The lights flicked on and the boy who stood in the corner of the room was enveloped by light. Still unnoticed
He kept quiet and pointed his gun at the back of Trowa's head as it made this 'click' sound. "Trowa!" A voice called for him down the hallway, a familiar voice that he cared not to recognize some times, most of the time. The voice filtered in one ear and then out the other.
Trowa's eyes blinked and then widened in fear as he saw a shadow looming over him and he turned around hand rested on his child's cheek. He seemed to blink in his own eyes that did no move. "Trowa" The bedroom door flew open and Duo stood there, gasping upon the scene before him. What he had seen as the Shinigami shocked him; a voice from the grave had paid him a visitation in warning.
"Don't move." The cold voice said, the boy's face could challenge the cold-hearted face of Heero Yuy, at some times, Heero's face was true but the boys would be only a façade. "Who the hell" Duo stopped once again seeing Triton. "It's to late…" his voice trailed off in failure, "what's to late?" Trowa murmured from the dark corners of his heart.
"Well- this lady came to see me and." He realized how stupid he sounded "An oracle?" the boy smirked and raised his gun to Duo's face right in between the eyes; "Well" he smiled " I wouldn't exactly say an oracle! But someone you might know instead." He glared his evil I know something glare at the boy. "And?" Trowa said forcefully not taking his eyes off the boy standing the corner of his son's bedroom.
"He's not dead Trowa." Duo walked over to Triton and knelt down next to Trowa and that was the first time in minutes
That Trowa took his eyes off something familiar and looked at duo. "He's there," he pointed at the boy in the corner.
"That's impossible." Trowa said returning to the dear in the headlights surprised look and then a sleek looking man appeared besides the boy.
"It's very possible." His silver brown hair covered part of his face as he smiled at Trowa; he wore a doctor's coat and suit.
"Let's say I've used your boy for an experiment, and a successful one at that." Another shadow came in the door and the doctor's smile never seemed to fade. "Fire." He said and the boy listened, this boy that was the newfound Triton.
A small disk the size of a 20 oz cap flew out of the gun with a blast and stuck to the figures arm this figure was Quatre.
Something like small blades then stuck out on the sides of the disk bending slightly and it began to spin Quatre's eyes widened with fear and pain "Quatre!" Trowa said, not wanting to leave his son's side. But he wanted to rescue Quatre, "It's called."
The Dr. began, "The Silencer." The gun made no firing sound just a small poof of smoke.
"It's made for assassins like Triton." The disk then turned sideways and went into Quatres arm he began to scream as the disk returned to Triton like a boomerang. It turned into a flat harmless disk as blood dripped from it lying in Triton's open palm.
"My son is NOT a killer." Trowa yelled at the Dr. something that he wished his son to never do.
Something he wished upon no one else. Was to be a killer to save the innocence. Quatre clasped his arm as he looked into Triton's eyes pleadingly. It was like he was looking at Trowa, for the first time.
"Triton." He whispered and Triton gave Quatre so much as a glance as if he were being taken out of a spell or a trance as he had been in the previous hours.
"This isn't you." He said taking a step forward and Triton reloaded his gun quickly like a professional gunman and pointed it at the already wounded Quatre. // I lied // Quatre thought hastily, / / I lied to Trowa, // tears fell from his eyes that most assumed was physical pain and Duo went over to him. "Come on Quatre." ~your nothing. ~ The Dr spoke to Quatres mind from the corner of the room.
~Nothing but a heart breaking liar. ~ "You know you have years to live until you get that old." Quatre tried pleading with the boy filling with sorrow knowing what the Dr was saying, was indeed true. "Triton!" The doctor said, as it appeared that Triton was almost listening to Quatre his chin was grabbed roughly and then turned to him. "You listen to a thing he says and you'll regret it later."
Trowa picked up Triton's soulless form and laid him on the bed and walked over to Triton, or who was claiming to be Triton and snatched him away from the Dr. "It was you."