A/N Hello everybody! Sorry for the delay, got too caught up in school. Super short chapter, just a bit of back story.

Anything going on right now? Well I am trying (keyword: trying) to play the guitar. Only started 4 days ago, nothing much. After digging around I found the chords for Sacrifice!

Just to mention I can't even play any chords yet but in about 30 minutes I learned to play the little melody near the end of the song. Also been working on a NEW SUPER SECRET PROJECT. Don't expect it so soon, probably even next year if I'm lazy.

Still trying to find a new title/summary for the story. I suck at titles/summaries so if you guys could help then I appreciate it.


Roman sighs heavily, his over-sized hat covered most of his face. He sits grasping tightly at the cane he just recovered. The graveyard is silent, not a soul to be seen. Only Roman sits at the foot of a dug up grave. The skeleton of his father protruding from the soil.

Roman, a 12 years old had shoplifted, robbed and stolen but digging up his father's grave was a crime far worse than any of those things. The residents of Vale has a belief that when the aura of a person leaves, their body shall be left alone. Not that Roman cared.

This was his father's property, by law it is his now. The family members that attended Senior Torchwick's funeral had no right to bury his belongings. It was his now.

The hat that he wore was his father's as well but now it was his. Because everything was his.

At 12 years old he was a greedy young adult, only the gains of his own was on his mind. Even resorting to rob his own father's grave was beneath the worst he could do.

And yet the spoilt child stared at his father's grave, an unusual feeling inside him. He felt this way before and he hated it.

Roman finally stands up, the cane by his side. He begins to make his departure when a certain thing makes its appearance.

A small white and black corgi stands in front of him, tail wagging. Tongue sticking out it approaches Roman who is mentally berating himself.

"How did I let a mutt sneak up on me?" Roman mutters to himself, shaking his head. The dog, not noticing Roman's inner conflict, tilts its head and whines at the boy.

"This isn't good for my image," he continues. The dog, having enough of being ignored, barks twice at the boy. Roman stumbles back and glares at the mutt.

Said mutt was giving the future criminal his signature move, his puppy eyes. Roman sighs again and kneels down to give it a closer look. The dog was obviously male and most likely homeless evident by the bony figure that reminded him a lot about his father's skeleton that lay behind him.

"Hungry huh?" Roman remarks. The dog whines even louder.

"Sorry pup, haven't got any food on me," he says. The dog begins to pout, huffing.

"You haven't got a home don't you?" Roman spoke. "Me neither," he says sadly.

"All my folks kicked me out." Roman reaches out his hand. To his surprise, the dog accepts it, moving forward to feel Roman's touch.

"Said they couldn't handle my criminal activities," he shakes his head chuckling. "What a load of crap."

Roman looks at the dog, adding even more emotions to the whirlpool he has inside. The dog seems to sense his turmoil and waits for him to continue.

"I could bring you with me," he mumbles. The dog perks up at the news. Roman has this look of doubt then sighs. "But I can't."

The dog deflates, his ears drooping. Roman looks down, "I'm sure that another loving family with take care of you, not some criminal in the streets."

Roman retracts his hand, "I'm sorry."

Then he stands up to leave. The dog begins to follow, begging him to stay. Roman gives him one last sad look before making his leave.

The dogs stands there for a while, watching the 12 year old leave. The dog loses sight of the young criminal before letting its eyes wander. He catches three figures between the trees. A young family, a tall one and two shorter figures. They stand at the foot of a lone tombstone. The dog begins to walk, trotting in the direction of the trio.


The sound had alerted Zwei, his head shooting up and ears perked up in interest. He lets out a doggish yawn and tilts his head in the most adorable fashion. The sound was louder now that he was awake. Zwei pulls his tiny legs from under him and stands on all fours, looking even cuter than before. The sound that piqued his interest was emitting from a wooden door that loomed above him. He trots towards it, his curiosity getting the best of him. Zwei stares at the door for a moment before snorting and nudging the barrier with his nose.

The door creaked, a sound that boomed loudly in his ears, yet the noise he could hear the most was the sobs of the girl in the bed. Zwei lets out a whine as he recognizes the girl. He pads towards her, the noise of his paws hitting the ground unnoticed by the young human. It wasn't before Zwei put his paws on the side of the bed did she realize that her canine friend was watching.

"Ahh!" Ruby exclaimed, trail marks of her tears still visible. She looks down at Zwei, wiping the salty substance away.

"Zwei? What are you doing here?" Ruby whispers to him, sitting up. Zwei attempts to lift himself up onto the bed but ends with his legs flailing in mid-air.

Ruby places both of her hands on Zwei's sides and lifts him up, putting him on her lap. The pup lays on her and looks up, an unspoken question in his eyes. The 10 year old girl suddenly feels rather uncomfortable.

"Stop looking at me like that," she hisses. Zwei rolls on his side smugly. Ruby lays back down on her bed, Zwei now lying next to her.

Ruby is silent for a while and Zwei waits as patiently as a dog could. Suddenly Ruby begins to burst into tears.

"Why? Why Zwei?"

Zwei makes a high pitched whine, expressing his worry for his part owner. His voice is only drowned out by her sobbing.

"Why do they have to be so mean?"

Her head buries itself into Zwei, her tears falling into his fur. She feels each breath her dog takes in. Ruby can only pretend that it was her mother's.

"If only she was here, I want her back Zwei." Ruby extracts herself from Zwei's now moist fur. "Why did she have to go?"

Zwei offered no words of sympathy. He simply moved closer to her and snuggles his body into hers. She wraps her arms around the canine.

Zwei didn't berate her, look upon her in despair or tell her she didn't understand. Ruby did understand and she was sick and tired of anyone who told her different. It didn't matter whether or not Zwei was human, he was a shoulder to cry on.