He sat in the cart reading a book I'd randomly picked up for him. One book I'm sure I would be buying. I was looking around the children's section and I picked up some khakis, white shirts, denims and t-shirts. I also picked out a pair of loafers and tennis shoes. I was browsing aimlessly when Quatre looked up at me, eyes wide. "Trowa, this is not a good book."
"Hm?" I looked at him, there were tears in his bright eyes.
"T-they k-k-killed a vampire! I don't want to read this." He threw it down and it hit the floor with a 'thwap'.
"Quatre." I picked the book up. Indeed it was a book about vampire slayers. "You must respect the property of others. We'll just put it back." I was highly amused at myself! I did not lose my patience. I couldn't! He was just too sweet. "What do you think about a movie? You haven't watched much television." He shook his head.
"No thanks."
"A video-game then?" He smiled and shook his head negatively. "Hm, I suppose you want to get another book," He beamed brightly. "See I know you all to well, little one." He giggled. An older woman passed us by.
"Ah, he looks so sweet. How old is he?" I smiled and ruffed his golden locks.
"He's six."
"He looks so bright, well have a good night you two." The woman clearly thought I was his father, or brother. In a way, it was true, I was keeping him like a son.
"Trowa I'm tired. Can we go home?"
"Yes, little one." I headed to the check-out line. His big blue eyes began to droop. I picked him up and he wrapped his arms around my neck, resting his head on my shoulder.
"Aw, the little guy is tuckered out isn't he? It's awful late fro him to be out of bed though." The woman made her comments as she rang up my items. Lying came very easily to me, so I said.
"He's got an aversion to sunlight, so he sleeps during the day." the woman looked confused but just nodded. She helped put the sacks into my cart and I moved to the foyer. I collected the four bags in one hand and the elderly man there smiled at the child who was snoozing. I nodded to him and left the Wal-Mart. Quickly I took to the air, no one even saw me.
It was three nights before my party, Quatre was curled up in the library with 'A Tale of Two Cities" and Webster's dictionary. He was very cross with me when he found out that I had a library, I just thought he was a mite young for those books. However, even though he was cross with me, he still slept in my coffin, I just got a little silent treatment. That irked me, so I apologized and he forgave me. I wanted to see him, I would be going out soon so I used my mind to call to him.
'Quatre, come to the living room, please, quickly' It should have taken him ten seconds when he was running, which he usually does. He did not come. I stood and walked towards the foyer.
"So you've taken to caring for human children Barton?" A very familiar, missed voice asked me.
"Heero, you're back."
"Indeed, and who is this?" He stepped into my view, holding a limp Quatre in his hands.
"You haven't touched him have you?" I was nervous, I knew Heero was ruthless, he wouldn't hesitate to harm a child if he were hungry.
"Only to catch him." Heero placed the boy in my arms.
"A Tale of Two Cities? Isn't he a bit young for this?"
"Wufei!" The Chinese vampire, stepped beside Heero. "I did not know you two were traveling together." They smiled and Wufei nodded to the child.
"Who's this morsel?" Wufei's eyes were hungry.
"You shall not touch him, he's mine, my student." Heero raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I'm teaching him.
Yes...it's beautiful isn't it? Next chapter should be the party, i need to expand on it just a little...I hope you enjoyed and Until we meet again!
