Hello, it's me again (no shit!).

First off, thank you very much for reviewing chocolatexloverx16. Glad you like my name ^^

Well, here's a new chappie for everyone and especially you chocolatexloverx16, enjoy!

Few explanations: 'Bokanovsky group' is a reference to 'Brave New World' (yes another one, but I just love that novel!). It is pretty much a group of people all bread out of one oocyte. Hence everyone in one Bokanovsky group is completely identical. The intelligence of a certain Bokanovsky group is determined by giving the embryos a fixed amount of oxygen. The most intelligent ones are alpha's and the dumbest one's are Epsilon's.

It is not very important for the sake of the storyline but it just seemed to me like something Kai would think or say.

Warning: OOCness. Kinda obvious since the story is based on an OOC Max. lol

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Life hates me. Oh I am sure of it. And to prove it to me once again, it created this day.

I got up at six am sharp. I had stuff to do. Everyone at school might think that I am lazy as hell. They don't know anything about me. As a matter of fact, my daily schedule is well planned-out and busy. I am a very organized person, not just some chaotic street punk like everyone thinks I am. So after I got up, I took a shower, got dressed, shaved etcetera. Then, at six thirty, I went to wake up my little girl. She's four years old, three foot nine with a mop of shoulder-length, black hair. And she is the most precious possession I have. I never thought I would have been made for being a father. If it were up to me, I would have left it to all the other guys. But once again my life decided to act against me. I was seventeen when I got a phone call from a lady, informing me that her daughter had passed. First, I had been confused. I hadn't heard from her daughter in a few years and suddenly this lady called me up to give me that message. Like she expected me to feel sad about it. This might sound cruel but there was no reason for me to be upset. I had met her during a summer trekking camp in Siberia when I was fourteen. One night during a bonfire, somebody had spiced the drinks and everybody got wasted (don't ask me where in the middle of the tundra he got the vodka from because it is a mystery to me as well). Anyway I, well, let's say I did something R-rated with that girl that night. The remainder of the week she avoided me and then when the summer camp was over I never heard from her again. Then three years later I suddenly find out I got her pregnant and that I am the father of a two year old, and with the mother being dead I was the official guardian. My grandfather freaked out when he found out. He disinherited me and kicked me out of his house. After spending a month living in a filthy motel room I finally turned 18 and decided to go to America. So now I'm living in a two-room flat in a suburb of Baltimore. It is quite a contrast to the mansion I used to live in back in Russia. I used to have butlers, chauffeurs, private teachers, a very own library, pool, spa, Jacuzzi…

Well, here I have a leaky roof and ants in the kitchen. But without the money I inherited from my parents this will have to do. I don't mind living in sparse conditions. It toughens the soul.

Anyway, after Anya woke up we ate breakfast together (that's her name by the way. Anastasia for long). Then she got dressed and I walked her to the day-care centre. Afterwards I myself went to school. Not before getting changed of course. You see, each day I change in between two outfits. One, which I call my street-punk-getup and another one I named Daddy-outfit. The street-punk one is composed of baggy training pants and a tight top combined with a scarf and face paint. Pretty much everything that makes me look like the worst possible son in law. The Daddy outfit is a mix of typical styles and clothing items that have been out of fashion for at least ten years. Exactly like a real Dad dresses! So today I opted for white tennis socks in sandals. A polo shirt stuck into khaki shorts (pulled up as high as possible of course!) and a baseball jacket with matching baseball cap placed backwards on my head. Yep that's the look!

Not just does it prevent me from drawing too much attention to myself, it also makes people from school to not recognize me. Who would have thought that the rebellious Kai Hiwatari has a thing for walking around dressed like a hideous PE instructor? No one!

I entered the class room at 8:58 am sharp. That ritual I follow everyday. Class starts at 9:00 am and I have no intentions of being late. As rebellious as I like my reputation to be, I don't plan to add trouble with the immigration office to my list. As long as I go to school regularly I get a child-fund due to the fact that I do not have a full time job (yes, your government spends your tax money on immigrant, unemployed, teenage parents. Deal with it!). I am sure aware that the teacher never shows up before five past, but better safe than sorry.

Like every morning, I encountered the common selection of pathetic dorks. And for a change their leader, a certain loser named Tyson was actually on time. By the way, the only reason I know his name is because he announces it to everyone at least five times a day. Also, Tyson is the only person in school under the age of 30 who actually dresses unfashionable enough to look like a Dad. Therefore he is my main inspiration in perfecting my outfit. Apart from that, I see absolutely no point in his existence. He is just a waste of matter in the universal space stealing my oxygen.

Hailing Tyson is his usual crowd of geeks. All of course trying to talk at the same time, resulting in them yelling, making sure they themselves and everyone in a radius of two kilometres can hear their voices.

I swear if Anya ever turns out like that, I'm gonna enrol her into a Military school in North Korea or whatever other country at that point happens to be famous for being corrupt.

Class started at 9:09 am after the teacher had finally arrived plus four minutes wasted on making lousy puns about the fact that Tyson actually was on time. The first class of the day was 'Politics and Economics', commonly nicknamed 'Polynomics' by my classmates. Personally I absolutely despise that name. First of all, it sounds like something of my math class, secondly 'poly' is a prefix used to indicate a sequence with many monomers and hence doesn't match the context; and finally why not just say 'Politics and Economics' what the matter with Americans wanting to crunch everything into a single word or even a single syllable?!

Still, 'Politics and Economics' is my favourite subject. It deals with the powerful influence of certain corporations on Politics and kinda reminds me of home, where BIOVOLT rules everything. And since life loves me so much (feel the sarcasm!) of course we talked about BIOVOLT that day. 'So Kai, since you're Russian, do you know who is going to be the heir once Voltaire retires?' the teacher suddenly asked me.

I shrugged. 'That's not published yet.'

It wasn't. Since my grandfather had disinherited me, I didn't have a clue who would be the new heir, not like he tells me his companies' matters over a cup of afternoon tea.

To my surprise the teacher shook his head. 'Haven't you heard that Nikolai Hiwatari, Voltaire's grandson is going to take over the company?'

I flinched as I heard my own name. Still, I didn't like to way the teacher had been coming at me. Who did he think he was, acting so superior and as if he knew everything even though what he was saying was for sure bullshit?

'Haven't you heard that Nikolai has been disinherited?' I countered.

The teacher crossed his arms and gave me an angry stare.

'No, I for sure haven't. And since I haven't heard about it and I'll be the one marking your tests you better write down what I say.'

Hn, whatever. I couldn't be bothered to argue with him. The teacher gave me an overconfident 'I won'-smile and continued with his Power Point presentation. Since life loves me so much and wanted to add another shock to my morning, the next tab appeared with a large picture of me.

It was a shot of me, aged about fifteen. I was wearing a black tux with matching bow-tie. My hair was still uni-coloured and side-parted. Gee, I looked like a nerd, I realized. Then my eyes wandered to this geeky guy in Tyson's Bokanovsky group of friends. Okay, I had to admit, even he looked cooler! Oi, this was bad. At least no one would recognize me.

'Hey, don't ya think that Nikolai dude looks a lot like Kai?!' some loud, obnoxious brat yelled.

Oh wow, thanks a lot life. I knew I could always count on you to make my day even more miserable.

'Nope, all Russians have that unemotional look on their face. Call it their national facial expression.' the teacher replied.

For once I am glad he's racist!

The next slide was a mind map about me including my town of birth, political orientation and a faulty spelling of my name. "Mikolai".

I hate it when people miss-spell my name. Especially annoying now-it-all Westerners like my teacher and multiple PR managers of companies that I had been introduced to. I go by 'Kai' for short. And that is the reason for it!

I am a perfectionist. Deal with it or crawl into a corner and die!

I could bear staring at that spelling for five minutes while the teacher told the class some lies about my private life. Then something in my brain just popped.

'Sir, his name is misspelled.'

The teacher gave me an irritated look. He glanced at his Power Point slide and then back at me.

'Cocky brat.' he mumbled as he opened the Power Point editor to correct his slide.

The rest of the class started giving me weird looks. Okay, so I had probably talked more in this one lesson than I usually did in an entire week… so what! No reason to eye me like that. Didn't they have the tits of some inappropriately dressed girl to stare at? Why my face?

I let my death glare wonder across the room from person to person until something unexpected struck me. This one guy, one from Tyson's Bokanovsky group, short and blond, I had never before really paid attention to him; he didn't look back at me with that dumbfounded expression the rest of his classmates shared. Instead he smirked at me with a smug, almost teasing smile. As if he knew!

Our eyes met but he didn't turn away like everyone else would've done. Instead he appeared to challenge me. We stared at each other for about thirty seconds until he really started to creep me out and I broke it off. Usually I would have never given in so easily but there was something about his grin that caused shivers to run down my spine.

I answered my teacher's dumb question of why I 'care so much' simply by ignoring him and reoccupied myself with what I do everyday: Blank out and think about the weather. This I continued doing up until the moment somebody unkindly ripped me out of my thoughts.

Okay, I have to admit, it wasn't exactly 'unkind'. Not at all, it was rather gentle and hypnotising. At first I didn't noticed the soft humming of the all too familiar melody. But then it subconsciously started to form words in my mind.

Dancing bears, painted wings, things I almost remember!

And a song, someone sings, once upon a December.

I flinched. That song… it could only mean one person…

I jerked around to find out who was humming that melody. Turned out it was that blond kid from earlier. Impossible, no way they could have met! And even if, why would she have bothered with him? She was so picky usually.

Maybe it was just a coincidence. Yea, it had to be. The boy seemed like the kind of person who was into cartoons. Plus they were talking about Russia in class, so it wasn't too odd he was thinking of the 'Anastasia' movie. But then again, he had given me that look earlier. That cocky, teasing grin…

Kai, you're getting paranoid, I told myself! Of course he had no connection to her. He was way too stupid!

It seemed like forever until school ended that day. Oh wow, finally, I though. What a drag! And such a waste of time. If it wouldn't endanger my immigration status I'd skip.

Anyway, I was on my way back home, walking because I didn't want to waste money on taking the bus. Everything appeared to be normal. Appeared, that is the keyword. I was being followed. And whoever it was certainly was good at his job. It took me a while before I realized he was there which is highly unusual for me, I tend to catch them immediately.

I stopped walking and remained completely still for a moment. No action coming from my spy. So it was my job to make him show himself. Hn, how typical.

'I know you're there, come out now.' I yelled.

At first I didn't receive any reply, they I suddenly heard a loud, maniac laugher echoing from the house walls in the narrow alley.

I turned around just to see nobody standing behind me. But the laugh came from that direction so he had to be there somewhere.

Then he stopped laughing and instead started to sing a song. His vocals were off and his voice much too wonky however that song I could recognize however bad the singer was.

Someone hold me safe and warm, horses crench through a silver storm,

figures dancing gracefully, across my memory…

That 'Anastasia' song again. What was up with that? It couldn't be a coincidence. But was it really that blond kid again. The tone of his voice was so different. It couldn't be.

I got my answer when the singer abruptly leaped into view. He jumped from behind a garbage can, still singing the song at highest volume but as well starting to somehow 'dance' to it. Well it wasn't really a dance; it was rather him just spinning around in circles with his arms spread out wide.

Things my heart, used to know,

once upon a December.

Satisfied with his singing, he stopped, turned towards me and gave me a large smile.

It was the boy from earlier.

'What the hell is up with you?' I asked, slightly irritated and confused by what was happening.

He really didn't make sense to me. At school he would always be a sweet, happy and slightly hyper school boy and here he was in front of me, acting like a madman.

'What's up with that harsh tone in your voice? Did I scare you?' he countered mockingly.

'Well as creepy as it is to have some random guy dancing around me, singing 'Disney'-songs, it takes more than that to scare me!' I hissed.

He laughed and slowly started to walk towards me.

'You know, actually that movie isn't by 'Disney', it is by 20th Century Fox.'

He seemed to enjoy correcting me, I could tell so in response I rolled my eyes. I didn't really care by what company the movie was. It could have been by 'Lucas films' for what I cared.

'Anyway, the reason I'm here is to introduce myself. I am Max.' the boy continued.

I stared at the hand he had reached out to me and then the mischievous grin on his face.

'You don't need to introduce yourself to me. I already know who you are. We've been in the same class for one year.' I told him even though I actually hadn't had a clue what his name was.

He smirked.

'Don't tell me you actually bothered remembering my name? Of a loud and annoying classmate… Seriously, I'd be disappointed if so!'

He caught me. Dammit! Why could he read me so easily? And why had he just insulted himself? What were his intentions?

'Okay, you got me there.' I confessed. 'But you tell me now, how long have you known Pi?'

He smirked once again and started speaking in his mocking voice.

'Met her last night. She told me a bit about you. And this song that she uses to call you. 'Once upon a December'. Kinda gay in my opinion. But on the other hand, it's matching, since you are Russian after all, and your family rules the country, and you share a name with the last tsar, ...oh, and of course because Anastasia is your daughter's name, right Nikolai?'

Yay! It's up. Writing Max is so much for fun than writing Kai in this story since Kai's supposed to be naïve and blah…

So yea, sorry this took so long. I actually like Kai a lot since he's a traitor and awesome.

'Nikolai' is the name of some random Polish guy at my school and I really liked his name and I've wanted to use that name in some fic ever since! He went by 'Kai' for short too.

Anyway, I should stop talking crap and finally post it!