Title: Captured by Feelings 13/14 (probably ^^;;)
Author: Sana
Email: smj@neobee.net
Pairing: 1x2
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, blah, blah...
Warnings: angst, lemon, AU, yaoi... all as in previous parts and THIS PART WASN'T BETA'D! That's a huuuuge warning considering my awful grammar! :P

In case you haven't read the previous parts, you can find them at my site: www.geocities.com/sana1x2/

Author's Notes: I'm terribly sorry for making you all wait so long for this part. Especially those of you who kept emailing me about it and asking for more. I'm sorry, but there are so many things going on in my life that I simply have no time fore writing anymore. ::sighs:: I WILL finish this fic, though! Even if it kills me! ^_~ And I'll try to do it soon. I know I said I'm taking so long with this part, as I wanted it to be the last one, but the evil, EVIL writer's block had other things in mind. >_< Anyhoo, I think I should shut up, as it's the fic you want, not to hear me ramble. Here it is. Enjoy and I hope that someone still remembers it! ^^ Please comment!

A/N 2: Again, I have to point out that this isn't beta'd. Don't blame my wonderful betas for the crappy grammar in this chapter. It is solely my fault.



Quatre closed the door of Duo's room, crossing it slowly, and sat in a chair, facing Duo. The boy was sitting comfortably on the bed, his arms propped on his legs slightly, and smiling at Quatre. He seemed cheerful, almost overly so, as if he was really looking forward to this conversation. Quatre found it suspicious, of course, wondering what could have changed the boy's mood in such a short time. Only a couple of minutes ago, when Quatre was first introduced to the infamous Duo Maxwell, the boy had seemed tensed, uncomfortable even. It seemed as if... Quatre frowned.

"So, your work is pretty much done now, huh?" Duo asked conversationally, but Quatre thought he was more likely trying to postpone the real conversation for as long as possible.

"Pretty much so, yes. My job was to make sure you got home safely..." He paused.

"And here I am. So there's nothing for you to do now, I understand."

"Not thanks to me, unfortunately," the blond man said gravely, still looking at the boy's eyes.

"Oh, don't worry about it, I'm fine. I-" He tensed slightly, but had he blinked, Quatre would have missed it, as in a moment he was smiling again and saying, "I'm safe now." Somehow, Quatre had the feeling that it wasn't what he initially planned on saying and the grin on Duo's face did nothing to reassure him.

"Yes, you're safe now that Heer-" He cleared his throat. "Now that that man is-"

"I don't want to think about it, if you don't mind." Judging by his voice, Quatre could say that he /really/ didn't want to talk about it. He sounded desperate, nervous and uncomfortable at the same time; Quatre almost pitied him. And then Duo caught on.

"Wait a minute! You called him Heero! You-Do you know him?" he asked incredulously.

Quatre cursed himself silently for making such a stupid mistake and yet there was nothing he could do now. He could lie, of course, but what was the point of that? Besides, so what if he knew him?

"Yes," he said slowly, almost cautiously, "I do."

Duo was quiet, contemplating the information he'd just been given, no doubt. His voice was quiet when he spoke, almost a whisper. "You-" he tried, unsure. "You knew him before any of this happened?" There was no anger or accusation in his voice; he merely seemed curious.

"Yes... We used to be good friends, actually."

Another pondering silence.

"You... You're the friend he talked about!" Duo exclaimed, figuring it all out at long last. Quatre's eyebrows rose in confusion, so Duo explained. "He mentioned having a friend at the police and, apparently, he didn't lie." Duo's eyes narrowed. "I know you wouldn't tell me even if I were right, but... You weren't involved, were you?"

"As I was the one who arrested him, I suppose not," he said earnestly. "I had no idea he'd do something like this..." He shook his head and sighed. "I know you're not the right person to tell this, but Heero isn't a bad person, really." He was looking Duo in the eyes, so he noticed the wave of emotion that washed over the amethyst orbs. A moment later, he looked away, working on his lower lip.

"I..." he whispered. "I know." Duo was looking at his over clasped hands, avoiding Quatre's eyes, even though all the other man wanted was to help him. Not knowing what else to do, Quatre rose from his chair and sat next to Duo. Surprise made the boy look up and their eyes locked. The amethyst eyes were blurry, although he wasn't crying. Quatre smiled at him warmly, placing a hand on each of the boy's shoulders and asked gently, "He didn't rape you, did he?"

Duo looked at the man before him and couldn't bring himself to lie; he shook his head. Whatever he'd made himself believe before, when the anger had taken control of him, he realized it wasn't true. And that hurt more than anything. Being raped was one thing, sleeping with your kidnapper and /enjoying/ it was something different entirely. Rape he couldn't have stopped, as it's not about pleasure, after all. But Heero... He'd encouraged him, had enjoyed their... time... together and had wanted him. And he still did, reluctant as he was to admit it.

"Then why...?" Quatre frowned slightly, trying to understand.

Duo smiled bitterly and closed his eyes; a sole tear trickled down his cheek. He felt a hand cup his face and heard Quatre repeated his question. He sighed deeply and murmured, "I don't even have the strength to be angry anymore." He pulled away and wiped the tear with his fingers. He looked at his fingers for a long moment. "Why..." he echoed Quatre's question and looked back at the blond man. "He lied to me. He betrayed me. Isn't that reason enough?"

"Duo, you lied to the police. You accused him of something he didn't do," Quatre pointed out seriously.

"I didn't lie, as he did rape me in a way. All the time he pretended to care... He pretended to be a victim while he was actually using me the entire time. He said terrible things about my father... And to think that I actually believed him at some point!" Duo said heatedly, the anger returning.

"What kind of things?" Quatre asked, although he had a very good idea of what it might be.

"He-He said my father killed his parents. Can you believe that?" Duo tried to laugh at the thought, but all he managed was a weak snort.

"Actually..." Quatre paused for a moment, looking at the boy, "that is true."

Duo's eyes widened. His mouth opened, yet he couldn't make a sound. "N-No," he stammered at last. "It can't be!" he tried desperately.

"I'm sorry." A reassuring hand found his shoulder once again. Duo tensed under it, but didn't shrug it off. He was shaking slightly, but he reacted a lot calmer than Quatre expected.

"How do you know?" he choked, his voice husky.

"I was working on that case as well. I suppose that's how I ended up working on your case in the first place, since we thought that the two might be connected. It turned out we were right."

"Is that how you met Heero?" Duo's expression softened.

"Yes," Quatre replied gently. "He was really shaken up and all alone. He needed a friend, so I stayed," he explained. Duo looked at him as if he'd just slapped him across the face. "What's wrong?"

"He was alone... All alone... And then I left him as well." Duo's voice sounded distant; he seemed lost. "No!" he said firmly a moment later. "He still lied to me. He never cared about me and even if he did, how could he possibly expect me to stay with him after taking the money from my family? And all that after telling me at least a hundred times that he didn't care about money? No, it's his fault, not mine."

"Duo..." He'd meant to say, 'Don't act like a child,' but that's exactly what Duo was; he sighed instead. "Look, you're not supposed to know what I'm about to say, but I think you should, so I'll tell you. I think it's needless to say I'd be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out I told you this." He looked at Duo and the boy nodded. He took a deep breath. "That day, the day you came home, my partner and I were at Heero's apartment. We were already suspecting him, or actually, my partner was, so we went there to interrogate him. Since we didn't find him, we got a warrant and searched the apartment. There was nothing there. A few hours later, Heero returned and we took him downtown right away. He didn't have any money, Duo." Quatre looked at him meaningfully and noticed that Duo understood what he implied.

"But... Dad said..." He frowned.

"There was nowhere he could have hidden the money. Was he with you the entire time?"

Duo nodded. "Oh, wait, he did go to town once. It was only for a short while, though. And, besides, it was on the first... or maybe the second day since I was there."

"Hmm... Yes, and he's got an alibi there."

Duo looked at him enquiringly.

"I came by his house while he was there. As soon as you went missing, I had to go question him. He was our prime suspect from day one." Quatre smiled weakly; Duo nodded.

"But that... That would mean that Heero didn't take the money. And that means that... dad... lied." Duo's voice caught up in his throat. "Why would he do that?" he wondered aloud.

"I don't know, Duo," Quatre said honestly and, indeed, he had wondered that himself already.


Hellen sat at the kitchen table, drinking her morning coffee. She was deep in thought and she didn't hear as Sara entered, nor did she hear the woman greet her. Sara noticed that, of course, pausing for a moment to look at Hellen. The blonde was sipping her coffee slowly, a troubled look in her eyes. Sara sighed and walked in front of her.

"Why are you worried, Mrs. Maxwell?" she said gently.

Hellen blinked, finally realizing she's not alone. "Uh... Oh, Sara! I didn't see you come in. How are you today?" She tried her best to smile.

"You're worried about something," Sara said again. "Is it Duo?" Hellen nodded, staring at the mug in her hands. "I know it's none of my business, ma'am, but... You shouldn't be. He's back and he's all right. We'll make sure nothing happens to him ever again." Sara spoke determinately, giving Hellen a small, reassuring smile.

"I know... It's just that..." She shook her head. "I mean, when he came home, he went on and on about being friends with that boy and then, all of a sudden, he says that he raped him..." She frowned deeply, the grimace staining her otherwise perfect features. "He knew he'd been raped when he came home, so how could he still consider that boy his friend..." She stopped the train of though abruptly; her eyes widened and her mouth opened. She looked at Sara, terrified. "Unless..." She still couldn't make herself say it.

"Unless what, ma'am?" Sara asked, apprehension showing in her voice.

"Unless he... wanted it," Hellen said at last, defeated. She was looking at Sara, her eyes begging the old woman to tell her she was wrong, yet no words came. Instead, Sara covered her mouth with a hand, sitting in a chair next to Hellen so she wouldn't collapse.

"Maybe... Maybe you're wrong, ma'am," she tried weakly.

"Yes... Maybe there's some other-"

"Mom!! Moooom!!"

Both Hellen and Sara jumped from their chairs, ready to run and see what happened, when Duo stormed into the kitchen. He had a similar expression to Sara's, which worried his mother even more.

"Duo?" Hellen asked tentatively. "What's wrong?"

"Did dad give him money?" He went straight to the point.

"What?" For a moment, she really had no idea what he was on about.

"Ransom. Did dad pay the ransom?" Duo asked impatiently, rolling his eyes as if the explanation was completely unnecessary.

"He told you that he did." By this time, Quatre made it to the kitchen as well, standing next to Duo in the doorway. He felt like he should be there, that this conversation might be crucial for the case, and as the others didn't seem bothered by his presence, he decided to stay and listen.

"I know what he said, but did he /pay/?" Duo looked his mother straight in the eyes, proving that he wasn't joking and that his question was, indeed, serious.

"What-What are you saying??" Hellen asked angrily, making a threatening step towards the boy; he didn't even blink. "Are you saying you father /lied/? Why would he do that? I can't believe it's easier for you to doubt your father than that boy!!" By the time she finished, Hellen was shaking. She was angry at Duo, mostly, but a small part of her reminded her that the boy might be right, albeit she refused to believe it.

"I'm not saying anything... I'm asking you. Did he, or did he not pay the ransom?" Duo was calm this time, his eyes pleading with Hellen to tell him the truth. "Mom? Please-"

"I don't know," she finally said, so softly he barely heard her.

"What do you mean?" Duo was confused.

"I mean just what I said - I don't know. He might have... But I didn't hear anything about it until the day you came home and he told you. There was so much going on since then, so I never had the time to talk to him about it. I didn't notice any money missing, though, and I'm sure I would have, had he taken it. But..."

"But what? Mom, this is really important, Heero's life is at stake!"

She frowned when Duo used the boy's name, but decided not to say anything about it... For now. "He has his own bank account. He could have taken the money from there... I really can't know. He is the only one who does and if he said he did, I don't know why we wouldn't trust-"

"I will check how much money he withdrew," Quatre cut her off and it seemed that, for the first time, she realized he was there at all.

"You can't possibly be serious!" she exclaimed.

"I assure you that I am. You may well be the richest family in the city, but I will do all that's in my power to obtain justice, even if it means going against you." Quatre's voice was dark and serious and for the first time since she's met him, the blond man looked dangerous. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do." He inclined his head to Hellen politely and headed for the door; Duo followed.

"Officer..." Duo called him when they reached the front door.

"Yes?" He didn't turn around.

"Make sure he's all right." There was no need to explain whom he was talking about.

"I will." And with that, he left.


Duo returned to the kitchen to find Hellen sitting in a chair, shifting the glass in her hands and starting at it intently. He knew he was supposed to say something, yet he didn't have a faintest idea of what that something might be; and moreover, he really didn't want to say anything.

Deciding there was no reason why he should remain standing, Duo moved away from the doorway, walking towards Hellen, and sat in the chair next to hers. She didn't even look at him, finding the glass far too interesting to move her eyes away from it. The boy leaned his elbows on the table, turned half away from his mother, and fixed his gaze on the opposite wall. Knowing her, he knew she would soon speak to him, especially if something was as important as this, and all he had to do was wait. And, indeed, it was not long before Hellen turned to face him, struggling for words.

"Why?" The word was a desperate whisper and the way she said it made Duo wonder if it actually hurt her to say it.

"Why?" he repeated the question, turning to look at her. "Why what?"

"Oh, Duo..." Hellen covered her mouth with her hand, looking at Duo sadly with blurry blue eyes. As she didn't remove her hand, her question came out a little muffled. "Why do you love that boy more than your father?" As she said it, her eyes closed and a tear trickled down her cheek; her hand shook.

Duo was too startled to do anything but stare. After a few moments, he finally managed a weak, "What do you mean?"

Slowly, Hellen opened her eyes and looked at him. He seemed confused, different emotions playing across his face as he waited for her explanation. If Hellen noticed it, she ignored it, continuing as if she hadn't heard him at all. "I don't know what we did wrong... I don't know what happened... We gave you everything. We did anything you wanted us to... And yet, you act like this. Why..." Her eyes pleaded.

"What did I /do/?" Duo snapped at last. She was making him feel guilty and yet he had no idea what she was talking about. Hellen made it sound like he'd done something terrible, but as hard as he tried, he couldn't think of anything that would upset her so. But the way he snapped at her only seemed to make it worse. Hellen looked so hurt that he immediately regretted reacting like that. In a moment, she turned away, another silent tear rolling down her cheek.

"Look, mom, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to react like that. But, you're not making any sense. Why are you talking like this... What did I do? You can't possibly think that I betrayed dad just because I'd like to be sure! After all, it's Heero's life-"

"Don't say his name! Not in this house! Duo..." Her head snapped around and she looked at him warningly. After a second, her expression softened as she seemed to realize something. "You called him by his first name..." Duo's eyes widened; he didn't even realize he'd done it. Hellen, unfortunately, did. "He... He raped you. How can you call him by his first name?" She didn't sound angry, merely confused.

"Well, he... He didn't actually rape me." Duo paused, closing his eyes and allowed Hellen to read between the lines. And she did, as in a few moments he heard a soft gasp. He kept his eyes closed, waiting for an outraged lesson on love and relationships, waiting to be told he was disgusting, sick... The silence stretched. Finally, as it became apparent that no outburst was forthcoming, he opened his eyes.

Hellen was looking at him - more like /through/ him - a bit strangely; she appeared to be miles away. Although he was pleased that she didn't start screaming the moment he'd said what he had, her reaction didn't reassure him much either. He frowned slightly, uttering a small, "Mom?" The word hit her like the sharpest of arrows and she started, straightening up in her chair. It was all sinking in and she couldn't take it - she started to cry.

"Mom!" Duo nearly jumped out of his chair, leaning towards Hellen. "Mom? Don't cry, please! Mom, I'm sorry..." But it didn't seem to help as Hellen continued crying. Duo stroked her back gently, not knowing what else to do, and waited for her to calm down. She did in awhile, her sobs receding, but she left her face buried in her hands and her back was still shaking slightly.

"I-" Duo tried again, but she interrupted him.

"You could have told me," she murmured into her hands. "Do you honestly think I would love you any less than I do?" At that moment, she lowered her hands and turned to look her son in the eyes. "You're my son, Duo, and I love you no matter what. It hurts much more that you didn't think you could trust me enough to tell me..." she trailed off as another wave of tears threatened to overwhelm her. She fought it off and continued, "There's nothing wrong with being gay... Although I never imagined you'd..." she trailed off yet again.

"I-" He stopped himself. What could one say to that? After a few moments he decided - the truth. "I would have told you, but I didn't know." The look she gave him made it clear that she didn't believe it at all. "Really! I still don't think I'm... gay. I just love Heero," he stated uncomfortably, not really happy to be discussing his sexuality with his mother.

Hellen frowned and was just about to remind him to stop saying the boy's name, when the statement sank in; her eyes widened. "You... You love him?"

Duo seemed shocked himself, his eyes wide as he stared at Hellen. It was the first time he'd said it and he felt strange saying it. But, at the same time, it felt right, for some reason. Yes, he did love Heero. But even so, it was too soon for Hellen to accept it and he cursed his mouth for working faster than his brain. He opted for silence.

"You do, don't you?" Hellen pressed.

He averted his eyes and sighed heavily. "Yes. Yes, I do. I know it's hard to accept but..."

"Why did you put him in prison then?" Hellen interrupted yet again. She seemed to have too many questions to wait for him to actually answer them. "Why did you say he raped you if you actually wanted him?" There was no accusation in her voice; she simply wanted to know.

"I wanted it, that's true. But after what dad told me, I thought Heero used me. I mean, as he lied to me, he also used me in a way. At least I saw it like that. That's why I accused him yesterday... I really thought he raped me."

"What changed now?"

"I talked to officer Winner." Hellen motioned for him to explain, so he did. "He told me there was no way Heero could have hidden the money. So... That is why I asked you if you knew about dad really giving him the money in the first place. It's not like I wanted to doubt dad rather than Heero! I believed dad when he told me Heero lied to me! But, it seems unlikely that he lied..."

"So that means Solo lied," Hellen finished for him.

"I don't know. If he's lying, he must have had a good reason for it."

"Hmm," was the only answer he received.


"Sir!" Quatre stormed into Wufei's office that afternoon, carrying some papers. "It was all a mistake," he began as soon as he closed the door, waving the papers in the air.

"What was?" inquired Wufei, mildly innerved that one of his officers just walked into his office without even bothering to knock.

Quatre strode to his table, placing the papers before him. With mild interest, Wufei examined them and realized they were actually a statement of someone's bank account. He glanced at the name and felt his heart skip a beat. "What is this?" he hissed.

"It's the statement of Solo Maxwell's bank account," Quatre said proudly.

"I can see that! What I want to know is why are you giving it to me?" He looked at the blond man sharply, narrowing his eyes. "This case is /closed/, Winner! Is that clear? The boy identified him - end of story. We don't need Solo Maxwell breathing down our necks! Just leave it be."

"It's not as simple as that, sir," Quatre argued.

"Oh?" One delicate eyebrow rose.

"No. I talked to the boy earlier today and he wanted me to do this. I don't think he's ready to identify Yuy in court."

"What do you mean? He already identified him. He can't back out now!" Wufei's voice raised a notch and he glared at Quatre as if it was his fault.

"We never expected this to happen, so we didn't record it... Just as well, there wasn't a lawyer present. So, basically, the only ones who can confirm that he identified him are Hellen and Solo Maxwell and you," Quatre explained. "What you're holding confirms that Solo lied about paying the ransom to Yuy - I will explain," he said as Wufei started to interrupt, "so what he says can't be taken into account. Before you remind me, I know how powerful he is, but unless he can make his son identify Yuy in court... We have nothing," Quatre finally concluded, leaving Wufei dumbfounded.

"But if we all stood trial as eye-witnesses... After all, we were all there! We /saw/ him point at Yuy. I asked him twice if he was certain and his reaction proved that there wasn't a shadow of a doubt! It's him!"

"I don't think Mrs. Maxwell would testify... She is a good woman, and she loves her husband, but I think she loves her son even more."

"Wouldn't that make her want to see the one who raped her boy in prison?" Wufei asked, incredulous.

"The boy admitted something to me today... It wasn't actually rape."

"Oh! Well! The little rich kid felt like playing a prank on the police, running away with his loverboy and pretending to be kidnapped. Unfortunately, we took this a lot more serious than he expected us to!" Wufei exclaimed heatedly.

"Hmm... I don't think that's quite right. The Maxwell kid - Duo - was certain Yuy took his father's money and therefore felt betrayed. That's why he accused him of rape. But, we couldn't find any money on Yuy and there was no way he could have hidden it. And that brings me back to the documents you're holding. It turns out that there is no money he could have paid him with either, as no money was taken from the bank."

"He could have taken it from the house, or his wife's account," Wufei reasoned.

"Yes, but she knows nothing about it, so apparently that's not what happened."

"God..." Wufei growled, frustrated. "This can't be happening... I finally thought it was over!" He ran his hands through his hair in a nervous gesture, before laying them back on the table.

"I know... Unfortunately, this case is much more complicated than we initially thought."

Wufei nodded and motioned for Quatre to sit in the chair across his. "All right, so tell me what you found out, Winner."


End of Part 13