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"What the hell," Fauste muttered to himself, basket in one hand and note in the other. His dark eyes scanned the tiny piece of paper again and again, the words seemed to be mocking him... These people are crazy! Leaving babies outside a house like that; what if they were taken in by a psycho? The male frowned, and crushed the note, "These people must be breeding babies illegally... I can't think of another reason why this place have so many homeless babies!"

As the door closed behind him, the necromancer let out a shirt sigh. The last time he became a father, it was due to an experiment gone wrong; of course, his son 'died' quite some time ago. He missed him, to an extend, but Fauste was never the fatherly type. He hated the idea of being tied down, of setting a good example, of rearing a child, of caring so much for someone... He'll return the child first thing tomorrow morning. It's dark now, and both of them deserves some rest.

The baby gurgled as the adult brought him into his bedroom, placing the basket on his bed. Reaching for a blanket, Fauste wrapped the winged ears baby up and placed him on the bed. It reminded him of when he was taking care of his deceased son... Although those memories were bittersweet, Fauste had to admit that he enjoyed the experience of being called 'father', no matter how old it made him feel. Even now, he still occasionally miss Seth's teasing.

"Hm... How did you end up on the streets? What's your name? Chael, was it? Weird name..."

He smirked, laying down on the bed beside the bundle. Hesitantly, he stroked the boy's fine hair in an attempt to coo him to sleep.

"Me looking after a boy like you... Sleeping on the same bed. I'm glad Seth isn't around to laugh. Or maybe, it'll be better if he was here, even if he is laughing at me."

Chael was confused; his father and other family members had vanished. Instead, he found himself in the arms of this stranger... For once in his entire life, he did not feel like smiling of laughing. He felt... Afraid, anxious, and a lingering sadness. He felt like crying, and brawling his eyes out. He wished he knew how to call 'daddy', like his older siblings. Maybe if he called out, his father will return.

When he realized that this man was stroking him, he felt a little better. Maybe his father will come for him tomorrow! This should be temporary... It must be. Closing his eyes, the young male drifted off into a dreamless sleep, body curled up into a tight, protective ball.

"We'll bring you to that Chaco guy tomorrow then. He'll know what happened..."

"Daddy..."

The baby whispered as he yawned, rubbing the sand out of his eyes. Light flooded into the room through an open window opposite his bed, and the white semi-transparent curtains fluttered gently as a soft breeze made its way into the room. Although he had slept quite soundly through the night, the wind and tranquility of his bedroom made his eyelids heavy. He wanted to continue sleeping; yawning again, he wiggled his feathery ears before making up his mind to return to dreamland.

Then, suddenly, Chael realized he was not in his own room. His bed smelt different. Even the room was not the same; his bed did not face the window! This one was facing the window; he knew because it was bright behind his closed eyelids. The sleepy feeling escaped from him immediately, replaced by fear, and his eyes were quickly wide open. Where was he? Why was he here? Where did his father go? Where did his siblings go? Questions swamped the child's mind, and he felt giddy. The whole room spun before him, his vision blurred.

"Father!"

He wailed, tears flowing from his eyes.

TBC