This story is going to be a long one. So hold tight. Also, this will eventually turn into Hero's Cuties Yaoi so if you do NOT like this version of Hero's Cuties then please close this story and check out some of the other Hero's Cuties stories. I use my OC Millie (From Dynamite Disaster) in this story as Thomas's daughter and Felix's new student in pre-k. Felix teaches both pre-k and Kindergarten but you'll have to read to find out more.

Rating: 'K+', will be 'T' for some chapters.

Pairings: Hero's Cuties Yaoi (FelixX'MALE!'Calhoun)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything/one that you guys might and or do recognize. I cannot stress that enough.

Prologue

Thomas tapped on the steering wheel of his black car with his thumbs almost impatiently. It was three thirty and there were barley any cars left in the car loop. Every other kid was gone besides one or two. But Millie wasn't there yet. Letting out an exhausted breath, Thomas leaned back only a little in the drivers seat.

Looking out of the car door window, he finally saw his four year old daughter walking down the hallway alone. Thomas smiled grateful that Millie at least made it to the car safely on the first day of school.

Unbuckling his seat belt and opening the car door, Thomas greeted his tired, yet always happy, daughter.

"Hey kiddo. How was your first day?"

Millie smiled up at her father. "Great! I didn't make many friends though. I mean, I tried. Oh! But I did meet this one girl! I think that her names Vanellope Reilly or something. But she's rel nice...to me that is."

Thomas chuckled. "That's great, kid. So you did good? How's your teacher?" He started the car back up and listened in complete amusement as Millie went on about her day. "Ooh, Mr. Fixton is awesome! I think you'll like him. He's super nice." The way that the four year old made her teacher sound made Thomas kind of suspicious. He never did trust anyone. Or anything. But he guessed that he had to take his daughter's word for it.

"Well that's good. I'm glad you had a good day, Mil." With that, they left the school and drove back to their apartment building.

Once they got into their apartment, which was on the second floor out of seven, Millie climbed onto a dinning room chair and opened her back pack; emptying the remaining contents. Thomas sat next to her and helped his daughter sort out the papers. He noticed one that almost immediately caught his eye. Reading the paper, Thomas rolled his eyes.

Some stupid 'meet the teachers' event or something. Like he'd want to meet someone who would lie and tell him, "Oh! Your daughter is absolutely fantastic! She's such a joy to have!" He knew better. Once they said that to one person's kid then they'd say it over and over again that those words would become imprinted into their minds and every kid that walked in that place would get the same exact definition which would then be given to their parents. That's just how they did things. It was actually pretty stupid if you asked Thomas.

"We're going daddy." Was Millie's blunt response to her father's thinking.

Millie was born with some sort of a 'gift' that Thomas caught onto pretty early on in her childhood. And being only four made the young girl that much more interesting. Well, to Thomas and everyone else who had met her.

Thomas only chuckled and ruffled his daughters hair. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Now come on. Go and take a shower. When you get out we can do whatever you want, okay?" This made the little girl grin and bound off of her chair straight into her room. Thomas smiled.

Being twenty four and a single father, he learned how to take control of usually out of hand situations. And that meant that he could handle raising his daughter by himself. The girl that he was with left him right after high school only to have him take care of the young girl all by himself. He didn't mind though. He liked taking care of Millie. Because he knew that if he wasn't here for her, then she'd probably be in foster care or something awful like that. And that is the last thing that Thomas ever wanted. Millie was, is and always will be his pride and joy. No one else could ever take her place and he'd never want anyone or thing to.

But maybe that wasn't always a good thing...

Felix sighed and smiled as he left his classroom and switched the lights off.

Today was a great day and he couldn't be happier. But he really wanted to know why a certain little girl in his class, Millie Calhoun, acted the way she did. She seemed so...distant from the other children in her class. Not that that was particularly a bad thing; he just never encountered such a thing before. Every single child that was in his classes were so gregarious and active.

But Millie? Well, that young girl was a whole different story. She was a quiet little thing that seemed to keep to herself. Defiantly not the type of kid that was oh so eager to meet new people and make new friends. Was she troubled? Do her parents pay any attention to her? Do they brainwash her to think that every other human being in existence is awful?

Questions aside, Felix walked down the hallway and out the front doors to the school. However, one question remained on his mind. Why did Millie's last name sound so familiar? Calhoun. It rang a bell but apparently not loud enough for Felix to remember. Oh well. Walking up to his truck, Felix started it and made his way home.

Upon arriving, he noticed that his older brother by two years, Ralph, was already home with his daughter Vanellope. Who was only nine years old and in the third grade. Vanellope was bullied up until a year ago so she has some trouble with making new friends but once you get to know the vivacious and always on a sugar high nine year old, you love her. No doubt is she amazing. Though not at first sight to a lot of people.

Ralph was the same way in school. But like Vanellope, he took control of the situation early on and made some pretty great friends.

"Hi Uncle Felix!" Vanellope greeted Felix in her normal high pitched voice. Felix chuckled. "Hey, princess. And how was your first day in the third grade?"

Vanellope shrugged. "Can't complain. It was awesome!" Her wide toothy grin indicated that she wasn't lying at all. Every word that escaped her mouth was one hundred percent true. Felix chuckled and walked past where Vanellope was sitting in the dining room. Ralph was just walking out of the kitchen with some cookies when Felix walked by. They both just stood there for a moment before Felix slowly smirked. Ralph, looking embarrassed, started to stutter an explanation.

"Vanellope wanted some cookies."

Felix rolled his eyes and shoved Ralph playfully. "Uh-huh. I'm sure that's exactly what you're doing." Squinting annoyed at his younger brother, Ralph walked right passed Felix into the dining room only to mutter a, "Shut up" under his breath. He set the cookies next to Vanellope while she was drawing some sort of picture. She took one and handed one to her dad. "Thank's stinkbrain. Love you." Smiling, Ralph kissed Vanellope's head. "Love you too, kid."

Felix smiled at the two. He had them as his family and only family. What could be better?

But maybe that wasn't always a good thing...

And that concludes the prologue. Hope you guys are interested and want to keep reading.