Disclaimer do not own GeneratorRex if I did it definitely would be rated R rather PG

A/N 1.: I want to apologize to Triavalon that even if she took so much effort in correcting the mistakes in Providence Dark legacy(chapters 1-5 if I remember correctly) I still hadn't took proper care of them... damn... I'll correct them I swear! maybe not AS but definitely AP!

A/N 2.: this story was written by request of miko vampire even thought van kleiss/rex is not exactly my cup of tea.

A/N 3.: The pool about Providence dark legacy is still active/open.

A/N 4.: I also wanted to thank for all the faves and comments to which I wasn't able to thank/reply(for lot's of reasons: blocked reply action or person not having an account etc)

A/N 5.: sorry for possible OOCness, fluffiness and other mushy stuff that makes the teeth have cavities... and for drama too.

Providence dark legacy

Chapter nueve: scars

by your-biohazardous-friend

Van Kleiss even as a ruthless tyrant had speck of humanity deep down within himself. this tiny little speck was a strong deal after all as it forced to take care of his arch nemesis lying unconscious in a suspicious puddle - an eerie mixture of mud and boy's own blood and vomit.

The scientist took the teenager in his arms with care, as if he was handling a wounded, stray kitten, and headed back to the castle in Abysus.

Graying male looked at the teenager - he seemed to be even paler and more helpless in the soft red cushions of Van Kleiss' king-sized bed. Rex face was covered with deep, sickly blush, his short black hair sweat-stuck to his forehead. Teen was breathing heavily, the chest raising and falling in a desperate battle over oxygen - all those symptoms were caused by infected wounds and overall possible sickness.

Clothes, the boy had on himself, in their current state weren't sufficient enough to warm him up nor were any good to sleep in. Rex was so wore off there was no way to make him change his clothes by himself. Thankfully Van Kleiss, as professional scientist, had no moral objections of stripping the younger one from the smelly rags covering him. With few accurate movements he took off teen's shirt.

The man couldn't help but gaze at the net of bumpy, either white or pink scars covering younger's torso. Some of them were, to Van Kliess surprise, too clean, too precise and too close to the vital organs to be wounds received at the battlefield. Van Kleiss pressed his thumb to one of those uneven lines causing a small gasp from it's owner.

So Providence wasn't so pure after all - performing risky operations behind the agro-samurai's and Mamma's-boy's backs - Yes, Van Kleiss highly doubted that Cesar was involved, even as a man of science, he was still too soft to agree to use anyone, especially his little Mijo, as a lab-rat. The older man voted for the female doctor - Holiday was her name? - she seemed desperate enough to be able to do it while still pretending nothing had happened.

As Rex's pants were yanked off more scars were revealed - two of them caught the scientist's eyes, they were fresh, reddish scar-tissues strongly differing from caramel carnation of younger's tights - looking at the horizontal lines Van Kleiss had no doubts - Rex legs had been sewed back.

The man flinched, Rex was either blind or extremely loyal to Providence, or, at least, some of it's members, to agree to such treatment. Now van Kleiss had no doubts why, every time they met, Rex seemed to be more distant and cynical... Like a solider who had fought in too many battles.

Rex sighed in his sleep as man's skilled hands quickly cleaned tanned body with a wetted towel and tended all scrapes and cuts. The boy didn't wake up even when small stitching was involved. If not almost-regular movements of the chest and quiet pain-filled moans, the scientist might think he was tending a corpse.

Something tightened in man's chest as he put one of his black shirt on the teenager: Van Kleiss still remembered how, 5 years ago, Rex used to hide under his desk at the Nanite research facility, with his parents circling nearby as they were passionately trying to force their son to eat vegetables. At this point - staring at Rex so broken on both physics and psychic - Van Kleiss hoped and prayed he could move the time backwards - that if he knew that was going to happen he would never turn a blind-eye at the sabotage of the Nanite project.

Violetta and Rafael - the kindest people he ever met - would be alive, keeping their irritating older son at bay. Rex wouldn't become a White knight's and Holiday's toy and maybe, he would still be considered as Rex's "best friend".

While he, Van Kleiss, would have sleep soundly without planning on how to free Rex from Providence's evil clutches.

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