An: i'm so so so so so so so so so so sorry about being so late in updating but life got in the way seriously. Anyway i'm hoping to update more frequently and i'm trying to write a criminal minds story but its a secret what it's about so if you like criminal minds keep an eye out for that one. but it probably won't be out for a while but i will be posting all of it at once.

any way here you go!

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I finally had the laminated copy that signified all of my hard work. There was a small picture of me on it along with all the other information. I smirked slipping it in my pocket. I was ready, after waiting for this day forever I was finally able to drive up to the orphanage by myself.

Walking back up to my room which hadn't really changed in the last seven years except now it was more...lived in really. Smiling I flopped on my bed I had been counting down the days since well…well since they had dragged me off to here. I knew that I had promised Fiona that I would tell her when I was leaving. I couldn't bring myself to. She hadn't mentioned anything about it since I had talked to her about it so many years ago. She had probably forgotten my fucking problems because of hers.

And this was for me anyway, why should they come along anyway? If I found him I didn't want to have to show them all my emotions when I did. I barely remembered his face all I could remember is his little eight year old face a drawing of him that I had worked on for weeks hung above my bed his faces still childish and lively.

Sighing in frustration I stand up walking back down the steps and to the training room which was equipped with multiple bows and probably hundreds of arrows along with many targets to practice with.

Pulling out my favorite bow I load one of the arrows clicking it into place using my eye I line it up in an almost retinue like way, and let it fly. Letting it hit the center of the target making a satisfying thump as the arrow landed in the dead center. Loading another arrow I do the same to four other targets before finally just chucking an arrow at the wall. It wasn't fucking helping, it usually did, why it couldn't work when I really needed it to!

I was so sick of waiting! I had been waiting for seven years and now I had it in my hands but I had to wait until fucking nighttime. It was torture. The fucking arrow makes a chip in the cement as it hits it bouncing off and landing on the ground.

Deciding I was going to go swimming for a bit to try to take my mind off the wait to quite literally drown my worries. I quickly find my way to the swimming pool and to the bathroom which housed my swimming suit which I promptly changed into. The water was perfectly calm not a ripple anywhere.

Standing on the diving board on the end I bounce a few times before flipping off of it letting myself go through the motions hitting the water just as expected. The lukewarm water feeling perfect on my hot skin. Surfacing again I shake the water out of my hair letting myself bob on the water floating on my back looking at the ceiling.

Water usually calmed me down when I couldn't do that with archery. This way as Carson stated, I don't have sharp objects to impale with when I go all hulk on them.

Bastard.

I stay like that for a while just staring at the fucking ceiling letting the water sink into my body thinking about all the memories that I had with Feliciano. The good ones not at the pissy orphanage with that bastard of a babysitter that let us get separated. In fact I tried to avoid that fact if at all possible.

Finally I heard the clipping of feet as the shoes of one of the maids finds its way over to the edge of the pool I don't acknowledge their existence.

"Romano! It's already seven you've been in there for two hours! What are you hoping you'll become some sort of monster? Trust me you already are." I hear Meredith say from the edge of the pool turning around I kick over to the side of the pool.

She looks much different from when I first came here, first off all you can barely see the baby bump that is showing. This was going to be her third child with Carson who couldn't be happier and was trying to get my opinion on its name. But her hair was curlier and she had died it with red highlights

"No. I was not trying to become a monster like you fucking said!" I said toweling off rubbing my hair with the towel the curl that still wouldn't stay down just bobbed along with me.

"Okay, okay Jeesh. So Carson was wondering, have you thought of a name you want to suggest yet?" she ask smiling broadly putting her hand absent-mindedly on her belly.

"That bastard! He already knows I said no a million fucking times. I'm going to have to hunt him down again." I say scowling wrapping my towel around my waist.

"Nice seeing you to Romano!" she calls out as I walk towards the kitchen. the table was to lonely to sit and eat at, so since I had come here I had eaten at the counter top right next to the kitchen where I felt less lonely. Not that I would admit it publically.

"Ohhhhhhhhh~Romano!" I hear Carson's voice call out singsongedly.

"I'll have a thing of soup, potato please-what do you want bastard!" I say turning to him after making sure the maid got my order for dinner, which I was anxious to eat and start the small packing I would have to do.

"You have a name-"

"No bastard quite asking!" I yell at him as the maid comes back out with the soup that I had ordered. I quickly shoveled some in my mouth as I try to finish quickly so that I could make sure that everything was in order.

"Well if you do all you need to do is find me and tell me." I roll my eyes taking another bite of the potato soup.

"Nice to see you in such I good mood through Romano!" he shouts out as he leaves I turn to the doorway.

"What did you mean by that bastard!" I shout but he doesn't reply he's already around the corner and disappearing from sight. The soup is finished quickly after that and I rush back up to my room. The clock read that it was seven thirty. I had been planning this day forever. I knew that Carson and Meredith were getting a babysitter for Vash and Lilli because they were leaving for a date.

This meant that it was going to be easier to sneak out to the car so that I could get out of the garage. The directions were already printed and were in a bag that was open on my bed.

I took a change of clothes (just in-fucking case), and a flashlight along with my phone and snacks.

Taking a look at the room I look at my bag and then the time, it was still only eight I was to leave between now and eight-thirty if I was to get there at a reasonable hour tomorrow because the orphanage was six hours away! Six hours, wow it didn't feel that long when I came here, of coarse I did fall asleep during some of it…

I had a brief thought; opening up a draw I grabbed a sketch book and a pack of colored pencils. I was an okay artist, I wasn't nearly as good as Feli though, he could literally take the emotion on the face and transfer it on the page like it was the paper it's self. Me I usually just stuck with inanimate objects.

Sticking the paper and pencils in my bag I throw it over my shoulder letting it hit my back with a thump and the pencils clattered where they were.

The steps shook the pencils as I took bouncing steps down them my backpack bouncing along with me as I did.

I reached out to the door for the garage letting the cold handle snap me out of my stupor, turning the cold handle I let the cold breezy garage wash over me in a wave of air. There were cars and cars lined up most of them were extremely expensive cars that were just asking for attention which I didn't want. So I grabbed one of the more inconspicuous ones.

Siting down in the car I couldn't help but smirk, and I hoped that I wouldn't crash it as I did, taking out my instructions I tape them onto the dashboard and then click the garage button waiting until it opened up so that I could pull out.

Getting the car in reverse I pulled out making sure to look behind me as I did. I pulled out into the road and drove off.

It was a long six hours and it was late at night when I got to the orphanage. It looked a bit more run down then last time I saw it but other than that it looked just like it did when they drove off those years ago.

Parking the car by the building I climb out walking quickly up to the front porch knocking on the door. But when no one comes I try the door handle. It turns with ease as it pushes it open.

The inside looks abandoned there is no furniture I walk up the creaking stairs towards the rooms. But as I walk into my room there is nothing but some old wood. I turn around frantically looking for any sign of life. I run from room to room looking for any of the kids. I find none.

Finally I end up in the middle of the hallway crouching against a wall holding my head in my hands as the wet droplets make their way to the ground leaving small clean spots in the dusty floor.