Thirteen years have gone by since Mr. Erde, or “Veda”, ended his six month relationship with a mysterious woman. The trade off was simple. She acquired the house (but not the belongings inside of it that weren’t hers) and the kind-hearted business man acquired her (now his) adopted son, Regene. From what the purple haired male knew, the boy was around his son’s age. It was a coincidence that the two boys looked enough alike to pass off as biological brothers. At the time of said break-up, Tieria was sick. The boy had been sick ever since he was born. His immune system was weak and, unfortunately, he was allergic to pain medication It was a weird allergy, and one that will cause the boy to be home most of his school days, until now…..
Correction. Today was the first day of high school. Senior year. Tieria had been home-schooled since he started school. Up until now. The purple haired teen had been up since 4 am. He’d had breakfast in silence, as well as his vitamins for the day. He was a health nut, sadly. At the moment, he was reading at the breakfast table, while waiting for the rest of the household to wake up.
Garnet eyes opened into slits, glaring at his cell phone beeping loudly, signalling that summer break was now more over than ever. Reaching out to shut the alarm off for good, Regene stiffled a yawn and forced himself to crawl out of bed. His father was probably already awake, with breakfast ready and would greet him shortly before rushing out of their small apartment, on his way to work. Regene had forty-or-so minutes to ready himself for school after that.
Everything went as always— ever since he remembered, that had been their routine. He nibbled on his toast lazily, leafing the abandoned newspaper with disinterest. Ah, better get his ass moving. Regene was ready withing the next few minutes, not quite the model student when it came to the uniform, his shirt untuck and tie slightly loose. He wouldn’t be too shabby with it if it was only a bit more loose. But of course, his silent plea wasn’t heard.
His high school was six stations and a few hundred meters away— relatively near. At around seven forty, Regene was seen dawdling about the bus station, nervous energy barely acknowledged. It was, after all, his first year in high school. Who knew who would he meet there?
Tieria was the model student. He had been since high school. It hurt his reputation, though. When he went ‘missing’ for months on end,it as illness that kept him down. He ignored his brother, leaving for school before he was even done with breakfast. Hot tea and some healthy oatmeal. Their father was already away to work. By the time Regene arrived at the station, Tieria was waiting for him, hands in his pockets. He look not amused as he listened to his music player.