A/N: Wow guys, I already have so many reviews! Thank you so much. Now that it's the weekend, I can finally update for you guys! Just so you know I've been sick with a cold all week. Actually, I had to come home early from school on Thursday. So pray for me please. I'd like to get better. :D

Chapter Two

When Lizzian called the authorities and told them the story, they told her to contact either the Imperial Child Care Services or the Foster Homing Facility. She tried the Foster Homing Facility first and they said they would send a few men over right away.

Japhonan couldn't help but be relieved when the FHF men arrived. The boy had gotten so quiet that he had begun to wonder what he was doing.

"Where is the boy?" one of the men said.

"Right this way," Japhonan answered, leading them toward the closet. He unlocked it and revealed the sorriest sight he had ever seen.

The boy had crawled to the back of the tiny closet. His feet were curled up against his upper body with his arms wrapped around his legs. His head, which had been snuggled between his arms at this point, looked up at the sudden noise of the closet opening. His face was tear streaked and sad. His eyes were filled with misery as if he had been through similar experiences such as this.

Japhonan's heart ached when he saw him there. Apparently, Lizzian felt the same way when he heard her give a sad sigh behind him.

All of this happened in a moment. The chief nodded his head and said, "Ah yes, we're familiar with this one."

Two of the four men reached down and pulled the boy to his feet. At that moment, something came to life in the boy and he began thrashing wildly. It was like he had to escape. Of course, the scrawny little youngster was in no way a match for four strong, fully grown men. They easily pulled him to the speeder. The last thing Japhonan saw of the boy was his face looking desperately, and slightly angrily, back.

They put him in the back seat where he was sedated. After that, they started up the speeder and headed off to the Foster Homing Facility.

"Japh," Lizzian said thoughtfully as she came up behind him. "There's more to that boy that meets the eye."

Japhonan nodded. "I know what you mean."

…

Luke didn't have to open his eyes to know where he was. He couldn't explain it… it was just this feeling he would get if he was in a place he had been before. Somehow he knew where he was without trying. And this time, he wished that he didn't know.

He was back at the FHF.

"No…" Luke groaned, holding his hand to his head.

He tried to sit up but then sat back down immediately when his head started throbbing and aching horribly. He groaned again and rubbed his hands in circular motions on the sides of his forehead, trying to get the ache to go away. Eventually it did and he finally sat up all the way to inspect his surroundings.

Of all his years being at the Foster Homing Facility, he'd never been in this room yet. It was a plain square room with no window and no furniture except for the bed that he lay on (which wasn't very soft) and a standard metal chair. In every top corner of the four walls, there were cameras watching him.

Luke had heard of this place. It was the high security room. Before he tried, he knew that there was no possible way he could break out. He would probably stay here until someone else wanted to be his foster parents and…

Luke cut off his train of thought when he realized that anyone seeing him in a high security room wouldn't dream of taking him home with them. Once again, he remembered all the times people had called him a lost cause. They would blame his biological parents for whatever they must have done to cause Luke to be the disaster that he was.

He was a disaster, right? Luke had always assumed it. No one had ever touched him fondly. He couldn't even remember the last time someone had hugged him… a few years ago, maybe? Never had anyone told him that they loved him, or that he mattered to them. It was because he didn't matter to anyone. If he did, then he wouldn't be here right now.

Life seemed so meaningless.

A shaky sigh escaped Luke's lips as he realized how utterly pointless he was to the galaxy. He was just one of the millions of children who didn't have a home, didn't have a family… and didn't have anyone to worry about him. Luke couldn't even remember the last time someone had actually called him by his name. He had always been called "that kid" or "that foster kid," nothing remotely close to endearing.

It was his own fault for that. Luke had never told anyone his name. They'd asked for it again and again, but he had refused to tell them. His mouth remained shut and he would ignore them.

What would they do with his name anyway?

Suddenly Luke wondered what would happen if he stopped eating. Would he die? It would take a while but eventually he would. And what would the afterlife be like? Would his biological parents be there? Would they love him? Probably.

Right then and there, Luke decided to stop eating and starve himself to death. At least then, once he was dead, he wouldn't be a bother to people anymore. Even if there wasn't an afterlife, that would mean that there would be peaceful sleep for eternity; and that was better than this.

Much better.

…

Luke was kept in the room all day. At nighttime (which Luke couldn't tell since there were no windows) they brought him some food, but as Luke had promised himself, he didn't eat.

When the lights in the room suddenly dimmed, he realized that he was very sleepy. Luke lay down on his bed and went to sleep.

It was a very restless night for Luke. He tossed and turned uncomfortably and every thirty minutes, he would wake up and have to fall asleep all over again. When the lights in his room got much brighter, Luke woke up and realized that it was morning. He felt very tired, as if he'd only slept for five minutes. But the lights were so bright now that it was hopeless trying to fall back to sleep.

…

Japhonan and Lizzian Marthio made their way to the Foster Homing Facility. Last night they had talked it over and found that they both felt sorry for the boy. They decided that the least they could do was find out a little bit about him and see if they could possibly help.

When their chauffeur landed the speeder, they walked inside the building and went to the administration desk.

"What can I do for you?" the lady at the desk asked. She asked this as if it had been said many times before and she was getting sick of it.

Lizzian spoke. "We want to find out about a boy we caught in our home yesterday. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a small frame."

The lady nodded as if suddenly recognizing who she was referring to. "Yeah, I know who you're talking about. If you want to find out about that kid, you gotta go to the third floor to Benro Sanew's office. He's the one who takes care of the trouble-making kids."

"Thank you for your time," Lizzian said politely. She and Japhonan went to the elevator and set it for the third floor.

After inquiring some people, they found Benro Sanew's office. After talking with him, the man said, "Oh, so you are the two whose house he broke into. Sorry, but the information is strictly confidential. Only employees and possible foster parents are allowed to get information on the kids here.

Japhonan looked at Lizzian. She nodded, and he spoke. "Well we are considering taking him into foster care."

At that moment, the man's attitude changed. A grin spread across his face and he stood up and shook hands with them. "Well I'm mighty glad to hear that! It's hard finding a home for that one, you know. Poor kid won't talk to anyone. He's always sent back after one or two weeks."

"Really?" Japhonan asked, curious. "Why is that?"

"He's impossible so they say, and gosh is he…" suddenly Benro realized that he wasn't painting a good picture about the boy, and he had to if he wanted them to take him into foster care. It was so hard getting people to take him in. "But let's not dwell on that. So what would you like to know?"

"What's his name?" Lizzian asked.

"No one knows," Benro answered.

"What do you mean?" Japhonan said.

"Just that. As I said before, the kid won't talk. We've asked him time and again, but he won't say anything. Won't even tell us his name."

"You mean he's never said anything?" Lizzian asked. With everything she heard she was getting even more sorry for the boy. Everything about him seemed so sad.

Benro shrugged good-naturedly. "Well, he's yelled a couple times, but other than that, he stays pretty quiet."

"Are we allowed to see him?" Japhonan asked.

Benro lifted his hand up. "Only one at a time. That's the rules."

"That's okay," Lizzian said. "I'll wait out here for you, Japh."

With this settled, Japhonan left Lizzian in the office while Benro led Japhonan through a door that opened up into a small hallway. Benro went to the door directly across from them and unlocked it. Inside, Japhonan saw the boy.

He was sitting on a bed that was centered next to the wall just opposite of the door, with his feet propped up on the bed. The boy looked in his direction when the door was opened, then quickly looked away and stared at his knees.

The door closed behind Japhonan and he walked to where the boy was sitting. He pulled the single chair that he saw in the room, placed it next to the bed, and sat down. The boy remained staring down. His face was hardened with anger, and his blue eyes slightly narrowed when he heard Japhonan speak.

"Hello," Japhonan said good naturedly, giving the boy a smile. "My name is Japhonan Marthio. And you are?"

As he had feared, the boy didn't speak. He pretended like he didn't hear him. Japhonan tried again.

"I'm very sorry about yesterday. But you know, it was quite a shock to see you there in our kitchen."

No response.

Japhonan cleared his throat and decided it was time to try something new. He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. Quick as lightning, the boy shrugged his hand off. Well, at least he'd gotten him to respond to something he did.

"Look, if you block everything out, it still won't change anything. The galaxy's still out there." Still no response. The boy remained looking sad and angry. "I want to help you, but I can't if you just ignore me."

He hoped that would do it, but again, the boy did nothing. Japhonan sighed and stood up.

"I'm sorry you won't talk to me. I will be back again tomorrow."

After saying this, he turned and walked out of the room. Benro closed the door and locked it again then followed Japhonan back into his office where Lizzian was waiting.

A/N: Woo! I wrote another chapter! Continue doing what you're already doing so well and review! I hope this was a satisfactory chapter. I made it a bit longer than the last one cuz I'm just so amazing and all that. Hehe, just kidding. :b

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