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Introduction

Nitori Aiichirou's wings were less than 7 feet wide, reaching just slightly farther than his arm span. Size wise, unlike his mother whose wings were quite large and had feathers so long they practically dragged across the floor, his feathers were short and compact, so when he closed his wings it was almost as if he was wearing a small travel bag on his back. Mind you, a small silver, fluffy, moving travel pack. His wings were the same shade of light grey as his hair. His feathers were small and soft, and shortest where wing met back and got slightly longer as they went. His wings were also very resistant to water, a helpful feature. But most of all they were small. Very small.

As a child this wasn't an issue most childrens wings were tiny and fairly useless until they reached adolescence when their growth hormones kicked in. So no one worried one bit. They were, in fact delighted to have been blessed with a child with such beautiful wings. Soft grey feathers lining his wings, reflecting silver in the sunlight and dappled in light speckles of white, it was quite a gift. His family was also pleasantly surprised to find his feathers had an extra genetic gift, his wings were naturally very water resistant.

As he got older he made many friends in elementary school blissfully unaware of society's worth system. The young children held no prejudice against each other, wings all differents sizes and colors yet all still on the same basic level. Nitori happily playing with the other children, trying to get his little wings to lift him off the ground. His childhood was uneventful and overall very enjoyable.

When he entered middle school he decided to put his water resistant feathers to use and joined a small community swim team for children his age. He made friends and enjoyed himself immensely. Especially when his team entered a swimming tournament, though they didn't win Nitori had fun swimming and he got to see lots of amazing teams compete.

As the Nitori and his classmates grew kids began to experiment with their wings. Trying harder to get off the ground, washing their wings with all sorts of odd soaps and washes hoping that it would turn the feathers another more appealing color. But Nitori wasn't concerned his wings would grow and he was fine with whatever they became.

It wasn't until his final year of middle school that things began to get rocky. Childrens wings began to grow just as they were. Boys and girls were suddenly much taller and their wings becoming much bigger to fit their changing size. Feathers growing longer and colors shifting and changing. It of course also made lots of hormonal and grumpy pre-teens, who were aching from their bodies growth and development.

But it also changed how they treated one another. Wings that were more attractive, wings that were bigger, kids who could fly faster or soar higher than other suddenly became the gods of the school. And kids like Nitori became the bottom of the food chain.

Now Nitori's family became concerned, shouldn't his wings be growing? They tried everything, special foods and diets said to help wing development. They asked again and again if he felt an itch or painful sort of stretch in his muscles that signalled change. But his answer was always the same, no.

As the last year of middle school came to a close his parents decided to get a doctors advice. When they inquired the doctor assured them he was simply a late bloomer, nothing to worry about. His wings were healthy and strong, no ailments or cause for his lack of growth could be found. His parents minds were put to rest.

Summer held promises of sunshine and warmth, free of school worries and the ridicule of classmates Nitori looked forward to it. But it was much less carefree than he had expected, anywhere he went people inquired about his wings. Any relatives that visited over the summer asked the same questions and he gave them an answer identical to the one the doctor had given his parents. But as summer neared its end his mother scheduled another appointment, just a simple check-up before the school year began. After dropping him off inside with the doctor his mother promised she would be back soon, after she ran a few errands. So after a kiss on the forehead, a tight hug, and a wave goodbye she disappeared from sight.

He followed the doctor into his office and went through the normal test's and of course everything checked out healthy, until he turned to leave the office. He was wrenched around and met with a panicked doctor asking him rapid questions. For a few minutes everything descended into chaos as Nitori became flustered and fearful, and the doctor paced around the room muttering and mumbling a mile a minute. It wasn't until his mother stepped into the room finished with her chores. She took one look at her frightened son who was shaking like a leaf and the doctor who was flipping through medical books at a speed that was most likely giving him papercuts and put an end the things had been settled, both Nitori and his mother sat as the doctor apologized and explained his concerns.

Nitori was silent during the ride home, his mother threw concerned glances his way every few minutes but didn't push. When they arrived home, Nitori exited the car silently and entered the house heading up the stairs to his room before any his family could come out and inquire about their visit.

He took the steps of the stairs two at a time, rushing to his room before quietly closing the door behind himself with a small click. He stood like that, forehead pressed against the cool wood as he took shaky gulps of air. Slowly pulling away from the door Nitori made his way to the center of him room. His eyes found the window, which was slightly ajar white curtains dancing with the

soft wind. Gazing out at the blue of the sky, clouds floating lazily along.

He stretched his wings letting the muscles pull and tighten as they flexed. Then he walked forward and threw himself down onto the his bed. Burying his face into his duvet savouring the softness and familiar scent of washing detergent.

A familiar creak was heard as his door was opened. Nitori didn't react focusing on keeping his breathing slow and even. Soft footsteps thumped across his room till they reached his bedside, the bed dipped under the new weight. A hand began to gently comb through silver locks and Nitori couldn't stop the small sob that escaped him. The cries grew louder becoming more frantic and desperate. Hot tears burning his eyes but the hand continued to calmly stroke his head as all the grief poured from his eyes.

His wings weren't going to grow. They never would. For whatever reason his wings were done developing.

Eventually the sobs quieted into weak sniffles, the pain and ache was still there, but maybe some part of him had known. Had already figured out that his wings weren't ever going to get bigger. After a few minutes of just soft breathing he lifted his head to look at the owner of the hand that was still petting his head. He looked up at his older sister who smiled softly down at him,he gave her a watery smile in return.

She opened her arms and Nitori scrambled up and threw himself into her embrace. He pressed his face into her shoulder letting her own large white wings envelope them in a soft cocoon of warmth. Nitori didn't know how long he let himself grip her, but he felt his consciousness begin to drift worn out from all the crying.

He woke finding himself laying in bed tucked under his blanket, by the sound of the birds and the dull light that filtered in through the window told him he must have slept through the rest of the day as well as the night.

He spent the rest of the day at home, not yet ready to go out and deal with people quite yet. But he found that staying home was just as tiring. His family was treating him like he was made of glass and it was grating on Nitori's nerves. He thought that maybe after a few days they would stop. They didn't. He thought maybe they would stop after a few weeks. They didn't. He was losing hope but thought maybe, just maybe, they would stop after a few months. They didn't.

Nitori searched for a boarding school somewhere he could get away from all the pity filled faces. He applied and was accepted. He began his first year of highschool at Samezuka Academy.

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