So, Just heads up, this fic only has a few chaps left. Then I'm gonna be writing a sequel.

Bobby Drake glanced at the two dark haired boys that walked besides him as he led them towards the art room. The younger of the two had one of his left-hand clutching at the older boy's hand, his other arm trailing across the walls giggling the entire way. The older boy kept pulling at the smaller hand in his own, making the younger boy's arm stretch slightly instead of making him come closer. The older boy- Ace, has a small smile playing at his lips as he watched the younger try and run ahead only to bounce back with a laugh, only to scowl when his eyes would flicker towards Bobby's own form. Bobby's mind couldn't help but wonder to what had happened just moments before.

John and he had decided to skip class, nothing unusual they did that at least once every two months. John laid out on his own bed, his hands playing with his lighter, as he told him.

"It just, it's so stupid!" He told Bobby angrily, rolling the lighter's flames along his hand and arm. Before Bobby could open his mouth to reply the door swung open and in barged in a little kid. One Bobby didn't recognize. His small frame slides into the room, his reddish eyes peered at the two boys curiously, but what had caught Bobby's attention and had his mouth hanging open in shock was that one of the boy's thin, spaghetti, like arm was stretched. Stretched from his arm socket to the door and then right out of the door and room entirely.

"Hello!" The little boy said excitedly just as another kid came rushing in. The other boy was older and a head taller, the same black curled mess of hair sat on his head though, making Bobby think they were probably brothers. The taller boy glared at them from behind his brother, before the youngers eyes slide to his pyrokinetic friend and lit up- like it looked like sparkles has come out of his eyes as he turned to address his brother.

"Ace! Ace! Look! He can do what you can do?!"

He saw John tense as he took in the boy's words, his gaze moving to look at the taller-Ace's scowling form. I hope I'm not put in charge of him. It's enough trouble making sure Johnny doesn't set anything on fire! With a large smile, the boy pulled his hand free and moved to take a closer look at Johnny's flames.

Just then Bobby watched frozen for a moment as the small boy reached out to put his hand in the fire. "Woah!" He shouted reaching forward to grab the boy's thin, oh ew, why is his wrist squishy?, wrist. Pulling the younger boy to his side Bobby began to gather his ice as the fire that John had been playing with hit the bed and began to spread fast. Flinching, his fellow blond moved back, knowing what he was ready to do. Only for Ace to step forward and thrust his hands, up to his elbows, into the rapidly growing flames. His face set in concentration he growled lowly at the flames.

"Out!" He heard the dark-haired boy hiss, his eyes lit by the slowly dying flames. The younger boy let out a high pitch giggle, his face lighting up in pure glee as he jumped up onto the still burning bed and proceeded to jump up and down. Bobby felt his face go white as the younger didn't seem to understand that he was currently standing in fire.

His eyes became unfocused as he tried to compute how exactly this kid thought it was okay to jump in fire, and oh god, John! Turning his head, he blinked hard trying to get his eyes to focus back onto the scene in front of him. John's face was pale, gapping, and slightly sickly looking before a look of anger and jealously seemed to take his form as he tensed like a coil.

"Luffy!" Bobby turned, the older boy was red with anger, his teeth showing out and his eyes dark. On top of the bed the younger boy looked on blankly, his head tilted and eyes blank.

"What?" He asked innocently, his voice high and childish, which Bobby thought he wouldn't have noticed if the older boy's voice hadn't been so dark, hard, and angry.

"What did I tell you about other people?" Bobby blinked rapidly at those words he couldn't help the smile that came to his face as the scolding the older boy gave.

"Uh…" The younger boy, Luffy, frowned jutting out his lips as he thought. "Something about…." He hummed under his breath as he squatted down and brought his hands up to grab hair and tug. "About not- not noting!" The boy smiled, shooting up to beam at his brother happily. John snorted softly his face moving back into a set of amusement.

Nodding his head like he had the answer Luffy continued "I'm not supposed to not." The older boy looked at the younger in confusion, his face softening as he looked on the younger boy.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Holy shit? Did this seven-year-old just curse? Opening his mouth, and ignoring John's happy, laughing, face he couldn't help but cut in. "Woah, what's with the language, you're light seven."

The older boy was trying to glare, which was only slightly intimidating because the fire that seemed to burn in his eyes, otherwise it just seemed like a pout to Bobby. Shaking his head, the older boy motioned towards the door.

"Obviously there isn't any paint here. Let's try down the hall."

As the two left Bobby turned towards John. "So…"

"What the fuck was that?!" John yelped, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline.

"I don't know… I wonder why they wanted paint… and what their name is…. Maybe you should talk to them?"

"Why would l talk to them?!" He hissed at his fellow blond.

"I don't know maybe because he's also pyrokinetic?"

"I don't need any little snot nosed brats' advice!" He yelled, standing up to stand over Bobby.

"I didn't say anything about advice!" He yelled back, how did they start fighting?

"You think he's better than me!"

"I never said that!"

John sneered, flopping down on his charred bed- sending ash into the air- and turning his back towards Bobby.

"Whatever! I'm going to go see what they were on about!"

"Woah there!" Bobby laughed, reaching out to grab onto the younger's arm before he ran right through the railing.

"The paints gonna be in here." He told them, knocking lightly onto the art rooms door – three floors down and in the west wing from where they had been, the room was right before a small patio overlooking the garden.

The youngest cheered before running inside. "Look at all the colors!" the room was one of the larger ones, with seven large round tables stationed around the room, one wall was just bulletin boards filled with paintings, drawings, origami, and random mosaics. The other walls were filled with large cabinets filled with paints, brushes, pencils, markers, crayons, sponges, glitter, glue, and more.

"Yeah, that's great Lu… Why don't you pick out a few?" Ace called back leaning against the wall as he watched his brother run back and forth opening every can, cabinet, and anything with a hinge.

"Energetic little guy, isn't he?" He laughed, staring at the older from the corner of his eye.

He snorted, his shoulders relaxed as he watched Luffy run around and into a one of the tables. Before Bobby could step forward to check on the boy, he sat up and continued his crusade.

"Your friend… his fire is out of control." Ace mumbled off handedly.

"He… yeah I wanted to ask you about that." Bobby admitted.

"What about?"

"How, how did you control it?"

Ace frowned, looking up at him with his eyes clear in confusion. "What do you mean how? I had to."

"What do you mean you had to?"

His dark eyes stared at him for a long moment, turning his head to call out "Luffy!" The younger came running, his eyes glittering.

"I found Red! And Blue! And ORANGE!"

Without saying anything Ace lit his hand on fire, reaching forward with his hand still aflame, he grabbed his younger brother's hand.

"Don't forget to grab some paint brushes." He pushed his brother away.

"I had to keep my brother's safe. Warm. I couldn't do that if they were scared to touch me in case I went up in flame."