Ello' Chick-a-dees I have a treat for you, a bonus chapter that wasn't featured in the original Familiar fanfic. Before that though let me give a special thanks to my reviewers: loyal reader, WwLOLwW, ZestyPeriwinkle, and theAwesomePurssia17 As well as everyone that favorited this story. I was practically beaming from the responses for just the 1st chapter. Thank you all so much! And now without further ado...enjoy~

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Prologue (2)

Brown knee high boots clacked angrily against the floor and a long double breasted navy coat flared behind a tall brown-haired man as he stomped away from the office room, wishing that the last 15 minutes did not just happen. He approached the elevator located at the far side of the reception area and pressed the down arrow button 5 too many times, but needing to let out his frustration someway. When the elevator doors finally slide open, he entered and repeated the same process for the ground floor button. As the doors closed leaving his alone with his thoughts, he leaned against the reflective back wall and crossed his arms with a huff. Eyelids closed to hide violet orbs from view as the man thought about the ridiculous words that spewed from his boss's mouth not moments before. Hire a live-in bodyguard for him? So what if he got a few death threats in his fan mail?

Roderich Edelstein was a classical musician contracted to Gentosha Inc. He was mainly a pianist, but also dabbled with the violin from time to time. He was well known around the world for his ballads, but more than that it was the mystery that surrounded the violet-eyed man. There were no records of the man before he came into the music business, no pictures, and as far as everyone knew no relatives either. It's not so much as it's all a secret, but that there were none in the first place with him being adopted into a family who could not bear children and was home-schooled. His adopted parents died in a house fire a few years later, the fire consuming all of his adoption papers as well. In his parents will it was stated that he was sole owner of their summer estate and all it's possessions, which just so happen to include a grand piano as well as a few other instruments.

And thus his career as a professional pianist began at the young age of 22 with his first ballad Mourning Heart, a tale of his losses. Not that the press knew anything about that. Oh no, Roderich liked his privacy very much. That's also why he chose not to reveal his face to the public when his debut album came out. It was his only requirement for signing with Gentosha Inc, that his identity be kept secret. Surprisingly not only did the company agree, but the loved the mystery angle it provided. The idea of using a smoke and screen to create his silhouette for concerts was the idea of his boss, Mathias Køhler. The man did love dramatics, but that suited Roderich just fine since he hated people, especially nosy paparazzi, disrupting his peaceful life.

Which brings to light why he's cursing his boss for hiring someone who's going to be invading his personal space as a live-in bodyguard. Someone who would be with him 24/7 and even worse, someone who knew what he looked like and could put the face to the name the whole world knew. And that thought terrified him. He was so used to being a shadowy figure, a mysterious celebrity. Only his most trusted staff would actually see him face to face, and even then they were forced to sign a nondisclosure agreement. He could count on two hands how many people knew his name and face, and now some stranger he doesn't have the first clue about will be included in that list as well? Oh how he was dreading the day.

He reached the ground floor and strode out of the lobby with his head held high. His driver, Mark, was already behind the wheel reading a magazine. The black haired man looked up when he heard the clacking of Roderich's boots on the concrete ground. When he saw his boss, Mark quickly tossed the magazine away and jumped out of the car, a inconspicuous black sedan.

"My apologies, Sir. I didn't expect you out so soon," he said bowing slightly before opening the back door for Roderich.

"That's alright, I left a bit early," the musician replied, barely hiding the annoyance in his tone. Mark noticed this as he closed the back door, but said nothing until he was behind the driver's seat once more and they were pulling away from the tall steel and glass Gentosha Inc building.

"Køhler again?" Mark said, familiarity appearing once they were out of the public's eye. The pianist always said he didn't have any friends and that's somewhat true. He had coworkers, employees, and associates, however, Mark would have to be the closest to earn the title of a friend. The man had been working for Roderich for 2 going on 3 years now since the start of the musician's career, and had become a sort of confident...or well actually someone he could vent to. Mark didn't mind being a living diary, in fact he enjoyed the verbal conversations the two shared. The violet-eyed man was quite the intellectual.

Roderich snorted in response. "Of course. You wouldn't believe what he pushed on me this time."

"I can't wait to hear it," the other replied, amusement leaking from his words.

"A live-in bodyguard."

Mark had to stifle his laughter at the pout he could her in his boss's tone. "I don't see a problem with that."

"The hell you don't. You know how I feel about my privacy."

"Yes, but I also know that there's someone sending you multiple death threats in your fan mail," Mark countered.

"Oh please, it's just this one maniac who is claiming my music caused his wife to divorce him. His letters say that he found her many times masturbating to my music, and when she left she claimed he never made her feel loved the way my music did." Roderich rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Maybe if he was better in bed, he wouldn't had that problem," he muttered the last part, but Mark heard it anyway and didn't even bother to hide his laughter.

"I can fire you , you know." The musician didn't find anything funny.

"But then you'd have to hire another driver and then you'd have another stranger invading your privacy."

"...I hate that you're the voice of reason." Mark said nothing, but Roderich could see the self-satisfied smirk in the rearview mirror, and it caused his lips to raise into a smile as well albeit reluctantly.

The rest of the ride to his estate was silent, except for the radio playing softly. When they arrived at the gate, the head of his security asked for Mark's identity verification, but it was just to go through the motions. Everyone knew the amiable driver. Finally they reached the 10 car garage that housed the limos and more flashy cars that only Roderich was allowed to drive. Mark once again hopped out of the car to open the back door. Roderich exited the vehicle with regal grace and was about to retire into his home when his driver stopped him.

"Seriously," Mark said, the playful banter gone. "Until this situation is figured out, having someone who's always there to protect you is for the best." Let no one say that Roderich Edelstein wasn't well loved by his staff. Roderich allowed a small smile to grace his features at the concern in the other's voice.

"It's not like I have a choice in the matter, but I'll at least try to be somewhat nice," he promised with sincerity.

"And Hell just froze over!" Mark exclaimed with a wide smile.

Roderich snorted and shoved the other's shoulder. "Har har," he said, starting to walk away. "Goodnight, Mark."

"Goodnight, Roddy."

Upon entering the house, his butler greeted him politely and informed him that dinner would be soon. Roderich nodded, thanking him but before he could change into more comfortable clothing his butler stopped him once more and handed him a large manila envelope. The pianist raised an eyebrow at the 'Don't throw me away' written on a post-it note. And then rolled his eyes at the 'I mean it -Mathias' right underneath. He took the folder and thanked his butler once more before climbing the winding staircase to his master bedroom. Roderich sat the envelope on his dresser and pulled out a white dress shirt and black slacks to change into, the most casual the classical musician would allow himself to be.

Finally comfortable he sat on his bed and pulled the envelope closer to him. Opening it, he was surprised to find a folder with another post-it note. This one had 'I thought you might want this' written on it. Roderich opened the folder and resisted the urge to smile, instead rolling his violet eyes once more. As much as he said he hated his boss, MathaisKøhler (the insufferable Dane)was a good man who understood the browned haired man well. Inside the folder was a profile. Specifically a profile on his new live-in bodyguard. The very first page was a glossy photo of a blonde haired man, but the thing that stood out the most was the deep green eyes staring back at him. Something in Roderich sparked in the back of his mind, a sense of...familiarity? He pushed it away with a shake of his head and flipped the photo over so he could see the next page. It was a short bio, including his specialties.

"Vash Zwingli," he mussed reading the name typed on the page, trying out the name on his lips. The musician then settled back into his soft pillows and began to read, soon getting lost in the words of the high level IPA agent who would be soon protecting him. Other pages included past assignments, not going into too much detail of course, but interesting all the same. He didn't even pause until his butler knocked on his door to inform him of dinner.

Later that night...

After dinner and fiddling with his violin for a hour the musician trekked back up the winding staircase to his master bedroom. He stripped down to his underwear and slipped between the soft sheets. Pillows surrounded his head giving him the feeling of laying on a cloud, but he couldn't fall asleep just yet. His mind raced with too many thoughts of the next day, when he would meet his so called live-in bodyguard.

Hope you like the addition, Chick-a-dees. I thought people might want to know Roderich's take on the situation. As for those of you who are new and are confused about the smoke and screen silhouette fact that was mentioned, do not fear for it will be explained more in the next chapter.

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