Let's back up a little, I've mentioned somebody who goes by the name of 'The Doctor'. Mr. and Mrs. Nevada's not our biological parents, they had some trouble receiving kids at the time, so they adopted us. Well, Midnight and I were rescued by a man with long black hair who I later came to recognized as the Ex-code Hitomi (but that's a tale for another day). We were subject babies, breaded and raised (to a tender age) in 'The Doctor's' laboratory. My brother was nine and I was all but four years old, when the Nevada's adopted us. Since I was old enough to remember, I've been getting weird injections twice a week, the same as Night. We were part of some experiment you could say. Inhumane freaks. Each shot that we received were in a form of greenish goo. That's until someone out there heard our silent plea and came to our aid. Even though he turned South, I will always be grateful to him.
Life with the Nevada's were nothing like we thought it would be. They saved us from despair. They excepted us with all our fouls and made the best of the situation. Night and I used to be inseparable. I never truly knew why he had left me behind to begin with, and I may never know the truth. It shall always remain a mystery, my explanation died off when our parents were laid to rest. Even if Midnight decides to share his reasons with me, I'll rather not hear it.
Now to get back to my story...