Document Opened: 10/24/2010, 06:11pm.

Authors Note:
I know there are a quite a few people that think Kai is only Japanese, but if that were the case then why would he have a Russian middle name. Personally, like in this story, I think he is half-Japanese and half-Russian. However in most fics I generally just have him Russian but you get the point and I'm rambling now...

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He sat, bored, at his desk. Having been there for the past half-hour, staring at the same page in his own math-book ever since he grounded himself to his room after they arrived back.
He barely registered the fact he was tapping his desk with his pencil, his mind too lost in thoughts and bits of guilt.

Setting the pencil down, he sighed and ran a hand through his two toned hair and his frown deepened. Spencer, his eldest brother, had brought him home from school and being in pre-med, he knew the blond had more important things to do then pick him up whenever he got called to the Principals office for fighting. Although it wasn't like it was his fault. It was just a few other select kids from his school, for reasons he still didn't know, found it amusing to try and pick on him for his strange appearance. It wasn't as though he asked to be born with red eyes and two toned blue hair.
That part always puzzled him since he didn't know of anyone in either side of his family with blue hair. Then again he was the only one he knew of in the family with red eyes and not wanting to think about anyone in his family that was related by blood, he forced the subject to the back of his mind.

The fact of the matter was even though he tried to just walk away, one of the others decided to come and start with him personally since he didn't react to their comments. It wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last. That much he knew.

Unfortunately the fight took place close enough to the school grounds so that when the Principal arrived, he caught sight of him finishing off the last of his nuance's and the group of them had been summoned to his office after school. For that he allowed himself a small smirk, those idiots still had no idea he was a black-belt in a style of Russian martial arts. They did at least have that coming to them but he knew better than to tell the Principal that.

Before class they were all sent to the nurses office and he had only came out with a few bruises that would fade away like the others. The other four were not so lucky. He'd given them quite a few more bruises than he had and probably liked making them bleed more than he should have but at least he did try and ignore them first.

After classes had ended, he was ordered back to the mans office and even he was aware of his track record so far and knew these little incidents were pushing it. He wasn't trying to get expelled and yet for some reason some people seemed to get a kick out of picking on his appearance. Times like that he wondered if he really was cursed?

The Principal, while he may have had a voice that could bore you senseless as he droned on and on about things, was also a man who believed in second chances. So, he was given his last chance today by helping that other teen who kept trying to 'get to know him' and be friends or something. Tch, he didn't need friends, at least not from that school. He didn't know who was in arms with who there and preferred not to take chances. Still, one thing he had a little curiosity in was the fact since the other blunette had a poor mark in math, he was almost automatically diagnosed with ADD and that was that. However even he knew the math teacher wasn't that good. His voice was dull, he spoke way too low and his lessons were more or less vague at best. Even he had to take a lot of notes to keep up his grade in that area.

So, knowing Tyson was about to be called into the office after he left, the dual blunette asked to stay and watch from a corner to simply observe the others reaction. Oddly his request was granted without question. It annoyed him a little at how their Principal kept phrasing certain things and from what he gathered from the older teens reaction, he didn't appear unfocused, just bored since the man was droning on about one thing for far too long.

In the long run it seemed to be a mutual benefit for them both. He brought up Tyson's grade and the blunette could graduate with the rest of them and for himself, he wouldn't get expelled from another school.

He nearly cringed just thinking about what would happen if he did. Besides not wanting to worry the others, it would also mean that he could wind up back in Russia where his Grandfather was. And if only one thing ever scared him in life, it would be that man.

He muttered a quick 'hm' hearing knocking at his door and looked up briefly as if he could see right through the wood, which was silly because he knew he didn't have the ability to see through doors. If he had heard the footfall of the person arriving then he could have easily known. "Come in." He spoke while looking at the sheet of soon to solved problems in his math-book.

He expected Tala to be the one to come in. Normally it was the red head who did anyway. Probably because the dual blunette was closer to him than the others, they were all like brothers to him but he was just a little closer to the red head. He didn't know if it was because they were somewhat closer in age or because parts of their pasts were similar but he just was.

He had mentally prepared himself for one of Tala's short lectures on the matter just like before. Although Spencer was the oldest at eighteen and had legal custody over the other three, and was his guardian, it was Tala who for some reason or another, had taken up the unofficial role as leader of the house. While the red head would talk to him with a stern voice he could only ever remember Tala yelling at him twice, and that was when he had done something he deemed idiotic looking back on it. Even his eyes, while they often held a hardness to them over these things, were not filled with contempt or hate like he was used to. Just a strange mix of concern and the underlying message that he had not better do anything that stupid again.

But it seemed despite him not wanting too, more often than not he ended up worrying one or all of his brothers. Even the times when he wanted to go out at night alone, he at least feigned being asleep and snuck out of the window. But if all he ever did was cause problems, a small nagging voice in the back of his mind kept telling him that maybe he should have just stayed with his Grandfather. No matter how badly the thought alone made his stomach churn.

"Earth to Kai? Hello?" He looked down with a look of indifference, hiding his mild surprise that he had zoned out like that, to see Ian sitting cross legged beside him on the ground and was absently poking his leg with the eraser of his pencil.

He raised an eyebrow while locking stares with the green haired kid who was roughly two and a half years younger than himself. "Stop that." He spoke, implying the poking with the pencil.

Ian, for his part did but the older teen had been absently staring into nothingness when he came in. It had taken him almost five minutes just to get his attention. "Hey, what's this mean?" He abruptly shoved his book in front of himself so Kai could see it and tapped one part of the page with his index finger. He hadn't bothered asking since this wasn't the first time he had gone to the dual blunette for help on the subject and more than likely wouldn't be the last.

After plucking the workbook from him, Ian watched Kai stare at it for a moment before circling a part of it with his own pencil and handed it back to him. "Just skip that one. It's a misprint. But the others are normal."

He nodded while accepting the book back. "Thanks." He spoke and received a 'hn' as a response. They all knew he wasn't much of a talker but he was a good person. Even now, he was still learning all the Kanji but when he had an issue like now, his mind defaulted to go to Kai for help on the matter. He didn't know the details but since Kai was half-Japanese and half-Russian, he was required to learn to both languages and was nearly through learning English on top of that. He had been fluent in both of his native-tongues when he met him for the first time two or so years ago back in Russia.

"How's your bruises?" He questioned while placing his pencil in his book and closing it to be done later.

"Fading." He spoke bluntly while glancing in his own workbook. He closed his as well, opting to get to it later. Not exactly feeling like it now anyway.

"Dinner's in five." A new voice spoke and the two looked over to where Bryan, the second oldest, had popped his head in.

"Right." Ian mumbled and bounded out of the room.

"Oh, and Kai?" Bryan took a step into sight. "I heard you made some kids bleed." He flashed him an almost sadistic smile. "Nice." And at that he left, not leaving room to reply.

His mouth set into a frown as he was very tempted to just tell him he would skip dinner tonight but then that issue of worrying them popped into mind and he relented and stood to leave. Although he had figured out that while Bryan enjoyed violence more then most people, he had just let him know in his own way he wasn't in trouble for his actions that morning.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder how'd they react if they found out he had and led a gang?

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Authors Note:
I like how this came out.

Done: 10/27/2010, 05:24am.