Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Hobbit characters, only my own.

Be aware: modern AU, Kili and Fili aren't brothers (again), contains plot and sex.

His dad died long ago and his only memory of him was his long, ebony black hair which he had dressed in a ponytail that swung around as he bent down to kiss his baby boy who was laying in his wooden cradle. In the style of his father and as a memento Kíli had grown his also ebony hair as long as his father's.

He was now in second year of high school as four of his classmates were trying to immerse his head into the toilet just for fun. Well, Kíli was the best in class, no, the best of the whole high school what made him the number one nerd and mostly unsolicited boy in school. He never had a girlfriend before nor a good friend to talk to. He was somehow cursed in making friends so that nothing else was left than learning and studying at the library or at home doing everything on his own. This lack of friends got him into troubles every day as seen now as his head was dipped into the cold, disgusting water of the toilet and no one was going to help him. The boys behind him who made him bent down, laughed pretty hard and took photos as usual as the dripping hair was shown. They would post it on the internet and maybe a photo on the clipboard at the cafeteria, too, to make a fool out of him again. No one would resist someone like Henry, this stupid brat who deemed he was the leader of his little gang.

Kíli didn't show his angry, soon crying face and tried to hide it behind his dark, wet locks. One of them gave him a kick in the ass as they vanished out of the closets laughing and giggling about their childish prank.

Kíli, alone by himself, leaned against the wall playing with his glasses and smiled sadly while ignoring the smelling water which soaked his shirt and trouser wet. This was the only attention he got for being good at school. It hurts him the most that nobody wanted to help or defend him and that he was alone, so very alone. Even if he had fought there was no way that he could win. Tears of sadness rolled over his face as he sobbed into his hands, not being able to control his feelings anymore. He had enough of this, enough of the mobbing, enough of his loneliness.

Kíli sat there in silence drying his face with the back of his hand as someone entered the bathroom. That someone was more like a young man than a boy, tall and with majestic tread. He was known as a biker with piercings in his ears and one on his lips, wore a leather jacket and a beard and he would come with his motorcycle each morning to the front gate to provoke the teachers. Kíli couldn't remember his name, because this guy only had a nickname: Fury. He was known for always getting into fights and troubling the teachers at school even though he was just one year older than Kíli. Fury looked at him in surprise, seeing this drenched creature on the floor, raising one of his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. He turned his back on him and Kíli saw the logo of his biker gang: "The Ereborn's". He didn't know what this meant, he just had seen them twice as they picked him up after school. Fury just peed, washed his hands and left without saying anything, even though he hesitated at the door. But this guy wouldn't trouble himself with such a pitiful person like the boy on the ground.

Slowly Kíli got up and looked into the mirror just to see that he looked really pathetic and abject. Unsurprisingly, someone like Fury wouldn't grant him another look than just one. A piece of shit would have got more attention. And this hair... He couldn't go home like this, being seen by his mother and seeing her troubled face wasn't something he would like to achieve. He also smelled disgustingly and wasn't even sure if he wouldn't just throw his cloths away when he arrived at home. So he went to the locker, got his training shirt and went to the shower in the fitting room. Surprisingly, it was empty. Kíli undressed quickly and moved into the open shower letting the hot water caress his body. The water steamed and it smelled of soap and shampoo, but somehow he still reeked of the smell of the toilet water and felt utterly disgusted with himself. With force he scrubbed his hair and went so far as to use the whole bottle of shampoo to get rid of that smell.

The door to the changing cubicle opened and closed again. Kíli could heard voices, he didn't want to remember, even though the water was splashing to the ground.

"Is he really in here?" Someone asked.

"I saw him entering," another voice answered slowly.

"Let's do it, before someone's comin' in!" a third voice said.

Kíli's body trembled in panic as he saw two of his classmates entering the shower room. He was completely naked and could do nothing then just putting his hands before his lower body to hide his manhood.

One of the boy's name was Henry, the leader for their doubtful game. The others had smart phones in their hands filming already the naked boy while making stupid jokes.

"Ah, Kíli, our dear geek," Henry snarled smiling and holding a black permanent maker in his hand twirling it like a magic stick. "You sure look pale."

His two friends giggled stupidly still focusing their cameras on Kíli who wanted nothing more than to hide or flee.

"You've no free time to enjoy the sun, do you?"

One of the boys turned around, looking irritated into the fitting room, but then looked back at Kíli who was trying to find a way out. He knew what would come and that he couldn't avoid to be painted on if he doesn't find the courage to fight for his life, even though he knew he wouldn't win. The three of them were pretty strong and at least one of them a member of the football team. Kíli moved backwards feeling the cold stone on his butt as he reached the wet wall.

"Let me color your life," said Henry who was nodding at his friends so that they would tie Kíli up for his plan.

- to be continued -

Beta - Amy - *worship*