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2 years later

The crimson eyed boy sat curled up in the corner of his room crying into one of the tails of his white scarf. In the past two years his life had changed drastically. The once happy and care free child had changed into an emotionally fragile mess afraid to even voice his opinion for fear of being struck.

His only reminders of the boy he once was were the three possessions he had managed to keep from his grandfather; the blue face paint his father had given him for Christmas the year before he died, the white scarf from his mother on his birthday and his most treasured possession the one he would trade the others in for in a heartbeat, dranzer the red phoenix who comforted him through everything his grandfather put him through. The only thing he had who hadn't left him or hurt him. The crimson eyed boy pulled his knees closer to himself whimpering as the cuts on his stomach and legs pulled breaking and starting to bleed again.

"Boy, come down" his grandfather's voice boomed through the mansion startling the crying child, despite his body's protests he forced himself up knowing the consequences of not doing what he was ordered to would be worse than the pain he was experiencing at the moment.

Creeping down the stairs he kept his eyes on the floor not wanting to give his grandfather any reason to hit him. As he reached the bottom step his eyes caught sight of a second shadow and despite the nauseous feeling in his gut he looked up to see a man stood next to his grandfather. Slightly taller than him with purple hair and black goggles on, the lenses blood red

"This is Boris you're going with him. Get your things and go" no pleasantry's were shared between the two just the cold hard facts. Sniffing and trying to stop the new tears that threatened to spill over his lashes he nodded before running up the stairs to get away from the two men.

Packing the few possessions he had into his duffel bag he kept rubbing his already red eyes making his skin match his irises. He couldn't understand why he was so upset he was finally leaving a man who haunted his dreams at night and made him fear walking around in his own home. The only reason he could think of was that he was being rejected by his last remaining family.

"Hurry up boy" a fist slammed on his door making the already shaking boy jump and whimper as his tears kept coming. He couldn't explain it but something about this Boris person made him uneasy, like it would actually be safer to stay with his grandfather!

"I'm c-coming grandfather" the small boy stuttered swinging the bag over his shoulder throwing himself off balance forcing himself to catch himself using the bed and placing pressure on his bruised and throbbing arm. Hissing in pain he regained his balance. Cradling his sore arm and rubbing his eyes for the hundredth time he made his way to the door. Opening it he stared up at the looming figure of his grandfather

"Finally. Now follow me" he led the still teary boy back down the stairs and despite himself he couldn't stop his hand from grabbing his grandfather's hand. It was probably stupid to do so but he wanted to remember his grandfather's touch when it wasn't causing him pain, the scowl he received usually would have made him remove his hand but today he wanted to create one memory that didn't make him shake and cry in fear "pathetic boy" his grandfather chastised but he didn't snatch his hand away. Shoving the crimson eyed boy towards the purple haired man the boy's grandfather nodded his goodbye before leaving them alone

"Don't look so scared, I'm sure you'll remember your stay at my abbey for a long time" the purple haired man smiled in a way that tried to look genuine but came out as a smirk. Placing his hand on the small back of the 6 year old he guided the crimson eyed boy out to the black limo that he had arrived in.