Treasure [Klance/Leith]

Zerø

The next four chapters will be Keith's back story and the fifth one will be the story about when he was still with his birth mother. Enjoy :)

°•°•Eleven years old•°•°

The young child sat in the corner as he followed the playing orphans with his dark eyes. The children squealed as they played a friendly game of tag, the purple eyes stalking their every move from across the room were gleaming in sickening envy. He was an outcast there, doomed to stay alienated from the other children and forced to suffer from the sense of loneliness. The only friends to him were the nuns that cared for them and a young cat that had crossed over the rainbow bridge a few days ago; but that was what Sister Lisa had told him with her kind smile. The kitten had passed from the world in a tragic way, one of the children left the door open wide enough for it to slip outside and get hit by a passing car. All the child had left of the silver tabby named Julie was her black collar he clung to dearly, seeking comfort in it whenever he felt saddened by how he was living. In and out of the foster system, family after family and orphanage after orphanage. He had no permanent place and the other children marked him as an evil spirit who would bring the rest of them bad luck if they talked to him.

A ball gently rolled into the crow haired boy's legs and he looked up to find where the ball had come from; eyes wide with surprise and fear. Fear of the unknown. He met eyes with two giant green ones that reminded him much like grass, the iris's sparkled brightly and showed a spark of curiosity withing them. The owner was a young child no older than eleven much like him but she was blonde with a button nose, and naturally pink lips. He didn't recognize the young child as she waddled over to him in caution, she wore overalls with a plain purple shirt and her long hair was pinned back into two twin tails with scrunchies.

"Your eyes match my shirt!" She exclaimed as she bent down to tower over him with a bright smile.

The young boy turned his head away quietly, he hated girls with a fiery passion. They were nothing but trouble to him, he only knew chaos when it came to those incarnations of the devil himself. "So what." He mumbled and heard her sigh before she sat on her knees beside him in the corner.

"You're weird." She poked his rosy cheek causing him to scowl in annoyance

He swatted her tiny hand from his face and glared at her, "Stop it, don't you know I'm a cursed child?" He grunted before crossing his arms in a huff and puffed his cheeks out in frustration.

She rolled her eyes and pouted, "What even is that? Is it some stupid game you and your stupid siblings play here?" She asked Keith with an attitude.

Keith felt his shoulders sag slightly as he shook his head, "No, I'm not anyone's sibling. No one wants me so I always end up back here at the end of each month."

The girl didn't take a hint that the young boy wished to be alone so she instead prodded his cheek with a bony finger. "That sounds like some sort of cliché storyline where you're the character who's too perfect and has a 'tragic' past." The blonde idiot said 'tragic' in a mocking manner and used air quotes as she stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes.