Hey! Few little notes here;
-New story, of course. Shall be focusing on this one as much as possible. I swear I'll do my best to keep my promise this time. I have the whole plot planned out from start to finish.
-Gijinka story, obviously, did you not read the description
-Rating is subject to change, especially later on, where is most definitely will become M rated, you have been warned
-I've had a few, uh... influences for this story (coughDoceoPerceptocough) but I swear I am not attempting to copy, only to put this idea into words. I actually had a dream featuring the main plot of this story. And we all know how well my dream stories go... -looks at other fanfiction I've left lying in the dust-
Aaaanyway, I hope you enjoy this. No more author's notes after this, excluding possible updates.

Chapter One

The Dame Kodomo Orphanage was an orphanage in some unknown part of the northern hemisphere, which used to, in fact, be a castle of some sort. The place had been well renovated from its old, broken state, and was definitely more grand and luxurious than any other orphanage in the country.

It had many rooms, including a clock tower, a large dining area, and many, many bedrooms, as well as large, mazelike hallways connecting them all. The clock tower was, unfortunately, too dangerous to fix, and was therefore off limits.

The orphanage was the temporary home for over a hundred orphans from the ages of two up to seventeen.

All of these of these children were actually rather special, but one was particularly so. And you shall find out why...

"Um, hey, Marx...!"

Marx looked up from his book at the girl who had called his name, eyes narrowed in annoyance.

The boy was about twelve years of age, with fluffy lilac hair and vibrant purple eyes... And a rather of fashion sense. However, he somehow managed to make a red and blue jester hat go with well a violet shawl, and managed to look quite good in black tights and leather boots.

He was currently curled up in a large, red armchair, practically sinking into its soft cushions. He had been rather absorbed in his novel, and needless to say, having his concentration broken was not appreciated.

"... Mel, is it?" This wouldn't been the first time this girl had come into his room unannounced. The first time had been due to trying to hide from her friends while playing a game.

Mel nodded, pushing her glasses up her nose a bit. She looked a little nervous. "Um... If it's alright, Mister Marx, a friend of mine told me that you have a collection of books, and I was wondering-"

"If you could borrow one?" Marx finished for her, closing his book. His voice was laced with slight annoyance, and he licked his teeth as he waited for a response. If one looked closely, they might've seen fangs where the canines should have been.

Mel hesitated a bit. Firstly, she had not been expecting to be interrupted. It wasn't a thing people usually did to eight year olds. Secondly, she knew Marx's eyes were focused directly on her, and it stunned her as to how he could look so threatening without even lifting a finger or saying anything remotely threatening. Thirdly... She had noticed the fangs.

She self-consciously grabbed the end of her curly, brown hair, stroking it nervously, looking down at her feet. "U-um... Y-yes, please! -I-if that's alright with you, of course...!"

Marx paused, silent. His eyes were slightly unfocused, as if watching space. He seemed to be thinking... or was just zoned out.

... And then he snapped out of it. "I think I know just the book for you." He got up, placing his book on the side of his armchair. He gently went up to Mel and took her hand, leading her to the bookshelf.

The bookshelf had a large assortment of books. He had obtained each one from the owner of the orphanage; Lady Drawcia. She had noticed his love for books from a young age, and almost every single month she had a new one for him. Made up for the lack of birthday presents, since he didn't really have a birthday. Or at least, it wasn't celebrated.

Mel looked up at the books in awe. "Woah... You have so many!"

Marx couldn't help but smile a bit, putting his hand together, fingers entwined. "Indeed, I do. I've been collecting them since I was nine."

He had so many books there... Comedy, romance, drama, science fiction and mystery novels; graphic novels, comic strips, and even a few informative books.

Mel studied them, brown eyes sparkling. She reached for an interesting looking one, but Marx verbally scolded her.

"No, not that one. Trust me. I think you'll really enjoy this one, instead." He got on his tip-toes, grabbing a novel from the top shelf, before handing it to the younger child.

Mel cautiously took the book from Marx's gloved hands, looking at its cover. "...'Harry Potter'...?" She read aloud, adjusting her glasses.

"A classic." Marx smiled, sitting back down. He had a sort of twinkle in his eyes... "It was the first book Drawcia gave to me. Be careful with it, okay?"

Mel hesitated, but then soon nodded, holding the book close to her chest. "Alright! Terima kasih, Mister Marx!" She bowed lightly, before quickly making her way out of the room.

Marx sighed once the other had left. All the other children were playing outside, and here he was, sitting inside and letting little kids borrow his books...

He paused a bit, looking around the room. He didn't really feel like reading anymore, and he was feeling a little stiff, so surely a little walk around the castle would do him good. And since most people were outside and the ones who were inside were usually only the ones who gossiped, he could easily avoid having to socialise.

He had decided. He stepped out of the room, walking down the corridor, not knowing exactly where he was going, but knowing where he was nonetheless. He knew what would happen depending on what he did.

But no matter what, he could not predict being roughly shoved by a large person through an open bathroom door.