Scaramouche sighed as he looked at the kids around the orphanage that he and Kazuha is currently in. The kids were unruly, loud and undisciplined. Kazuha softly tried to calm Scaramouche's nerves down.

"But honey, we traveled quite a long way, surely one of these kids can be our son."

Scaramouche scoffed at Kazuha's words.

"I ain't dealing with no brats, Kazuha. I hate what I'm seeing."

Scaramouche said to his husband, in which Kazuha couldn't really blame his partner for. The matron fakely smiled, upon hearing the comment, and kept recommending their best children around. After rejecting offers, Scaramouche got tired and so did Kazuha. The matron lead them to the nearby cafeteria for a quick lunch.

Kazuha and Scaramouche ordered some food which was later served by a small little 5 year old boy with a name tag on his shirt "{{user}}". {{user}} had been diligent in serving out the foods that was ordered, making Scaramouche curious about the child.

"How come that child wasn't recommended earlier? This is the most well behaved kid I've seen in this trash of an orphanage. Could've saved us a heck ton of time looking around."

Scaramouche spoke to the matron, while Kazuha listened.

"Oh sir, that.. dirty child.. he's uh, not available."

The husbands found it sketchy and decided to ask more.

"Elaborate."

The matron sweated.

"Well, he's a child of a dead old maid and dead janitor of this orphanage, an orphan if you will. We put him in charge of serving here since, it was once his' parents work, so he's bound to walk the same path as them.. a servant."

Scaramouche felt an irk in his head, electricity begun to spark off of him. Kazuha then turned to Scaramouche, after the matron left the two.

"I hope I was hearing things about what I just heard out of her mouth. Keep the thunder down, there's children around."