A/N: OMYGOSHBBQROFLWTF! FINALLY CHAPTER 9! Soooo sorry I've been like… dead for like… ever… but with school starting up along with a bunch of programs like the musical at my school and a bunch of after school clubs and just being to lazy to write… y'know. Hope you all like the SHORT chapter with Vincent's past w00!
~Roxy-chan
Sugar Coated School Year-9: Why You're the Way You Are
Rain pounded against the window sill, creating a mellow beat to the whirr of the furnace he sat in front of. At age four, she adopted him and all was perfect until she found "Mr. Perfect". Messy blond bangs shrouded his tear stained eyes. He remembers adopting her last name since he had none. He, now 10 years old, felt just as alone as ever sitting in front of the only thing between him and the harsh beating of chilling rain. That news crushed his every hope, dream, and fact he ever knew. Pregnancy. His only real mother was replacing him with a slobbery, screaming, putrid infant. In just an hour or two he would be thrown into the backseat of an old beat up pick up truck with his adoptive mother's cousin. It made the pit of his stomach twist and churn in the most uncomfortable way possible. His only security blanket was being ripped away from him violently. He would go from being the adopted son of Shirley Markus to the discarded child of Shirley and Damen Nightray. He decided not to take the new last name at risk of the pain that would surly follow, but he didn't want to keep Markus as his last name either. So he decided to take on the last name of his new guardian, Albert Rorikon. The truck pulled up shakily into the driveway outside the window, shaking uneasily as if it would simply collapse any moment from rust and age. A tall dark haired man stepped from the front door. One could describe him as burly or heavily built. Vincent, however, decided to describe him as simply creepy. Low, booming footsteps trailed down the hall, quickening the pounding in Vincent's chest. He fingered his bag, ready to jump up as soon as he was appointed to. A quiet patting of feet accompanied by light chatter soon replenished the hallway with life as light poured in the room from said hallway. Vincent winced as his "mother", 3 months pregnant, stepped calmly into the room, introducing the tall dark strange man standing next to her.
"This will be your new caretaker, Vincent, dear." Blond hair shifted slightly as the ten year old boy slightly shook his head. He stood before he could be scolded by this new "caretaker" and slung his single bag over his shoulder and walked up to his mother and glanced at her face, taking in the last look he could get. One more tear slid down his porcelain cheek before he squeezed his mother one last time. When the tall dark man yanked on the boy's hand, wrenching him away from the only mother he ever had, Vincent let a few more tears escape his red and yellow eyes. Upon being tossed in the backseat of the old, battered vehicle, one thought inhabited his clouded ten year old mind. If we ever cross paths again, I will make that kid's life hell. The engine whirred to life and they sped of into the cold darkness of the late night storm.
As he grew, Vincent was taught by his legal guardian, Albert Rorikon, that pedophilia was completely acceptable… physically. Only a year or so after he received his teaching degree, Vincent was overlooking his class list and took a double take when he came to the name Gilbert Nightray. At first he was only going to give the poor child F's on all of the assignments, no matter how smart he was, but that all changed the first day. Vincent was horrified to come to the realization that this boy, the one that ruined his happy life…. Was kind of cute. Shit…
A/N: ... whatdaya think? i know it's short... very short... but it's SOMETHING right? =D please don't kill me! I would be unable to write this apparently popular fanfiction without my life! so thank you kindly for waiting ever so patiently... or just giving up on me, which ever it is I dont know...
~Roxy-chan
