Hey everyone. I know it's been a while since I last posted anything but life has been keeping me away. For those of you that have been following my profile don't worry, I have every intention of finishing 'Beautiful Protector' and I have started on the rewrite of 'The kids and the Allspark'. But in the mean time I have decided to post this little side story. Got into the whole Ben 10 craze after omnitrix came out and this is what happens when you stay up too late at night watching the episodes. This fanfic has litrally been just sitting on my machine for the last year and a half, so I appologise a head of time if some of the spelling, grammer, ectra is bad. If there are mistakes I just want to ask you readers that you would please just take a moment to leave a note or something behind. They really help for my writing to improve. Anyway enough rambling, let's get this show on the road.
Prime's sparkling does not own Ben 10 nor shall never own it. She only owns her OCs.
Chapter 1
Bellwood was never a place that Kyle considered going to. It was never on his list. He had nothing against the small town but there was nothing that seemed to interest him in the place. He gave the house an expressionless stare, feeling terrified inside when the car pulled to a stop in front of the place they would be calling home and wished that they could just turn around and back to South Africa. It was a small complex compared to the house they had lived in before and the last owner had not taken very good care of it. Hardly any of the paint had survived the harsh winter and the grass on the property stood at high lengths and dried out completely. Even the small shrubs that had been put at the edge of the sidewalk had long since dried out and shriveled out.
"It's smaller than I thought it would be," Sam said seemingly just as he glanced over his shoulder unimpressed over his shoulders and Kyle nodded at the ginger haired boy's thoughts.
"Maybe it's bigger inside?" Kyle asked reaching out a gloved hand to grab the bag he had left in the middle seat. He glanced at Sam carefully though the visor that rested over his eyes and wished for a moment that he could be able to see without it. Perhaps then he would not feel as out of place. He glanced back at the house, "All it needs is a little bit of work."
"At least you're positive about it," Sam chuckled lugging an arm around the younger boy's shoulder, "That's all that's important little brother,"
"Little brother?!" Kyle said incredulous, but his face remained impassive as he shoved the other boy away from him, "You're only eight days older than me."
"Ahh," Sam tisked shaking his finger at him, "But your still eight days younger. That makes you the little brother in my book."
Kyle's mouth popped open in shock. He couldn't think of a comeback to that one and instead gave a little growl and leapt onto his brother. The older boy was more than happy to continue the mock fight as they twisted and turned around on the back seat. They tumbled around until Sam had twisted so much that he had kicked the driver's seat full on.
"Boys," Harry Colson snapped at them but his eyes caught theirs in the window and both boys comically froze where they lay, Sam halve way about to pull Kyle into a head lock and Kyle about to bite the arm that held him in a head lock, "No fighting in the car and Kyle no biting."
"Ya sir," they said quietly. The man's eyes softened slightly and he released the tight grip he had on the steering wheel.
"It's been a long drive, "Harry said after a moment, eyeing the house out the corner of his eyes, "I'm sure that all of you are tired from the drive and the flight over. Why don't you boys go take a look and pick out your rooms?"
Sam didn't have to be told twice. He threw open the door on his side and was in the house in the blink of an eye. Kyle waited a moment. The bravado he had felt a moment ago had left him and the uncertainty from before had recoiled around his gut. He forced his face back into it blank state and he warily fingered the straps of his bag as he eyed the house as if it was diseased through the visor on his face.
"It's not going to bite you know," Harry said encouragingly but ten sighed when he refused to move and inch from where he sat, "I know the move's been hard on you kiddo, but it's for the best ok?"
Kyle said nothing. He took one last deep breath and quietly threw open the door and stepped summer heat of Bellwood's streets. It was dry and while he had been though worse back in South Africa, at least there he had the humidity on his side. That wasn't a choice him here and he grimaced at the thought of dehydrating in the heat. There were other houses in the area, each as neat as the next and for all intents and purposes, normal. He sighed, it seemed he had been doing that a lot in the past few days since Harry had gotten the job offer for a company just a few blocks where they were staying. He didn't know about the sudden decision, but perhaps he could actually make some connections with people here.
A fresh start.
That he could agree with.
"Dude I found the biggest one and it's all mine now!" Sam said sticking his head out of the window.
He may have had a new chance, but first he had a brother to kill.
He and Sam had to share a room as it turned out. He was in their room, measuring out how he would build his tank without going over the divide line that separated his part of the room from Sam's when the doorbell in front rang. He froze and felt himself begin to shake. Sam and Harry had gone out to argue with the movers whom had managed to get their belongings to the wrong house and had left him to his own devices. The door rang again and Kyle closed his hands into fists.
'I can do this,' he thought as he made his way to the front door, 'this isn't the Cape anymore, no one knows me and they don't know about my freakiness either.'
He opened the rough wood door and was mutely surprised to see a middle-aged couple on the other side of it. The woman looked young with blond hair, well he thought it was blond but with his visor, it made it look like a pale orange instead, and blue eyes that widened in surprise when they laid themselves over his frame. The man stood taller than her and looked a little older than her with brown hair and bright green eyes which had widened much like his wife's. Kyle wasn't surprised in the least at the reaction. His leather jeans, black jacket, gloves, thick scarf and shaggy black hair would have made any person warily. Add in the red tinted visor that he wore as well as his blank expression and he knew they would be confused.
He cleared his throat and flicked his fingers to get rid of the last of his nervousness, "Hi."
A silence carried on, making him more uncomfortable until the woman seemed to pick up on it and she shook her head.
"Oh I'm so sorry," She said, "I'm Sandra Tennyson and this is my husband Carl. We live across the street from you."
"Thought we would come and welcome you to the neighborhood," Carl said with an uneasy smile that made Kyle want to flinch as though struck. It seemed that nothing changed no matter where he went.
He cleared his throat, "Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Tennyson. My name's Kyle Summers. My guardian and brother are not home at the moment and I would invite you in but I'm afraid there's nowhere for you to sit."
He meant it sincerely, but his voice was flat and dry as a desert.
"It's alright son," Carl said pulling at his collar, "We just came over to say hello."
"Have you had any problems unpacking?" Sandra asked somewhat calmly. It surprised Kyle for a moment. She had a strange look on her face that he couldn't decipher. It was like seeing him was something she saw every day, "If you are I'm sure my son Ben would be glad to lend a hand. He's not here right now but when he comes home I can always send him your way."
The boy was sure that he looked rude to them as he simply stood frozen in shock at the woman's warm attitude. He felt his mouth start to drop and pulled them shut before they realized he really was a freak.
"We should be fine Mrs. Tennyson but thank you for the offer," He said politely. Harry would have had his butt if he learnt Kyle had been disrespectful and he refused to treat woman with anything less than respectful. He wasn't his step father,"I'm sure we can manage alright."
"Well if you're it would be no bother to lend a hand," Sandra said again when her husband would not move from his spot, "Feel free to drop by at our place anytime and welcome to Bellwood. In fact, why don't you and your family drop by tomorrow tonight and join us for dinner?"
He froze. Did she really just? No one had ever invited him to anything before. Couldn't she see that he was a freak by his clothes or the way he talked?
"Sure," he said numbly still in shock. He didn't take note of their departing words and stood at the door until the blond woman had managed to drag her nervous husband across the street to their own home across from them. He closed his door without a word and leaned back, sagging against it until he was sitting on the floor.
"Jesus," he said to the empty space of the place he was supposed to call home. Ironically, it was the same as the hollow feeling he felt in his soul and in the depths of his gut, "What the hell did I get myself into."
It was close to dark by the time Benjamin Tennyson had walked through the door of his parent's house. Rook had just left and he had taken a moment to watch the people moving furniture into the house across them before he had gone into the door, making sure to stay within his curfew. He may have been the barer of the legendry omnitrix and the hero and savor of the known universe as well as several others but what his mom said was still law. His father was sitting on the couch when he walked in with a strange look on his face.
"Guess we got new neighbors," He said once he was in his father's earshot. He became slightly concerned when his father got a deer in headlights look, "Hey dad you ok?"
"Yes son," he said staking his son's concerned hand off his shoulder, "Your mother invited the new neighbors over for a family dinner tomorrow night."
"A family dinner?" Ben groaned, "Sorry but me and Rook were going to have take away for supper."
"Nice try Benjamin Kirby Tennyson," his mother said when walking into the room. To that day he still wondered how she always managed to get the drop on him and his father, "But I want you to meet them, it would be good if they can have someone they know with them."
"I don't know honey there's something seriously wrong with that boy," His father said catching Ben's attention, "He was like some kind of robot, never once showed any emotion. I felt like I was talking to brick wall. Mark my words the boy is nothing but trouble."
"I don't think so Carl honey," she said as she set the table for the family to sit at, "Kyle looks like a good kid. He was very polite."
Ben felt really left out from the conversation, "Kyle?"
"One of the new neighbors," His mother explained, "He looks to be a little younger then you are."
"Except that you can't even see his eyes," The older Tennyson said sourly, "and he dresses like he belongs in a motor bike gang or something."
"I'm sure that he's just a normal kid that's going through a phase," his mom said, but Ben could see that she was having some doubts herself about the supposedly new neighbor, "Why I remember a time when little Ben here.."
"Oh come on mom," Ben chuckled nervously, "Not the stories."
"Alright then but no more of this talk about the boy being bad news," she said firmly to both males, "We don't know what that boy may or may not have gone though and until then let's not speculate what it is alright?"
They nodded, knowing better than to argue with her ad went on to sit at the dining room as this mother brought out the food for the evening. As he listened to his parents talking about their days, he glanced out the window. It faced towards the street where he could see the new house also beginning to settle in for the night. There was a light on in one of the upstairs rooms and the teen noticed a figure standing looking out of the window. He did not know why but something rubbed at him about it. There was something his mother had not told them and he wondered why she was so protective of this new kid.
