Oliver. That's what he called me. When Master was not looking, I whispered the word to myself, trying to associate the name with the one eyed blond that I saw in the mirror. I watched my lips move, first sounding out the "OL" then the "IV" and finally the "ER". After about the thirtieth time I was satisfied, and placed my hand on the doorknob in front of me. The door creaked ominously as it revealed a dull room, smothered in a thick layer of dust. I could hear footsteps behind me, and soon felt the presence of my overbearing, as much as I hate to say it, boss. I could feel his smoky breaths envelope me as he clapped me on my back,

"You start tomorrow."

Once again his peculiar stare fell upon me. Too exhausted to act in reply, I hesitantly walked into the room. Master kept on watching me, every action I took. I turned towards him, gritting my teeth, and dipped my head. Satisfied, he threw me one last glance, and slowly slunk away, lighting a cigar. I stood there, by the open door, listening to my short, staccato breaths.

"You can talk now, he's gone," A boy walked into the room. Unable to speak, I just stared. His shaggy mop of blond hair was tied in a tiny ponytail. Loosening his vest, he smiled at me, sensing my discomfort, "What? It's not like I'm some dream-eating demon."

I couldn't help but return his grin. He offered me his hand, "I'm Len." He looked around the room, his eyes falling on the shaky bunk bed in the corner. "I guess we'll be seeing each other pretty often. You're that Oliver kid right? The one who can't talk?"

Before I could reply, Len cut me off, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you are. Well then, Oliver, you're comin' with me. Tomorrow that is."

The boy leapt onto the top bunk, not bothering to change out of his work clothes. I submitted to the bottom, and lay flat, staring at the wooden boards above me.

"I can talk you know,"

Len's head dropped from the side, his eyes wide,

"Really?"

I laughed, "Well yeah, didn't you just hear me? And my name isn't Oliver."

"Then what is it?"

I propped myself up on one shoulder and faced the amiable boy, "I don't have one."

"Well then," Len dropped to the ground, landing perfectly on his feet, "its Oliver now."

I sighed, and replied, "I'm actually starting to like that name, as much as I dislike the guy who gave it to me."

"I've never liked that eggplant haired freak either. His stare is so…creepy. But I've gotten used to it, after, I don't know, twelve years?"

I fell silent again, overcome by waves of pain. Len's bright sky blue eyes dimmed and faded. All I saw was an ocean of black.

~A/N~

So Len is finally here! Have you guys gotten the ginormous reference that this entire story is based off of?

Also, sorry for having such short chapters. I can't really explain why, but it's better this way, I promise.

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