We head out the door, Quatre clings to my arm and has it in a death grip. I laugh and pry him off of me and hold his hand. "You need to relax. Is there some reason you don't want to go into town?" He shook his head and looked down at the ground.

"No..."

"Well good! Cause I wouldn't want to make you do something you don't want." I smile and continue walking. He refuses to let go of my hand, not that mind, but know that there are less than agreeable people out there that won't like seeing us holding hands and don't want them to hurt Quatre. Or scare him. But I doubt we will have any problems.

I yawn and look around I see a nice little restaurant that wasn't snobby, and at the same time wasn't McDonald's either. We walk in and we take a seat where a girl came up and handed us menus. I smile and look at Quatre."

"Got any idea what you might want? You can have anything you want." Smile and soon remember that he has a bit of an eating problem. "Crap! Quat I'm sorry! I forgot that you can't eat anything. What the hell kind of guy takes a kid that gets sick when he eats anything solid, out to eat! I'm such a jackass!" I look around and see that people are staring and then I see that it is making Quatre uncomfortable. I look around. "What are you looking at, this isn't a show!" They all go back to their own business and I look at Quatre. "I'm sorry Quat..."

"T-that's alright Duo...I'll just have soup. It will be fine." He smiles and it makes me smiles. The girl comes back and we both ordered the chicken noodle soup and I sigh. She brings the soup back and sits it on the table and he start to eat. We eat quietly until I finish. He was half way through and I smile

"You think you can finish it? That would be a big improvement."

"I think so..." I smile and nod.

"Well that's good. Quatre? What happened that you ended up in the garbage?" He pauses for a minute and looks up at me.

"I don't really remember...all I remember is waking up in your house..." He wouldn't look at me, which right away told me he is lying, but I'm not going to force him to tell me, if he wants to he will tell me.

"Oh...well, do you have any place that you can go?" He looks up at me with a look of sadness. "What?"

"Oh I see..." He looks down at the floor with tears in his eyes.

"What!"

"You want me to leave...that's ok, I understand."

"Quatre...that's not what I meant..."

"I won't trouble you anymore." He got up and ran from the table and out the door. Lay the money on the table and ran after him.

"QUATRE?" I get outside and I lose sight of him as he runs across the street. I ran after him after almost getting hit by a car. Damn! This kid is fast! I chase him down and finally manage to catch him. "Quatre..." I pin him against the wall of a building and breath heavily. I stare right into his eyes and glare. "What the hell were you thinking! You can't just run off into traffic like that! Now listen to me! I don't want you to leave, I just wanted to know if you had a family or a house to go to. If you don't I would be more than happy to let you stay with me. From your reaction, I'm assuming that you don't. I'm not gonna kick you out into the street Quatre. If I didn't want you around I wouldn't have kept you in my house this long. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes...I'm sorry Duo...I...I was just scared...I didn't want to be alone again..." He quickly got out of my grasp and he hugs me tightly. I pat his head and sigh.

"Come on, I think we should go home..." He nods and grabs my hand. I sigh and start walking home. After a while the crowd really starts to build up. Soon I find it very hard to keep Quatre close. His hand s roughly pulled from mine and I panic. I turn around and see that he is already lost in the crowd. Shit. I push my way through and try to find Quatre. I get through the crowd and see him being pulled into a building. I run into the building and lose him again. III run out of a set of doors and to my great terror I find out what this place is. IT'S A FREAKING STRIP CLUB! I frantically look around and I finally see Quatre, but in a place that I'm sure he doesn't want to be. I look up and see that they put him in a little skimpy outfit, which was only more humiliating for him because it was a school girl outfit. They push him against his will onto the stage. His face is a bright shade of red and he starts crying. Hear the cat calls of all the people surrounding the stage. Quatre falls to the floor and curls up in a little ball and starts to sob.

I growl and jump up on stage. I wrap my arms around him and try my best to ignore the calls from the audience.

"Shhh...it's alright...come on, we'll go home..." I pick him up and walk down the steps of the stage. A guy shouts about getting back on stage and I punch him right in the jaw. I sigh as we walk home, that is, after Quatre got the courage to start walking by himself. He clings to my arm and know there is no way that I am prying him off this time. The crowds have died down so wouldn't say that I will lose him again.

We finally get back to the house and I am exhausted. I look at Quatre and shockingly enough he doesn't look tired at all! The kid must have enough energy to power a Buick! I smile as he sits down on the couch. I take a seat next to him and he allows me to sit close to him and this makes me smile. Come to think of it, ever since this kid showed up I've smiled more lately. Someone this cute just has that effect on you.

I kick back and lean against the arm of the couch. To my surprise, Quatre cuddled up with me like a little puppy. This is probably because of the whole ordeal today and he thinks that I am the only one that he can trust right now. Not that this bothers me, I like contact with Quatre. I. for some reason feel this overwhelming urge to protect him. It was later at night by the time we both fall asleep. He are curled together and neither of us has felt more safe in our lives.