Um, okay, the awesome, sweet, sad song "The Little Girl" belongs to its respective writers and singer, Mr. John Michael Montgomery! (That is how you spell it, right? I'm sorry, I'm not good with names!!!!!).

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Don't waste your time suing me, *please, the Angel of Armageddon begs of you!* I have no money (like 5 cents if you really want it, I mean, come on, if you really want my 5 cents then don't bother going to court, because that would just waste your time, and you could just ask and I'd give it to you and-- *is hit upside the head by Duo* Duo: GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!!!!! Angel: Okay, okay, Mean One!) I am spending all my money on the super groovy anime CD's and tapes and such, and this disclaimer is REALLY long, so just PLEASE don't sue me... and now, enjoy the fic!

Of all their talks and all Duo's questions, he still knew barely a thing about Heero's past. Yeah, he knew all about "mercenary: age 7," and the "perfect soldier" and all, but before that was a mystery. He was determined to figure it out.

When he got to Heero's apartment, they watched some movies, played a rather short game of chess (Heero won in the first 3 moves), throughout all of which Duo talked, and Heero... didn't. Somewhere along the line, they wandered into Heero's room, ((NOT for anything like THAT you hentai yaoi people!)) and Duo sat on the bed while Heero reclined with his feet on the desk and chair leaning precariously far back. Duo began with his "mission".

"Heero, before you got involved with the war and all... what was your life like?"

Her parents never took the young girl to church
Never spoke of His name,
Never read her His word...

Two non-believers walking lost in this world

Took their baby with them
What a sad little girl...

Heero blinked at the unexpected question, showing a bit more expression than normal. He thought of his life for those years, its ups and downs, and wondered how to respond to Duo's query.

"Well... it doesn't really matter, does it?" he asked rather icily ((yes, more icily than usual)). He then got up and went into the kitchen to get some soda, memories filtering through his mind.

Her Daddy drank all day, and Mommy did drugs
Never wanted to play
or give kisses and hugs.


She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch
While Mom fell asleep
And Daddy went out.

As he poured the soda, ((Hee, Mountain Dew! Mountain Dew! Oops, that advertising, isn't it? ^_^;;; Don't sue! [Oh, jeez, I'm a poet and I didn't know it!])) Heero thought more about his life during the younger years. He hadn't thought about it for a long time; in fact, he had deliberately avoided the subject at all costs. He'd almost succeeded in not thinking about it at all. Until now.


And the drinking and the fighting
Just got worse every day.
Behind their couch she'd be hiding
Oh, what a sad little life.

And like all things, the bad just got worse
With every slap
And every curse.

Heero walked back into his room with the glass and sat in the chair, eyes piercing holes in the floor. Judging by his expression, Duo figured it hadn't been good.

"When I was young..." Heero began, to Duo's surprise, "my parents were... unstable. My Mom did drugs. My Dad drank. Fighting constantly. You get the point."

Duo was shocked. Nothing in his friend's character had ever suggested anything like this! Well, the blowing things up, numerous collections of guns, obsession with destructive devices, but other than those little things...


Until her Daddy, in a drunk rage one night
Used a gun on her Mom
And then took his life.

"My Dad came home one night, drunk. He was mad. He had a gun, and got annoyed with my Mom..." the stoic pilot said, voice soft, and maybe even a little bit sad. He was rapidly downing his glass of soda, as if distressed about something.

"Yeah, no kidding," Duo thought sarcastically. "He's only talking about his parents' deaths."

"That was when I was about five. I'd grown to be very quiet living with them, afraid of attracting attention, and therefore, anger. I'd never do anything to disrupt them. Laughing, talking, crying, anything like that would have disturbed them," Heero continued. Well, at least this explained his near-apathy, Duo figured. "I was adopted by another couple. They were so nice, so tender..."

And some people from the city
Took the girl far away.
To a new Mom, and a new Dad,
Kisses and hugs every day.

Duo smiled a little bit. That must have been when he had gotten to be so nice himself. Though people more often saw the uncaring, indifferent side of him, he really did worry about the welfare of the general public. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten himself mixed up in this infernal war.

"However, two years later, they died for their kindness. The Alliance began moving in on the place where we lived, and my parents, trying to help our neighbors escaped, were shot and killed. Thus my hatred for that damned organization..."

As Duo was thinking about what he had learned, Heero got up to get more soda. Duo sighed and leaned back on the bed, but had miscalculated his distance from the edge and fell half-off. He landed on his head with a *thud*, and painfully opened his eyes to find himself looking under Heero's bed. There were surprising amounts of dust bunnies under there, big and fluffy. Man, Heero was getting careless. Either that, or he was hanging around Relena too much, and starting to like fluffy things. Then again, that could have come from Quatre...

Noticing something else under the bed, Duo reached over and pulled out a few folders. Managing to work his way back to a sitting position on the bed, he opened the folder. He figured Heero wouldn't mind... and gasped at what he saw.

They were pictures. ((NO you stupid hentai people!!! Don't get your hopes up! Grr!!)) Wonderfully drawn pictures, all with Heero's signature somewhere on them. Duo was awed by his friend's artistic skill, but even more so by the people in them. Most of them were of Heero and another person, a man.

First day of Sunday School, the teacher walked in
And a small little girl
Stared at a picture of Him.

"Hey, Heero!" Duo called into the kitchen. "I didn't know you went to church!"

"I don't," responded the pilot from the other room.

"Oh, well, you've obviously seen religious paintings or something."

"Nope. I've gone out of my way to avoid them... I thought religion might screw up my reactions. Yeah, that reminds me. Even though I don't go for it all that much, what's with this whole thing I hear about some chick named Mary? And her son? Do you have any pictures with you, I'd like to see what they look like."

Duo's jaw nearly hit the floor, for two reasons. 1) because Heero had actually said more than a sentence, and no real insults were involved. And 2) because what his friend had just said was impossible. Completely impossible.

She said, "I know that Man, there on that cross.
I don't know His name,
But I know He got off."

"�Cuz He was there in my old house,
And He held me close to His side,
As I hid there behind our couch
The night that my parents died."

Heero walked in, and looked scornfully at the papers Duo was holding. "Oh. You found those."

"Y... yeah..." Duo said in disbelief. "Heero, who's this?"

Looking at the other person in the pictures, the man, Heero frowned. "Him?" Duo nodded. "...Well... when I was young... I had an... imaginary friend. I feel stupid saying it, but... yeah, and, well, anyway, he was there when my first parents had trouble or fought or whatever." He seemed about to say something more, but hesitated. Duo looked on, willing him to continue. "And... well..." Heero looked frustrated. "This is so stupid. He's there whenever I fight, guiding me through tough spots, showing me how to win with the least people hurt. Stupid, like I said. I guess some things you don't grow out of, even if you want to. All right?" He walked rather grumpily off into the kitchen again, and Duo just blinked a few times.

The faintest wisp of a smile touched the Reverend's lips, as he felt his faith blossom within him again, and gazed at the magnificent works of art. Of Heero. And the man.

Of Heero... and Jesus.