Sorry I took so long. Thank you to all my followers.
Nothing young Kallus did made his father happy. He had grown hard towards the boy. Forcing him to try harder. He forced himself to be the best at everything. Nothing but As. His only escape was Jin's house, but due to his efforts, he spent less and less time there. Several times he passed out from too much. Still nothing. When he was 12 his father told him the truth.
It was 8:34 pm. The dinner table was quiet. Young Kallus sat there, not looking at his father. Suddenly the boy began to cry. The lights blinked in tune to his sobs.
"why are you blubbering?"his father asked, putting down his fork.
"why are you not proud of me?" he asked between sniffs.
"how can I be proud of something that is not mine?"
shocked silence followed and the lights went out. "wh...what?"
"you. Are. Not. My. Son." the father stood with his hands on the table. "the only reason I have not taken you back to the orphanage is because Mira told me to take care of you."
"I.. I'm adopted?" the boy asked before a knock came to the door. The father left the table to answer it. Standing there was a neighbor with a flashlight. "sorry to bother you but, did you guys blow a fuse again?" he jumps back as the boy ran between the door and the two men. The father reached out but missed.
The boy ran, he ran until his legs could carry him no further. When he stopped to rest he found himself in an unfamiliar place. He curled up and cried against a house. Several hours and people passed by. A police speeder stopped a few feet from him the next morning. He was woken by a familiar face. The cop who showed him his dead mother. He reached down and carried the boy to the back seat and buckled him in. the boy lay limply in the seat. The cop buckled himself in and turned to the boy, "hey, you know what kid?" the only thing the boy moves is his eyes. "you're famous at the precinct."
"really?"
"yeah, you're the mystery kid. Nobody know where you're from or who you are." he starts the engine.
"and nobody wants me either."
"what do you mean kid?"
young Kallus sat up, "the man I knew as my father told me that I am not his son last night."
"is that why you ran away?"
"yes... no... that and... no matter how hard I try I'm not good enough for him."
"how good are you?"
"school valedictorian."
"oh." he paused, "you don't have to impress him. You could just be the best. The universe should be proud of someone like you, a nobody turned somebody. And at your age."
"if only my father cared."
"how about finding your real parents?"
the boy looks at him, hopeful, "are they alive?"
"we don't know. Do you want to help find them?"
"how?"
"we could let you in on the case. You know, give you a copy of the case file, let you look through the personal affects of the man that brought you here, and let you see video files. Maybe you could solve the case. Are you in?"
"sure." new hope shone through the boy's eyes.
More to come.