At school, he sat in class looking bored as ever. He didn't know if it was the particular subject that they were
Studying, or just the class itself, the fan whirled around in it's strange orbit of circles. In unison with all the other fans aligned
Along the ceiling, his chin rested in his hand and he tried hard to keep his face from the desk but the gravity was arguing with him.
He wasn't the type to day dream, the only thing he did was think about other things, all phone calls made by teachers to parents never seemed to reach the house. Trowa was never home or so it seemed to the teachers who had been keeping an eye on the six year old and his actions he appeared to be as sharp as a needle.
But none of them, had any idea of his home life, how cared for he was, how sad they could all be together. All being him and Trowa plus an absent mother. In a sense he was fine but it was his drowsiness that concerned them, at this age children slept like rocks and crashed in random places and woke to start running around again, maybe that age was over for him.
Did he take after his father and mature a little to quickly?
A thought came to his mind in a different voice, the voice of the old man that had been in his dream the night before,
// Do you want something different? // The voice said, it was the doctor the doctor that assured him the gun wouldn't
Break. And it didn't, thusly, he was amazed by the thing that hadn't collapsed suddenly in his hands with no reason what so ever. He yawned as all the other kids seemed wide awake for it being 2 in the afternoon.
"Triton" The teacher called on him and he looked up with alertness. He was suddenly sitting up straight paying attention blinking several times in a row. Unlike that morning, "I'd like to speak with you after class." He sulked into his desk
And wondered what he had done wrong, It was a never-ending cycle they all wanted to talk to him after class and he was just sick of it.
The bell rang and everyone else took their small backpack's and friends and ran off Triton sulked to the front of the desk,
Head looking at the floor, "Not getting any sleep?" school was over and Duo would be out to pick him up to take him for ice-cream something he looked forward to sense early that morning. It was usually Duo that took him places went and did things with him, because Trowa had other things to do, a hidden agenda.
"Yes ma'am I am." He said quietly looking at her threw his blue purple bangs. "Why do you seem so tired then?" she fixed the glasses that sat on her young lady nose, what this means is that it wasn't a huge slope with bumps on it but small and cute
And narrow. "I dunno," he shrugged looking over to the side secretly looking at the clock cursing the teacher in an innocent way, because he could be on his way to ice cream right now.
The door flung open and a very happy "Hey kiddo!" was heard from his favorite "uncle", his head snapped to the side with a smile and the teacher looked over at him wondering who this happy-go lucky man was. She turned in her chair with
Ultimate grace, hands folded in her lap brown bobby hair moving with every movement. "Are you Triton's father?"
Duo suddenly forgot what he was going to say and laughed.
"No," she then looked confused. "Then who?" She said with this 'I presume' voice that snobby English people would use.
"Friend of the families," Triton's smile was wide happy that he was to be rescued from this horror in such a short amount of time. The voice in his head disappeared while he concentrated on getting out of school, "Could you tell his father to contact me?" She gave Duo this glower that said 'do or else'
He put his hands up in the 'I'm innocent' fashion like he was told to do this by the police. "Look lady," he said with a pleasant smile and sideways glance to the floor. "I'll relay your message but you don't have to play Queen Elizabeth."
She scowled at this. "I beg your pardon?" duo then smiled down at Triton who wanted to laugh he understood, "Ready for some ice cream?" Duo said "Yeah!" Triton willingly answered and they walked away. "What about chocolate?" Duo insisted.
The teacher was left amazed that she had just been ignored "We had that last time!" Triton said with giggles of excitement
"How about vanilla?" he kept suggesting as they got closer to the doorway, "To plain." And then he stopped at the figure
In the doorway open mouthed and confused. "Dad?" He blinked while Trowa smiled at him "what are you?" he couldn't finish his sentence at this time the teacher stood and tried to get a word in Trowa gave her a deathly glare and smiled at his son.
"How about strawberry?" Triton smiled and the three of them left the building, teacher in awe of what just happened,
Ignorance something she never had to deal with because all eyes were on her all the time weather the people liked it or not.
Eventually, everyone did get their ice cream assorted of sherbert vanilla and chocolate they sat outside at something equivalent to dairy queen. Triton sitting on Trowa's lap watching things around him as his father and friend chitchatted.
That's when weird things began to happen the streetlights when out. "Man!" Duo said with sadness and disgust "Now it's gonna take forever to get out of here." He moaned and groaned about the traffic they will soon join. Being Wednesday and only Wednesday Trowa didn't think much of it time went by fast, minutes turned into hours and then it was nighttime.
They'd long sense finished their ice cream before realizing how late it was, they had lost themselves in a conversation
Over who's CD was whose.
Trowa looked at his watch "Oh my god, it's 9 o'clock!" 9 O clock meant nothing to Triton he was curled in a ball against Trowa, asleep "Really?!" Maxwell exclaimed and they both got up to went home nobody seemed to notice the traffic lights and things went on as things would normally go on. "Weird." Trowa muttered "Come Triton." Trowa shook him gently and the boy's eyes opened slowly as he said, "Five more minutes" they laughed at him "Time to go home." Trowa picked him up.
A car came speeding down the road "Cars shouldn't go so fast." He muttered looking at it, the car suddenly swerved and hit the lamppost with the streetlights hanging above the intersection and it ignited into flames. People ran around like headless chickens calling 911 Triton covered his face scared and shielding his face from the warm flames.
Sirens wailed and cried racing down the street fire fighters came within minutes Trowa and Duo got quickly to the car so they wouldn't have to be witness's for the dead because that was something they had been for far too long, and they didn't need someone else's tragedy. It took awhile but by 9:45 they reached their house, Duo dropped them off and Trowa exclaimed "It's MY CD" with a teasing look Duo brushed him off as they stood on the lawn in front of their house and a memory came back to Triton as Duo drove away screaming.
Fighting, resistance the effort his mother put in to escape the car that kidnapped her from the very place she was standing.
// You want her back? // That same old voice came to his mind. Triton collapsed to his knees with his hand on his head crying lightly ignoring the scene that played over, and over and over, "Hey." Trowa said quietly kneeling down and hugging him.
He lent into his father crying, something he hadn't done in a very long time.
"It wont stop." He said clutching to Trowa as he clung back to him he put his chin on Triton's shoulder. "What?" he whispered as to not sound angry or worried. "The voice, the movie." It seemed like a world premier playing inside his head, that whole week seemed odd to them. The whitest person Trowa had ever met came down the street with a smile that soon faded.
"What's the matter?" Quatre asked kneeling down any bystanders were still their watching curiously their neighbors gave them a sorrowful look as they knew what happened it would be tomorrow night a year ago that his mother had vanished from
The front lawn never to be seen again, "He's hearing voices again." Quatre frowned someone so young shouldn't have to go threw so much. He'd be traumatized by the age of 10.
"Let's get him inside then." He said running his hands threw Triton's blue hair. Hair that almost matched Quatres eyes,
Trowa lifted Triton from the ground and the three entered the house. They went to his room that was in disarray,
And set him on the bed, "Someone needs to go to sleep." Trowa smiled taking off the boys shoes. " I don't want to go to sleep." He said scared, terrified.
Trowa dropped his shoes on the floor and looked at him. "Why?" now look who was asking why, the thought merely popped into his head but when it got the chance it escaped and that was very quickly, "The bad man comes back." Quatre sat on the edge of the bed as Trowa kneeled in front of it taking his son's hands in his. They were so small it scared Trowa.
Quatre moved the hair from Triton's face, "Whose the bad man?" Trowa persisted Triton seemed dazed in confusion he stared at his father without movement and then his body began to tremor. "Triton." Trowa called to him looking straight in the eyes, Triton however, appeared to be looking back but his eyes went right threw Trowa and onto the carpet.
"Triton!" Trowa shook his shoulder and there was nothing, and for a few more minutes, there would be nothing.