A bryan/oc fic for all of yous. It kind of came out of no where, so I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it, but I like it. ^-^ I hope you like it too.
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A scowling teen stood in front of a large older house. It was very quaint with a metal fence circling it as far as he could see, a door with a path leading from it to the house. There was a porch on the front and a few well-worn chairs facing the snow-studded front lawn.
He hated it already.
With a sigh he stepped up to the fence door and pushed down on the latch. He nudged it open with his hip, adjusting the large duffel bag on his shoulder. Walking up to the large wooden door he wondered how someone could care for several children and still own such a revoltingly pretty house. It was old – Victorian he guessed – and it would have required quite a bit of up keeping.
His hand hovered over the bell and decided instead to knock. Just to see if they were the type to apologize for it not working. After doing so, sharply and hard, he stood with his weight on his right leg, wondering if, perhaps, they were gone out and he wouldn't have to come.
Footsteps dissolved his one of his small and rare fantasies and arrived at the door. He let out a sigh. Fate didn't like him.
A first, inside door opened and then the heavier outside door. A teen maybe his age held the heavy door open and looked at him appraisingly. Shaggy black hair with white streaks in it fell in front of the boys half-closed eyes, giving him a sleepy look.
"Zac don't hold the fuckin door open, you're freezing us out!!"
The kid looked back inside towards the voices and then looked back at the newcomer.
"What do you want?" he said slowly and as though with great effort.
"Is this the group house?" he asked stiffly, wondering who was in charge around here.
"Yes," the kid answered warily.
"Can I talk to the parents?"
The kid opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by a girl coming behind him. "I thought I told you to shut the bloody door!"
Her dark eyes narrowed as she glared at him.
"Now what do you want?" she growled with an irritableness that the pale-haired teen supposed was supposed to scare him. Some people.
"Where are Mr. and Mrs. Kay?" he asked, his bored tone hiding his growing annoyance.
His answer was cut off yet again by another girl. She was dressed rather haphazardly and was wearing lots of obvious make-up.
"What does he want?" she asked the other girl.
"He wants to see the parents," she replied as though he wasn't even there. He felt his eye twitch in annoyance as the little kid slipped out under the arguing girls and away.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the grip on his beyblade in his pocket was becoming painfully tight.
Another group of footsteps approached and the girls fell into a sulky silence as they saw who it was.
"What are you doing?" she hissed at the two girls, slipping by them to stare him in the face.
"Who are you looking for?" she asked politely, shooting a glare at the teenage girls behind her.
"Mr. and Mrs. Kay," he repeated, happy to find someone was intelligent in this idiot house.
"Yeah, they live here. Do you want to come in and I'll go get them? What's your name?"
Bryan stepped hesitantly forward and crossed over the doorstep. The two girls moved away, muttering to each other, and shooting him glances.
"My name's Bryan Vladmir," he answered, following the tall raven-haired girl further into the house. She ushered him into a living room that looked to be in too good shape to be used commonly.
"Alright Bryan, you can sit down and I'll be back in a sec."
She disappeared back through the door and Bryan wondered mildly if he would be mobbed by those girls again. He shuddered. If he had to live with them 24/7, someone was going to die.
Fortunately for both parties, no one interrupted him and he sat in silence, waiting for his hosts in a big wing-backed chair with his bag lying on the carpet near his feet.
He was prepared to pick it up in a moments notice, he didn't know if he was even allowed shoes on this floor. His experience with a new place was: expect more rules than can be rationally explained and be prepared to follow them.
A dark-haired woman entered the room, her hair up in a messy bun that she patted nervously as she entered. She was dressed in a sort of careful casual. Not jeans and a t-shirt, but not formal either.
He rose automatically to meet her and extended a hand. She shook his hand in a friendly manner and then brought an irritable scowl to Bryan's face as she refused to let go of his hand. He gritted his teeth and let it go.
"Hello, you must be the new boarder we've been expecting. I'm Mary Kay, you can call me Mary or mother or even mom if you'd like."
Bryan quickly decided on Mary.
"My husband isn't here right now but you can meet him at supper. I won't bother explaining how everything works here now, but I'll make sure you meet everyone tonight at our family discussion time."
Bryan warily asked, "How often is this discussion time?"
"Every night," the lady chirped, while Bryan looked at her in horror. They expected him to stay in a family group every single night until next year?!
Ignoring or not noticing the look on Bryan's face at that idea, Mary said: "Well, I'll get someone to show you to our room. You'll be sharing a bathroom with our other boy, Zackary. He has the room adjoining yours and I'm sure if you asked him anything he would be sure to help."
Bryan thought she must be crazy to think that that mouse of a kid would actually try and make friends with him. And as for those two girls... well, they better stay out of his way.
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Bryan put another forkful of spaghetti in his mouth and watched carefully all the other occupants of the round table. Not that it would be any other shape, with these idiot do-gooders.
He had just met the father, a slightly balding man with thin wire glasses. He had a perpetual smile on and looked like the psychiatrist Bryan had first gone to. "Well," he decided,"they all act the same, why shouldn't they all look the same?"
So that ever-conspiring head of the BBA had stuck him in a group-of-weirdoes home with two jackass psychologists to take care of him for a year or more. Who on earth did he think he was?
Bryan growled softly and speared a meatball. He did not like this one bit. To make it worse, when he looked up he saw that slutty girl from before giving him a Look. Un.Hunh. Like he would go anywhere near that... thing.
"Would you like to share your thoughts, Bryan?"
He looked up to see the woman smiling at him in what might have been an encouraging way, except for the fact that Bryan felt like throwing up from her sweetness.
"No," he grunted, turning back to his food.
The woman made a disapproving noise, but decided not to press him. It was only his first day after all. He would get used to it and maybe she could get him to open up a little bit more tonight at the meeting.
Bryan was deciding otherwise.
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Bryan eyed the girl sitting next to him discreetly and when receiving another one of those "Looks" he promptly stood up and switched chairs. The girl was looking rather crestfallen, but not discouraged, when the two house-parents came into the same room he had been led to this afternoon.
"Alright kids, settle down," Mary chirped with her indefatigable, cheery smile. She sent a special smile towards her newest family member, but Bryan was looking conveniently away.
Not discouraged, she turned back to the group currently arguing in low tones in front of her.
Her husband took his regular seat, the one Bryan had chosen on his first arrival and she sat down beside him.
"So kids," the man said in his usual slow condescending tone. "I think we all know we have a new visitor. His name's Bryan and he's from Russia."
The said beyblader found his eye twitching from the condescending tone in the psychiatrist's tone. Thank god he wouldn't see him very often, apparently.
"So who would like to go first in the introductions? I think you will, Mary?"
Bryan kept his face impassive as the two parents told some superficial things about themselves. The father's name was Ethan.
Next the slut eagerly raised her hand to speak.
"Hi, I'm Meredith," she said in an obviously false sweet tone, fluttering her eyelashes. "I like movies and money," she giggled, "and guys."
Bryan could hear the unspoken words clearly: "Like you."
He heard a sigh of disapproval and looked towards the noise. The girl who had initially greeted him rolled her eyes expressively from where the parents couldn't see her.
He felt his lips twitch slightly in a smirk and he carefully turned his eyes to the next person in the line.
"I'm Mel. I don't like guys, they're all assholes." After that curt intro, she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and lit one.
"Melanie, put that out!" Ethan chided angrily, reaching over to pull the stick out of her grasp. She growled at him and pulled out another.
He heard that sigh again, and a smirk twisted his lips. Living with these people would be interesting.
The next person was the little guy that had opened the door first. He was hidden deep in the cushions of an over sized chair and didn't look like he was entirely here.
Bryan heard him mumble something at the pressing of the father and then, after a mini-lecture to talk louder that sounded much worn, he said only slightly louder: "I'm Zac and I like guitars."
Bryan now turned his eyes to the girl that had proved to be the only "normal" person in this house.
"I'm Alexandria, call me Alex and I like to read and do "boring" things" she said in a rather bored tone.
The pop of a gum bubble punctuated the end of her introduction and Bryan looked at the parents for confirmation of the end of this excruciating period.
The father stood up and clapped his hands cheerfully. "Alright you may go now," he said, but the words were barely out of his mouth before the two girls were fighting into the hallway and away about television.
Zac headed, silent and as noticeable as a ghost, up the stairs, to his room, Bryan guessed. The remaining girl, Alex, was curled up in the chair Zac had vacated with a book.
Bryan walked up the stairs and up another flight to his and Zac's rooms. He heard soft music playing in his neighbor's room, but ignored it. Sitting down on his bed he gazed around the room and sighed.
"A new life and new people. Horrible parents, horrible siblings. Not that much of an improvement if you ask me."
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