The Story - Chapter 1 - Boy Meets Girl

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A/N: Well, from northernharrier and his profile of Nagant, I've copied only the most essential pieces of information. 

Which happened to be most of them. xD

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Lytonal von Rosenburg was the first, and only head of a large company, devoted to the protection of important public officials. Over the years it had spread out all over the world, into five. 

He was also known as Adrian Nagant's godfather. 

Adrian hated him.

After his attempts to awaken his parents proved futile in itself, another man had come through the door. He was cold and harsh, his voice betrayed no emotion. "Come now." As if possessed, the four year old child walked slowly towards his godfather, tears streaming down his face. 

"No tears. You have to be strong for your parents. You have to avenge your father. I can teach you how. But no more tears." 

Wiping away the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, the child followed the man, who introduced himself as "Godfather." 

It was the beginning of the end of his life.

Every day it was all about training in his Godfather's facility. Training until Nagant slumped down to the floor, exhausted. If he was lucky Lytonal would let him sleep before rousing him and the training began again. Adrian learned not to complain. He learned that feelings were futile and useless.

Slowly he learned to hide everything he felt from the rest of the world. Guns were the only answer, his Godfather said.


They're the only way to avenge your parents.

Eleven years later, Adrian Nagant was fifteen. His hair had become akin to the color of a fox's fur, and his skin was a cross between tan and pale. To stop the onslaught of guilt he felt, his Godfather had gotten him to the 5th Facility, where the Protector Faction was born. 

He thought it was a madhouse, with everyone covered completely in white. But it was one memory he had never been able to forget. Lytonal had said that the 5th Facility was the most advanced facility in medicine. He could make the guilt go away.

Adrian was silent as he and his Godfather traveled by limo to the last Facility. He didn't look at the women who gawked at him, or the men who openly stared at him in awe, though he did remember that things got weirder the deeper he went.

"What's with all the masks?" He asked quietly. Aside from being dressed in white, the whole place had a Masquerade-like quality, with masks covering the faces of every individual, with exception of smaller children, some older than him, some his age, and some so much younger. 

"This is the last stronghold of our family. Those masks protect their faces, their identities. This is where all my bodyguards, as well as prominent government officials', come from." He just wondered if his Godfather reveled in all this, or if he was just a genius, insanely maddened with his own intelligence.

The medical bay was no exception. The female doctor was wearing a snow-white mask with a bird's beak. "Good day to you, Master von Rosenburg, master Nagant." Her voice was controlled and quiet. Over her shoulder Nagant could see someone being examined. He followed his Godfather and the closer he got, he could see that it was a girl. 

What intrigued him was how brightly she seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. She looked at him equally without emotion, her eyes the color of a fine vintage red wine. The rest of her body, including her hair was starkly white. In the whole room, she seemed to blend in perfectly. 

"Don't look at him, 001." a nurse wearing an oval mask said sharply. "I'm sorry." Her accent was clear and crisp, and she tore her gaze away from his, to jump down from the table. She looked younger than he, and smaller.

Her eyes were glued to the ground, until she accidentally knocked over a bottle full of pills, pink and blue ones, like small beads. 

"AGH! STUPID, STUPID GIRL!" His voice was sharp and loud, the girl looking surprised. In a moment of uncontrolled anger he couldn't understand, he attacked her, scratching her dainty paper gown. She defended herself and had gotten in a good scratchmark on his left shoulder. 

Irritation clouded his judgement. The damn voices would never shut up in his head, and Godfather had said that the pills would make them all go away, but the girl, the stupid one had accidentally knocked them all over. Maybe it hadn't even been an accident. The girl with the weird, red eyes...

His heart, tightly locked before then had uncurled for one unsure moment, releasing a dark horse of rage. Suddenly his Godfather placed a hand on his shoulders, and he stopped struggling in an instant. He knew what would happen next. 

"We can always get more." He said coldly. "Don't do that again." Limply he complied. 

"I--I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." 

The girl had bent down, picking up all the pills and placing them in a small box. She pushed it into his hands before running away. 

"Godfather." his voice sounded broken.

"Yes, yes. You can take your pills."