I walked over slowly to the young blonde. He was completely absorbed in his work, a painting of a beautiful woman with long black hair. The secretary kneeled down next to him and put a arm on his hand. He jumped and looked at her.

"Oh. I didn't hear you come in. I was..." He looked back at the painting, I couldn't see his face from here but I could tell he was crying. She gently stroked him and and smiled . "It's okay to be sad, I know you miss her a lot." He nodded and looked back at the painting, I still couldn't see his face. I struggled to remember his mother, almost all the photos where burned so we knew next to nothing about his family. Was this her? Suddenly he span around and was looking at me with his green eyes. Green? The boy I was looking for eyes where a goldenly glow, not green. This boy had a scar along his nose and big eyebrows. It, It wasn't him. "Hello?" He looked scared, the woman looked at me as well and I realised I was making a horrid face. I smiled and walked over. Unsurprisingly he tried to shuffle away.

"It's okay honey, he was looking for a boy. He met him... four years ago was it?" I nodded unable to speak. How stupid was I, expecting to find him on my first attempt! I would be lucky if I ever found him. "He is a fireman see, and he is looking for a boy he saved. Did you ever get in a fire?" She was being kind but he could see the question scared him. He looked me straight int he eyes and coughed.

"No. I have no idea who he is. Goodbye." He began painting again, ignoring the woman who tried again to catch his attention. "Thank you for talking to me, I really do like your painting." He frowned at my words, but carried painting. Leaving the room the woman sighed.

"Sorry about that. He is shy to attention, especially with males. We know he was abused by his farther at one point, but the rest is unknown until we receive his papers. Do you think that might of been him?" I looked at her sweet face, she obviously wished he was, and truthfully I did as well. He needed a nice home. It looked like he had a tough time but he still wasn't who I was after.

"Sorry. I don't think it is, the boy I am looking for had golden eyes." There was a moment of awkward silence. "Ah. I see, well no problem. I don't think we have anyone else like that through here then. Sorry. Is that all you came here for?" She looked hopefully sad, she already knew the answer. Shaking my head she showed me the way back downstairs. The child was gone, and the hallway empty of people. Walking away with the building I waved at the woman, she gave a bittersweet wave back. Sighing I climbed into the car and crossed this orphanage off the map.

Fucking hell. How many times would he have to do this! There where only a few more places left on his map. No one had heard of him at all. He found many that might of looked like him to other people. But they where wrong, they where nothing like the boy he was looking for. Their eyes where different, the hair, the expression, their hearts. He opened the bag and slowly felt the whiskey, oh how he wanted it. This day was bad enough but if he failed and did not find him. No. He would find him. Gradually he let the small bottle slip out of his hands into the bag. He grabbed the map tried to find the next spot, this one was right out there in the countryside. Apparently a good place for loonys he really hoped he wasn't in there. He didn't deserve that at all and if he was it would make adoption harder to go through.

Pulling up into the drive I saw the shattered windows and broken bottles. The whole place was a dump, and reeked of rot. I walked up the steps towards the front to see teenagers snorting something around the corner. Seeing me they stuck their fingers up and sniggered, please say he was not in this dump.

Walking up to the desk a spotty teenage girl yelled for someone in the back.

"Merrline! MERRLINE! WE GOT SOME GUY HERE!" The woman, who he assumed was Merrline came out and wacked her over the head with her newspaper. "I heard you the first time. No need to scream!" She looked him over and grinned. She was tubby and reeked of drugs and booze. "What can I do you for? Want to rent out one of our girls or me?" She let her hands rub down her bulging body. I felt sick, what kind of orphanage is this! Coughing he shook his head.

"I came in search of a boy." Nodding she pulled her bra up. "Into boys, I getcha. What you after big or small?" I almost choked, slamming my hand down on the desk I glared into her grey eyes. They where blood shot and barely viewable over her giant unibrow. "I want to adopt him." She straightened up a bit and took the paper from my hands. As she read she lit a cigarette, puffing out she nodded. "We got one like him. A bit on the small side. You can have him. He is a pain in the ass and never takes on our clients." Shaking her head she walked out from behind the desk giving me a full view of her stumpy legs which had been crammed into fishnet stockings. She wove her hand towards a door on my right and hobbled in.

We where in what looked like a living room. The sofa's where trashed and the stuffing was coming out. The tv was outdated and cracked, there was no carpet on the floor. Other then me and Merrline there was no one there. She walked right over to a cobard door and pulled a boy out from inside. He was small with golden hair and when he looked up golden eyes. Gasping I saw his grimy face, covered in cuts and bruises and mud marks. One looking a lot like a boot print. His closes where baggy and ripped and I watched as he tried to kick away from us.

"You sorry yet?" Murrline pulled his hair and breathed out smoke into his face. "Been in there a good hour now. He was caught trying to escape." Shaking her head she threw the boy towards me. He slipped over the rubbish and we both landed on the floor. Jumping up he spat in her direction.

"Normally I would shove you right back in there but he want you." His eyes shot wide open and he span around to glare at me. "No. Not that way, at least not now. He wants to take you home. Ya got your freedom back." She walked away leaving us alone, I stood up and offered my hand. He spat on it.

"Bugger off. Your not gonna have me. I would rather rot then become some bastards sex slave!" I jumped away at those words. What the hell, how long had he been in this dump? It seemed like he hadn't given himself up yet but they had been trying.

"What is your name?" I spoke softly, I didn't want to upset him but it had the opposite effect. "Fuck off man! You perv don't speak to me that way!" He backed away from me throwing down a already broken table between us. "No way am I like gonna tell you!" Sighing I sat on the edge of a manky sofa and held my hands up in a surrender.

"I am not here to have sex with you nor would I ever want to." I shuddered at the thought. "I was wondering did you ever get into a fire... Four years ago today?" He stopped trying to back away and stared at me. I saw his eyes change to fear. "No. No no no no!" He shook his head and covered up his ears. "No. No. No! Go away!" I walked over to him and took his hands away. He looked up as the tears rolled down his cheeks. "You... Your him. The guy who threw me out of the window." His arms darted out and he pulled himself towards me chest. He was crying still and mumbling into my chest. I hugged him back and he pulled away.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." All I could see where those golden eyes, framed with tears and longing for love.

"Come on, you are coming home with me."

We walked out of the building hand in hand, passing a amused Merriline. We walked down the steps ignoring the teens who tried to get our attention. I pulled him into my car and buckled him up tightly. His hand found mine on the clasp and I saw he was smiling. Smiling at me.

New chapter! Thanks so much for the reviews and faves! I am sorry this chapter is shorter, I will try to update again soon! Really sorry if this came up twice for anyone I had problems uploading. Anyway the full story and a link to the site as well. :3

My parents and little sister died in the fire. One month ago, exactly 4 years after the fire, a young man came to visit me in the orphanage.

It was the fireman that saved me. He had been looking for me all these years, because he wanted to adopt me.

Now I have a father again. Roy, your LGMH.

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