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"The Tie That Bonds "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Yaoi; Lemon; Angst; Language; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. You could
try to sue me, but all I have worth taking is a cat that looks like
Trowa, but acts like Duo. And I will fight for that cat. Rating: NC 17 Pairings:1x3x1
The Tie That Bonds Chapter 12 "I can't come play today." Amelia said softly through the screen in her bed room window. "Why not?" Emily asked and swung her jump rope from side to side. "You got me in trouble yesterday with your stupid dare. Trowa made me apologize to Chad for hitting him. I will never listen to your stupid dares again." "Who's Trowa?" Emily wondered and stepped closer to the screen. "You know Trowa. He's the nice one." "Oh, you mean your mom." "My mom? Trowa can't be my mom." "Of course he is. Don't tell me that you don't know anything about families." "Okay, I won't tell you. . . .but if Trowa is my mom, then what is Heero?" "He's your dad." Amelia studied her friend in confusion. "Why can't Trowa be my dad and Heero my mom?" Emily rolled her eyes before explaining. "Do I have to tell you everything Mia? Look, all kids have someone that takes care of them, right?" "Right." "Well, when there's two people taking care of the kids, one is a mommy and one is a daddy. All mommies are nice. All daddies are mean until you get hurt or start crying. Mommies stay at home and take care of the kids, cook and clean. Daddies go to work and buy everything for you." "But Trowa buys me things too." "Right. . .mommies do, but they use your daddy's money." "Then why did they teach me to call them Trowa and Heero?" Emily shrugged as she started to jump rope. "Maybe Trowa and Heero are a name that is used in other countries in place of mommy and daddy. Chad sometimes call his mom Mum. . .and since my sister has been taking German, she's been calling my mom 'bitch'. Maybe Heero and Trowa are French names for mom and dad." "Well, which is which?" "I told you. . .Trowa is your mom, Heero is your dad. Don't you listen to anything I tell you. One thing all mommies have is boobs. If your mommy doesn't have boobs, there's something wrong." "Why do boobs make a mommy?" "They need boobs so that you can tell a mommy from a daddy." "I didn't know that." "How did you ever get this far in life. . ." Emily stopped and shook her head. "What does that suppose to mean?" "I don't know. . .I heard it on TV." "Trowa doesn't have those. I've seen him with no shirt. So he can't be my mommy if he doesn't have boobs. . .and if he's not my mommy. . .then who is?" "He has to have boobs. They're probably just small." "You mean, they're not all one size?" "No. Boy you really are dumb. Boobs come in all sizes. Trowa is really skinny. . .so his can't be that big." Just then, Duo entered the room. "Hey Mia. Grub's on the table." He stated and the little girl turned to face him. "I'm coming." She glanced back at the window. "I gotta go Emily. Bye." "Bye." Amelia followed Duo down the hall to the kitchen. All throughout dinner, she stared at Trowa, trying to decide if what Emily had told her was true or not. She couldn't see any difference between his and Duo's chest. . .however, Heero did seem a bit bigger. "Is something wrong Mia?" Trowa asked suddenly, no longer able to ignore her staring at him. "Where's your boobs Trowa?" The drink that Duo had yet to swallow sprayed across the table at the question and he nearly choked from laughing. Heero wiped the beverage from his face as he glared at the braided man. "Mia, first off, they're called 'breast' and why would you believe that I have them?" "Because Emily says that 'Trowa' is the French word for 'mom' and that all mommies have boo-I mean breast." "Why would you think Trowa is your mother, and not your father?" Heero asked out of curiosity. "Because Emily says that mommies are always nice and stay home all day cooking and cleaning. Trowa does all that." "She has a point Trowa." Duo snickered. "You must be an extremely flat chest chick." This was followed as Heero kicked the American in the knee. "Damnit Heero, you could have. . ." The glare in the colbat eyes across from him reminded him of his mistake. Another kick blurted an apology for his vulgarness. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to swear in front of you Amelia." "What was the swear word? Flat chest?" "No. It was the 'D' word that you were told last year not to say." Trowa corrected as Heero stood and started to gather the dishes. "And as punishment for swearing Duo, you can do the dishes." The Japanese man informed as he headed into the kitchen. Grumbling, Duo stood and followed. Trowa slumped in his chair as he realized that Heero was leaving him to, once again, explain a portion of life to the child. "But he kicked Duo twice. Did Duo say two bad words?" She asked and looked over at Trowa. "No, the first kick was because of the insult." "What's an insult?" Trowa stood up and walked over to the little girl. "An insult is when someone says something to hurt another person's feelings." "Who's feelings got hurt? Heero?" "No. The insult was aimed at me. Heero was just sticking up for me." "What was the insult?" "Duo called me a girl." "That's a bad thing?" "Well, no if someone happens to be a girl. . .but I'm not. I think we have to talk." "About what?" Amelia asked as she took Trowa's outstretched hand and slid from the chair. "About your question to me." "About the breast?" Trowa nodded. They walked into the living room where Amelia was sat on the couch, and Trowa took a spot on the coffee table in front of her. "First off, 'Trowa' isn't French for 'mom'. Trowa is my name, just like Amelia is your name." "Then I'm guessing 'Heero' isn't French for 'dad'." Trowa shook his head. "Then why do I call you by your names?" "You call us by our names because we're not your parents. We are your guardians." The colbat eyes before him became confused. "But Emily says that anyone who takes care of kids are parents." "For the most part, that is true. . .but there are times that parents can't take care of their children. Those children are called orphans." "Why wouldn't they? Don't they want them?" "Every parent has their reason for not being able to take care of their kids. Sometimes parents die; some can't afford to keep them, and rather than have them starve, they let other adults take them; some are too ill and can't even take care of themselves let alone children." "So how do kids get with these adults that take care of them?" "Some parents take their children to relatives that they know have better standings to properly care for them; some take their children to orphanages." "What's orphanages?" "It's a place where children go when their parents can't take care of them." "I was never in an orphanage; I've been with you two all my life." "That's right, you have. . .but you were given to us when you were just a baby, so you don't remember anything else." Amelia looked down at the couch cushion. "What's the difference between parents and guardians?" "Guardians are people who take care of children that aren't theirs. Parents are people that take care of children that are theirs." "So how do you tell if a kid is or isn't yours?" "A parent can tell. It's something that they learn to do as they grow up." "Oh. So, what are mommies and daddies?" "Only parents can be a mom and dad. The only people that can be a dad is a boy. . .and only girls can be a mom. Since I'm a boy, there's no way I can be a mom." "But you do everything Emily's mother does." The smile was gone from Amelia's face, and Trowa realized that she was starting to feel rejected. He lightly pushed the long strands of brown hair from her face and tenderly pushed her chin up. "I do, but it's not because I'm your mom. I do everything Emily's mother does, because I love you Mia. Parent, or guardian doesn't really matter, but one thing they both have in common is that they care for the child. What matters is that there's love and happiness. Which there is. . .right?" A smile pulled at her lips. "Right." She jumped from the couch and onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged tightly. Trowa returned the embrace, as he noticed just how tightly she was hugging him. It was almost as if it was Heero instead of a five year old child. All at once, she pulled away and looked into Trowa's eyes. "And Heero loves me too." "That's right. Even if he doesn't show it." "So where are my real mom and dad?" "We don't know." She lightly rested her cheek against his chest and sighed deeply. "In a way, I guess I'm glad for that." "Why?" "Because I don't want to leave here." She answered and began to play with the gold chain necklace around her neck. Trowa glanced up to the threshold of the dinning room to find Heero staring at the two of them. There was a peaceful calmness resting in his colbat eyes that Trowa hadn't seen in a long time. "Trowa?" ". . .hn?. . ." "Is there anything wrong with being an orphan?" "No. There's nothing wrong with it." "Are you a orphan?" "Yes." "What about Heero?" "Yes." She looked up, feeling a lot better. "And so is Duo?" "Yes." "So orphans take care of orphans?" "Not always, but it's possible." "I'm sorry Trowa." "For what?" "For asking you if you had breast." "You're forgiven." "Trowa. . .can I ask you something else? Just between the two of us?" The Latin nodded and leaned closer as Amelia was motioning him to do. When she spoke it was in a low whisper. "Heero doesn't have any, does he? I mean, he doesn't really have a flat chest like you." "What Heero has is called pecs. It's something men get when they work out all the time like he does." "Okay. Just making sure. Don't tell him that I asked." "Okay."
"What would I do without you?" The Japanese man asked in a satisfied tone. "Do you really want me to answer that?" Trowa asked as he continued to nip the oiled flesh. "No. Not really." He closed his eyes and enjoyed the tender touches. He knew what Trowa wanted. The proof was in the hard erection that was being rubbed against his backside. He just wanted to tease his Latin lover a little longer, by acting as if he didn't notice it. "You're getting better with your explanations to her." "Well, when she asks where babies come from. . .you can explain that." "Deal." Trowa sat up straight on the other man's back. "I'm serious Heero. You need to start earning her trust. I'm not always going to be here." "What are you talking about. You are my bitch after all." This comment was followed by a hard punch. "I don't appreciate you ignoring me." "Who's ignoring? I'm just enjoying the massage." "See if you get anymore." With that, the Latin slid off his lover and laid on his back next to him. Heero rolled over and tenderly kissed his relaxer. At the same time, his hand traveled down the exposed chest to the front of the tight fitting blue jeans. As the kiss deepen, he began to roughly grabbing and squeezing the arousal behind the jeans. Trowa pushed himself into the teasing hand. "Are you going to tease me?. . .or please me?" He asked once they pulled apart. "You've lost your patience." Heero teased, knowing very well that if they didn't have sex now, it would be a long time before they could again. In a matter of minutes, the obstructing jeans were removed and tossed to the floor. Trowa relaxed and closed his eyes as Heero began to nurse on his manhood. ~ * ~
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