Oliver sat in his closet, waiting for the noise to stop. It was too much. The yelling, the fighting- all of it. He felt as if he was going to just waste away if he stayed here, or worse. He had to run, far away. He heard of that agency; Next Generation. They picked up kids and teens from the streets and gave them the opportunity of a lifetime- fame. He knew he had a pretty good voice. If he auditioned then they'd surely pick him. He just knew it.

They yells and fighting stopped a few minutes later. He waited thirty minutes before slowly, quietly, he opened the closet door. He could feel his heart in his throat. His pulse increased with every carefully placed step he took. The strong of alcohol and sex hit his senses but it did not bother him. He was used to it.

He mad his way out of the small, messy house and to the door. He wrapped his small hands around the golden handle, twisting it slowly. He did not have to bother with unlocking anything. They were too stupid, drunk, or high to care about such an important action.

He opened it just wide enough for him to slip through before taking a small step onto the cool concrete. He slipped through and took once last glance at the house. Once he heard the click of the the door, he bolted away as fast as his abused legs could take him.

Pain shot through him as he felt his wounds open back up, but he did not stop. The fear of being caught was too great. Adrenaline powered him from his house some where near the outskirt of Tokyo, all the way to Next Generation HQ.

He finally stopped in front of the studio, panting heavily. He smiled softly as he stared at it in wonder and awe. This is were his life would change.

Pain once again shot through him, so strong it made him fall to his knees. He let out a cry as he fell down, clutching his legss.

A girl with brown hair and white streaks hummed softly as she walked up to Next Generation HQ. She had her sparkling white butterfly headphones on her head as she went up to the door. She stopped when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Oliver on the ground.

"Eeek! What the... Ah! I have to help him! He's bleeding! Oh, Primus... O.K., O.K., clam yourself, Dia. Let's just get him inside, then you can do first aid. Alright, let's go!" she said as she walked over to the now passed out Oliver.

She gently picked up the boy, scared at how light he was. She made her way into the large building, passing the bitchy receptionist-Aiko-, then to the elevator. She pressed the button that read "7."

The song "the World is Mine" played in the background as she waited patiently for it to reach her chosen level. She happily noticed that no one else came on the elevator. It was 4:30 in the mourning, so it was expected. With a "ding!" she arrived at her destination. She reached for her key in her back pocket- which was not easy- and opened the door. With a "SLAM!" she kicked the door closed and placed him on the couch.

She ran to the bathroom and grabbed the bright red bag she kept in a cabinet. Rushing back to him, he undressed him, ignoring the difference in gender between them. She cut off the many bandages before disinfecting the wounds. The boy writhed in the sting of the disinfectant but still slept. Dia put on fresh bandages before running to her room.

She came back out with her white cotton pajamas and placed them on him. She let out a sigh of relief as she fell down on the couch across from him. She buried herself in the plump cushions before peaking at the boy with one eye.

He was peacefully asleep, moving slightly in his sleep as he dreamed. She noticed how adorable he was. She got up and leaned over him, moving his hair out of his eye.

"Who are you, little boy? A wounded angel. That must be it. But who would hurt a beautiful angel like you?" she asked.

"...My cookie... not yours... giant... birdie..." he mumbled in his sleep.

"You speak English... and your accent... your from England."she noted. She let out a giggle as his words was fully processed in her mind. "And what a silly angel you are."

Oliver heard a soft giggle. It was a lovely noise that kissed his ears. He opened his eye to stare up at a girl he knew instantly. All he could do was stare in shock.

"Oh, did I wake you? I'm sorry I-"

"Dia Hinamori?" Oliver yelled, jumping up and hitting his head against her's.

Oliver let out a cute "ow" as he put his hand on his head and leaned back onto the couch. The loud cries of "OWOWOWOWOWOW!" that Dia made as she clutched her head on the floor was not ignored by her nieghbors. The door slammed opened to reveal a man in samurai like clothing.

"DIA-CHAN! PAPA GACKUPO IS HERE SAVE YOU-" Gackupo was silenced by a large stuffed fish.

"Be still, Gackupo. People are sleeping." a grumpy Luka Megurine growled as she stepped on Gackupo and made her way over to Dia. "What's wrong, Dia-chan?"

Dia looked up at her, tears in her eyes as she sniffled. Gackupo, looking up at this exact time, let out a squeal as he scrambled to his feet and held her like a baby.

"Poor, Dia-chan. What's wrong?"

Luka slapped the back of his head lightly. "I just asked that, idoit."

Dia explained her story to the two young adults. They looked over at the once again passed out Oliver. Luka sat next to him and gently placed a hand on his forehead. She leaned down and kissed it, coming back up with a soft smile.

"He's not running a fever. That's good." she said, petting his head affectionately.

Gackupo was about to let out a complaint at how she treats everyone differently from him but Dia spoke first.

"I think he's a wounded angel, like you used to tell me about, Luka. He must've fell from heaven because of a battle with demons." Dia said.

Luka let out a laugh. "Yes, that must be it." She turned back to the boy, giving his head a small pat before getting off her knees. "I think it's best if we leave him to rest. Come, Gackupo. Let's leave."

Gackupo dropped Dia who let out another "OW!" when her but made contact with the floor.

"DO I get to finally go inside Luka's house? Oh, I'm so happy! Make me your slave, Luka-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Gackupo cried out as she took his ear and dragged him out of Dia's apartment.

"See you in a few hours, Dia-chan." she said sweetly as a dark aura surrounded her.

"Y-yes. S-see you later." Dia stuttered as the two left.

She got up and locked the door before going to her bean bag chair. She gazed over at the boy before turning her TV back on and resuming her game. Her phone rang and she was greeted by a very mad Gumi Megpoid.

"I'm sorry! Look, are we playing this or not? I can stop playing Syrim with you, if that's what you want." she let out a laugh as a bunch of "no"s filled her ears. "Alright then, shut up and play."


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