Trent paced back and fourth where he told the runt to meet him at, getting impatient. "Where is he?!" He sighed agitatedly. "I told him to be here an hour ago! What could be holding him up so m- there he is!" Trent noticed the blonde male limping slightly and frowned, going up to him. He noticed he had a black eye and swollen cheek. "Cross? What happened?" Trent asked, accidently sounding slightly worried.

Cross sniffled, trembling slightly and shook his head, wiping some tears from his eyes. "Nothing… I was just…jumped again… it's no big deal.." He said it so casual… like he… was really, really used to it…

Trent frowned, eyes saddening. "Cross… how often does this happen to you..?" He asked, voice showing real concern now. He was already beginning to feel sorry for this boy. Sure, he beat up and bullied a lot of boys, never feeling any sympathy for them. What was different about this boy?
Cross shifted a bit, turning his head away. "U.. Usually every week… sometimes even a few days in a row.." He sniffed again, wiping away more tears. "I…It's fine…I'm fine… no big deal.."

Trent's eyes narrowed and he grabbed onto his shoulders, raising his voice. "No! It is a big deal, Cross! This isn't good for you, you could be killed if this keeps up. Come on, I'm starting your training today.." He says sternly, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the alley toward the garage he lived in. He put in the code and watched it open before pulling him inside and closing the large door behind them, immediately being greeted by a small, little pit-bull puppy. It was a light brown color with black colored ears and darker brown colored spots on his back and a white stomach and chest. As well as a white muzzle. It was barking and jumping up on Trent's leg. Trent chuckled, rubbing the small dog's ears softly. "Hey boy~ Miss me?" he smiled at the pup, picking him up into his arms. "You're hungry aren't you?" He sighed, setting him down in the worn down dog bed and walked over to a small dirty mini fridge. He opened it and bent down a bit, looking around inside the rather empty fridge. "Not much, boy… here." He grabbed some old beef jerky and turned, shutting the fridge as he tossed it to the dog, who happily caught it in his mouth and began to eat. Trent's 'house' had a worn down couch with the dog bed next to it and a radio where a TV would be in a normal house. A small worn-out coffee table in front of said couch, littered with trash as well as the rest of his living space.

Cross was at a loss for words, standing at where they entered, eyes wide and sympathetic. "T.. Trent… I…" He frowned. "I had no idea-" He was cut off when Trent put a hand up.

"Save it, I don't like people pitying me, got it? One of the rules for you. Another few are; don't be annoying, don't get on my bad side, call me Trent and nothing else, and be sure to be here on time when I tell you to meet me here. Got it, kid?" He asked, looking up at him from where he was crouched next to his dog, rubbing his head.

Cross gulped lightly and nodded slowly. "Y.. Yes sir…" He sighed and went over, sitting down on the dirty couch, frowning at how uncomfortable it was. Their living styles were so different! There was no way they would get along! Cross shifted a bit, so used to living in a big house, with butlers and maids and all that. This was a big change. "So.. how long have you lived here?" He asked.
Trent shrugged. "Since I was about..12…13?" He sighed. "Sorta lost count." He glanced at him.
Cross's eyes widen and he gave him a look of utter disbelief. "That long? What about your Par-" There was a loud thud as Trent's fist smashed onto the coffee table in front of Cross. Cross jumped, startled by the sudden loud noise.

Trent growled, glaring at him. "Don't. Ever. Mention. Them. Got it?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes more to make sure his message was clear to him.

Cross gulped hard, eyes wide and he nodded quickly. "Y-Y-Yes sir! S-Sorry!" He let out a hard exhale in relief as Trent relaxed and stepped back. "So.. training?"

Trent nodded. "right, Training." He then paused, thinking for a moment before an idea came to him. He walked off into the middle of the room, looking at him. "Come here."

Cross got up and walked over, to stand in front of him, nodding a bit. "okay."

Trent put his arms outstretched, looking Cross straight in the eyes. "Hit me." He said in a serious voice, face calm.

Cross's eyes widen and he backed a step away, stuttering out. "W-W-What!?"

"Do it." Trent responded, eyes narrowing a bit.

Cross gulped, and stepped forward again, putting his fists up to prepare to hit him. He trembled a bit, scared to do this. He suddenly quickly tried to punch at him, instantly crying out in pain as Trent grabbed his fist, and flipped him around, holding his arm behind his back painfully. "See? You need help, just like you said." He chuckled, letting him go after listening to him mutter 'ow,ow,ow,ow' over and over under his breath a few times.

Cross frowned, looking at him. "That wasn't very fair.." He pouted, crossing his arms after rubbing his throbbing wrist.

"Life isn't fair, kid." Trent retorted, rolling his eyes. He positioned himself, putting his fists up. "Now, do as I do, feet apart like this- and fists up."

Cross observed him for a moment before nodding and doing the same as him. "Okay.." He gulped lightly.

Trent nodded and swung his punch out, then watched Cross doing the same. Trent then, mentioned he would need to learn Defense moves as well as just physical moves. He ducked quickly, and motioned for him to do the same, smiling when he saw him do it correctly. "I think you'll learn just fine, kid~" Trent commented, patting his shoulder, letting them both relax and Cross smiled.

"Thanks, Trent."