Title: Captured by Feelings
Author: Sana
Email: smj@neobee.net
Warning: yaoi, angst, AU, OOC, lemon later on
Pairing: 1x2
Archive: ff.net under Sanashi
Feedback: Yes, please ^_^
Disclamer: Don't own them, never will.
Author's Notes: Thank you MaliQuin for beta reading my fic! And thank you Sayu for urging me to write this part! *huggles*


Quatre stood in front of the ornate wooden door and frowned. Again he had that helpless feeling while standing in front of the door, trying to prepare himself to see the family grieve over their lost loved one. He stared down at his crossed hands as the morning sun beat at the back of his neck and he tried to find the right words. No matter how many times he did it, it never got any easier for him. He was a kind person and every tear of those people scarred his own heart.

A couple of minutes later he still found himself standing there and finally decided to do something. He reached out his slim hand, long fingers colliding with the wood as he knocked. The door flew open almost immediately, and an old woman with a haunted look in her eyes greeted him. For a moment he just stared, his heart screaming in agony, feeling the woman's pain.

Her cheeks had traces of dried tears and her eyes were puffy from crying. Dark brown hair was loose and fell around her shoulders in waves, partially hiding her tears from Quatre. One hand continued to rest on the doorknob, while the other tangled anxiously in her skirt.

When she noticed it was a policeman on the other side of the door, she offered him a weak smile and gestured to him to come in.

"I'm-" He cleared his suddenly dry throat.

"I'm officer Winner" He said offering his hand and shaking hers lightly.

"I was told young Mr. Maxwell had disappeared."

All Sara could manage was a short nod, before new rivers of tears started streaming down her cheeks. She retreated into the house, and Quatre followed her, closing the door behind him.

/So much pain. Why am I always the one who gets to deal with these cases? And I have a feeling it has something to do with the previous one... It involves the Maxwell family again, only they're the ones on the receiving end this time./

He was brought back from his thoughts as a blond woman entered the room. Her footsteps were so quiet, he hadn't heard her until she stepped in front of him, startling him a little. She seemed calm, but he could see she's been crying for hours.

"I'm Hellen Maxwell. Nice to meet you, officer Winner."

She forced a smile and shook his hand.

"You're in charge of the case, am I right?"

"Yes. I'll need to ask you some questions..."

"Of course. Come right this way."

She led him through their huge mansion, filled with expensive furniture and pictures by some of the world's greatest artists. They came to stop in what he believed to be a meeting room. It had large windows, which showed all the glory of the estate. When seated at the long table, one could see the gardens, pool and even the vineyards somewhere in the distance. The sight was breathtaking.

As soon as he seated himself, Sara, who was walking right behind them, placed a drink in front of him. He nodded his thanks and fixed his eyes on Hellen, waiting for her to let him know when she was ready.

"Alright, officer. You may begin."

"When was the last time you saw your son?"

"When I drove him to school... That was about 9AM yesterday morning."

"And you haven't seen him since?"


"Has anyone seen him?"

"His friends at school did. I called them to see if they knew anything, but they told me he went home, as far as they know."

"How do you know he didn't go to one of his friends? Why did you automatically presume something bad happened? Maybe he just forgot to call."

"Duo never forgets!" She hissed.

All the fear for her son's safety, worry, nervousness and anger came out in the single sentence. Quatre's eyes widened as he watched the once gentle features of the thin blond woman change as she glared at him. She needed to get it out, but it wasn't his fault her son wasn't home.

"I'm sorry, ma'm. I didn't mean to insult you or your son."

"No... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that, but I'm under a lot of stress lately. I have so many worries in the company and now this! Where could he be? Please, officer, find him! My son means so much to me..."

He couldn't make out what she said afterwards, as her words were muffled by sobs. Tears were falling down her pale cheeks as she covered her face with her hands and cried.


/I won't touch you./ The words echoed in his mind. Under his closed eyelids he could still see the mix of shock and- was it hurt- in the bottomless cobalt depths, as he accused him of rape. Regardless of the ropes that dug in his wrists, and the fact that he was there against his will, Duo trusted him. He surprised himself, as he'd never trusted anyone so easily before. But there was just something sincere and comforting in the low, slightly nasal voice that led Duo to believe him.

The braided boy was still afraid of what Heero wanted to do with him. He wanted to get money from his rich parents, Duo had no doubt about that, but how? How far was the Japanese boy willing to go? Would he hurt him? And how much?

There was a movie Duo once saw. It was about a man who was kidnapped and tortured. They did all sorts of terrible, painful things to him. He could remember it all so clearly now. He could almost see himself tied in that chair, nose broken, crimson blood falling down his heart shaped face and staining his clothes. He could hear his own screams as the short haired boy beat him... No. It just felt wrong. Duo couldn't explain it, but somehow he simply knew that would never happen. He knew Heero wouldn't hurt him, and with that thought, he drifted off to sleep.


Heero woke up early. The sun was already up, promising another warm autumn day. For the first time Heero could actually see the room. It was even dustier than it seemed at first. The walls had a light shade of grey, leaving visibly lighter spaces where pictures once were.

The short haired boy was laying on his back, looking around the room. He took a deep breath and held it in. Silence. Absolute silence. He was really starting to enjoy this. Wait a minute... Silence? He sat bolt upright on the bed and looked at the other boy. He couldn't hear the American's breathing! Oh God! Before he know what he was doing, he flung himself at Duo, searching for a pulse.

Feeling hands on his neck, Duo woke up only to see a face mere inches away from his own. He gasped and screamed as loud as he could, pushing himself off the bed. Heero was startled by the scream and he jumped away from the chestnut haired youth, back to his side of the mattress. Duo landed hard on the rug, sending dust in the air. He coughed a few times before yelling at Heero.

"How dare you put your filthy hands on me?" He glared dangerously.

"And after you promised you wouldn't! I should have known better than to believe you!"

Taken by surprise, Heero couldn't form any words. Wide cobalt eyes locked on the messy chestnut bundle glaring at him from the floor.

"I... I didn't..."

You tried to do it again! And again while I was asleep! But this time I wasn't drugged, so I woke up and spoiled your plans. You are a freak! An animal in human form! You will pay for this dearly, when my parents find me! I will make sure you never see anything but the four walls of your cell till the day you die! I won't let you do this to anyone else!"

Duo was fuming with anger. He didn't know who was he more angry at. His kidnapper or himself. He cursed his own stupidity for trusting the cobalt eyed boy and falling asleep. He hated Heero for what he tried to do, but maybe even more for lying to him.

Heero was long over the initial shock and was now sitting cross legged on the bed, clenching his fists and trying hard not to hit the American for all the things he said.

"Enough!!" He snapped.

"I think it would be wise for you to shut up now, or I could -really- hurt you! Who are you to threaten me? You are the one who's tied, depending on my mercy!"

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Look, I have no wish to hurt you, rape you, or kill you. I couldn't hear your breathing and I thought you suffocated or something. I was just checking your pulse. Nothing more."

Heero spoke looking straight into the expressive amethyst eyes, willing Duo to realize he was telling the truth. He could see them soften a little before Duo turned away, breaking their gaze.

"Don't you think you should get up?" The Japanese boy said, moving to pull the boy off the floor.

"No! Get away from me! I can get up on my own!"

He gave him a once over, slightly raising one eyebrow.

"I highly doubt that."

He tried offering his hand once more, but after receiving another glare in response, he gave up.

"Ok, stay on the floor if you want. I don't care."

With that he rose from the bed and strode to the bathroom. It desperately needed cleaning. The stench of urine was so thick and strong, his head started throbbing almost as soon as he closed the door. Shortly after that, he heard a noise coming from the bedroom followed by quietly muttered curses.

When Heero walked back into the room, he found Duo still lying on the floor, just a little farther from the bed than earlier. The boy was desperately trying to pull himself up, but the ropes wouldn't allow it. Heero found the sight incredibly funny, but he decided to end it. With a couple of quick steps he was across the room, scooping up the helpless boy. As Duo's thin form was placed on the makeshift bed, the room fell silent once again.

They didn't have any food, so Heero had to go back to the city and leave the tied boy alone. A voice in his head was asking questions. What if he runs away somehow? What if someone finds him? It wasn't likely to happen, so he decided not to worry about it. Besides, it would only take him a couple of hours to get the food and other things he needed.

"I have to go now and get us some food. I won't be long, so don't try anything funny."

He warned and Duo simply nodded.


Heero pushed open the door of his small apartment and slowly walked in. He quickly located a broom and some old rags. Someone desperately needed to clean that house, and as he couldn't know how long he was going to stay there, he figured it was going to have to be him.

He placed the food on the table and was ready to go, when he heard a knock on the door.

/Who the- /

Another knock interrupted his train of thought and he quickly strode to the door, opening it.

"Q- Quatre?" Heero stammered, surprise clear in his voice.

"Hello, Heero. You seem surprised."

"Well, I am. I thought you were working at this time of day."

"I am."

The quizzical look on Heero's face urged him to go on.

"I'm sure you remember Solo Maxwell." He stated more than asked, and Heero nodded.

"Well, his son has been kidnaped."

"What does that have to do with me? If you're expecting me to feel sorry for him, I can't."

"I know, and I understand that. Just... Don't get me wrong, Heero. I am your friend, but it's my duty to ask you some questions, as you had a good motive... "

"Alright. Come in."

They sat at the table for two hours before Quatre seemed satisfied enough with the answers he gave him to leave. He'd somehow managed not to lie, but not to tell the truth either. In the end, when Quatre left, he stood wondering if the blond policeman believed him or not. He would find out soon enough.

After closing the door behind his friend, Heero moved to the window and watched the car drive off. He had to be sure Quatre wouldn't follow him. That done, he took what he needed and left.


Ever since had Heero walked out the door Duo had been trying to free himself. This was one of those rare times when he was very grateful to his parents for making him take those gymnastic lessons when he was younger. Thanks to that his body was elastic and he was able to get his arms up from under his legs and to the front. Then he started chewing on the rope. By the time his hands were free, his jaw was numb and his teeth hurt. He rubbed the red marks the rope left on his wrists and quickly moved to untie his legs. He stood up and turned to the door when he felt something hard hit him and he fell backwards on the bed.

When Heero entered the house he heard the unmistakable sound of rope hitting the floor and immediately realized what was going on. He tiptoed to the bedroom, and when Duo stood up he tackled him.

And then it happened again. He couldn't move. They stared in each other's eyes, bodies pressed together tightly, drowning in the bottomless depths of blue, as an invisible force drew them closer.


End of Part 5