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Chapter 5

Welcome To Downtown

I sat limply in the back seat of the car, a makeshift sling holding my arm to my chest. My grandfather was going to be angry when he realized my mother had discovered I hurt myself. He didn't like how protective she was of me, and the idea of her taking me to the doctor just made me feel sick. I had told her I was alright but it didn't matter, my wrist was bruised and swollen and when she touched it I couldn't help but flinch.

We pulled into the driveway of the medical center and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I wanted to go home.

"Come on." My mother had opened the back door of the car and unbuckled my seat belt, leaning into me.

"I can walk." I told her quietly. I was too old to be carried anymore.

She took my good hand and brought me in through the doors, a strong smell of chemicals filled the air and made me suddenly feel dizzy. I stayed behind her, careful not to look anyone in the eye. I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to leave the Abbey.

None the less, I followed her into the waiting room, allowing her to pull me onto her lap. She brushed by hair back and held my head to her chest and I sat sideways, my injured arm cradled to my chest. It hurt when I moved it.

I woke up with a headache that morning combined with the knot that was already in my stomach from the events of last night. The idea that I had almost jacked off while thinking about another guy didn't exactly sit well with me, no matter how out of whack teenage hormones tended to be.

Sighing with discomfort, I brushed my hand across the palm of my wrist. I've had that dream before… I thought to myself as I recalled back to my state of sleep. I remembered going to the hospital; I had left with my arm in a cast and my parents and grandfather had started fighting loudly.

Why would I dream about that? I mean, sure I don't remember a lot about my time with my parents but I feel like I would remember breaking an arm. I never even seemed to recall my mothers face when I woke up, or how old I was. Sometimes I thought maybe I was eight or nine as my internal dialogue never feels much different than my current every day life, but if my mom had left when I was six years old it seemed unlikely I had been any older than that, even though I still struggled to figure out if the dream was based off of any sort of true event.

I glanced at my clock, counting down the minutes until I would be expected to be down for attendance. I should probably get dressed, I had never seen anyone go downstairs wearing only shorts and I'm not sure how I feel about the commitment that would come with starting a new fashion trend, instead deciding a pair of dirty sweat pants and last nights shirt would suffice.

Remaining barefoot out of spite, I stepped into the hallway and locked my door behind me.

"Hiwitari!" I looked up to find Haru raising an eyebrow at me, wearing an impressively expensive looking pair of pajamas.

I grunted at him, hoping he could take a hint.

"Where did you sneak off to last night?" He asked. "Some guys heard Smithright steal you, I gotta say you never struck me as the type to run off with the fucking queer kid, you really that desperate to get off?" He laughed and nudged me playfully. He had made jokes at Wyatt's expense to me before, but I wasn't normally directly involved with them.

"Fuck off." I stated bluntly, hoping to just walk away from the situation. He neglected to understand any part of the obvious hint I was attempting to give. That or I was just really bad at giving hints.

He followed me, causing a sense of claustrophobia that came with needing to share ones space with an ego that can take up most of the 3rd floor.

"Dmitri punched him out good last year." He laughed. "We thought he broke his nose, pity, if I had known he didn't cause much damage I would have had him pound his rib cage too. It makes absolutely no sense that they would let guys who liked sucking dick into an all boys school."

"Then don't ask him to suck your dick." I remarked with a roll of my eyes.

As quickly as the words had left my mouth I found my body thrown into the wall, catching myself successfully but now definitely more awake than I was before being shoved into a wall.

"It he fucking doing that shit again?" Haru yelled at me, grabbing me by the shoulders and digging his fingers into me. I pushed him off of me, not politely I might add, and adjusted my shirt.

"I'm sick of that fucking kid." He continued, "He spent all of last year trying to get into my pants. Fuck, why do you think I got him beat up? You'd beat someone up too if you found out they started a rumor that you had sucked each others fucking dicks. He should have been expelled."

The rage that seeped from his voice sent a hint of deja vu through my body. I had heard that level of anger before.

"Whatever." I stated, turning away and walking over to the elevator. He ran himself into me one more time and I toppled over, not able to successfully catch myself this time. Getting back up I threw my elbow into him, throwing him onto the floor where I had just been.

"Knock that shit off!" I yelled. I wasn't big on physical fighting but I was fully within my right to defend myself if he was going to continue pushing me like that. "If you have a problem with me then stay away from me."

I left him on the floor muttering something I didn't catch under his breath as I took the elevator down to the cafeteria. I rubbed my lower shoulder where he had dug into me, he had left some red marks but it didn't seem like it was going to bruise. Actually, he wasn't particularly strong, which definitely worked in my favor.

I had managed to make it the remaining few feet to the table without being assaulted and sat down, laying my head on my arms and closing my eyes for a moment. It seemed like lately I was constantly exhausted, even if I had been sleeping just fine. I didn't bother opening my eyes when the chairs around me started to move, fully aware that the group which had forced their friendship upon me without consent sat with me now.

"Stay up too late?" Avery asked, poking me in the arm with a pen. I grunted at him and took it, holding my hand out for the clip board, which he handed me.

Thankfully half of them had morning detention so I would have the opportunity to get a few more hours of sleep. I handed the clipboard to Wyatt, who sat on my left and put my head back down, attempting to ignore him when he set his hand on my shoulder.

"Kai." He called my name quietly. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

I grunted again and reluctantly got up, he was at least using an inside voice today and not gleefully yelling in my ear.

He pulled me away where we could speak privately and I noticed that he was avoiding looking me in the eye.

"About last night..." He started, "I tend to completely lose my filter when I've been drinking. Some of the stuff I told you was personal and I really hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Actually I was planning on completely ignoring what he had said last night as I wasn't even expecting him to remember it.

"It's fine." I said with a shrug, leaning against the wall that stood behind me. A brief silence stretched out between us before I stated that I was going back to bed and left, Wyatt called out that he would come and get me after he served his detention, which was what I expected, and I waved a hand off to let him know I heard him.

Right now I just wanted to go back to sleep…

The doctor touched my arm and I flinched, trying hard no to cry out in pain.

"We're going to get an x-ray," He stated. "But I'm confident his wrist is broken, most likely a hairline fracture as it seems to still be in one piece."

He put a hand on my forehead and pulled my face up so that I was looking at him, shining a flashlight in my eyes. "I'm also concerned about the black eye. How long has he had that for?"

My mother was squeezing my hand a little too hard, like she was signaling me to let her talk.

"That ones new, he also had a cut under his lip that's healed now and another on his forehead that I tried to talk my husband into having looked at. It healed alright but I still think it could have used stitches."

The doctor came down to my level and I looked away, avoiding his eyes just in case he could see the shame in mine.

"So, Kai," He asked me gently. "Do you mind telling me what happened to your wrist?"

I shrugged, saying nothing.

He turned his attention onto my mother again.

"How often are you noticing him getting injured?" He asked.

"Since he caught the attention of my father-in-law. He's been training him and wants to keep him in The Abbey as much as possible right now, but ever since he started working with him I'm noticing more and more injuries. This is the first time I've believed he may have a broken bone, though. He's never broken anything in the past."

Toughening me up was a part of my training regiment. No one was going to go easy on me in the real world. The problem was that I was younger than the rest of the boys and they used that to their advantage. I was their punching bag.

"How long has this been going on?" The doctor continued.

"About six months. He just turned 6 in the last month, he was five when my father-in-law began taking him. I believe most of the boys he takes under his wing are at least eight, I'm concerned he just isn't old enough for any of this."

I left the hospital in a cast, uncertain of how the rest of the conversation had gone. I didn't really understand adults, they all seemed to want something different from me.

They never asked me what I wanted.

A hand on my shoulder shook me awake and I jolted back in confusion to Wyatt standing in my room.

"You forgot to lock your door." He informed me. "I thought about letting you sleep but you looked like you were having a bad dream, you kept squirming."

"Next time leave that part out." I responded. "Just waking me up makes you seem like less of a creep than standing over me and watching me sleep does."

Sitting up, I immediately took notice of the large bruise under his eye, taking up most of his cheek bone. His lip also had a small swollen cut which looked like it had only recently stopped bleeding.

"What the hell happened to you?" I asked.

His cheeks grew red with shame.

"One of Haru's goons punched me in the face and I fell off the stoop outside. I'm fine, though. It's not the first time he's had it out for me and actually the guy didn't do that much damage."

Now it was my own face that flushed red. I had a sinking feeling that this was probably my fault.

"I'm sorry." I grumbled. "I should have warned you that Haru was trying to talk to me about you."

"How so?"

"Some guys heard us talking by the door last night, before we left the dorms, he made an unnecessary remark about it."

"Let me guess: He said we were sneaking out to fool around?"

"Yeah."

I really should have thought more about what I was saying when he had spoken to me that morning, obviously Wyatt had told me that story in confidence and informing Haru that I was aware of what had happened between them was just stupid of me.

"That's on him." He shrugged, sitting down at the end of my bed. I still wasn't sure if Wyatt was on the same page as me or if he still didn't fully understand that I had specifically used the words 'Don't ask him to suck his dick', but this conversation already seemed to be going stale, and having someone sitting so close to me made my senses suddenly extremely aware that I was in need of a shower and a toothbrush.

"I still need to shower." I stated, "I haven't washed my hair in a few days."

"That's pretty impressive seeing how much product you use. You're hair's probably solid as a rock right now."

I nudged him playfully, getting up and grabbing a few clean articles of clothing.

"Can I just wait in here?" Wyatt asked, "I'm probably safer from Haru and Dmitri in your room than in my own."

"I don't care." I stated. "Don't fucking touch my blade."

I shot him a glare that was intended to show I was serious. I didn't like anyone touching my things.

"Nah, I was just planning on laying in your bed and jacking off." He joked, smirking and winking at me. I rolled my eyes and left, closing the door behind me. I still can't believe I forgot to lock it.

I showered quickly, I still wasn't particularly keen on the idea of having to share open area showers with every other Sophomore on this floor, but oddly enough the shower room seemed to be where everyone acted the most normal. It was possible that they were right about me being a prude.

I dressed and brushed my teeth, then went back to my room where Wyatt was now laying on my bed, arms crossed behind his head.

"That was quick." He remarked.

"Yeah well not everyone spends twenty minutes rubbing one out in the shower."

He giggled.

"We're wearing off on you."

I laid down next to him, a small lump forming in the pit of my stomach when I brushed against him.

"Most of my conversations before you guys involved battle strategies, not imaginary sex lives."

"Hey, you're the virgin." He playfully shot back.

"I'm fifteen." I reminded him.

He sat up, looking closely at me and smiling.

"You blush really easily." He teased.

My cheeks grew warmer and I turned away. I was fair skinned, that wasn't my fault!

Wyatt got off the bed and pulled me up by my hand, wrapping an arm around my neck while I attempted to escape him.

"Knock it off." I smirked, pushing him off of me. "Are we going somewhere or not?"

It honestly felt strange to say that I was getting used to him always being around, especially since I hadn't been here very long, but I had to admit his genuineness was refreshing. It wasn't about who was the best or what training regiment we should be using. I had never really met anyone who wanted to be around me for no reason.

"The guys are probably waiting downstairs." He said, leading me out the door.

I made sure it was locked this time.

After making our way through a few different stores and convincing Avery that it would not be a good idea to invest in a pet lobster that would live in his dorm room, I was able to somehow be convinced that stopping at a tea shop just outside of school would be a good idea. Thus my introduction to the dreaded tea shop girl was no longer a lingering fear that caused me discomfort and instead was an occurrence I would be unable to talk them out of.

Interestingly enough much of Avery's reoccurring perverted nonsense was largely exaggerated, meaning that the next half hour actually consisted of sitting at a both sipping tea and eating pastries while Avery harassed a perfectly normal looking girl who worked behind the counter. I felt worse for her than for myself.

"Avery is gonna jizz." Henri giggled. "There's a whole group of girls coming in right now. I think they're all our age too."

I rolled my eyes. I mean I find puberty as confusing and uncomfortable as everyone else but seriously? I was pretty confident at this point that the only thing Avery had ever fucked was a used gym sock and if he kept this hornball shit up that wasn't ever going to change.

The group of girls took the booth next to us, suddenly silencing our entire table because apparently the conversations of 16 year old girls we didn't know was the most interesting thing to listen to right now.

"It's completely ridiculous." One of them stated. "I'm a straight A student and class president but half the time I feel like all I'm doing is babysitting the slackers who think rules don't apply to them."

The other two chuckled and agreed with her before going up to the counter to order their tea, Avery looking over his shoulder the entire time trying to see which one might be the most willing to settle for less.

My interest in the conversation dropped there and I continued my earlier escapade of making sure I didn't run into anyone I knew, which was always the most awkward thing that could happen to you while out in public.

Actually, the second most awkward thing, as Avery had somehow managed to convince the small group of teenage girls to join our table and now they were all giggling like, well… schoolgirls.

"I couldn't imagine having to sleep at school." One of them chuckled, obviously referring to the fact that we were boarding school brats.

"Are you guys co-ed?" Another asked.

What? That was ridiculous, did co-ed boarding schools even exist? If they did could I be transferred so that I didn't have to lay in bed fantasizing about another fucking guy in order to get off?

"We're an all boys school." Wyatt stated. "There aren't very many co-ed boarding schools in Japan since all the adults are prudes."

For some reason everyone seemed to find this statement hilarious, which left me off to the side twiddling my thumbs and wondering if either,

A. A normal conversation could take place, or

B. We were going to head back any time soon.

"I would actually love to attend a private school." Miss Class President chimed in. "Public school kids are incredibly immature, the idea of being with students who are a bit more well rounded and put together sounds more in line of my views on education."

I actually chuckled a bit at that comment, trying to hide my smirk as now everyone was looking at me. Did this girl just suggest that private school kids were more mature than public school kids? The first time I met them Emile and Henri were making bowls of rice into dicks and that was one of the less immature things I had witnessed since I started here.

She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Do you come here on weekends a lot?" She asked. "You look familiar."

Wyatt was about to say something but I kicked him under the table.

The less in the spotlight I was the better.