The boy blinked from his trance and looked at his father in confusion, Quatre sighed of relief. "Don't do that to me."
Trowa hugged him and Triton proceeded to curl in a ball // There's something wrong with him, // Quatre thought to himself looking at him with loving eyes. Triton hated those eyes and so he did not look at Quatre.
To be reminded of something you no longer have is devastating, especially when it's a person and not a thing to be rebuilt
Easily with the tools of man, "Time for bed." Trowa said with a very fake smile, one like heero would have put on.
He easily cooperated in silence and was tucked in, to undergo his nightly daydreams his daydreams that were purely movies that plaid in his head movies that would become nightmares.
The two men left the room leaving the door slightly open and turned off the lights as they exited. He seemed to sink into his sheets and bed, and then he disappeared. Falling into an invisible oblivion of reminisces pictures fell before him that he had seen a year or so ago, one of a map that Heero had been over looking, the other of a machine that brought great destruction to a once wounded land.
All the while Trowa and Quatre talked in the kitchen, out of the boys hearing range. Even if they could be heard, they wouldn't be. Trowa sat down at the table and Quatre sat across from him, silent for a moment. Arms folded on the table as Trowa had his face in his hands. "It's going to happen again." Trowa muttered quietly covering his whole face. "No it's not." Quatre re-assured.
"I can feel it, it's that same feeling and how coincidental it be this week." Quatre got up and went over to Trowa removing his hands from his face and holding onto them as tightly as his dainty feminine hands could "You listen to me." he said with a harsh voice that rather surprised Trowa very rarely was it that Quatre took this stance in their friendship. "You're not going to lose your son," he said like he could tell the future.
Trowa sat in silence, "I don't care what your feeling your not going to loose him." Quatre was determined to keep his best friend in tact, he knew their was a gapping whole in Trowa's heart from many losses in his life, he hated the fact that there was nothing that he could do about it. Or, was there "Just trust me ok?" he said with his sweet smile and sparkling eyes.
His heart pounded as he held Trowa's hands, their eyes seemed to be in lock with each other the world seemed to stop and the only sound there was, was the sound of their hearts pounding immensely against there chests. Whichever one of them did it, it wasn't regretted, in a moments time soft lip to soft lip was touching. Trowa unclasped Quatre's hands from his and intertwined their fingers together in a sweet romance.
Their eyes closed and then the sound of an overwhelming *thud* broke the moment of confession and they broke apart with wide eyes both at themselves and the noise that filtered threw out the house. They looked at each other and realized that it was not them that had made the sound of something hitting the ground because they had been in their former positions.
"Triton." Trowa said and they both bolted down the hallway, Quatre gaining this sick feeling in his stomach wondering, pondering, if he had been wrong in his accusation that his son wouldn't be lost the hallway seemed to stretch for days at a time
Like they could never reach the end of the hallway they could never get to Triton's room in time to save him.
Space was being warped around them and Quatres steps quickened. But they slowed at the same time and Trowa was getting further and further away from him, he felt trapped, trapped as if he were in a black box. Someone was closing the lid.
A memory then flooded his mind.
**Memory**
"Quatre!" Triton screamed as he clung to his leg. "What is it?" Quatre smiled down at the youngster, "There's something coming to get you, with big red eyes I saw it!" Quatre laughed and re-assured the boy that there was nothing coming to get him
**End **
Darkness filled the house and electricity was lost. Spirals of black and blue hit Quatres eyes and then he saw the floor, and nothing else. Trowa was gone, vanished into the dark oblivion that was the hallway into his son's room leaving Quatre behind on the floor spread out like a blanket fingers stretched out like he was reaching for the end of the hallway, but couldn't make it in time "TRITON" Trowa's heart sunk to his stomach he was gone.
Simply like that there was a lifeless body of a six-year-old boy lying on the floor. As if the spirit of the body had been ripped out. Taken away, "Triton!" Trowa screamed kneeling down trying to wake him. But there was nothing, his skin was cold like death his eyes scratched like a fuzzy TV, Trowa gathered the boy in his arms, and cried.
A glint of something gold could be seen from the corner of the dark room a man around the age of 19 stood in the corner watching the elder man cry. As if it had been something more important that had died.
His blue hair shined in the darkness his green eyes sparkled from the shinning gun and he remained silent. Soulless,
And watchful, for notice of his presence.
A/N- I'm really tempted to leave you guys hanging and end the story completely; I didn't want this to be a long story,
And this is a rather decent cliffhanger. But there is oogles more that I have planned for poor Trowa, you know what the funny thing is, I DESPISE Trowa, and yet here I am writing about him, muses work in mysterious ways. Thanks to the people that read the story and reviewed. Believe it or not this is my first GW fic ^^V
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