I know… this is a bit different for me. I LOVE mcr, so I kinda wanted to do a fanfic about them. This story was inspired by Welcome to the Black Parade, Girly. So, in this story, Vlad gets adopted by Gerard Way a few months after his parents die (because Nelly is unable to take care of him), and he goes on tour with them and to the concerts. It's kind of a twist in the series… I've never written anything that's so far off from the books, but I thought that it would be a nice change for me. Please Review after reading!

Gerard POV

I sighed, irritated with the ideas that the guys were coming up with.

"No, I don't want to get a kid from California!"

Frank interjected, "And why not? Why can't we just go downtown right now and get one from that Christian orphanage or whatever? What's your problem with that, Gerard?"

I shook my head at him, "I want to get a kid from a small town or something, so at least Cali would be exciting for him."

"Oh her," Mikey called from the couch.

"Yeah, yeah," I waved a hand in his direction, my eyes not leaving Frank's.

"So, if we do get a kid from a little hick town, which little hick town is it gonna be? This is America, guys. There are thousands of little hick towns to choose from." Ray said.

Mikey shrugged, "I guess its Gerard's choice on that one. He came up with this idea, anyway."

Frank raised an eyebrow at me, "So? Where's the kid coming from?"

I leaned back on the couch for a second, thinking. Someplace boring, a state that people don't really visit to go a vacation because there's nothing exciting there. "Kansas?"

"F—k, no. There's no way you're dragging me to Kansas." Frank said.

I sighed, "Michigan?"

Everyone paused, "That doesn't sound like such a bad place. I'd go there," Bob said from the couch, finally joining in on the conversation.

Frank just nodded and Ray shrugged. Mikey looked at me, "Well, then I guess we're going to Michigan."

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"May I help you?"

I didn't want to meet the woman's yellow eyes, so I stared at her nose instead, "Yeah, uh, I'm considering adoption, but I'm not really sure about how this whole process goes."

She raised a painted-on eyebrow at me, grabbing an envelope from a drawer in her desk. I tried hard not to touch her bony fingers while taking the packet, "What's this?"

She turned back to her computer, waving a hand at me, "Brochures and such. You know, to fill you in on everything. There's a chair in that corner, honey, and after you read everything you come tell me whether or not you're still willing to do this."

I glanced at the single chair in a corner, "Um, yeah. Okay,"

I sat down and skimmed through the brochures. Colourful and bright, they had pictures of kids playing with adults in front yards and in parks. Most of them said things like, 'Change a child's life for the better. Consider adoption.'

They had the benefits of adopting, like how amazing the chance would be for a child, all that stuff. One brochure was all about what I had to do in order to adopt.

I had to have a job and a respectable home.
'Check'

I could not have a criminal record.

'Check'

I had to have a college education.

'Check…again.'

After reading through most of the brochures, I went back up to the woman behind the desk. She peered up at me with her squinty yellow eyes, "Have you decided?"

"Yeah, I have," I said, dropping the packet back onto her desk, "I'm gonna adopt. Just tell me what I need to give you, cause I have it all here." I patted the side of my jacket, where a manila envelope sat within the inside pocket, holding everything about me- my birth certificate, list of jobs, and history.

She nodded and held her hand out. I gave her the packet. Silently flipping through, her eyes widened, "I see that you are an international… rock star."

I smirked, "Yeah, I guess."

"Do you play in a band?"

I nodded for her.

"And what band would this be?"

I noticed that her voice was very judge mental, "Uh, My Chemical Romance. It's cool though, none of the guys have criminal records. And we don't drink either, or do drugs. So it's a pretty safe environment for the kid."

She grunted, "Do any of you smoke?"

I shrugged, "Yeah, but not in the house. Only outside,"

"Mm hmm. Well, Mr. Way, I see that all of your affairs are in order. You have to criminal record on you, and I see that you make a lot of money. Where do you live?"

"California," I stated.

Her eyes widened, "Then what are you doing adopting a kid in Stokerton?"

I shrugged, "I thought it would be better to get a kid from out of state. You know, get him in a new environment. California would be exciting for him, I guess."

Her brows knit, "Uh huh…. I see that you'll be wanting a boy, then. I am correct?"

I smiled nervously, "Yeah. I would prefer that, actually."

"Well then, right this way, Mr. Way. I'll take you to see the children and you can tell me which one you would like to adopt."

I nodded.

She stood, the rest of her body was just as bony as her fingers, and she led me to double doors. I held it open for her, and we made our way inside.

Looking around, I saw kids playing checkers, talking, laughing. I saw a few girls having a hoola hoop competition. They were all wearing grey outfits, "What's with their clothes?"

"Those are their uniforms, Mr. Way."

"Oh… why grey, though? Why don't you let them pick their colours or something. I dunno… let them be more creative."

"It's easier to put them all in one colour, Mr. Way."

I shrugged, "Well whatever, then."

We walked through the isle, and I noticed a boy sitting in a far away corner. None of the other children paid attention to him, and he just sat, staring at his hands in his lap. I felt sorry for him, so I asked the woman,
"Hey, what's his name?"

She glanced over at him, "Vladimir Tod. He just joined us a few months ago, parents died in a house fire. He was the only survivor. And the woman who was going to take him was unable to because of personal problems. I don't know the details." She shrugged a bony shoulder.

I nodded, "How old is he?"

"Ten, I believe. He's a quiet one, likes to have his own space. He'll talk, but he won't come up to you by himself and start a conversation."

I nodded, "Can I talk to him?"

The woman sighed, "Yes, but make it quick please."

I walked over to him slowly. He didn't look up, but I could see his muscles tense, so he must have known I was approaching him.

"Hey,"

He glanced up at me shyly, "Hi,"

He had a small voice. It wasn't squeaky or high pitched or anything, but I could tell that he wasn't much of a talker.

"I'm Gerard. I noticed you sitting here, so I thought I'd come and talk to you."

Vladimir nodded. I sighed, "So why are you sitting here all by yourself?"

He shrugged, "I don't think the other kids like me. I don't want them to make fun of me so I come over here sometimes."

I felt a pain of pity in my chest, "Why would they make fun of you?"

"They tease me about my name and how pale I am."

I held my arm out next to his, "I'm just as pale as you are. Some people still make fun of me, even though I'm an adult."

Vladimir looked at our similar skin colours. He was still paler than me, but not by much.

I pulled my arm away, "And see, we even have the same hair colour."

For the first time, he looked at my face. My black hair fell in my eyes, too long and messy looking.

"And our eyes look alike," I pointed out.

His eyes were darker than mine, but they were nearly the same shade of brown.

"We have a lot in common," he whispered.

"Yeah. So, did you live in Stokerton before you came here?"

He shook his head, his hair whipping back and forth, "No. My house was like, two hours away from here. I live in Bathory."

I titled my head, "They don't have an orphanage there?"

He shook his head, "It's a really small town. All they have is a hospital and two schools." He held two fingers up for me.

"What about houses?"

"Well… yeah." He rolled his eyes. "Of course it has houses. I'm just talking about the big huge buildings like this one."

I laughed, "I know. I was just pulling your leg."

"Hey, Gerard. Are you here to adopt someone?"

I nodded, "Yup."

"Do… do you think you could adopt me? Please?" He looked back down into his lap.

I patted him on the back, smiling, "Yeah, yeah I think I'll adopt you. I like you, Vladimir."

He looked at me, "You can call me Vlad, you know."

"Okay, then. Vlad, I think I'll take…. you."

FIRST CHAPTER: DONE. Yay! Please (I beg of you) review this! I love you all.