AN: This story WILL NOT follow the original timeline. Just thought I should be clear on this.
CH.. 1 The Meeting
The car pulled up to the nervous looking young boy. The window slowly rolled down.
"Are you Daryl?"
The young boy was enchanted by the smooth voice. But he managed a small nod. He still couldn't see who had spoken to him, but whoever it was, it was not Iason Mink.
"Do you plan on standing there all day, or are you getting into the car?"
Daryl picked up his small bag of things and got into the car. Daryl closed the door, and got settled in. He could see that the guy had auburn hair. He couldn't see his face yet.
"So…you're the new kid then? You look awfully small to have come from another Blondie."
Daryl looked up and caught the deep brown eyes looking at him from the mirror. He felt something funny deep down inside of him.
"Y-yes. I don't come from another household. I had been sold through a catalogue."
The man sighed.
"It's, 'I didn't come from another household.' This is going to be one long month."
Daryl was puzzled. Who was this guy?
"What's your name?"
He asked shyly.
"Katze. I'm Iason Minks last furniture and your teacher for the next month."
"What do you mean teacher?"
"I have to teach you about the house you are entering. Iason might seem like an unconventional Blondie, but trust me, if you get him angry…"
Katze gently touched the side of his face. It had been nearly three months since that day. Although it was almost all healed, he could still feel the sting of the long letter opener as it was slashed across his face.
"Why?"
Katze smiled bitterly.
"You'll know soon enough."