There are not many days that arrive in the year that bring joy or pleasure to [Insert name], today was no exclusion. He quietly walked down the dark sidewalk, barely lit by the dim yellow streetlamps lining the parallel road for what seemed to be miles. The sky was painted an eccentric, fascinating even, blue and purple, meeting the sun at the bottom where it was starting to turn pink. The last of the remaining stars in the sky twinkled and shone brightly as he walked beneath them. He turned from his straight path to face a large building surrounded with large fences. He cut through the grass, the fresh morning dew lightly splashing on his unbranded boots. He walked up to the gate to be greeted by a security guard holding open the large port.

"Good morning."He spoke. That was Mr.Hernandez, the most strict of the security.

[Insert name] Didn't pay any attention to his greeting, he knew it was just a formality. He adjusted his grip on the stack of books he'd been holding in his hand and continued further. Just as he had made it through the inner gates of the facility the loud bell rung. Although, the "bell" wasn't really a bell. It was more of a buzzing noise that emitted from the loudspeakers. Regardless, however, it still meant [Insert Name] had to make his way over to his designated area.

He treked his way across the campus to the far corner classes near the border of fences. He walked over to the door marked "119 " and waited patiently outside to be let in. When his access was granted, he walked to his seat in the very front row, despite hating it, and sat down. The buzzer rang again, signaling that anyone to show up after that moment was considered late without a pass. Even prison would be better than this bland room. Class was now in session.

School had finally ended, and [Insert name] was about to walk his two and a half mile trip home. It would've taken most kids hours to get home, but it took him a mere 28 minutes. He blames his long legs. He was less than two feet off campus when he felt a hand grab him. It pulled him around with a great force. He already knew who it was. [Insert name] just stared up at the large brute that had grabbed him.

"Disgusting trap!" He sneered at [Insert name].

[Insert name] didn't blame him. He did have long hair, and it was more of a feminine color, but it was also accompanied by a set of long poised, skinny legs. Along with that, he had quite curvy hips, not something extremely common on males. And even though whenever someone came up to him he'd make it extremely clear that he was, in fact, male, he was still technically a trap by default: Someone who looks like the opposing gender at first glance, meant to trick others.

"You gonna talk, trash!" He yelled at [Insert Name].

He figured it was better to endure the pain rather than to waste time fighting back. His long Auburn blonde hair blew gently in the wind as he continued to hold his expressionless gaze at his attacker. The color had long since faded from his eyes.

"You hear me worthless?" He proceeded to pick up [Insert Name].

Many students walked on their way, it wasn't a big deal. The security was nearby, but they both knew they wouldn't do anything. The fight was off campus, and therefore not any business to the guards. The truth is they're cruel people, not helping a defenseless kid because it was out of their paychecks. It made [Insert Name] sick. He didn't blame them for not helping him though.

He dealt with his beating, only receiving minor injuries. He had gained a high pain tolerance over the years, but only physically. After his bully left he started making his way home.

***

[Insert Name] walked down the large paved road. He stopped when he got to a large white mansion. He began stepping across the large white marble walk-way to the large oak door. [Insert Name] hesitated to open the door. He traced his hand over the elegant brass doorknob, before bracing himself. The door swung open with a large creak and the whole world seemed to stop as he stepped into the building. Was the house empty?

"You're late!" A disappointed voice sounded from behind him.

He had gotten his hopes up. He turned around not breaking his reflective face from before. He was mortally petrified on the inside though. One of his ten older brothers, Choba, was standing there. Well, he wasn't actually [Insert Name]'s brother, just a cousin, along with Fransisco and Roma. But [Insert Name] had grown up with them as brothers, therefore they were. He tensed up when he felt Choba strike his face with the back of his hand.

"Aiya! You have to learn to follow your punctuality!" He growled at [Insert Name].

Choba was a very strict Chinese man. Although [Insert Name] wasn't one to typically agree with stereotypes, this one fit Choba extremely well. He was trying to shape [Insert Name] into the perfect husband.

"Go to your room, I'll get you for your piano lessons in 15 minutes."He hissed as [Insert Name] ran off.

[Insert Name] went up to his room and began to cry. He did have a high pain tolerance, it didn't hurt when he got beat up by that kid, why did it hurt so much when it was from his brother? He heard a very light knock on his bedroom door before it opened. He felt footsteps approach him.

"I-i'm sorry." said the very quiet voice of Fransisco.

One out of four of his decent brothers, and the only one that happened to live with him. He looked up at Fransisco with wide eyes, one of the only times he shows emotions. Fransisco sat down beside his fratellino and hugged him. Fransisco was third oldest out of [Insert Name]'s "Homeland fratellos" as he called the brothers he lived with, seeing how four out of five of them were Italian. Fransisco actually happened to be half French, half Italian, but grew up in Canada, taking up that shy atmosphere.

"I'm sorry about last night." Fransisco apologized, resting his head on top of [Insert Name]'s.

He assumed that he was talking about when Fransisco had beat him the previous night. He knew it wasn't Fransisco's fault. Speino and Leifo, the twins and the oldest two, had come home drunk. They had brought some liquor home with them, heavily prompting the others to drink by bringing their favorite selections. Choba could drink perfectly fine and took a cup or two of some black sake. Speino took on more of the Russian side of his family, and continued with his shots of vodka, while Leifo just had a plain beer, more following the German half. Roma was just drinking whatever looked good. [Insert Name] just stood at the end of the hallway, waiting to greet his brothers. Fransisco was resisting the alcohol, while the others interrogated him.

"You never hit the brat." Speino slurred to Fransisco.

"Yeah, have a drink and give it a swing!" Roma laughed at his own wicked, dark pun.

"No, I'm fine." Fransisco denied the request.

"Stubborn fool, here!" Leifo grabbed a bottle of wine and stuffed the neck of the bottle into his mouth pouring it down his throat.

Fransisco gargled a bit, and in a matter of minutes, he was completely wasted. [Insert Name] ran up to pull away the drink he was now trying to chug down.

"Stop it!" He screamed before Fransisco slapped him away.

Fransisco started to violently hit [Insert Name], causing some minor bleeding. The whole thing was so unsightly, but the other brothers just smiled. [Insert Name] smiled too. It wasn't Fransisco's fault, but if it meant that one of the only people that cared about him could let it all out, he would gladly sacrifice.

[Insert Name] flashed back to the present.

"It wasn't your fault." He spoke dryly, probably because of the crying.

"Yes, it was." Fransisco heavily denied. "Here, I have some food for you." He handed [Insert Name] a small biscuit.

"Thank you." [Insert Name] said quietly before Fransisco kissed his forehead.

His eyes began to water.

He ate his bread ball and lied down on his bed. He cried himself to sleep that night. Such a simple introduction to his heart.

(A/N: This is currently going to be a passion project, fueled by some fanfictions I've never finished, and some OCs. I would love some feedback! Hasta la pasta losers!~)