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Quatre was alone. He hadn't seen the other Gundam pilots in a year his father forbidded him to see them. His father didn't want Quatre to associate with those kinds of people as he called them. Finally his father had snapped he brutally beat Quatre one day. When he heard Quatre tell Rashid that he was in love with Trowa and wanted to be with him. He threw Quatre out of the house and completely cut him off. Quatre had bruises all over his body where his father had whipped him. Telling him he was sick for loving another boy. How much of a disappointment he's been in the past.

Quatre didn't know what to do. The only one he had been in contact with is Duo. They would write to eachother. It was the only contact he was able to make. Duo would tell him how the others were doing when he would occasionally run into them. The war had changed many people including his father and his sisters always followed his lead. Constantly tormented by the being thrown out was kind of a relief . at least he would no longer have to deal with their constant put downs.

Luckily he had a little money he had secretly saved but it wouldn't last long. He needed to find a job. He had enough money to last for now though. Duo was worried when suddenly all his letters were returned so he decided to play his father a visit. The door had been slammed in his face after being told that Quatre no longer existed in his eyes. One of his sisters told him the situation. Duo decided to go to Trowa to see if he had heard from him.

As Trowa finished his performance he could have sworn he saw Quatre in the audience. Then he was gone he figured it was just wishful thinking. Duo went to Trowa's trailer and told him the situation. "Why would he throw him out?" he looked at Duo and could tell he knew something. "What aren't you telling me?"
"I kind of promised but, Quatre wrote to me and about eight months ago his father started beating him." this shocked Trowa why would anyone want to hurt Quatre. "Why would anyone want to hurt someone as sweet and kind as Quatre?"
"Apparently he wasn't living up to Winner standards."
"The hell with Winner standards. I should beat that sob for laying a hand on my Quatre."
"You love him."
"What? no he's my friend."
"Keep telling yourself that pal."

Trowa went for a walk to contemplate. I do love him I should have been there to protect him. Why would he stay there if he was being hurt.

The next day Trowa was finishing his performance when he spotted the figure before. It hadn't been his imagination it was Quatre.

He decided to follow him. He ended up at a park he saw him sit on a bench. Quatre was starving but didn't get paid from his job for another couple days. Trowa watched him it was getting late and Quatre was still there. Trowa began to approach Quatre. "Quatre." he looked up at Trowa. He didn't know what to say to him. "I saw you at the circus." added Trowa.
"Oh you did." Trowa sat next to him.
"Why didn't you come see me?"
"I don't know. I guess I didn't want to bother you."
"A visit from one of my closest friends is never a bother. Duo told me about your father."

Quatre silent. Trowa put his arm on Quatre's shoulder but he jumped away as though he were afraid he was going to be hit. "I would never hurt you like that Quatre." "I know but I really need to get to work now." he rose up and began to walk when suddenly he collapsed. "Quatre are all right? Quatre."