This fanfic is dedicated to Snivygirl07/Inita xD

Okay, I've wanted to write this fanfic for a loooong time, but my writing sucked... It still sorta does, but since Inita's dedicating her Kluke/Shu one shot to me, I really want to write my one for her. So this fanfic is to thank her for critiquing my work, helping me improve, being a great person to talk to and for dedicating one of your amazing fanfics to me:D)

Partically AU, game personalities.

Sorry for OOCness:/

Sorry if this isn't very good, I really wanted to get the first chapter finished tonight after what happened:/ That also may explain why the chapter's a bit short...

Starting school for the first time was a difficult time for most kids, especially one with no friends. Most kids in the town were sterotypical, even at their young age. The majority of them were influenced by older siblings or the town bullies, leaving several kids with no friends. A young boy was one of these few people. His hair was short and straight, the shade of brown matching his eyes. He'd never really been popular with anybody because he was clever. Most people believed this made him a geek; geeks were believed to be anti-social know it alls, that constantly correct you and become unbearable. He didn't really live up to this 'judgement,' and realised that the people that believed he was one of them, weren't worth being his friends.

"This isn't going to work, Jiro." His father sighed, indicating to the robot his son had created. "You're too young to be trying to perfect things like this."

Jiro calmly nodded his head whilst flicking the switch to his robot. The robot beeped twice, and began to crackle. He picked up the controller, and directed the small robot to go to his father. It obeyed and his father's eyes widened in surprise. "Well done, son." He smiled.

Unexpectedly, the robot started to smoke, making hissing noises like a frightened cat. Jiro sighed, putting his face in his hand. Why had he expected his plan to go perfectly? "It's okay, Jiro. Nobody's perfect, and you're only young." His father said, comforting him. He put his arms around his son and gave him a hug. "Come on, you've got to prepare for your first day of school tomorrow."

Jiro's eyes widened slightly as he remembered. "Thanks for reminding me," He said impassively, nodding at his father.

Jiro woke twenty minutes before his alarm went off. He lay in his bed, trying to decide whether he needed those extra minutes. When he finally climbed out of bed, he'd lost fifteen of those precious minutes, doing neither of the two things he'd wished to do. He sighed, carefully making his way out of his bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen.

"Morning, Mum." Jiro greeted him mother. She put down her knife, which she was making his sandwiches with, and gave him a hug.

"You should be in bed still, Jiro..." His mother whispered, but didn't object much further. He calmly shrugged his shoulders, and began his task of making breakfast for the two of them. As he'd finished, Jiro carefully set them on the table and began eating his breakfast.

"Thank you, Jiro." His mother said happily, smiling as she began eating her own. "You're so selfless."

"Jiro," His father began urgently, appearing from no where, looking slightly alarmed. "The school's having a presentation... We have to arrive an hour earlier... Basically, we have to be there in fifteen minutes." Now, Jiro really did wish that he hadn't wasted fifteen minutes deciding whether to sleep or wake.

He rushed into his room, feeling slightly more down about his first day at school. Jiro had had his whole morning planned out, but now it'd been ruined. Quickly, he changed into his black, long sleeved turtle neck, light green tunic and white trousers. Although he felt like he was missing something, Jiro zoomed back down the stairs, quickly running his small comb through his hair.

"Jiro, you forgot something." His mother reminded him, as he pulled on his knee high, tan boots that had a white fold.

"What?" He said, wondering if that was why he was feeling like he'd forgotten something. His mother smiled slightly, and then revealed his thick, brown belt from behind her back. "Thanks, mum." Jiro said, hugging her thankfully and putting it around his abdomen. "See you later." He shouted as his father shut the door behind them both. The boy looked up at his father, almost feeling nervous. Nevertheless, he sucked it in, and slightly looked forward to his day ahead. Maybe it hadn't gone to plan, but not everything does.

I hope you like the first chapter, Inita and I hope you're okay..