Maximum Ride is property of James Patterson. Kisha Reaper, the omlette I'm eating, and Deveann are property of Me! Kumali is property of Jwan!

Huh... I suppose I didn't tell you who Chris was did I? Wow... that's weird... anyhoo, Chris is Kisha's brother. Deveann hates Chris's guts. Chris hates Kisha's guts. Kisha hates Chris's guts. Unfortunately, by the end of this fic he ain't dead, he moves to the Australian outback. I can't wait, this is gonna be so fun!

Kisha's POV

It was odd having to take a new kid home and have her hide with the rest of the flocks. They agreed that they'd stay on the roof, although Angel told me they also planned to spy on me through the window. After having lunch we all came back to the hotel. To my horror Chris was already there. The others used the emergency exit to get to the roof. I hesitantly strode into the hotel lobby. "Miss Reaper, you have a guest." The clerk looked like he'd pulled an all nighter. Perhaps he's an addict or maybe he just always has that hangover atmosphere.

"Hello, Christian." Christian Reaper is the weirdest name my parents possibly could have chosen.

"Hello, Kisha." We stared across the room at each other for a long time. I was supposed to be dead, Chris thought I had been dead. I saw desperate hate and disappointment in his eyes. The only thing I would show him through mine was hate.

"Are you two gonna go to the hotel room or just glare at each other all day?" I focused my glare towards the clerk now. He shrunk back.

"I'm sorry, are you a therapist?" I interrogated.

"Well..."

"No, I believe you are a clerk, probably a college drop out. Ya look like a drunk, too." I snarled.

"Kisha, behave yourself." Chris ordered.

"Behave myself? Where have you been the last nine years?! Oh yeah! Living with mommy, would you like to try and be the boss of me again, older brother?" His face was cold like stone and I couldn't read it.

"Let's see your room, then." Chris rose from the fluffy couch in the lobby and we went to the elevator. I pressed the five. "How's life been?"

"Well, I'm living, that's good enough for me." I shrugged. The air turned uneasy, that's why you don't bring up life with someone you thought you'd murdered. The door's slid open with a quiet hum. "Up the stairs." I instructed. We walked up and I opened the door.

"It's beautiful but... why are there two beds?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Ask mom." I retorted. I showed him around. We had a breif disscusion about classical music in the dance hall. He seeped so freakin' skeptical about everything. I could be brushing my teeth wrong and he'd tell me. No, he'd scold me! Suddenly he seemed to tense up. "What's..." Then I saw it, aw crap.

"Are those boxers?" He growled pointing to a pair with red lip prints all over it. I could only hope they were manufactured that way.

"Yes..." At the moment I was trying to come up with a good excuse.

"Why do you have boxers?"

"They're comfy...?"

"Why do they have lip prints on them."

"It's supposed to be a joke. Mom bought them for me." I mumbled. Awwww crap! Whose were these? I wasn't touching them until I knew whose they were!

"Well aren't you going to move them?" He asked like he was trying to prove something.

"Uh... huh..." I picked them up and ran into the other room, locking the door behind me. I opened the window to eight stunned adolescents. "Whose are these?!" I whispered ferociously, holding them out the window. All the girls let out mini shrieks and backed up. I looked at Fang, Deveann, and Gazzy in turn.

"Sorry..." Deveann mumbled, almost so I couldn't hear him and took the boxers.

"I don't ever want to touch something that has been in direct contact with your butt again." I growled, Angel giggled.

"That's going to serve as an issue later on." Fang muttered.

"Fang, you're a perv." I considered slamming the window shut but remembered Chris's presence. I unlocked the door.

"Are you chewing gum?!" Chris folded his arms. I felt around my mouth with my tongue. Sure enough, there it was. "Spit it out." He pointed towards the window.

"Uh..."

"Spit it out!" He dragged me over to the window and opened it, shoving me to it. I gasped. I nearly ran into Deveann. No, our lips nearly ran into each other.

"Who the heck is this?" Chris pulled me back in.

"Pizza boy..." I mummbled losing all hope.

"Why is he hanging upside down above your window? Does he spy on you?"
"Not until today..." I was still in shock.

Push me back towards him. I was almost there. Just like Spiderman. Push me forwards... soooo close...

"Give it up, Kisha." Deveann did a kind of flip into the room and he wrenched Chris's hand off of my arm and glared at him for a moment. Then he leaned out the window and cupped his hand around his mouth.

"Guys, we're found out!" He screamed. The flocks jumped into the room.

"You're living with men?" The girls giggled like crazy. 'Cept Lash who was shaking in her boots. "And why are you living with so many people?"

"We all have wings." And just like that, everyone's wings snapped open and his jaw dropped in pure awe.

"Wha- what about that girl?" He pointed at Lash.

"We don't know, she's a new addition to the team."

"YOU'RE LIVING WITH SOMEONE YOU DON'T KNOW?!" He screamed. I cocked my head to the side, annoyed. I gave him the "you're a flipping jerk" smile.

"Don't scream in Kisha's ear." Deveann hissed.

"What was that kid?" Oh great.

"Deveann..."

"I said don't scream in Kisha's ear." He reached for his gun.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no.

"And who are you to tell me how to treat my sister?" Voices rising now.

"Deveann..."

"Her friend! Someone who's a better company and family than you! Someone who'd risk his life for her!" Then it clicked. Chris turned his head so violently and so fast towards me that I thought I heard a snap.

"How long have you been living with this boy?" He finally realized that these people knew.

"Five years." I said bluntly dropping my guard. I didn't care anymore.

"I'm calling mom." I shrugged.

"See if I care." Lash looked horrified. I walked over and hugged her. "Sorry about this. Today's really sucked. I don't want you to think this is how life is around here." I cooed. Lately a year or two is all the difference and someone a year younger than you can just seem so lost and helpless. That's how Lash seemed just then and I wanted to send her away because this is better than what it's usually like. Angel and Gazzy get a yearly amount of gore daily from either fighting Erasers or watching me behead them. Worst of all, Ari and Ira were still out there, waiting to kill us. It'd been too long. The kids couldn't tell but I knew... All this rain? Such a long break from fighting? It'd start up again, soon if I had it my way because the longer they wait, the stronger their weapon is. At this point, it could be even a match for me.

"Hello, Mom?" Chris was annoyed out of his mind, I could tell because you could swear he was a girl when he's mad. When he fights he shrieks and pulls hair and when he's ticked he puts his hand on his "hip" and leans more on one leg than the other. "Did you know Kisha is living with people? Men? ... HOW LONG?! Why didn't you tell me? So? What do you mean suspicious? Suspicious of what?" His eyes bugged out. Mom knew Chris hated me, slowly put surley she was pushing her fisrt born out of the nest. 'Cept only the second born had wings. He glared at me. "I'm leaving."

"You do that." I let go of Lash and folded my arms. Deveann cracked his knuckles. He pulled a gun out his pockets and cocked. "For your sake I hope it's soon." I bared my fangs at him, then smiled with twisted pleasure as he turned tail and ran.

I thought it was funny... Anyhoo! PLEASE REVIEW! Kisses!