A/N: So that nobody gets confused: This story takes place in another timeline just after TLO so the books after that didn't happen yet. XD I find it easier to do Kronos like that.

Any mistakes made, I'm truly sorry.

Please read and enjoy it. :3 Don't be afraid to review! ^-^

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. :3

EDIT: Feb. 4/13, changed hopefully most mistakes and added more sentences. Nothing major to the story though.

Act I: Beneath the Wings

That Person

Some doors are well closed and better to be that way.

Yet there is always that one person who will have the key to open that door.

It was midnight and snow lightly hailed down the city of New York. Everywhere lights brightly shines in the dark night, a few people and cars alive on the streets. Over the south horizon was a clash of deep flaming orange dominating the dark black sky. A new day will come soon enough but to him it was taking forever.

A young small boy huddles himself on the bench near a barely lit lamp post at the empty snow covered park. He didn't mind the darkness surrounding him or the eerie quietness. It has never hurt him but in fact, helped him whenever evil people want to harm him. He shivered slightly from the thought of those people catching him. They were rough, cruel and insane as a convict yet worse.

Monsters – that's what they were.

He didn't like them and wished to meet someone nicer, someone who can take care of him.

Someone to probably love him.

He smiled at the warm thought, eyes slowly closing. The boy felt so tired and sleepy all of the sudden as if his strength has been zap out of him. The cold was getting to him and the big pole of light wasn't helping. A small whimper escapes him as he couldn't fight to keep awake anymore. Perhaps that someone wasn't coming today. Finally giving in to sleep, he closed his eyes with a tiny smile on his face. The boy hopes to dream of a better life where he had a family and a nice home filled with food.

As his grip slowly loosens, his life slips away to the cold unknowingly.

Secrets inside that hide so deep.

There is always that one person to find it all.

The man stares at the boy inside his slim, black Porsche at the backseat as if he couldn't believe he was there. Yet the small kid who was cuddling within the huge black winter jacket proved otherwise. He had given the jacket to the kid after seeing he was still cold and shivering even inside his car. It didn't really bother him that he only wore his dark grey shirt with a logo of Bench in front, dark black jeans and his trusty old brown winter boots. After all, he barely felt the cold.

The man sighs remembering how he stumbled upon the kid thinking he already died from the cold but when he came closer, the boy was just sleeping. What possessed him to take the small boy to his car and drive 2 hours back to his home, he didn't know. He did wonder why the parents let him out this late without anything but a thin layered red long sleeved shirt and faded jeans with two pairs of battered blue running shoes. Either his heartless parents left him there to die or he was an orphan. The man didn't want to think of the latter. He sighed tiredly putting his head on the steering wheel deflated.

Numerous scenarios came rushing into his head of what could happen.

He did not like any of them.

They were underneath his apartment building, precisely the parking lot. His building was big considering it had twenty floors and the bachelor room offered to him was as huge as a one bedroom space. It didn't surprise him when the landlord said he had to pay for some extra fees. It turns out his room was the only bachelor to be that big.

He looked at the boy again sleeping soundlessly at the back. The man hadn't move since they arrived here ten minutes ago. The question of whether he should dump him back at the park in the morning or go to the police station raged on his mind. He snorted at the second idea feeling ridiculous to even think about it.

"Yeah, I'm definitely going soft." He mumbled to himself.

The man looked over the head view mirror staring at his reflection. His eyes are strangely very light brown with a mixture of slight yellow that makes it bright. It was the reason why people are always bothering him. He had made up plenty of excuses, reasons and probably threats if they annoyed him whenever they ask about it. He was sure curiosity will definitely kill a lot of people, especially humans. His medium cut hair was a soft hue of black contrasting his light colored eyes. He had a face of a twenty-five year old man, some bags under his eyes, and high cheeks bones with a handsome structure. Overall, he thinks he's pretty blessed he looks good despite his real age.

A frown played across his face as the questions about what to do with the boy filtered again in his head. Leaving the boy to die was fine for him. He didn't care if he sounds heartless. He is heartless!

So why can't he move his body and do it?

He couldn't have gotten that soft, right?

….Right?

The man groans realizing he can't rid of this boy. He just…can't. Looking over to where the boy was sleeping, the man nods making his decision. The kid is probably no younger than 8 years, small for his age and easy to carry. The boy's hair was like his own, only the color was as dark as the shadows. The skin was abnormally pale probably because of the cold. At least, it looks like he's gaining colors now. With a sigh, he got out of the car and opened the door to the back then slowly and carefully picked up the kid like a baby. He grunted in surprise seeing how light the boy was. It was like carrying a balloon sofa! After securing the car, he walked towards the elevator, pressing a button to the tenth floor and hopeful no one would see him.

He had enough problems for one day.

That one person may change everything.

For better or for worse.