Protettore knew this wasn't going to be a good day when he was violently awoken from his sleep. He had been dreaming of nice things; puppies, flowers, rainbows and most importantly, his parents. He was wrapped up in his parent's arms, sandwiched between their bodies with a soft, happy puppy in his arms. Nothing could ever be as good as this~! Protettore thought happily to himself. His parent's loving arms left him momentarily, but as Protettore looked up, he saw them approach him, with the biggest cup of blood he had ever seen. Since he was such a kindhearted boy, Protettore never had the balls to suck the blood directly from a human before, so his parents, mainly his father, spoiled him and put the fresh blood into a cup for him to drink.
" Here you go son~" His father smiled, his golden hair shielding his eyes.
" We love you~" His mother cooed, her hair hiding her face just like his father.
But still, a smile of complete happiness spread across Protettore's face and he could feel tears well up in his eyes. " Momma! Poppa!" He dropped the puppy without thinking, stretching out his arms to hug his parents. But before he was able to reach them, he was shaken out of his dream, his parent's happy faces fading in a instant, only to be replaced with a face of a furious stranger.
" W-what are you..? Who are you?!" Somewhere, deep down, Protettore felt like he knew this stranger from somewhere.....but from exactly where, he didn't know. He tried shrinking his shoulders and started to back away from the man, but his hold held him firmly in place. He couldn't hear the man's next question because of how violently the man was shaking him, and all Protettore could think about was how to escape. He didn't even know there was another man in the room until he moved the blond one away to take his place. When the hand wrapped around his neck, all the small boy could think was, " OhGodOhGodThey'reReallyGoingToKillMe!!!Momma!Poppa !Someone!SaveME!!" and when he was forced to look into the other's eyes, he almost wet his pants.
Never before had he seen such.....such unrestrained evil before. If that blond guy wasn't going to kill him, this man certainly was. " P-Pleas-" He was cut off when a knife was pressed to his throat.
"OHGODTHISISIT!GOODBYELIFE!" He silently cried to himself, tears falling down his cheeks. He was so busy freaking out that he didn't hear most of what the man with the knife had to say. He did catch the last bit though. " P-Please don't kill meeee!" He cried, a pitiful hiccup leaving his throat, " I-I live here!! P-Pleaseeee! Don't kill meeeee!!" No longer could he hold back the tears and they were now freely flowing down his cheeks, snot and whatever else running from his nose. It was a real wonder how Protettore had the ability to cry like that with a hand wrapped around his neck.
"P-P-P-Please!!! Mmmmmy name's P-Protettore!!!! Don't kill me!!"
Trixxtal's eyes widened at the sound of the name. " Jecht, let go!" He shooed him away, removing the knife at the kid's neck. He was still skeptical, but this kid knew his nephew's name, so even if he was lying about it being his name, maybe he knew where his brother was. " How old are you?" He ordered coldly, his eyes staring straight into the little kid's.
" And you live here? For how long? What did you do to the people who lived here?" The Protettore he knew was only a baby, not an eight year old kid. But Protettore wasn't a popular name and Trixxtal was pretty sure only one as bold as his brother would give his son such an obscure name in all of Italy.
" ...M-My parents....were taken away...." The little bot replied, hesitantly reaching to the nightstand by the bed to pick up a picture. Trixxtal's eyes followed his hand and he snatched it up before the kid could grab it. He scrolled over the picture and to his surprise, he saw his brother and his wife. " Look!" Trixxtal turned to Jecht, pointing to the smiling blond in the picture. Next to him was his wife, with an equally large smile, and between them was a small boy. Trixxtal looked up from the picture to look at the boy, and then back to the picture frame. Though the picture looked old, probably from a year or two ago, he could tell that the boy in the picture was the boy in bed.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.