A/N: So I've wanted to write this for a long time now. I've been collecting headcanons, watching the characters interact on the anime/taken the manga into consideration, and now here it is: an unofficial backstory to Chazz Princeton! I love this character and I feel there's a lot more going on with him than what we're given, so it should be an interesting and—spoiler—heartbreaking ride. It starts with his birth, and we learn a little about what kind of family he is thrown into. So enough talk, enjoy the story! Please write a review if you're interested in seeing more, constructive criticism and reviews help fuel my motivation and produce higher quality chapters.

Episode 1

A Child Born from the Storm!

Victor Princeton, owner and founder of the Princeton Group of Domino City, sat thoughtfully in his study. His study was a retreat, a hideaway from his hectic and loud daily life. He gently picked up his cup of steaming green tea and sat on the leather sofa, watching the dancing flames in the stone fireplace.

The lights of Domino City flickered like stars outside the tall, crystal-clear glass windows. As thin as the glass was, it was a physical—and mental—barrier against the world.

His eyes wandered to the large painting on the mantel. It was a commissioned piece of him and his family. His wife, Genevieve, and two sons, Slade and Jagger, sat beside his own likeness. Each one wore a crisp outfit that reflected the professionalism of the household. It was a perfect family and everything went according to what he laid out years ago as a young man.

Genevieve was the faultless apple of everyone's eye, and Victor's ultimate prize. She was a beautiful woman with alabaster skin and gray eyes; she had striking raven hair that cascaded beyond her shoulders in a shimmering wave. She was intelligent, but reserved, not speaking a word unless she really had something to say. Her voice was soft and gentle like a breeze.

Victor loved her and promised her the world—and everything in it that her delicate heart would desire. She came from a wealthy family herself and was an only child. Genevieve was used to being doted on and having her every wish fulfilled.

His eldest son was a dark-haired boy named Slade, who took after his mother. He was a people person, and could manipulate them and their thoughts like putty. Victor planned for him to be a leading politician, and gave him the best education his fortune could offer.

His youngest son was named Jagger, and he took after Victor himself. With short, gray hair and icy gray eyes, he was a spitting image of the old man himself. Jagger, from little on, loved money, and always boasted about helping his older brother with his campaigns. Victor, sensing the boy's strength in finances, gave him the best education money could buy as well, and soon Jagger was up there with his brother.

The duo found many successes, and Victor couldn't have been more proud. He was not much of a presence in their lives, but he made sure that they would be successful, that they were special, and that they were the top dogs.

Victor sat deeper into the sofa, enjoying the warmth of the fire. He was feeling content for once. He was happy with what he accomplished, what fate had gifted him. He had a beautiful wife, and two gifted sons. A successful company that continued his high-class way of life, and every amenity he could ever dream of.

Suddenly, Victor heard a knock on the door. Snapping him out of his trance, he grunted, "Enter. And it better be important."

It was Genevieve. She had her flowing, ghostly nightgown on, as well as a worried, concerned expression. He thought he noticed the glint of a tear in the corner of her eyes.

"Victor?" She stepped in gingerly.

"What is it, dear?" His voice quickly changed its tone when he realized that his wife seemed to be troubled.

She didn't spare any time before holding out a white, plastic stick and announcement to go along with it. "I'm pregnant."

Victor was stunned. He was speechless, utterly speechless. His family was already perfect; they didn't need this child. His other sons were already eleven years old! They were done having a family; they discussed this and agreed to this an entire decade ago.

This child was a mistake, Victor thought angrily. And there was no room for mistakes in his family.

•

It was two whole weeks past the due date; it was already the first of August. The hot weather was not letting up, and the forecast predicted storms later that evening.

Genevieve sat in her rocking chair, gazing at the walls of the newly renovated nursery. She never thought she would need to use this room again. Resting her palms against her bulging stomach, she could feel her restless child. A little kick against her hand told her that he was vivacious and well, which relieved some of the anxiety she was feeling with the late due date.

She felt bitter sweetness about the whole ordeal. She hated how this child was so sudden, and that he would grow up alone. Slade and Jagger at least had each other for companionship. But on the other hand, Genevieve loved this baby as equally as the previous two. He was still a part of this family, even if he wasn't entirely planned.

"Mom…?" Slade opened the wooden door so he could poke his head through. She noticed that Jagger was right behind him.

"Come in." She replied softly.

The two boys walked in, and looked around. With the backdrop of the nursery, Genevieve forgot how much her two sons had grown. It felt eons ago that she held their tiny, warm bodies against her breast.

"The baby gets all new stuff?" Jagger spat. "I always got Slade's old clothes and toys." He crossed his skinny arms and glared at his older brother who gave him a narrowed gaze right back.

"You boys were babies a decade ago, of course I'm going to have all new things for this baby." Genevieve explained. "We sold your toys when you were too old for them."

Slade picked up a plush kitten from the wooden crib, and then looked back over his shoulder towards his mother. "Is it going to be a boy or a girl?"

Genevieve had wanted it to be a surprise. Victor hasn't talked about the matter, or at least, he avoided the topic when he could. So of course he never expressed a prediction of the new baby's sex. Personally, Genevieve hoped for a girl. "We don't know sweetheart, we have to wait until they come along."

"Well, they're taking their sweet time." Jagger tried to steal the plush away from Slade, who fought back.

"I want it!"

"No!"

The two brothers fought a tug-of-war over the plush, eventually ripping the arm off of it. Stuffing flew in the nursery like a snowstorm.

Genevieve rarely raised her voice, but her hormones were running wild and the two boys ruining the baby's toys threw her over the edge.

"OUT!" She shouted, pointing to the door.

"But mom—"

"I said OUT!" Genevieve repeated. The boys raced out of the door and into the hallway, where she could hear their conversation.

"Stupid baby." Slade growled.

"No one even wants it, that's what father told me." Jagger added with a scoff. "It's a dumb reject." After his blistering comment came a low roll of thunder, followed by the hissing of rain.

Genevieve sat back down in her rocking chair, rubbing her swollen belly. The sudden jumping and outrage at her sons was too much, and threw her into contractions.

She felt a quick kick, and another right after that.

The baby was coming.

With a painful groan, she called for the family maid to help her out to the room where she would eventually deliver her third child.

•

Genevieve held a small baby boy in her arms, and could hear its new cries ringing in her ears. The birth itself went smoothly, no hang-ups or severe problems. Which was all a sweet relief for the mother and father. Victor couldn't imagine losing his wife during the birth. Especially since it could have been prevented.

"Congrats on your new son," the doctor smiled sweetly. "He seems to be healthy, we'll do a check-up once you have some time alone to bond with him." With that, she left, closing the door on the Princeton couple.

Victor looked at his third son, who was curled up in his mother's arms. He was a little copy of Genevieve, with pale skin and raven-black hair that was spiked in all different directions. For a newborn, he had a full mop of hair, Victor noticed. The baby stopped crying when Genevieve held him closer, and he was able to feed.

The boy was noticeably smaller than his siblings when they were born. He was only 7 pounds, and 17 inches. A tiny little scrap. And that was with him missing his due date by two extra weeks. He definitely wasn't the strong and powerful image that Victor dreamed up for his family.

"What are we going to name him?" Genevieve glanced up and locked eyes with Victor. The baby stopped feeding and nuzzled closer to his mother with a little squeak.

"Whatever you want." Victor had no name planned for this child; after all, he really wanted nothing to do with him. He did his part with Slade and Jagger. "Whatever you want," he repeated under his breath and looked away, breaking the gaze between him and his wife.

There was a long pause of sustained silence, with only noise being the child's soft whimpers.

"Charles." Genevieve announced. "His name is Charles Victor Princeton. I'm going to give our child a meaningful name this time. He'll be named after your father… and you." As she explained the meaning, she snuggled her child up close, giving him a tiny kiss on his rosy cheek.

Victor narrowed his eyes. Of course she tried to guilt-trip him into being a part of this child's life by naming him after himself, and his father. He was barely there for Slade and Jagger; did she really think that he would be more of a presence this time around?

"Think of all the cute nicknames he will have!" Genevieve giggled, kissing Charles again. "I think Charlie would be cute, don't you think?" She looked up at her husband with wide, sparkling gray eyes.

"I, uh, think that works."

She then turned her attention to the baby. "What do you think? What does the wittle Charles think? Are you a Charlie?" She cooed. "I've heard of Chazz as well, maybe that would fit you better?"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"It's the maid, may I and the boys see the baby?" Ms. Bird, the Princeton family head maid, asked.

"Enter," Victor said.

A plump woman with gray hair pulled up into a messy bun led Slade and Jagger into the room. "Lets see the little one!" Her excited grin stretched from ear-to-ear.

"His name is Charles Victor Princeton," Genevieve told her proudly.

"I think his name should be Ugly," Jagger grumbled under his breath. Slade overheard the comment and laughed to himself.

Ms. Bird heard the jab as well and slapped both of them upside the head. "Shush! You two better be nice to your little brother, with such a huge age gap, you are going to be role models."

Slade and Jagger looked at each other with a look of disapproval across their contorted faces.

"What a beautiful little angel," Ms. Bird cooed, giving the baby a little wave. "Hello little Charles!"

Charles opened his eyes to see where the new voice was coming from. He gazed curiously at the rest of his family, tilting his head to get a better look.

"Can I hold him?" Slade reached out with his hands towards his baby brother.

"No, I want to!" Jagger shoved him aside.

"Boys! You both better calm down and act civilized if you want to hold him. We don't want you to drop the poor thing!" Ms. Bird scolded them harshly once again. "Now act your age if you want to be treated like it."

"We're sorry," the boys said in unison.

Genevieve patted the space on the bed beside her, indicating that the two could jump up and sit with her. "Now be gentle, he's very fragile, and hold his head like this," she demonstrated, "because he doesn't have developed neck muscles like you do."

Slade held Charles in his arms. "Hello, Charles." He said coldly. "I'm your biggest brother."

"And I'm your second biggest," Jagger piped up.

"I'm sure we'll get to know each other very well," Slade narrowed his eyes. Charles smiled in response, feeling a false sense of security that will soon vanish over time.