Prologue

The room quieted at the sight of him. With a grim expression plastered on his face, he carried a terrifying aura where ever he stepped. His dark shadow hid a boy who trailed along behind him, keeping his distance and his head down towards the ground.

The boy took orders from his father without a second thought.

"Introduce yourself," the man demanded, giving a forceful shove to the raven haired boy that he called his son. The young Ootori bowed his head and gave a polite smile to the business associate before saying his name.

He was Kyouya Ootori. Nothing more than another pawn for the Ootori Corporation. He was pitied as the 3rd son by the rest, being told he had no chance to be the heir. But despite all, he had no choice.

As an Ootori he still had standards to fulfill. He was the top of the class, fluent in 3 languages and counting, well-versed in many activities but he was never good enough, even at the tender age of twelve. Nothing satisfied his father.

"Mom, I can't do this anymore," she begged.

The woman looked at her daughter with scornful eyes. "You're weak."

The girl looked down to the ground. There were blisters all over her feet, and her ankle was swollen from falling earlier in the day. She had enough. She shook her head at her mother. It was the last straw.

"Send me home, Mom. Send me home, now," her voice quivered.

"This is your home, you ungrateful child."

The twelve year old shook her head again. It was not her home, no matter how large the mansion was. The girl limped over to the closet and took out her luggage. Her blisters began to bleed again, causing her to fall back to the ground from the pain for a moment.

"What are you doing?" her mother angrily asked.

"I'm leaving. Just like how you left him." She messily placed her clothes into the bag, and struggled to get back up again.

"You idiot. You're twelve. You can't leave." The older woman pushed her daughter back down to the ground with one swift motion. "You have no power."

Victoria Alistair was left alone. She sat on the floor, her clothes strewn from the closet to the luggage. The blood of her feet smeared onto the wooden floor. All her life, she had been raised to be the perfect child, but she was far from it. Every virtue was smeared by a flaw. The biggest flaw of all. Nothing would have satisfied her mother.

A/N: Welcome, welcome. :) A new fic, for those who have read my other story, Littlest Things. If not, then, hello. I'm a little iffy about where this will be going, and perhaps this is a terrible idea staring a new story when I am still in the process of writing another. Nonetheless, I hope to continue this after Littlest Things. Please leave your thoughts and comments, I would love to hear them (despite how short this chapter is). Hope you're all having a fantastic day!