K, so I'm sorry that this is a little late, my disk wasn't working. So this is the next chapter, I thank MMRoxxand Random Rath Fan for the reviews. It's kinda on a time warp for a little, just until I get to the main part of the plot. I know that the title is a little odd. One of its meanings is of ignorance, which will come into play later. I don't own Dragon Knights, and I thank Go-ruden Kiba for posting these up for me. I must apologize. This is the shortest chapter I have ever written, and I hope that this will be the last time that I write something so short. The next one will be longer, though I have no idea when it will be up. Maybe Sunday, #crosses fingers #. One last thing, then I'll let you on with the story. I have no idea how babies grow, and frankly, I don't care. If Alfeegi grew at a normal pace, then there would be no conflict, would there? So, I know that my numbers are wrong… it's a plot point. So please, don't flame me on this, I have told you my reasoning, and it shouldn't matter. I don't want to be correct because that's not how I want my story to go. No flames please.

2

Wanted

"Please, I can't live off of social security alone. You've got to keep me here, he has another place to stay for the day, he doesn't need to come with me."

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Tetheus, but company policy has already been stretched for you and your son, and we can't bend them anymore."

"But what am I supposed to do? I'm already trying to raise a child on my own with only the SS checks that come in the mail. I'm going to need more then that when he starts to get older. And with a new doctor, how can I pay him without the insurance that you have?"

"Please, sir, leave the office. There is nothing that I can do."

Sighing dejectedly, Tetheus left the office that he had been trying to get his job back in. Carrying his box of personal items that had been on his desk, he trudged out to his car, stuffed the box in the trunk, and sat in the driver's seat, head in hands. His life seemed to be crashing down around his ears. Nine and a half months ago, Tetheus had not only lost his wife, but he had lost the older of the two twins she had been barring. Now he had a giant house, with only him, and his nine and a half-month-old son. He had found out not too long ago that his son was born blind, that he could have serious medical problems because he was born small, thin, and half-dead. After almost a year, he was still small, and thin. Although very healthy, he was still underweight, and no matter how much and what Tetheus fed him, Alfeegi just didn't gain any weight. Every month, he had gotten a death benefit check in the mail.

He started up the car, knowing that he had to go pick Alfeegi up from Lykouleon's, although he really didn't want to face his son now that he no longer had a job. Not that his son would understand what was going on, but it's still that idea that he could no longer support him the way he had wanted to. He had a feeling that if he didn't find a new job soon, he'd have to sell everything and find a small apartment.

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Three months after losing his job, Tetheus was ready to give in. Alfeegi was growing quickly, and was often seen with Tetheus, eyes wide and fingers exploring the world that was forever dark to him. Tetheus would sit with him in the living room, talking with to him, reading aloud, and some times even singing to his son. Alfeegi was trying to sound out some words that Tetheus was trying to teach him, but he could not actually speak yet. Now that he didn't have anywhere to be during the day, it was easy for Tetheus to be there for his son as often as possible. He still looked for work, though, and he felt like he had been to every job opportunity in town, only to be turned down by each one in turn.

Finally, needing to have some one that could not only help pay the bills, but watch over Alfeegi as Tetheus continues to look for work, Tetheus put a want add in the newspaper for a tenant. He had a big enough house, and it's not like he slept in any of the rooms anyway. He and Alfeegi still slept together on the couch; Alfeegi lulled to sleep by the constant rhythm of Tetheus' heart as they rested on the soft cushions of the couch. One Monday, it seemed that heaven had finally taken pity on the single father and his son.

Tetheus was laying on the couch with the TV on, in his pajamas, and Alfeegi lying in his arms. Alfeegi was fast asleep, curled in the crook of Tetheus elbow, and would shift and sigh every once and a while. Tetheus was just about to drift off into slumber and join his son when there was a knock at the door. Blinking blearily, Tetheus lifted his head. After a moment, he put it back onto the pillow, thinking that it was merely a figment of his tired mind. Seconds later, the knock returned. This time, he knew that it was real.

Shifting to put Alfeegi onto the cushion so that he wouldn't roll off the couch, he shook himself awake, and answered the door. On the doorstep were two men. One with white hair, and the other that had at one time been a red head, but it was obvious that he was a brunet, as he had let his hair grow out quiet a bit. Their conversation was cut short by the opening of the door by a bleary eyed – pajama clad Tetheus.

"Can I help you?" Tetheus muttered as the men blinked at him, surprised at what had greeted them.

"Um…" the white haired be-speckled young adult glanced at the older man next to him, and shrugged. "Are you Tetheus?"

"Mm-Hmm." Tetheus sniffed.

"You were the one that put out the room for rent?"

"Mm-Hmm."

"We would like to rent two rooms, if there are two, that is." The older one with the red/brown hair piped in.

"M'kay. Fallow me, bring your stuff, and stay quiet. I don't want you to wake 'im." Tetheus turned, and led the two into the house, and up the stairs. The two looked at each other, then at the quickly retreating back. Grabbing their stuff, they rushed inside quietly, and ran up the stairs after their new landlord. Once they reached the landing, they saw Tetheus at the end of the hall.

"Sorry if it's a little dusty. I don't come up here too often. These will be your rooms. You decide who is to get the right, and who is to get the left. You can do whatever you want to them. Paint them, wallpaper them, break the furniture, I don't care. Just no women after nine, be back here by ten unless you tell me before hand so that I don't lock you out, and no smoking. That's basically it. Have fun."

"Um, maybe you would like to have our names?" the brown haired one asked tentatively.

"Sure, whatever. But if I don't remember them when I'm fully awake, don't blame me, m'kay? Now if you don't mind, I'm gong back to sleep." And with that, Tetheus turned around, walked down the stairs, and turned off the TV.

The men that now shared the house with him followed him quietly down the stairs. They watched as Tetheus picked up his son from the couch, stroked his hair, then laid down and was asleep within seconds. Glancing at each other, they smiled. Feeling that there wasn't going to be too much to worry about, they headed to their new rooms to figure out which room would belong to whom. They unpacked, then followed Tetheus' example. They fell asleep in their rooms, and the day slowly passed the quiet, slumbering house.