Well, I made a second chapter. Hope you guys like it.

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It just started to rain when Ienzo entered his house. Putting his groceries down, Ienzo went to the next room to put Myde down on the couch. He took off his coat to blanket the child, who was fast asleep.

Ienzo rubbed his sore shoulders. "Note to self: Clean the couch." (cause the kid was absolutely filthy and was rubbing the filth all over the couch.) Ienzo then went upstairs to go to bed. It was amazing how the day was actually exciting.

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Myde woke up hearing the rain plitter platter outside. He opened his eyes finding himself in a room he never been in before. It looked like a study room. Several tall bookcases, all filled with books, lined the walls of the room. Myde felt so out of place as he saw everything so clean, from the polished wooden floors to the clean comfy reading chair to the desk in the corner of the room. "Where am I?" He saw the rain fall outside through a large window near the desk. Suddenly all of memories, of what happened the night before, came to his head. He must be in the stranger's house. What was his name? Myde barely heard it before he passed out last night.

On the coffee table next to him, Myde noticed a change of clothes with a piece of paper on top. He reached out to grab the note and looked at it. There were a lot of markings on it that Myde didn't understand.

Suddenly, a pleasant aroma filled Myde's nose. It came from one of the doorways in the room. As his stomach started to growl, the child got up from the sofa and followed the scent to the kitchen. The young man, who Myde saw yesterday, was over the stove making breakfast. "G-good morning, sir." Myde said in a small voice.

Ienzo turned his head to see the little boy behind him. "Didn't you read the note saying to take a shower?" He divided the scrambled eggs, he just made, on to two plates.

"Uh…I.." Myde looked down. "..I can't read, sir."

"Can't read?" Ienzo raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's ok. First, just take a shower before you dirty up everything. The washroom is right next to the stairs, through that door." He pointed to a door on Myde's right.

"Yes, sir." Myde obeyed and went to get the clean clothes to take a shower. (He left a trail of dirty footprints wherever he went.)

"Another thing to clean up…" Ienzo sighed.

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When Myde came out of the washroom, he was squeaky clean. Ienzo's old clothes draped over him as Myde waddled in to the kitchen. He saw Ienzo at the kitchen table reading a small, but thick book. "You look a lot better without the dirt all over you." The bookworm commented, not looking up from his book. "Your breakfast is right there." He pointed to a plate at the seat across from him.

Myde shyly went to sit down at the table. In front of him, there was a plate of eggs and a roll of bread. He never had a meal as exquisite as it. Most of the time his meals were either an ounce of porridge or the occasional piece of bread. Myde took a bit of egg and was in heaven. It tasted so different and so wonderful.

Ienzo looked up from his reading to see the starving boy wolf down his meal. What has this kid living off of? Nothing? "eh-hem" Ienzo cleared his throat, interrupting Myde from choking on his food. "How old are you?"

Myde swallowed his last bit and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Nine, sir."

"And you've been working in the workhouse, before being adopted by that ogre of a man from yesterday?"

"Yes, sir." Myde grabbed the roll of bread and took big bites from it. "Me and my mum worked and lived at the workhouse all my life."

Ienzo was amazed that this child actually survived at dangerous living conditions for so long. It must have been when Myde's mother died, he ran away from the workhouse.

"Done, sir!" Myde showed his completely clean plate to Ienzo.

"Ok. Take it to the sink then." Ienzo went back to reading, but suddenly heard a thud and a sound of breaking china. He looked up and saw Myde scrambling over several broken pieces of the plate. "I'm sorry!" Ienzo can sense fear in the young boy's voice. "I d-d-didn't mean to trip. I'll clean it up!"

The boy must've been expecting to get some kind of physical punishment for his accident. With a sigh, Ienzo put his book down and went to help pick up the broken pieces. Myde was amazed at how merciful the young man was. Only one other person in Myde's life was as forgiving, but she was gone.

After cleaning up the mess, Ienzo saw Myde sucking on his own index finger. "What are you doing?"

Myde took his finger out of his mouth. "I got cut on my finger." He then stuck his finger back in.

This kid was full of surprises. "Here, let me see it."

Reluctantly, Myde took out his finger and showed it to Ienzo. It was a fairly shallow cut, but blood steadily dripped out. With another sigh, Ienzo went to a drawer, took out a roll of bandage, and tied a strip of it over Myde's cut. "There."

With a worried face, Myde looked at the bandage then at Ienzo. "Uh….Can you kiss it?"

"What?"

"Kiss my cut." Myde held out his finger.

"Why would I do that?"

"My mum says that a kiss makes a cut all better."

"That is the most il—" Ienzo stopped, seeing Myde's large, sad, aquamarine eyes. "….ok, fine." He reluctantly gave the finger a quick peck, then started to blush in embarrassment.

"Thank you, sir." The boy smiled. "It feels better already."

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