Presenting the sequel to For the Boy…

Casting Stones

By: Annoying Little Twit

I can hear them yelling. Well, Duo's yelling, William is babbling, Quatre's trying to get Duo to stop yelling, and I don't hear Trowa at all. I'm hiding under the bed, my eyes watching the small strip of carpet, wall, and door that is visible. Something crashes out in the main room and I curl up tighter, a tight pain in my chest. It gets dark and the loud noises end, but not all the noise. The latch to my door makes a sound as it opens, and footsteps make a soft pat-pat noise as familiar shoes come to stand in front of my face. I then see knees as the feet slide backwards, a soft 'thump' sounding when the knees connect with the carpet.

Trowa's face is soon looking into my own, his calm green eyes watching me silently. Shortly after, he is lying on his side, just watching me watch him. I whimper, wanting to reach out to him, to curl up against him, but he's out there and that is where the shouting was. I'm not going out there!

"David," Trowa says quietly, gently, and I can't make words. I keen, reaching a hand out to touch him, but hesitate when I reach the edge of safe and unsafe. My fingers curl back, my hand dropping limply to the soft floor. Trowa doesn't hesitate to reach his own hand out and curl it around mine. I keen again, turning my hand to grip the one holding mine.

"Will you come out?" Trowa asks me, and I shake my head. Duo is yelling again, still out in the main room. I flinch, but Trowa just squeezes my hand before letting go. He isn't leaving though, I can see. He flattens himself and scoots under the bed with me, coming to rest beside me. I don't waste any time in moving closer to him, pressing against his warmth and safety.

I might not be able to go to him, but Trowa always comes to me.

Trowa and I stay under the bed for most of the day. I sleep a little, but when Duo gets loud again, I wake up. Trowa never leaves me for a moment, even when his stomach makes hungry noises.

Quatre and William stay for a long time, talking with Duo. I don't really hear what they are saying; I don't want to hear what they are saying. Whatever it is makes Duo yell, and I don't want to know what it is that makes him so mad.

Trowa will hum when Duo gets too loud, and it helps me stay calm. I stay pressed against him, keeping him between me and the unsafe world outside my bed. Trowa never says anything, never asks me if I want to go out, because he already knows I don't. Trowa's smart like that; he always knows what I want and what I don't want. And I don't want to move right now, so we both stay here. I want to tell him he can leave, because he has to be uncomfy; he's much too big to fit under here like I do, but every time I go to say it, I can't. The words don't come, so I never tell him to go get comfy.

I must have fallen asleep again, because soon I hear Trowa talking softly, and Duo is talking back. He isn't yelling anymore, and is much closer than before. I can't understand them though, they're speaking the funny language that they use when they don't want me to know what they are talking about. I nuzzle my head into Trowa's side and they go quiet.

"David, are you awake?" Trowa asks, and I nudge him again.

"Yeah," I whisper, shifting. I have been lying on my arm for a long time and it's tingly now as I roll off of it.

"I'm sorry Davvy, will you come out?" Duo asks, and I tighten my grip on Trowa.

"David, we have some things to talk about, let's move out from under the bed now." Trowa's firm voice has me moving, and it takes all my will to not slide back under once I am out. Trowa stays sitting on the floor, and I crawl into the gap in his legs, letting his arms wrap around me securely as Duo sits down on the floor with us. He looks tired, and I wonder how long it has been since Quatre and William first came over. I can't see the window from where I am sitting with Trowa, so I don't know if it's dark outside or not.

"I'm sorry I yelled, little man, I was upset that Quatre's friend kept information from us that could have helped us a long time ago," Duo says, and I tilt my head. I don't understand what he means, so I look up at Trowa. Does Trowa know what Duo is talking about?

"William Weasley knew your parents, from what little I heard," Trowa says, and I feel my heart clench.

My parents are people who never existed. I don't know who they were, or why they left me with Aunt and Uncle. Aunt and Uncle had never spoken of them, and whenever Uncle's sister came over Uncle would put me out in the back shed to be out of her sight. I never thought much about them, to be honest. They just... don't exist. Trowa's the closest to a parent I ever want to know, and I don't want anyone else. Ever.

"I didn't stay long enough to hear much," Trowa continues, his hand running through my lengthening hair. I haven't decided if I want to cut it or not, so I've been letting it grow until I decide. "Do you want to know about them?"

"No," I say, leaning against Trowa. "No. They aren't real. Trowa is real. They not."

"Davvy, he also had other things to say. Like what- what they called you when you were born. When you were born, and what happened to make you not live with them anymore," Duo says, his voice real quiet. I look into his strangely coloured eyes, which are looking back into my own. I feel my throat tightening. I don't want to know this! I don't want to know!
"No!" I whimper, pressing back into Trowa. "No! I no wanna know!"

"Calm down, David," Trowa whispers, his hand pressing firmly against my chest, rubbing near my throat. I gasp, the air helping me think clearer. I am Trowa's now. Trowa will keep me safe from this, from what Duo wants me to know. From the people who don't exist. From the world.

"I don't want to know. Please, I don't. I want to be David," I say to Duo, keeping my head bowed. My hands grip each other tightly, the sweat making them feel slippery. "Just David."

"Okay buddy, I'll keep it to myself for now. Just... Just let me know when you want to hear it, 'kay?" He sounds sad, but I don't care. Trowa might like him a lot, but I don't. I can't.

"Fine," I reply, letting my head fall against Trowa's leg. Trowa is the only person I can trust; Duo can't be trusted, no matter how much Trowa thinks he can.

I've been avoiding Duo. I know he says he won't tell me what William told him about my parents (I have a hard time thinking it, let alone believing it), but I'm afraid he'll try to tell me anyways. Duo's been going over to Heero's house a lot too, since he learned about them. I think he's trying to find them or something. Maybe this is his way of getting Trowa all to himself. I don't know, I don't want to know. I'm happy with how things are; or were, as it doesn't feel the same now.

Wufei is the only one who doesn't seem to want to tell me new and scary things. Well, Trowa doesn't either, but that is because Trowa knows what I want, and I don't want to know. So he doesn't say anything. But Wufei never talks about that; he just helps me take care of my plants and learn things.

But I've mostly been spending time with Trowa. We go out a lot, to parks and stores and large buildings where Trowa gets things and I play. I never play with the other kids, because they're dumb. They make a lot of noise, and always want to be the winner. I just sit in the sand and draw pictures, and make little houses in the grains.

The more that I avoid thinking about it, the more curious I become. Are they alive? Did they leave me with Aunt and Uncle on purpose, knowing what would happen? Did... did they want me? Did they give me a name, like... like Duo and Trowa did? And the more I think about it, the worse I feel about being mean to Duo. He's the one who gave me a name, after all. A real name, one that I could call my own. He gave up his old job across the ocean to come help me, and I was so mean to him.

As Trowa helps me wash my hands in the bathroom, I lean back against him, making a low whining noise in my throat. Trowa hums and I open my mouth, trying to find the right words.

"I... I want to know. I want to say sorry. I want... I want to talk with Duo."

"I know," he says, and I relax. Of course Trowa knows. He knows everything. Trowa will make everything better.

A/N: And welcome to the sequel! I had wanted to get a few other projects out of the way first, but apparently this story had other ideas. I did knock out a couple projects (some rather fun ones, if I must say) but I ended up with more than I started with.

So what do you all think? Ready for this? I'm not so sure I am! Haha…ha….ha…. yeah.

ALT