A/N: This is the last chapter of Noise. In a little bit, I will have the start of a sequel posted. It's called 'Rhythm'.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC(s).

The week comes and goes until Saturday arrives again. Ryoma is the last to show up to practice. His shadow is with him again. Only he's a little different.

"Hey, you don't have any bandages on your eye!" Momo exclaims upon seeing him.

Trey flinches slightly at his loud voice but smiles none the less and nods. "Yeah. I got them taken off on Monday."

"Nice."

"Oh! Can I see!?" Kikumaru shouts.

Trey holds back another flinch and nods. His eyes are emerald green. Contrary to their previously dull and void look they glimmer with childlike innocence. Although the emerald color of his right eye appears to be mixed with gray. Furthermore underneath his right eye is an angry red line of healing stitches.

"Practice is starting," Tezuka states. "You can talk later."

The regulars head onto the courts while Trey finds a place to sit and watch. Instead of heading over to the bench he sat at before he sits on the ground close the tennis court fence. He holds his MP3 player and headphones tightly in his hands put doesn't put them on. Instead, he closes his eyes as the practice starts and the sound of tennis balls echoes around him.

"What is he doing?" Momo asks Ryoma.

"Don't know." Ryoma shrugs. "He started doing it a few days ago."

"Weird kid."

Practice goes by smoothly. By the time it's over Trey hasn't moved from his position. Ryoma walks up to him. "Hey, you okay? Practice is over."

Trey stares up at Ryoma. He blinks slowly a few times. "Oh. Yeah." He grins. "I'm fine."

Ryoma raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment. "Momo-senpai asked if we wanted to get sushi again. Do you wanna go?"

"Hmm." He nods heavily. "Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Trey stands up and falls over almost immediately. Ryoma catches him.

"Woah. You okay, Trey?"

He stands up with Ryoma's help and rubs one of his eyes. "Tired."

Ryoma laughs. "We can go home so you can sleep if you want."

"No," Trey whines. "Wanna go to Taka-san's."

"Alright. Let's go then." Ryoma starts to walk away.

"Wait." Trey pouts. "Can you carry me?"

Ryoma rolls his eyes. He crouches down with his back to Trey. "Climb on." Trey climbs onto his back. "Hold on tight." Trey wraps his arms loosely around Ryoma's neck and grabs onto his regulars jacket. "Ready?" Trey nods. "Here we go." Ryoma stands up holding on Trey's legs to keep him on his back. He walks over to the other regulars. "Hey, Momo-senpai, could you carry my bag for me?"

"Huh." Momo turns to him suddenly. "Why would I-" He cuts himself off upon seeing Ryoma giving a half-asleep Trey a piggy back ride. He grins at the sight. "Sure, I got it."

"Thanks," Ryoma grunts.

Together they walk with the other regulars to the Kawamura Sushi shop.

"Hey, Trey-chan?" Kikumaru pokes Trey's cheek gently.

"Hmm." Trey lifts his head off Ryoma's shoulder. His tired eyes observe Kikumaru lazily.

"What were you doing earlier?"

"Wha' d'ya mean?"

"You weren't listening to music but you weren't really watching us practice either."

"Training."

"Training for what?" Fuji inquires.

"Tennis. Can' pla'.." He slurs. He shifts on Ryoma's back and sits up more. "Can't play with headphones on anymore."

"I see. You're trying to get used to the sound of the tennis ball," Inui concludes.

Trey nods heavily. "Can't be scare' of it forever."

His head drops onto Ryoma's shoulder again. "Go to sleep, Trey. I'll wake you up when were at Taka-san's."

"Okay." Trey closes his eyes. He's asleep in a matter of seconds.

The group is silent as they walk. When they finally reach the sushi shop, Ryoma doesn't wake him. Instead, with the help of Momo he sets the small boy on the floor. Ryoma sits down next him and rests the boy's head on his lap. Trey curls up into Ryoma and keeps sleeping.

"We have a spare bed upstairs if you'd like to put him there," Kawamura-san offers.

"Thank you Kawamura-san but he's fine here," Ryoma declines.

"He looks so cute when he's sleeping." Fuji smiles. "It's funny. He looks even smaller now than he did before." Trey twitches in his sleep. "Oh. Did I disturb him?"

"No." Ryoma stares down at the sleeping boy in his lap. He watches as the twitching continues until he's trembling in his sleep. "Trey?" Ryoma brushes a hand through his hair. The trembling doesn't stop. "Trey. You need to wake up now." Nothing changes. "Trey!" Ryoma calls urgently and shakes him. "Trey! You need to wake up now! Trey!"

Trey's eyes suddenly snap open wide. He sits up quickly and scrambles away until his back hits the wall. Tears stream down his cheeks. He holds his arms up in front of his face. "I'm sorry," he cries. "I'm sorry. Please, don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt me. Please. I'm sorry."

Ryoma crawls over to him and hugs the panicking boy to his chest. "It's okay. You're okay," Ryoma soothes. "No one here will hurt you," he promises. He rocks him gently. "It's okay. No one's going to hurt you." Trey hugs Ryoma tightly and sobs into his chest. "I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise."