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“Thank god!” A blonde haired boy shouted from the back of the classroom as he slammed his history textbook shut with diligence.
“You know Mister Kyo, if you showed as much enthusiasm coming into class as you did leaving, your grades would be better.” The teacher called out to the blonde as everyone gathered up their belongings.
“Yeah yeah, you’re not the first to preach to me Mister B and you won’t be the last.” The blonde called back as he got to his feet and shoved his textbook back into his bag. Letting out a large yawn he stretched his arms above his head and pulled out his gloves from his bag. Slipping the gloves onto his hands, he gave them a smirk. The leather felt good against his skin and he clenched his hands into fists. “Oh yeah…” He muttered to himself with a grin. Tossing his bag over his shoulder he strolled out of the classroom like he owned the place, only to pass his teacher who was rolling his eyes.
A quick stop at his messy locker left him grabbing only two things, a helmet and his keys. Kicking the locker shut with his foot, he spun the keys on his fingers and whistled an obnoxious tune as he strolled through the halls. His hazel-gold eyes scanned the people through the hallways but he showed little interest until he stepped outside. His brothers were climbing into Rayne’s car and he gave them a polite head nod as the two waved to him. Astuma was the eldest of the three Kyo brothers and probably the one most would consider a ‘rebel’ of some kind. He was rude, direct and sarcastic unlike his brothers and always showed a sign of superiority that no one could seem to talk down.
Atsuma arrived at his bike and gave it a grin, “Still looking gorgeous but no play today, we’ve got to help the old man.” He said to his motorcycle as he climbed onto it. Pulling his backpack onto his back, he slipped his helmet onto his head and stuck his key into the ignition. The bike roared to life before settling into a nice purr. Giving a soft sigh and finally feeling content after a pointless day of school he pulled the bike out of the parking spot and took off.
After a nice ten minute rid he pulled into the back of Pat’s garage, his dad, Patrick’s, pride and joy. He was the best mechanic in town and everyone knew it. Not only did everyone know it but everyone came to him for help with the cars. “Atsuma!” His dad called out from somewhere in the shop as the young man entered and removed his gloves and school stuff. “We got work today!” His father was happy and jolly plump man at 5’7 inches in height and round shaped; quite the opposite of his 6 foot toned lean son. “Alright!” Atsuma called back matching is father’s excitement. If there is one thing Atsuma loved outside of his family, it was mechanic work.
“Thank god!” A blonde haired boy shouted from the back of the classroom as he slammed his history textbook shut with diligence.
“You know Mister Kyo, if you showed as much enthusiasm coming into class as you did leaving, your grades would be better.” The teacher called out to the blonde as everyone gathered up their belongings.
“Yeah yeah, you’re not the first to preach to me Mister B and you won’t be the last.” The blonde called back as he got to his feet and shoved his textbook back into his bag. Letting out a large yawn he stretched his arms above his head and pulled out his gloves from his bag. Slipping the gloves onto his hands, he gave them a smirk. The leather felt good against his skin and he clenched his hands into fists. “Oh yeah…” He muttered to himself with a grin. Tossing his bag over his shoulder he strolled out of the classroom like he owned the place, only to pass his teacher who was rolling his eyes.
A quick stop at his messy locker left him grabbing only two things, a helmet and his keys. Kicking the locker shut with his foot, he spun the keys on his fingers and whistled an obnoxious tune as he strolled through the halls. His hazel-gold eyes scanned the people through the hallways but he showed little interest until he stepped outside. His brothers were climbing into Rayne’s car and he gave them a polite head nod as the two waved to him. Astuma was the eldest of the three Kyo brothers and probably the one most would consider a ‘rebel’ of some kind. He was rude, direct and sarcastic unlike his brothers and always showed a sign of superiority that no one could seem to talk down.
Atsuma arrived at his bike and gave it a grin, “Still looking gorgeous but no play today, we’ve got to help the old man.” He said to his motorcycle as he climbed onto it. Pulling his backpack onto his back, he slipped his helmet onto his head and stuck his key into the ignition. The bike roared to life before settling into a nice purr. Giving a soft sigh and finally feeling content after a pointless day of school he pulled the bike out of the parking spot and took off.
After a nice ten minute rid he pulled into the back of Pat’s garage, his dad, Patrick’s, pride and joy. He was the best mechanic in town and everyone knew it. Not only did everyone know it but everyone came to him for help with the cars. “Atsuma!” His dad called out from somewhere in the shop as the young man entered and removed his gloves and school stuff. “We got work today!” His father was happy and jolly plump man at 5’7 inches in height and round shaped; quite the opposite of his 6 foot toned lean son. “Alright!” Atsuma called back matching is father’s excitement. If there is one thing Atsuma loved outside of his family, it was mechanic work.
