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Cantankerous. Lazy eyes roamed at the greyed wall, a gaze then settled at the annoying toy bird casually dipping its head, pecking, taunting him as it bend low at the mug of water. With a new twitch forming at his temples, he held the bird in tight grip as it creaked under his pressure. “Ryuu.” A tired voice tried to call the non-existent attention from the seventeen year old boy who lazily placated himself at the sofa. He had his high-collar Gakuran draped at his shoulders a black t-shirt with a band design. Hair as black as midnight, gelled like a spike. An eyebrow piercing on his right brow and set of piercings adorned both his ear. At one closer look, Ryuu Montclaire spells 'delinquent' in all angles. “Lee.” He mocked-tiredness which earn a glare from the opposing party. “I do have to apologize in behalf of my son’s behavior. He—“Conversations started to die down as he scrutinize the toy bird in his hands, trying to fault the pathetic inventor who created such abomination. As to why he was summoned inside the Head Master’s office was quite unthinkable for the raven haired boy. He did the right thing and that was punching the lights out of that Class-D student who mocked him for having faggot fathers. It’s not like he wanted to be adopted by two happy gay couples--like at all. A strange ‘Gaijin’ who wedded a lanky Japanese male who adopted two unlucky boys started to spread like wildfire. Little did his daft schoolmates knew that the bizarre Caucasian can buy their souls and life and the happy-go-lucky Japanese person can throw them at Kanagawa River with grace. Ryuu might not be the type of person to get riled up with those strange bullying, but enough was enough as he punched a tooth away from that nosy fucker from the other room. He had no regrets entering the Head Master’s room and found no fault of his doings. With a yawn they exited the Principal’s office with his father sending murderous intent at him. The principal might've been lax at him knowing that he's a very-important person's son. Aside from that, the principal had already reprimanded him to lay low with all the fighting since he's the supposed to be a valedictorian of the school. Shocker right there, since no one knew that the one who was been acing all of the senior's examinations has always been Ryuu. It might brought wonder to outside parties but their school had a strange system to disclose the identity of the people on the lists to encourage a healthy competition. Yeah right healthy, nerds wanted his identity as much as they wanted Ryuu's rank. To their dismay, no one knew, even his parents, who Student No. 11890 a.k.a as 'Tarou' was. “You’re so grounded young man,” Ryuu fought the urge to roll his bored eyes, wishing that his father could one day instill fear out of him. Unfortunately, this wasn’t one of those days. “Right.” Lee Montclaire just stared at his son with a hopeless shook of his head. A thirty-nine years old man made of muscles, his strikingly blonde father dwindled his 5’10 height with his 6’3. A wardrobe getup that was far more expensive than the KIA parked outside. A pair of black-framed glasses suspended atop his aquiline nose, sharp jaws clenched with suppressed anger; clearly his father was beyond furious. Lee didn’t took his son’s bait of taunting him to hurt Ryuu just like his previous foster parents would do to him once he’d displease them. Instead, he gave his son a not so gentle pat at his back and entered his Cadillac with a small nod to his son. It’s been ten years since Ryuu had live with them, not once did the boy opened up to them. It was tragic how estranged their relationship was, as if there was a ticking bomb ready to blow off once they’ve approached their eldest son. After the drama which his father was called for, Ryuu made a beeline towards the Vendo machine then to the arrays of lockers as he retrieved his Jordans and exited the excuse of a school. Dragging himself, his father might’ve assumed he’d resumed back to classes. The dwindling mood of his might be the reason he’d hated going back to class. Maybe the idea that he loathed the bald teacher who taught them Chemistry. Ryuu wasn’t really that special. He excelled at sports and mostly academics but that was from his Photographic memory and his ability to absorbed facts, events like a sponge. He had gotten all he needed to learn and wanted thus class was getting too boring. The only bright side of all his melancholy was probably his addiction towards basketball. The thrill of dribbling the ball and challenging enemies sated his lackluster life. Unfortunately the team didn’t have a practice as of this moment and he’d gotten tired challenging punks at the basketball court downtown. He too had a secret affinity towards reading books, especially those with a genre of Adventure. For some rumored delinquent, Ryuu’s solace was apparently inside the confines of the public library. People might thought that Ryuu was just a hot-headed simple man but upon closer understanding he was sort of a puzzle not willing to be pieced together. With a brief nod directed towards the old woman who was the librarian, the young Montclaire ascended a flight of stairs and expertly maneuvered himself into the less crowded part of the building. It was during his younger days he’d grown fascination for reading books, when he accidentally stumbled upon a dusty old book at the orphanage. Not once did he brought with him a book upon his return at home, fearing that his parents might tore them or burn them just like what his first and second foster parents did before. Just the idea of that ‘pretentious fck’ knowing that he’d read books was unappealing. He was tired of his younger brother’s antics and he’s not in the mood to play family with him and his so-called parents. Up to this date, Ryuu was a consistent customer inside the library despite the ruckus people throws at him. His thug-like appearance did scare a couple of readers but he’d paid no mind and tried to hid himself at the stack of piling books, drowning away from everything as he resumed reading ‘Arabian Sands’.