**EDIT: so yah this got reported and taken down JUST because it was originally written in second person so I had to go through and replace all the "you've" and "you's" with "I've" and "I's" so it's back up ((not at its full glory but whatevs.)) and I hope you guys enjoy. This story is pretty much my baby so PLEASE treat it nicely!

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I heard the door in the other room creak open and I knew they were home. I looked over at my baby sitter, Jane. She smiled and nodded in approval. I started to go into the other room but thought better of it and grabbed Jane's hand, and drug her along with me. As soon as I saw my father, I bolted into his arms. I heard him laugh as he picked me up and twirled me around 3 times. I pulled away from him to see my mother standing in the doorway holding a figure, only a little smaller than me. She looked down at it with a warm smile on her face, gently swaying back and forth in a rocking motion. She looked at me, still beaming and bent down to show me what was in her arms. But I already knew what it was. I looked down at my baby brother. He was adorable. He had long light brown hair, and he had olive-y skin. His eyes were big and grey. He lifted up his tiny hand and touched my makeup encrusted face. He looked at me with obvious wonder in those big grey eyes.

"Hi little bro. I'm Gamzee. What's your name?"

My mom laughed. "His name is Karkat, Gamzee. He's three. Only two years younger than you."

I pulled my gaze away from my little brother and looked at my mom's beautiful face. I look a lot like her. Crazy black hair, indigo blue eyes, pale complexion, very, very skinny, and really tall. "That's a really good name. I think he'll like it."

Karkat laughed and I smiled down at him. "I'll watch after you, bro. We're gonna be really good friends, you'll see! We're gonna drink Faygo together, and we're gonna play video games, and bake pies!"

I sip my Faygo and remember that particular promise that I made when I was five. I still remember it. I just wish it was easier to keep. He won't go NEAR a Faygo. The memory is a bit hazy, due to the eleven years separating me from it and the special ingredient I put in my pies.

Most people have brownies. But I have my pies. My wonderful pies. Most people won't eat them with me due to the fact that they don't much resemble a pie at all. It kind of looks like lime Jell-O only thinner and it's in a pie tin. It's kind of like slime. I made up a name for it once… I think I called it Sopor. I grin. That sounds right. Sopor slime pie.

"UH HELLO?! GAMZEE! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!" Karkat's voice breaks my train of thought. I look down at him.

"Oh, uh sorry bro. What's up?"

His arms are crossed. He mutters something under his breath. Probably 'Fuckass'. "Gamzee if you're not going to pay attention, then I won't talk."

"Naw lil' bro. I was just zonin' out a little. Talk to me."

"Gam, I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"You're still my little brother Karbro. So anyways what's on your thinkpan?"

"Terezi. She's only interested in that cool kid, Dave."

"Ya just gotta prove ya love her more than that motherfuckin douchebag. Trust me. I had to save Tav from Vriska… the motherfucker didn't deserve to be treated like that…"

"I knew you would say that. Why do I even come to you for love advice, Gamz-"

I bear hug him to shut him up. I love my brother. He's pretty much my best friend. Us two are just that close. But he rages… and talks… A LOT. The motherfucker just needs to sit back and enjoy the motherfuckin scenery, you know? He's wiggling. His voice is muffled, but I make it out.

"GAMZEE! LET ME GO! I CANT BREATHE!"

Reluctantly I set him down and finish off my mixture of frosted flakes and lucky charms, then put my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher while I wait for Kar to finish his raisin bran. I grimace. God, why does he eat that? It tastes like shit. Definitely not sweet enough. Not sweet enough for me anyways. I look at the clock on my phone at pretty much the same time Karkat does.

7:55 AM

We are going to be late for school. Karkat seems to realize this, then spazzes out and starts gagging on a spoonful of cereal. "How the pulsating FUCK did it get so late already?!" Karkat hates being late to school. Or to anything, for that matter. Once, around three years ago I was responsible to take him to a boy scouts meeting, and I forgot my wallet at the house, so instead of taking the bus we had to walk. We were thirty minutes late. The troop leader, Mr. Hussie was not pleased. Ever since then Karkat has been punctual as fuck. I never really cared for being on time. But I'm never intentionally late. I just take it slow. Unless it's a date with Tav. In which case, I REALLY try to be on time.

Karkat seems to have finished that slop he calls a breakfast cereal because he's moving in a blur around the kitchen, cleaning off the counter, putting his bowl in the dishwasher and opening one of those weird shake n' go smoothies he likes. He starts towards the door then stops and looks back at me, going at my snailish pace.

"Gamzee, what the fuck?! We are going to be late! Hurry your clown ass up!"

"I'm goin'. Just chill man."

He starts to open his mouth to talk, then stops. He knows I won't speed up.

I finally get into my car. A purple 2003 ford Taurus. It was a gift from my uncle. He's in an insane asylum. He always used to call himself "grand high blood" and said stuff like "die low blood scum" whenever he saw Tav. Or… any of my friends. Except for Eridan and Feferi. But I'm not particularly close to them.

This makes me think of Kurloz. I really wish it hadn't. I don't like to think about him. Karkat doesn't even know about him. And I'd rather him not.

Karkat smacks me in the back of the head, bringing me back to earth. "Drive, fuckass!"

I blink and turn the keys in the ignition. I'm not thinking about this today. I'm not crying today. I'm not fucking up my makeup.

My name is Karkat Makara. And I'm adopted. I do know my real last name. It's Vantas. I like it. A lot. I think it suits me better than Makara. But the Makaras took me in when I was three. And the Vantases gave me up. They tossed me to the side without a second thought. I don't know anything about my real parents. I don't know how I was even given up. And to tell the truth, I don't fucking care. All I know is the assholes gave me up without so much as a letter.

I look over at Gamzee, my brother. He walks next to me, taking his steps in long strides. My brother is tall, pale, and skin and bones with dark blue, almost purplish eyes. His hair is absolutely crazy. It's thick, black, curly and a little matted. Gamzee is an overall good looking guy except for the makeup he cakes on his face. The chicks are always all over him. He is currently with a cripple named Tavros. Tavros is cute. Adorable, really. He's pretty shy. But he's good for Gamzee.

I'm cute, but in a brotherly way. I have olive skin, light brown hair, and big, round slate grey eyes. I'm short. My big brother dwarfs me. But he's tall compared to an average guy. I prod one of my pointy teeth with my tongue. No, I don't have vampire teeth or anything like that and I don't claim to. But all of my teeth are kind of pointy. I rub my eyes. I'm always tired.

"OH KARKLESSSSSSSSSSS" I instantly perk up. Terezi is coming toward me. She's beautiful. She has auburn hair, sexy Curves, and beautiful aqua marine eyes that match her gorgeous, luscious, berry colored lips perfectly. It's too bad she can't see out of those amazing eyes. Today she's wearing her signature red sunglasses, black sparkly skinny jeans, a red button up, a red suit jacket, a black tie and black ballet flats finished off with a sparkly red headband.

She doesn't ever use her walking stick unless she has to. She comes running to me, and hugs me tightly.

"Hi Terezi."

"HEHEHEEHEH HIIIII!" she starts sniffing me.

"Stop that."

She "looks" at me and pouts. "What's the magic word, Karkles?"

I grunt, and give her the evil eye, even though she can't see it. Maybe she feels it… "PLEASE."

"There you go!" she grins with those teeth that look so much like mine. The teeth are why I thought that we might be related to each other at first but our resemblance stops there.

"T.Z." Fuck. That was Dave. Me AND my brother's worse enemy. Gamzee. I look at him. The same expression is on his face that I'm sure is on mine. I almost forgot he was there. He's been quiet. That's rare for him. Something has to be wrong. Usually he'd be honking that gog-awful horn.

Dave comes up and puts his arm around Terezi, which angers me. I've grown up with her next door. Us two have always been really good friends. But I love her. It's not fair that this douchebag comes waltzing in, stealing her from me.

"DAVE!" she forgets me and leans into him. "Hey Karkles… I'm going to hang out with Dave a little bit before class, ok?"

"Yeah… cool."

They walk away, and Terezi laughs musically.

"Want me to walk you to class, motherfucker?" Gamzee's eyes aren't on me though. They're on Tavros, who's sitting near the handicap ramp, talking to Kanaya.

"No, fuckass. Go to your boyfriend."

"Thanks, Kar." He hugs me and runs off.

I roll my eyes at my… ECCENTRIC brother and walk into the school.

I open my locker. It's second period and I'm on my way to third. History. I hate history. It's not because I'm bad at it. I'm actually a phenomenal student. It's just… not really my thing. I switch out my books and close my locker. Luckily it's not a long walk because my history class is literally RIGHT next to my locker. I march mechanically into class and take my seat. I draw until class starts and finally get bored doodling in my notebook so I consider Gamzee's advice for my Terezi situation. How to show Terezi i love her…

Maybe I stand outside her window and sing a song? No! Fuck, that's cheesy! Although she loves that kinda stuff.

"Mr. Makara." my teacher snaps me out of my daydream.

"Oh… uh… yes Miss Tanner?"

"You are needed in the office."

I nod and walk to the door as my classmates let out a chorus of 'ooh' and 'you're in trouble, Karkat!" I just roll my eyes and ignore them. I know I didn't do anything… but I am a little curious.

I walk into the office. There's no one in here except the receptionist, Mrs. Sonica and a man in a red turtleneck. I nod in acknowledgement at him and turn to the secretary.

"Mrs. S?"

She doesn't even look at me. Just points to the man.

"Talk to him, sweetie."

I look at him. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Karkat…"

"Yes?"

"I'm- I'm your big brother… Kankri."

At first I doubt it. I think he's lying. He can't be my brother. Then I see the resemblance. The hair… the skin… the eyes… the face shape… he smiles. I gulp. Yep, even the teeth. It's like I'm looking in a mirror that shows me what I'll look like when I'm older. Kankri can't be more than thirty.

My heart stops and my blood runs cold in my veins. My mouth dries up instantly and I think I'm going to be sick. My legs feel like Jell-O. I feel a rush of emotions. Anger. Fear. Confusion. But there's one that comes out on top. Need. I need my brother. The one I grew up with. The one I've known my whole life. I glance at the receptionist.

"Please call Gamzee in here… Please."

Two minutes later gam is here. He looks at me. "Sup lil bro?" and he follows my gaze to Kankri and a look of pure anger streaks his face.

"YOU!" He snarls at him.

Kankri nods. "Makara."

This is the longest entry on my whole account. It's because I love this story and I think it may be going somewhere and there are so many possibilities for it. ^u^ Don't worry, eventually you'll know why gam is fuckin' pissed. Honk :o) I LIVE FOR REVIEWS!