My second Godchild fic is here! Woot! I got this idea from reading something, or watching something, I can't remember what, though. Reincarnation is something that's always fascinated me, and when I heard about it recently, I was all "ZohmigodgottawriteCainandRifffffffffff" Heh, heh. This fic is a lot harder to write than my other one, because it's more serious, and I want the boys modernized, but still themselves, you know? So, I know on my profile it says that once I start something it's all I can do to put it down for a minute, but you might have to wait for chapters with this. Sorry! I want to put out the best I can for you guys, so be patient with me, okay? I'll do my best not to keep you waiting for TOO long, but no promises. OTL Anyway, enjoy! :D

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Prologue

"Are you ready to accompany me on the road to Hell?...It's not too late to regain your former happiness."
"That would mean destroying my only reason to live. Is it your wish that I should die?"

Forever. You promised forever…

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"Samuel?" Aleecia Ann Grady turned around so that she could look at her son, who was sitting in the back seat of her car.

Cain started, yanked out of his reverie by his mother's voice. "Yeah, Mom?"

"Are you feeling all right, sweetie?" she asked, reaching back to feel his forehead, pushing back the black bangs that fell down into his shockingly green eyes.

Cain moved out from under his mother's touch. "I'm fine," he insisted, unbuckling and making to get out of the car.

"You sure you don't want me to come in with you?" she asked anxiously.

"Mother, I'm fifteen years old. I don't need you to hold my hand anymore."

She sighed. "I suppose you're right. Have a good day, alright?"

He nodded and shut the door, then walked up the front steps of his new high school.

His mother watched him go, chewing on her bottom lip. Samuel, who actually preferred his middle name, Cain, had always been prone to strange dreams and periods of time where he would just zone out completely. However, ever since she and her husband had announced they were moving to their son, both had gotten much stronger and far more common. What had previously been rare occurrences and a minor difficulty had now become something that happened once or twice daily. Cain would space out at the most inconvenient of times and it was getting harder and harder to bring him back to reality. He would wake in a cold sweat almost every night, muttering incomprehensibly and was rarely able fall back to sleep. Aleecia was worried that lack of sleep, combined with his daydreams would prove dangerous.

Nevertheless, Cain had managed to convince her to let him go to a regular school, instead of the cyber school that she had suggested. He'd always strived for normalcy, and a cyber school was anything but "normal" in his book.

Aleecia's eyes were still trained on the back of her son's head as he disappeared into the building, and then her cell phone rang. She fumbled around for it, and flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Cain gone?" came her husband's voice.

"He just went in," she told him, not quite managing to disguise her uneasiness.

"Don't worry," her husband told her gently.

"I'm his mother. It's my job to worry," she insisted.

"He'll be fine," he soothed. "He's a good kid. He's got a decent head on his shoulders, he's resourceful, smart, and his heart's in the right place."

"But what if something bad happens?" she fretted. "He's so impetuous."

"In case you haven't noticed," her husband pointed out wryly, "Cain has an incredible talent for self-preservation. I really doubt we have anything to worry about." He had a point. Cain had always been able to make incredible escapes from near death and other dangerous situations. He wasn't necessarily careful, but he was certainly an extremely lucky boy.

"You're right," Aleecia sighed. "I'll be home soon."

"Alright. I'll see you in ten."

She hung up the phone and pulled away from the curb, still trying to reassure herself.

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As Mrs. Grady's Volkswagen proceeded down the street a sleek, black Mercedes pulled in. The driver turned to look at the boy in the back of the car. "Master Riff?"

The young man glanced up. His ice blue eyes bored into his chauffeur's face, and the man looked down. "We're here, sir."

"Yes, Nigel," came the vague reply. "I am aware."

Riff Reynolds stepped gracefully out of the car. His hair, so blond it was the palest shade of blue, gleamed in the morning sunlight. He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked slowly and deliberately toward the doors of the school. He was the son of an enormously wealthy politician and he moved in a refined manner with a hint of superiority, as if, while he didn't want to bring attention to his position, he couldn't help walking as if he knew it. He was anything but cocky; in fact he barely noticed anyone enough to be cocky*. Nigel had been working for the Reynolds' for well over fifteen years, and he'd made the observation that their son, while not unkind, was just a rather detached young fellow. He seemed to live in his own world, far apart from the rest of mankind.

These two boys, as different as they were, were about to encounter something that would change both of their lives forever; each other.

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* This is an observation from the point of view of the chauffeur, not the actual truth. Riff is a very perceptive person, and he notices everything (does that sound too redundant? Sorry, OTL). He is very detached, and he doesn't really like interacting with people, but he isn't as out of it as people who know him think in this story. Also, what do you think of the role reversal, with Riff being the rich one and Cain being a normal person? I thought it was a pretty cool idea, but then again, who am I to judge my own work? OTL See you in the next chapter!