Karvar is an angry kid, a very angry kid.

The Pokemon RP site that this story is for is done so I'll be able to focus more on writing


The earsplitting sound of the alarm clock at 7 AM in the morning instantly dragged Karvar from his peaceful mood to an irritated mood when it woke him up. With a groan, the ten year old boy reached over to his bedside table to turn off the stupid clock.

Though after a few seconds of feeling around for it, his patience level, which had been a full bar after waking up, dropping drastically as the noise just wouldn't shut up, he forced an eye to open to scan the area, looking for the dreadful and evil device.

Nope, the alarm clock wasn't on the table, where he left it last night. That meant the Annoying Bastard, also known as his semi-permanent- or at least permanent until he was old enough to move out roommate- moved it when he was sleeping.

Scanning the area and sitting up, he spotted it on his dresser across the room by the window.

Of course, he thought putting it there would make me get up to turn it off, and then I would have to get up. Karvar thought as he glowered at the beeping object right in front of his window.

Scowling, Karvar leaned over his bed and picked up his shoe, shooting a murderous look at the clock, he threw his shoe with force and aim, and out they both went out the window.

He smirked as the Alarm Clock suffered it's just death and lied back down on his bed, intent on getting another few hours of sleep.

That attempt was proven futile as a minute later he heard the familiar thuds and clacks of even more familiar shoes heading up the stairs.

"Karvar!" Tepirr, the Permanent Roommate yelled from the stairs, "Why the heck is your alarm clock outside looking like a murder victim and your shoe being the prime suspect as the murder tool?"

Karvar ignored him by putting the pillow over his head in an attempt to block out the annoying noise, this once again was proven futile.

The door opened and more footsteps stopping at the side of his bed.

"Karvar," The tone was a bit of a sing-song tone, gentle and playful, "If you don't get up, I'm feeding your underwear to Char," he warned.

Char was a Charizard that he took care of at the Pokemon Research Lab. He caught it about three years ago and has pretty much taught it to incinerate Karvars underwear. A thing that caused Karvar to spend way to much money on fire proof undies.

That threat was all it took for Karvar to bolt up, slam a pillow in his older brothers face, and get out of bed, already on the verge of an angry rant and or tackling something to the ground and hitting until his fists were bleeding.

Tepirr smiled, removing the pillow and running a hand through his hair to fix it, before pulling out a small stack of clothes.

"I bought you a new outfit, I thought you would like it," He offered holding out the clothes. They colors of the jacket on top were the three that he liked most, black, jade, and a little white.

Jade was the shared favorite color the two brothers had, one of the few things Karvar would admit to enjoying that Tepirr liked. Maybe it had to do with their eyes being a pure jade color as why they were drawn to it.

After shoving Tepirr out of the room and changing into the new clothes, he left his room to find his brother as usual was waiting by the stairs. The temptation to walk up and shove him down was strong.

"So, little brother, you ready for this beautiful day?" Tepirr asked as he headed down the steps.

"Go fuck yourself," Karvar grumbled following after.

Tepirr's laughter could be heard as he already was in the kitchen, "Not a bad idea, sweet bro," He teased.

The ten year old made a face of disgust before entering the dinning, Tepirr already placing a stack fresh pancakes onto the table and handing him a different plate.

"I want you to pick up the remains of your clock and give it a proper burial today, then you can go buy a new one," Tepirr told him as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.

Ignoring him, Karvar began to eat his food until his brother grabbed him by the hair and forced him to look up at him.

"Karvar, its seven in the morning, try to be happy for five minutes, it won't kill you," he said.

"Tepirr, it's seven in the morning, it's impossible to be happy this early," Karvar retorted.

Tepirr let go, laughing as he ruffled Karvars hair and put on a white coat, "Well, I'm off, do as I said, I'll pick something up for dinner on my way home," he said as he left, the door thudding softly behind him.

The sound of his bike could be heard as he drove away from the house and Karvar continued to eat in silence. When he was done he went to wash his dishes instantly, but he knew as he entered the kitchen that he had a lot of work to do.

The kitchen was a disaster zone, batter all over the counter, floor and there was some uncooked pancakes stuck to the ceiling.

Karvar felt pure rage build up in side of him.

"TEPIRR!" He screamed though he knew that his brother was laughing himself to an early grave right now. Those who could hear him would shake their heads and mutter about Tepirr pissing Karvar off again.

Dumping the plates into the sink, he pulled out a sponge, disinfectant spray and more cleaning supplies.

He went about scrubbing the surfaces with warm soapy water, digging into the counters to peel away the drying batter, doing the same with the stove.

He had to, unfortunately, get a small ladder to reach the ceiling, and he carefully peeled the pancake off and washed it.

Two hours later the kitchen was spotless, counters polished, floors mopped, and dishes sparkling clean.

Another two hours later and the entire first floor; Kitchen, dining room, and living room were cleaner, and Karvar felt like he was covered in filth.

"Oh God," He said shuddering as he wiped some grease off of his cheek.

With no reluctance, he headed up the stairs and into the bathroom.

It was 12:30 when he finally left the house, the downstairs clean and he himself clean and dry.

Tepirr needed to be more careful about making messes and clean up after himself. The idiot knew full well the extent of Karvar's OCD, sometimes the younger Xelson felt like his brother was doing it on purpose just to get a rise out of him.

With a sigh, Karvar walked to the shed, pulling out a bag and cleaning up the remains of his dead Alarm Clock and putting his shoe back on. He threw the bag in the trash by the curb before he began walking down the beaten path.

He had two choices right now, walk to the middle of the town and do as Tepirr said, or just take a walk through the forest surrounding their town.

On one hand, if he went to the market, he would be able to get everything done.

On the other, he could be alone in the forest with just his own thoughts.

Weigh the pro's and cons, Karvar, he thought. Pros for the Market, Tepirr won't get mad, he might find something interesting. Pros for the forest were, he would be able to be alone in the quite without anyone to bother him.

Cons for the Market were that he'd have to deal with people. Cons for the Forest were that Tepirr was going to be pissed if Karvar didn't do one thing he asked.

With a reluctant surrender, Karvar made his way to the market. He would have to deal with the people there. God he hated people. But Tepirr was scary when pissed and Karvar had been pushing the envelope a lot lately.

Karvar wasn't in the market for ten minutes before the comments started.

"Hey, little boy, where's your brother?" a kid from Karvars class jeered, "Aren't you too young to be walking around town on your own?"

Karvar rolled his eyes, "I'm the same fucking age as you, asshole," He responded.

The kid laughed, "What? Sorry but I'm ten, not five," He teased.

"Really? I thought you were eighty!" Karvars sarcastic response came, "I'm ten too, Jared."

There was laughter as his friend circled them, "Really? You're too small to be ten!"

Karvar ground his teeth, "And you're too much of a fucking moron to be human!" He snarled back.

One more comment about his height and he was going to snap.

"Oh, shorty has a mouth!" Jared laughed looking at his friends who were suddenly backing away, "What's your probl-AH!"


Like I said, Karvar is an angry kid, enough said.