Deviate

Deviate
AN: This story will switch POVs quite often. Each chapter will start with a journal entry and chapters will be marked with the POV even though it will all be written in third person limited, the limited will change with chapter, as well as the journal entry. Pay attention to each entry as they give clues to the plot.
Warnings: Child Abuse, NCS, Foster families, Perverted old men, bondage, cross dressing, yaoi and WAFF and other fun stuff.
Note: I do not condone child abuse, as I was abused as a child, nor do I condone rape as once again, I was recently raped several times. But it is a subject that sometimes needs to be brought up. If I am strong enough to write about it, you can be strong enough not to bitch about it. You don't have to read this story if those things bother you.
Summery: Duo, another kid in the system gets moved to another foster family. His new family is none other than the priest and nun from the local church. He thinks he may finally have a chance to be happy until he meets the poor fourteen year old neighbor. He knows next to nothing about the boy except that he looks dead...
Chapter 1
New Family 02


A new family. Another let down. I'm sitting in the car with Sally, the social worker I've come to know over the fifteen years I've been in this hell. She is the one who gave me this stupid book to write shit down in. Stupid woman thinks it will help me “connect” with my emotions after yet another move. That is the way it has always been. Sometimes, I would get out of school and there she would be with my stuff all packed up, ready to take me to a new home.

I don't think she cares sometimes... No, that is unfair. I know she cares. It's in her eyes, in those sad looks she gives me. She seems to think this home will be different, permanent even. She said the couple even expressed a wish to adopt me.

ADOPT ME? Duo-self-proclaimed-Maxwell? The last place I felt at home was at the orphanage and that place was burned down when I was five. All of my friends died. Solo Died. I don't even know if the priest and nun that used to run it had lived. I remember sister Helen had pulled me out of the fire, but she was hurt and my only other memory was waking in the hospital before being moved into the foster system.

Well, this is it. Maybe I'll write in this thing again sometime, but we are pulling into the driveway.

Duo closed the leather bound book and stuffed it in his bag. “Is this the place?” Indigo eyes looked out the window, seeing the white-washed houses and fairytale yards. “Are you sure you are in the right place Sal?” He began to pick at his braid nervously. Ever since the Maxwell fire, he refused to let anyone cut his hair, so it had grown down to his mid thigh. When it was down, people often told him it looked like a waterfall of chestnut-colored silk.

“I'm sure Duo.” The kindly Social worker said. “My boss, Une even has a charge in the house next to yours.” She insisted, pulling into the driveway. “Here we are then.” The platinum blond stepped from the car, grabbing Duo's only bag.

Duo faltered half way from getting out of the car when he heard someone shouting from inside the house. He was sure it was a woman, he saw Sally wince. He notice how she hesitated before the words became clear. 'Father, father, he's here'. That was what duo thought he heard from the house before a red headed woman came bursting from the front door.

In that instant, Duo knew, everything was going to be okay. He dropped his coat, tears in his eyes as he looked at the frail and small looking woman. She had scars on her arms and he knew that had she not been in a long skirt, her legs would be covered in old scars as well. “Si-Sister Helen?” he choked out the words.

“Duo! Look at you, you're all grown up.” The woman rushed the rest of the way, bringing the wayward charge of the system into her arms. “We'd been searching for you for so long! It's been too long Duo.”

The brunette could feel hot tears on his shoulder. “Sister Helen...” He wrapped his arms around the woman, trying to offer her what little bit of comfort he could.

Sally smiled at him. Duo knew she was relieved, thinking that perhaps there would be a happy ending for the boy. Through the open doorway, a tall man stepped out, “Duo, you are a hard one to track down.” Father Maxwell of the Maxwell Orphanage offered his arms to Duo. There was a cane leaning against the door, though Duo didn't give it more than a second thought before he pulled away from Sister Helen and launched himself at the only man he would ever consider as a father.

“Duo, Father Maxwell and Helen Maxwell have been searching for you. We finally managed to track them down. If everything works out, the courts will give the okay for them to formally adopt you. You will no longer be Duo-Self-Proclaimed-Maxwell, but Duo Maxwell, Son to Father Maxwell and his wife, Helen Maxwell.” Sally winked at Duo when she said his self-appointed name. Her teasing nature getting the best of her Duo knew.

Duo honestly could say that it was the best day he'd ever had. The child of the system knew he would remember every detail, even as they moved into the house, and his eyes strayed to the second story window of the house next door, where the boy with a blank face looked down, watching him with almost sad eyes. He would never forget those eyes, or the way the boy vanished within a blink of an eye...

oOoOo

“Sister Helen?” Duo looked up at the woman, having already finished his dinner, but not wanting to be excused from the table. The red head looked up, with a questioning gaze, setting her fork off to the side. It was only a few short hours since Sally had left, promising weekly check ins for Duo, as well as the Maxwells in order to expedite the adoption process. “Is there a ghost next door?”

Sister Helen frowned, looking at Father Maxwell. “No Duo, there is just Jay and his charge, Heero. He's a good lad, always helping out, a little on the thin side, but he's no ghost.”

“Perhaps you two can be friends, after all, he's part of the system too. He doesn't go to the local school so I'm sure he'd like to have a friend.” Father Maxwell put in. “There aren't many kids in this area.” The man got up, using the support of the cane that Duo found out helped him keep his balance due to his prosthetic. The fire had taken a bit from both the Maxwells. Father Maxwell had lost his leg when a burning support beam fell on it. He and Sister Helen had been lucky to make it out alive at all.

Duo yawned. It had been a long day, filled with excitement and surprises and he was all but exhausted. “Before you head up to bed, We have something for you Duo. We had wanted to give it to you before the fires, while we were trying to adopt you before, but with the fires and then you vanishing into the system...” The priest paused, grabbing a small box with an indigo bow. “We had it changed a bit since the fire...”

Duo watched as Father Maxwell set the box in his hand. He couldn't remember a time where he'd received a gift from anyone. Tears were threatening to spill out his eyes. Had he known what he would find in the box, he wouldn't have fought the tears so hard. The floodgates started after he untied the bow and peeled back the paper. Inside the box lay a golden cross with the name Duo Maxwell on the top side. He turned the rosary around, seeing another name engraved along the back. Solo Maxwell. “Solo...” Duo choked on the name, the tears spilling down his face and dripping from his chin. “ Thank you.” He managed, clutching the rosary to his chest. “Thank you so much.”

After calming down and a few more moments of Sister Helen's codling, Duo made his way up the stairs. He quickly washed his face, changing into his night clothes. He had been on a tour of the house earlier that day, and had seen his room. He could tell that sister Helen had offered her touch in the room. The colors ranged from sky blue walls to cobalt blue trims and a cobalt blue bed spread. That woman was a gift from god.

Duo smiled ruefully. God. Someone that he hadn't though he believed in anymore. Something must have brought him to the Maxwell house, and Duo found himself hard pressed not to believe it was a God of some sort. He looked out the window by his bed, his smile still in place. The window gave a perfect view of the window that the 'ghost' had been looking from.

That was when Duo saw him. The boy from before. He had flicked on the light, illuminating the space from across the window and almost blinding Duo. He watched as the messy haired child began to go about a routine, his motions almost robotic. After a moment, the boy looked out the window, not even seeing Duo for a moment, but rather, looking longingly at the Maxwell house. It was the only emotion that the braided teen had seen and it was only there briefly. While those blue eyes expressed pain and suffering, loneliness and anguish, the rest of the boy revealed nothing.

It was in that moment that Duo made up his mind. He smiled, opening his window. “Heya.” He called out, catching the boy's attention.

“Hn.” The boy, Heero, Helen had called him, waved.

“Guess we'll be neighbors from now on right?” Duo called out amiably. “I'm Duo Maxwell. Sally said you were a system kid too. We parent-less kids should stick together, don't ya think? I know everywhere I've been I've never had anyone like me around. It would be nice to get to know you. I can see if Sister Helen will let us play together sometime. Perhaps you could come over. I know Sally and uhh I think her boss was Une, would like it if we made friends. It could make life a bit easier.”

“Duo.” Heero frowned deeply, looking at the boy across from him. “You talk too much.” Was all he said before shutting his window. An old man opened Heero's door before coming over and shutting the blinds. Duo didn't know what happened after that, but he did know that he wanted to know more about the brusque young man.

Taking one last look at the window, Duo padded through the room and down the hall in search for Sister Helen. “Sister Helen?” He called out, seeing the woman sitting in her bed with a book in her hand.

“What is it Duo?”

“I was wondering if you could set up a 'playdate',” he used air quotes around the word, “for Heero and me. I really wana meet him.”

The nun looked thoughtful for a moment. “I'm sure I could, but Duo, Doctor J has already told us that Heero doesn't speak much English. He's Japanese.”

It was Duo's turn to look puzzled. “ Really, he seemed to speak it perfectly a few moments ago from the window. He told me I talked too much.” Duo laughed, knowing it was true. “ I kinda hit him up with twenty questions and the whole kindred spirits lets be friends thing.”

“Well Duo, I'm sure I can work something out. Who knows, it could be good for you both.” She pressed a kiss to his head. “ Now off to bed love. Remember, I'll be starting your lessons soon. If things go well, I can see if Heero can join in as well.” She added as an afterthought, knowing that Doctor J often taught Heero personally, since he didn't attend the local public school.

So once again, Duo found himself walking to his room. This time, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was asleep before his head even hit the pillow. His dreams were filled with sad cobalt eyes on the face of a doll, perfect, but frozen.

End Chapter 1