Release the Dragon! (Polo and Inkerz ((Dragon Booster RP))

((So much for too many Role-plays Lolz!
Then again, We can't say no to our characters now can we?
Okay since my memory on Dragon Booster is a little Rusty, we can just make up most of how the Dragons operate and how the races work. You can make use of some of that Horse Riding knowledge Polo- Sama^^))


Basic Plot:

Your story begins in Haven City; your usual city - with it's ungodly tall buildings and seemingly endless roads. A Typical place filled with your average off the shelf rider and dragon pairing. All of whom are just following up on their day to day duties.

However we're no quite at the part where you jump yet. You've got goals and aims that can only a Racer can fulfil. A dull life of business is clearly not your domain is it?
With 10 tons worth of dragon at your disposal, Well I wouldn’t think so either.
So you decide to head out to an Elite Racing Stable, called Skyscale Academy.
It is here where your life will start to take shape. It is here where you will learn the tricks to perfecting your racing.
Ripping up the track from beneath metallic claws is the thrill you live for, and battling it out with you opponents is the fastest way to become the cream of the crop in a world run by racing.
Winning races will earn you new gear, so work-hard and win as many as you can. You never know what you might need.

Skyscale Academy has one very strict rule that you'll need to remember while attending there.
Street Racing and gang involvement are strictly forbidden. So watch out for who you involve yourself with.
For all you might know, you may end up at some backstreet alley race with a couple a rough-cut gangsters clamping down on your tail.
Of course if your a bit of dare devil who likes that kind of thing, then you'll love the prizes involved. Money and high level gear are almost always up for grabs down those hair crinkling street races.

If you want my opinion, get hold of some good gear, make a a couple of good contacts, stay clear of the gangs and race hard. Your story begins now young racer...

Name: Kyte Cyril

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Occupation: Student at SkyScale Academy, Part-Time Delivery Boy

Place Of Residence: The SkyScale Dormitories.

Race: Human

Fears: Wraith Dragons, The dark

Likes: Anything colorful, Insects/bugs, Sour foods, Peanut Butter

Description: Bubbly, energetic and a bit of a clutz, Kyte can almost always been seen bouncing off the walls over even slightest bit of excitement. He's kind and quick to befriend, sticking to a friend's side as tightly as glue. Even if proves to annoy them.
As happy-go-lucky as Kyte may be, he can also be a bit of an air-head. Allowing his scattered thoughts to jump around wildly and often sticking his nose into business he shouldn't.
It is therefore not uncommon for a him to show a bit of irresponsibility and making mistakes is quite a common ground for him.

Kyte tends to take harshly to any forms of blame thanks to his upbringing. He will often fall into a state of panic trying to fix his mistakes, but will always try his absolute hardest to mend his errors. Even at the cost of making impossible promises and rash decisions.

Physical Appearance: Like all the rest of his family members Kyte was gifted dark brunette hair and strange, but lively amber eyes.
His hair has a reddish brown tint to it and is cropped short. Styled with spikes that fall over his ears and eyes, Giving him a near pixie-like appearance.

He is a little below average height, but not noticeably short. His physical build is basically like that of an average teenager; thin but muscular.
Agile and quick on his feet, Kyte is rather light in weight; Aiding him well in any kind of gymnastic activity.

Attire: Kyte's attire usually consists of dark sender Jeans, sneakers and a bright lime coloured hoodie. He tends to enjoy comfortable and casual clothes. He can always been seen donning a pair of fingerless leather gloves, along with his signature Rainbow scarf that hangs loosely around his neck.
Thanks to an mysterious accident in his past, Kyte was left blind in his right eye and therefore wears a large bandage covered by a black eye-patch to hide the imperfection.


Prop Characters:
- Logan Cyril (Sister/ Top Student at SkyScale Academy)
- Vivian Cyril (Mother/ Headmaster of SkyScale Academy)


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Dragon.

Name: Spectrum (Spec)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Dragonium Colour: White
Class: SKY-CLASS dragons

Appearance/ Description (Will add picture later ^^): As an adolescent dragon, Spec is still very green to racing. He has a relatively mild temperament, but like all young dragons he can be a little energetic at times.
Curious and intelligent by nature, Spec's emerald eyes stand out brilliantly against his pearly white scales.
Along his forehead and down his spine lie elegant green and grey markings, that trickle all the way down to the front of his forelegs.
Protruding from the base of his skull lie four ear-like horns that give him a rather cat-like appearance.
With a large streamline body and appealing slender head, Spec is quick on his feet, reliable and light on the track.
((Spec is quadrupedal, he walks on all four of his legs))

((WIP - just getting my basic form up from the PC while I have Internet. Will edit on laptop. ))

Character sketch.


Name:
Trent Mason (AKA ‘Rex’ )

Age:
21

Sexual Orientation:
Openly gay and unashamed, but shows no interest in a relationship due to lingering affection for Luke.

Nature:
Introverted.


Songs:
(Black Veil Brides)
Rebel Love Song.
The Legacy


Appearance:

Trent is a good-looking guy. He’s tall and toned, with a tough face and a body to match, but his muscles are subtle and refined. He has a nasty, jagged scar stretching diagonally across his chest and halfway up the side of his neck. It is intercepted by another scar, forming a vague cross shape. This was caused, of course, by the car accident that took his parents’ lives.
He has a harsh face that can look intimidating at first, and intense ice-blue eyes ringed with a deep midnight colour. His hair is dyed a dark shade of red, and frames his face in unruly locks, feathering out about his cheeks and the nape of his neck. He has a long fringe that constantly covers his forehead, and occasionally falls across his eyes. His right ear has two piercings at the top, filled by silver rings. An inked chain is tattooed into the skin just above his collarbone on the left side, tracing around almost to the back of his neck, where it ends in a broken link. He is usually seen wearing a leather jacket, often with a scarf or some sort of black collar to cover his neck, and some old band T-shirt with a dark design underneath. He tends to wear dark, baggy jeans, often adorned with chains and rips around the knees and pockets. His chosen shoes are an assortment of bulky black boots, and his wrists are often covered by spiked leather bands or sweatbands. He’s often seen with his earphones in, bobbing his head placidly to some heavy, raging rock band.



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Personality:

Positive Traits:

Determined, Rebellious, Bold, Strong, Wilful, Brave, Daring, Confident, Independent.
Stands up for what he believes in.
Fights Oppression.
Optimistic, doesn’t give up.
Passionate.
Motivating.
Hardworking.
Loyal.
Caring.
Dedicated.

Negative Traits:

Tends to be very closed off.
Secretive.
Can be snappish.
He can stir trouble unnecessarily.
Unforgiving.
When he falls, he falls hard.
Defies authority, often going against the law.
Can be dishonest at times.
Aggravated easily by certain things.
Defensive.
Indignant.



Actions:

Plays Guitar.
Involved in illegal street racing, heists and gambling at night under a false alias (Rex).


History:

Born to a wealthy family, he was sent to a fancy private school where he met his timid best friend, Luke. After saving Luke from a group of bullies, the two were nearly inseparable. When Trent was 12, Luke was attacked by the same bullies while walking home from school and nearly killed. By some stroke of luck, Trent arrived just in time to save him, but Luke was still in hospital for weeks. After that, the grief-stricken Trent vowed never to let Luke out of his sight again. At age 13, Trent was involved in a terrible car accident that killed his family and left him scarred, also leaving him to be raised by a poor but well-meaning Uncle who did his best to put Trent through high school. After graduation, however, Luke’s parents decided to enrol him in a wealthy, top-class Dragon Racing Academy. Nervous as ever, Luke begged Trent to go with him, and out of sheer loyalty Trent agreed, even though he knew he could not afford it. He had grown to love Luke over the years, but since he knew that his friend was straight, he never acted on it, and just stuck determinedly to Luke’s side, ever protective.

Motivations:

Has to race in order to earn money for college fees. Has a good friend / romantic interest at Skyscale Academy. They have been friends since childhood, but Luke is nervous, insecure and naïve, and begged Trent to go with him to Skyscale. Even though he could not afford it, Trent went along with Luke, because he had promised to always protect him.

He is also driven by resentment for the bullies who nearly killed Luke, making him totally intolerant of any sort of bullying or unprovoked physical aggression.

After receiving a frustrating amount of sympathy after his family’s death, Trent has become determined not to show weakness and always to try stay optimistic to stop people from taking pity on him. He appears strong even when he doesn’t feel it.


Likes:

Rock and Heavy Metal music, particularly Black Veil Brides.
Playing Guitar.
Cars and Engines.
Dragons and Racing.
Chewing on pens.
Jogging.
Skittles. (Like, a lot.)
Playing Cards (Particularly Poker)
Mighty Beans (He has a collection.)
Guitar Hero.
Romance Movies.
Singstar. (Not that he’d tell anybody.)

Dislikes:

Pop Music.
Action movies. (He considers them unrealistic.)
Dancing. (A lot.)
Bullies.
Mosh Pits at rock concerts.
M &Ms.
Maths and Science.


Fears:

Darkness.
Birds.



DRAGON:


Vesuvius
Red Draconium Dragon
Magma class

Vesuvius is a four-legged racing dragon , bred at one of the world’s top racing stables. Unfortunately, his mother died due to birthing complications and, having been denied oxygen at birth, Vesuvius suffered minor damage to the Lateral Orbitofrontal lobe of his brain. This caused the dragon to have trouble controlling his emotions and responses since birth, giving him a somewhat bipolar nature, and often causing him to lash out viciously.
Since he was the stable’s best hope – worth millions of dollars – Vesuvius’s owners tried hard to put him through training despite his dangerous temperament, trying to keep him under control by using highly advanced equipment and very extreme methods. Sadly, Vesuvis just rebelled against their training, turning from a vicious, unpredictable dragon into a cold blooded murderer. After he threw and mauled his jockey at his first race – effectively killing the man – Vesuvius’s owners decided to have him put down.
Luckily for the dragon, Trent Mason happened to stop by at his execution, and convinced the owners to give the creature away rather than put him to death. Since then, Vesuvius has bonded with Trent, but he still doesn’t trust any other humans, and can often behave unpredictably. Even with Trent, he will still lash out sometimes, but he is certainly improving. And, despite his temperamental downfalls, Vesuvius is an enormously talented athlete with a fiery winning spirit.

Vesuvious has a lithe but powerful build, bred both to fight and to race, and his pitch black scales are splashed with patterns of deep crimson – almost dark enough to be called maroon – which rise up in a fiery pattern along his sides, down his tail, and up his neck to stripe his head. He has fiery red eyes, and sharp silver spikes spanning the length of his neck and tail, complete with a large pair of spikes both on his nose and under his chin. A pair of red, two-part horns protrude from the back of his head, just above his ears. A red stripe runs along the top of his spine, giving him a striking flash of colour, especially when he’s racing out on the track.

With his backpack hanging loosely from his shoulder, Kyte padded cheerfully down the hallways of Skyscale Academy. It was the day before the start of the new term and he was keen to start it off with a skip in his step and with an uncomfortably large grin stretched across on his cute face.
Reciting the rather ridiculous lyrics of a familiar song, Kyte sang it out at the top of his lungs,“I'm walking on sunshine, Ohhhhhh! I'm Walking on Sunshine, Ohhhhh!... And don't it feel good!”
Chuckling with bubbly energy, he paused his song for a minute to check his classroom roster.
The neatly printed paper had his dormitory number stamped on it as well as a long list of supplies and textbooks he stilled need to pick up from the office.
Scratching his head with some confusion, he flipped the page over to check out the small, crudely scribbled map he had drawn earlier. His aim was to get to the dormitories, but for some unknown reason his crayon sketched layout of the buildings seemed to leave him wandering in circles.
“Ah Man! I'm never going to get to my room like this...”, pulling a funny face, he furrowed his eyebrows thoughtfully. “Room 404...Well that just sounds like a computer error to me.” Throwing his arms in casual defeat, he ambled on through the hallways ever cheerful. Singing aloud as he had done before and gaining a long line of rather uncomfortable glares from his fellow students.

It took him a few hours, but eventually Kyte managed to wander into the boys dormitory building.
Sprinting up surprisingly long staircase, he then counted down the numbers of the doors as he walked towards the location of his own room.
As far he knew, he would be sharing his room with a room-mate. The prospect of a new friend seemed to excite him to no end and when he did eventually reach the door. He wasted no time in flinging it open with unnecessary force.
“Hi there! It's nice to me-...Aww looks like I'm still early.”
Pouting sulkily, Kyte gazed about the empty room with slight disappointment. His room-mate hadn't arrive yet.

Casually shifting his backpack onto his shoulder, Kyte curiously wandered into the large cream coloured room.
It had been recently clean and still held the fresh scent of linen and carpet cleaner.
The room itself had a fairly symmetrical layout. It held two beds; each set against a wall at the opposite ends of the room,Two desks; neatly stacked with student handbooks, and finally a long range of neatly built in cupboards for clouthes.

Breathing in the refreshing scent with appreciation, Kyte impishly made his way towards one of the two beds. Giving the mattress a testing press with his hand, he then grin and dropped his backpack to the floor.
“Looks good, I think I'll claim this side of the room...”
Unclipping the bag with quick fingers, Kyte then turned it over carelessly onto his bed. Allowing all it's contents to spill out into an giant, strangely sticky pile.
Smiling warmly at the familiar sight of his possessions, he then began to settle in. Filling up his side of the wall with multiple box-like frames that held neatly pinned up butterflies and beetles within.
Once his prized collection had been strung up on the wall, Kyte then picked through his belongings for a few bottles and one oddly shaped glass tank. Depositing the dirt-filled tank onto a shelve overhead his bed, Kyte beamed blissfully as he greeted the tiny ants that burrowed neatly within. “Gregory, Sam, Pea...You guys were fighting again weren't you? I told you to behave! Bad ants, no sugar for you”
Waggling his finger scoldingly, Kyte then bounced playfully down onto his bed.
It took him a good thirty minutes more to unpack out the rest of his things, but once they all had been put away, he found himself crawling along the floor. His eyes narrowed seriously as he desperately searched for something.
A large glass tank sat upon his bedside table, it seemed suspiciously empty. It's hairy occupant was clearly missing in action.

((I've missed Kyte...He's SOOOOO much better as a boy. He already lost his pet Tarantula, Henry XD))

The new term hadn't even started yet, and Trent was late. It wasn't his fault; well, not really. He had planned to fly in the day before, but after waiting until the last minute for Luke - who he had assumed was to be traveling with him - he had found out that Luke was in fact already at the academy, having flown in his family's private jet. This, of course, left Trent to reschedule to a later flight for himself.
And that was why he was late. Jet lagged, too.

Sighing heavily, Trent hefted his backpack higher onto his shoulder, then stopped upon reaching the tall, wrought iron gates of Skyscale Academy, his suitcase rolling to a stop beside him.
Of course, the gates were closed.
"Goddammit, Luke..." Trent groaned, swiping a sleeve over his sweaty forehead. "Now what...?"
He glanced left and right, and just as he was about to resign himself to sleeping in the gutter, his cellphone rang.
Hearing the throbbing drumbeat of Black Veil Brides shattering the stillness of the night, Trent jumped, cursing as he juggled the buzzing device.
At last, he slammed it against his ear, wincing at the slightly-too-hard impact, and growled, "Yeah?"
"Oooh, you sound scary." A familiar voice teased on the other end, "Did you get in okay?"
Feeling his expression soften slightly at the sound of Luke's voice, Trent rolled his eyes, and snapped grumpily, "No. I'm stuck outside, actually. I had to take a later flight thanks to you."
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not."
"Okay, you got me." Trent could hear the smile in Luke's voice, and again he rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to laugh.
"Want me to find someone to let you in?"
"No, Luke, I want to sleep out here in a dumpster." Trent retorted sarcastically, "Just do something, would you?"
Feigning irritation with his friend's usual high spirits, Trent hung up the phone and shoved it into his pockets. A few seconds later, the gates swung upon.
"Figures..." He grumbled to himself. Luke always had connections in all the right places. For that boy, everything worked out. Always.

Once he had made his way up to the academy's dormitories, Luke arrived to meet him, and after arguing briefly about whether or not Trent needed help carrying his luggage, (After a particularly vicious nuggie, it was eventually decided that he did not.) the pair headed up to find Trent's room.
"I already met your roommate." His friend told him cheerfully, "His name's Kyte. Nice guy - kinda energetic though." Luke winked, "I'm sure you can handle it."
"Whatever." Trent rolled his eyes, shouldering through the door into his room, "Just let me decide, would you?"
When he turned away from Luke to consider the room, he was met by the image of an upturned backside, which - at second glance - was connected to a particularly colourfully-dressed individual who he took to be his roommate, Kyte.
Ignoring the boy's strange antics with a firm lack of interest, Trent stomped over to the free bed, and dumped his luggage unceremoniously onto it, rubbing at his sore arm muscles.
He glanced around, and almost instantly, his eyes fell upon an unsettlingly large black spider, which appeared to have crawled up the side of his bed that very moment. Uttering a huff of disgust, he looked toward Kyte and Luke - now both crawling around on the floor - then toward an empty glass tank on a shelf nearby. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.
"This what you're looking for?" He grunted, pinching the spider's hairy abdomen between thumb and forefinger, and holding it up. The creature twisted and squirmed, its eight legs flailing horribly, and Trent held it further from himself, repulsed.
It's going to be a damn long year.

With Luke assisting him in his search, Kyte barely noticed his new room-mate enter.
Half crawling beneath his bed, Kyte began to sift through a mess of textbooks he had stored there earlier.
“Not here, Not there...Where are you little guy?”, He murmured sulkily as he swatted through a mess of crumpled papers.

"This what you're looking for?"
Perking up suddenly at the sound of the strange new voice, Kyte bumped his head hard against the wooden beam of his bed.
Groaning with some pain he muttered something incoherent before shifting backwards.
Sitting up with his legs crossed, he rubbed a hand tenderly over the newly acquired bump on his head.
Gazing briefly towards Luke, Kyte furrowed his eyebrows with some thought. The voice clearly hadn't come from him.
Craning his neck backwards, he nearly overbalanced himself as he tried to steal a glance towards the red-haired stranger standing behind him.

Beaming brightly at the familiar sight eight hairy legs, He exclaimed loudly,“Henry! Ah! you found him!”.Chuckling with excitement he spun around on his heels, bouncing back onto his feet in a single movement.
Cupping his hands gently around the spider, He then followed the outstretched hand to it's owner.
Before him stood a man. He was taller than Kyte by at least a head and donned a mop of blood-red hair, styled into neat spikes that etched around his handsome features.
Blinking for a moment through innocent curiosity, Kyte leaned forward to examine his new room mate through an uncomfortably close eye.
His boyish features considered the man for a moment and he wrinkled his nose cutely, clearly trying to figure out something.
A massive grin soon spilt across his lips as he murmured appreciatively, “Radical hair you have there mate! I Love it!... Thanks for finding Henry by the way. He's the kinda spider that likes to get out for for lots of exercise.”
Gaining a few unimpressed looks, Kyte laughed. Raising his hands he added quickly, “Don't worry I'm planning on getting him a bigger tank soon, but don't tell my Mum. Pets aren’t really allowed in the dorms”
Stepping backwards with a tiny skip, Kyte took hold of the man's hand.
Shaking it energetically, he happily introduced himself, “The name's Kyte by the way, Kyte Cyril. You're my new room-mate aren’t you? It's great to meet you at last! Luke's told me a bit about you. Do you like bugs? I love them, but you probably knew that already”
Beaming with clear enjoyment, Kyte released the man's hand.
Quickly padding over towards the empty tank resting near his bedside table, he deposited the squirming tarantula safely inside.
Sliding the tank's lid closed, he then sprinted back to Luke's side quickly.
Dusting his hands together, he smiled,“Well with Henry safely at home, I guess we can finally start getting ready for our first class. I can't wait for it to start. Can't really remember what it was though... ”, Breaking off for a moment Kyte scratched his head questionably.
“Wait, What did you say your name was again?” Blinking his large amber eye curiously, he then chuckled with some embarrassment,“I didn't quite catch it. Guess I'll need to get a mental name-catching net or something... It could look kinda like a butterfly net, but it would be imaginary of course.”

After watching Kyte bump his head, overbalance, and basically display about as much grace as an elephant dancing the ballet, Trent found that he could understand exactly what Luke had meant about Kyte being 'energetic'. “Henry! Ah! you found him!” The boy chirped excitedly, apparently catching sight of the spider at last.
"Hm." Trent extended the squirming creature pinched between his fingers, and dropped it into his roommate's open palm.
"Henry?" He cast Luke a glance, but his friend just shrugged, flashing a grin, and shooed Trent back toward Kyte, who was still chatting cheerfully to him, even though he clearly wasn't listening. When he looked back at the boy - who he now noticed had an eyepatch over one eye - it was to find that Kyte's spider-free hand had closed around his, shaking it with indecent enthusiasm.
“The name's Kyte by the way, Kyte Cyril." He announced, leaving no room for Trent to answer, "You're my new room-mate aren’t you? It's great to meet you at last! Luke's told me a bit about you. Do you like bugs? I love them, but you probably knew that already.”
"Yeah. I figured." He grunted, folding his arms as he watched Kyte trot across the room to deposit 'Henry' in his tank. After than, the boy headed over to Luke, so Trent shrugged, accepting his dismissal, and turned to the luggage on his bed, keen to get unpacked. He would just have to miss the first class.
“Wait, What did you say your name was again?”
"Hm?" He glanced up, looking at Kyte, and realized that the boy was speaking to him again.
“I didn't quite catch it. Guess I'll need to get a mental name-catching net or something... It could look kinda like a butterfly net, but it would be imaginary of course.”
He blinked at his roommate in a bemused fashion for a moment, then sighed and straightened up, stretching his stiff back.
"I didn't say." He replied. "You know you talk way too much, right? Nobody could get a word in edgewise."
He was about to turn back to his unpacking, but then he noticed Luke shooting him a scolding glance, and rolled his eyes in resignation.
"The name's Trent. Trent Mason." He muttered, gripping Kyte's hand briefly in an official fashion. "Now if you'll excuse me..."
"Oh no, Mister!" Trent stopped when he heard Luke's voice, and turned to see his friend watching him; arms folded and eyes narrowed strictly, "You're thinking of skipping class on the first day?"
"Well, somebody forced me to take a later flight, remember?" Trent's jaw clenched defensively.
"Oh, shush. You can't blame me for this. C'mon, T-Rex, I'll help you unpack later."
Trent scowled, eyes shooting daggers, and Luke grinned in response, then added cheekily, "If you do what I sat, I'll stop calling you T-Rex."
"Can't argue with that..." Trent sighed, rubbing a hand wearily through his spiked red hair. "Fine then, give me a moment, I'm coming."
He took a brief moment to splash water over his face in the bathroom, trying to wake himself up after the long flight, then headed out to meet his friend. Luke winked at him, then turned to Kyte. "I've got a difference class now, so I'm gonna have to leave Mr. Grumpy here-"
"For God's sake, Luke!"
"What? It's not T-Rex." He grinned, and Trent's expression darkened, lips pulling back into a feral snarl.
"Oooh, scary." Luke wiggled his fingers in a mockingly spooky fashion, then turned back to Kyte and said, "Anyway, as I was saying, I'm gonna leave him in your care. Make sure he gets to class." He glanced warningly at Trent, "And stays there. And don't let him spend his lunchtime sulking in the corner and scaring people."
"I don't-"
"You have a scary face, Trent Mason, and don't you deny it!" Luke jabbed an accusing finger at him, then flashed a grin, and waved them off as he added, "Cheers guys! Don't kill each other."
Then, with one final wink, Luke had vanished down the corridor, leaving Trent alone with Kyte.
He glared at the spot where his friend had vanished, and muttered to himself, "God, he's an ass." Smiling despite himself, Trent shook his head, then turned to Kyte with a more serious expression, clearing his throat awkwardly. "So..." He mumbled, "Where are we supposed to go, anyway?"

"I didn't say...You know you talk way too much, right? Nobody could get a word in edgewise."
Shrugging casually in response, Kyte tucked his arms lazily behind his head. Grinning with amusement he replied, “Really think so? My Mum says that too, but I can't help myself. I think it has something to do with my ABCD. I had meds for it a while back, but the stuff tasted too awful. Figured I'd leave it until they came out with a better flavour, y'know like Toffee or something”
Watching the stranger through an ever inquisitive gaze, Kyte tilted his head questionably as he patiently waited for the man to give up his name.
With a little encouragement from Luke, the red-head finally gave in. Rolling his ice-blue eyes with clear defeat, he shook Kyte's hand and muttered grumpily,"The name's Trent. Trent Mason. Now if you'll excuse me..."
Stepping out of Trent's way as commanded, Kyte bounced back to his place beside Luke.
He was clearly pleased to have two new friends and soon found himself chuckling at the rather humorous argument that had broken out between the two.
From what he had gathered, Trent seemed less that keen to face their first day in the academy. The Guy was already trying to skip out on classes.
Throwing in his own objections, Kyte aided Luke in his attempt to get Trent to change his mind.
With a few teasing words and a couple of quick remarks, the two youngsters eventually got their way.

Waiting outside the room with Luke at his side, Kyte chatted animatedly with his new found friend.
Throwing in his usual wild gestures and loud exclamations while he spoke.
A short rather strange story later, Trent appeared.
Perking his head up as a dog would, Kyte waved cheerfully,“Heya Trent! Come on we're going to be late”
Turning on the ball of his foot to face Luke, he tugged excitedly at the boy's sleeve, “Ready to Go? I sure am”
Luke shook his head,"I've got a difference class now, so I'm gonna have to leave Mr. Grumpy here-"
Objecting loudly to Luke's name calling, Trent kicked started another one of their debates.
Their disagreements were nothing more that a few playfully strung words. It was the furtherest thing from serious and Kyte found himself thoroughly enjoying it. He even felt a tiny inkling of jealousy nibble at his thoughts as he watched them 'play'.
Laughing in good humour, he beamed, “I dunno Trent, T-Rex does kinda suits you. Except for the arms though, but you got that scary look down to a pinhead.”
Catching Luke's eye, Kyte nodded and listened as the boy continued,"Anyway, as I was saying, I'm gonna leave him in your care. Make sure he gets to class...And stays there. And don't let him spend his lunchtime sulking in the corner and scaring people."
With an obedient salute and a small chuckle, Kyte nodded, “Ai Captain, I'll take good care of him. You can count on me”
With a friendly wave and a final wink, Luke disappeared around the corner, "Cheers guys! Don't kill each other."
Bouncing on the spot, Kyte then turned his attention to Trent as the man muttered with annoyance, "God, he's an ass."
Snickering at this, Kyte held his hands innocently behind his back and he chipped in, “You say that, but I can still see you smiling”
Winking Trent's way, Kyte barely took note of the serious expression that befallen the man's features.
Clearing his throat with some awkwardness, he muttered,"So...Where are we supposed to go, anyway?"
Nodding in response, Kyte searched his pockets for the crayon drawn map he had used earlier.
“Here it is!”, He exclaimed victoriously, unravelling the bit of crumbled paper between his fingers as turned to read it.
“Hmm, Looks like we've got an a five minute Orientation class with our home-room teacher, then straight to Maths”
Gazing up towards Trent with a smile in place, Kyte raced ahead, “Lets go this way!”
Racing forward and then back to Trent's side and then forward again, Kyte lead the way to their class.
It took a few minutes to get there and they almost got lost twice thanks to Kyte's map, but it wasn't too long before they were neatly seated in their correct class.
Taking a seat beside Trent, Kyte fidgeted quietly with his pencils while they waited for their teacher to enter the room room.”
Walking with long strides, a middle aged man with thick round glasses turned to face them. Running a hand awkwardly through a mop of greasy black hair, he greeted them, “Good After noon Class, I'll be your Home-room teacher for this year...Aren’t you a lucky lot of brats?”, he chipped in sarcastically before grabbing a black marker and writing out his name on the board behind him, “My name is Mr. Drew. Be nice to me and I'll be nice to you.”
Padding over towards a large pile of textbooks he began to hand them out, “Lets leave the formalities for now though, I can see you bored enough as it is.”
Once all the books were handed out he turned his lesson straight into a hectically hardcore maths session.
Staring blankly at the lined paper before him, Kyte glanced nervously towards the mess of complicated questions that he had been handed.
The equations looked like noodle soup to him and furrowing his eyebrows with attempted concentration he nearly gave himself a head ache.
Raising his hand in question he scratched his head and murmured, “Sir I'm confused, can you explain it again”

When Kyte took out a hand-drawn crayon map, Trent had to admit that he began to feel some trepidation. Actually, that was an understatement. When Kyte skipped ahead to lead the way, Trent simply abandoned all hope. Still, he was alone in this world of the posh and wealthy. He didn't know left from right in this college, let alone where the classes were. Hopeless as it was, following Kyte was his best hope.
With a resigned sigh, he trudged wearily after his energetic roommate, ignoring how Kyte skipped ahead and scurried back, never remaining in one spot for long. It didn't particularly bother Trent - if Kyte wanted to waste energy, that was his problem - but he certainly didn't intend to join in. Not everybody had the luxury to skip around and smell the flowers.

One long and confusing journey later, they arrived at their class, and Trent flopped down at his desk, jubbing his aching temples. He really was exhausted from his flight, and wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep, but instead, he was forced to sit there and listen to Mr Drew prattle on about simultaneous equations, and the formula of velocity over time to work out the acceleration of a racing dragon...
The words grew muffled in his ears, and though Trent stared blankly at the teacher all the while, he was just too tired to absorb any information.
When the time came to start working, he stared down at the equations in front of him, and froze.
What the f*ck is this?
He stared at the page, his frown deepening further and further by the minute, until at last, a voice beside him saved him from his painful concentration.
“Sir I'm confused, can you explain it again.”
Trent breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Kyte had asked the question. He, of course, was too proud to ask for help - but he couldn't deny that he desperately needed to hear a second explanation. Unfortunately, Mr Drew didn't look entirely pleased.
"Weren't you listening?" The teacher asked, frowning irritably as he approached, "I just explained this, and besides, you should have done it last year. It's not rocket science." He walked over, stopping between Trent and Kyte, and leaning down on Trent's desk. Frowning irritably, he shifted aside.
"What are you confused about?" The teacher asked Kyte, gesturing to the equations. "V is velocity, T is time, and you solve for A; that's acceleration." He shrugged, and Trent turned his attention to his own page again, raising his eyebrows. That was all very well, but he was still trying to work out where the second 'V' came from...
"I really don't see how I could make it any simpler."
You could do an example, for starters. Trent thought irritably, once again shifting away from Mr Drew's elbow, that kept creeping further and further over his desk.
"If you need any help, you can help each other." Mr Drew finished, smiling and clapping both Kyte and Trent on the shoulder. Trent stiffened, and as he cast Mr Drew a glare, he saw the teacher anxiously remove his hand, clearing his throat awkwardly. Trent rolled his shoulders.
"Frankly," He said, "I don't really understand either."
"How can you not-"
"You tell me. You're the teacher, right?" Trent raised his eyebrows, and Mr Drew seemed to consider him for a moment, wondering whether to scold him. Apparently, after considering the boy's dangerous, icy gaze, he decided that it wasn't worth it.
"Okay..." He sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "What's got you boys confused?"
Trent shrugged, and nodded toward Kyte. He didn't want to get involved in all this.

"Weren't you listening?"
When Mr. Drew began to prattle on about Kyte's lack of concentration, the boy found himself grinning awkwardly in response.
Scratching his head, Kyte furrowed his eyebrows apologetically before speaking.
“Sorry Sir, but it really just looks like Alphabet soup to me. I mean where does the 'V' come from? And Shouldn't 'A' be next a 'B'? A is always next to B right?...or is that just in the alphabet?”
Clearly lost with his equations, Kyte pursed his lips and attempted to focus once more on his teacher's monotone voice.
Following the tip of Mr. Drew's ballpoint pen with cat-like curiosity, The overly hyper boy found himself struggling to read through the various letters and numbers his teacher had began pointing to.
Tapping his foot and fidgeting incessantly in his desk, it was plain to see that he would adsorb as much information as a saturated sponge would.

Dazing out after a good few minutes of driveling explanation, Kyte blinked with confusion when a hard, but friend clap caught his shoulder.
“Hmm?”, he suddenly grunted. Perking up his head with uncertainty he caught the reassuring smile that lay plastered across his teacher’s face.
"If you need any help, you can help each other.", Mr. Drew concluded as he gestured towards Trent, then back at Kyte.
Blinking thoughtfully for a moment, Kyte turned uncertainly towards at his aloof room-mate. The red-haired man held an expression that could very nearly freeze fire, and as much as Kyte needed help, he couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved by the murderous glow in those cold blue eyes.
Swallowing back some of his apprehension, he grinned, “Err...Don't suppose you could help me out here?”
When Trent pulled away from Mr. Drew's touch, Kyte momentarily dropped his smile.
"Frankly, I don't really understand either.”
Sighing a deep breath of relief, Kyte beamed and gazed expectantly towards his teacher.
With an clear tinge of irritation in his voice, Mr. Drew murmured,"How can you not-"
When Trent sent a rather dangerous glare his way, Kyte sank uncertainly beneath his desk. A single amber eye was the part only part of his face still visible as he poked his head up curiously to see what was happening.

Retorting with his usual indifference, Trent murmured,"You tell me. You're the teacher, right?"
Considering the man's cold words for a moment or two, Mr. Drew finally sighed and gave in,“Okay...What's got you boys confused?”
Gazing curiously towards Trent, Kyte smiled when the man nodded his way.
Sitting up in his seat, he then picked up his pen and began to circle the various points on his paper.
Murmuring thoughtfully, he added, “All of these letters and actually the purpose of the equation too. I don't think you can work out a dragon's speed using just math Sir.”
Grinning at the slightly confused and clearly annoyed expression on his teacher's face, Kyte continued with a shrug,” Well I mean think about it. It really depends on the breed. And obviously how heavy it is and then there's the attitude, feeding and gear...My sister's dragon is really fast, have you seen him on the track! Nothing can beat Nemesis, not even-”
“Mr. Cyril! that's quite enough!”
Fixing his glasses into place, it was very clear that Mr. Drew had had more enough of the boy's blabbering.
“I don't have time for this”, he snapped coldly as he eyed another student's raised hand in the background.
Rubbing a hand over his eyes and forehead, he then turned back towards Kyte, “You think that it's funny to mock my subject don't you? Well you and your friend here can finish today's homework in detention.”
Standing up out of his seat, Kyte began to object, “But Sir! I've got to-”
“I don't want to hear it Kyte!”, Mr. Drew suddenly burst before hastily calming his voice into a something akin to a growl, “That attitude of yours is out of control. Now Sit back down!”
Furrowing his eyebrows, Kyte remained where he was and pleaded, “But Sir that's not fair! Trent didn't- ”
“Out! Out! Out!”
Mr. Drew had finally cracked and stood before the class, blood-red in face and panting.
With his finger pointing firmly towards the door, he practically commanded Kyte to leave the room.
Slumping his shoulders and sighing half-heartedly, Kyte nodded and took his leave.
With his backpack slung loosely over his shoulder he retreated out into the empty hallway.
Closing the door behind himself, Kyte then took to a spot on the floor beside it.
Leaning back heavily against the wall, he whined, “Ah Scales! What a mess!...Why can't I just keep my big mouth shut for once”
Running his hands through his messy brown hair, he sulked and quietly listened to the rest of lesson from outside.
His attention however, was short lived as Kyte soon found himself shooting bits of paper into a waste basket using nothing more than an old elastic.

Trent listened to Kyte's mindless babble for a moment, then rolled his eyes, a faintly amused expression on his face, and turned back to the equations in front of him. Skipping the first one - he had already given up on that - he turned his attention to one that made some sense, roughly three sums down. With a frown of concentration, he began trying to puzzle it out, Kyte's enthusiastic objections nothing but a high-pitched drone in the background.
He completely ignored the argument waging over his head, until at last, he sensed his own involvement in it.
“You think that it's funny to mock my subject don't you?" Mr Drew demanded irritably, "Well you and your friend here can finish today's homework in detention.”
Detention?
Trent sat up abruptly, narrowing his eyes, and turned to glare at the teacher. "Hey!" He snarled, "What did I-"
But before he could finish objecting, Kyte had piped up, and once again the boy and the teacher went head-to-head, battling it out over Trent's head. He sighed heavily, and covered his face wearily with his hands. He could hear Kyte attempting to stand up for him, but it was clearly a lost cause. Not that he cared. He was over this whole 'maths class' thing. The teacher was rubbish anyway.
“Out! Out! Out!” Mr Drew's furious voice bellowed beside him, and Trent flinched when a drop of spittle struck his cheek, grunting in disgust. Giving up on concentrating, he slammed his textbook shut, and watched as Kyte left the room, carrying his bag contritely over his shoulder.
Moments after the boy had left, Trent packed his things, picked up his own bag, and stood up.
"And where do you think you're going, Mr Mason?" Mr Drew asked crisply, flashing Trent a withering glare.
"Out." He answered stiffly, eyes shooting daggers, "I've got the whole of detention to finish my work anyway. No use wasting my time here." He hitched his bag more firmly over his shoulder, "It's not like I'm learning anything anyway."
Mr Drew looked speechless with anger, and though his face bulged like a tomato, Trent paid him no mind. He just turned on his heel, and walked out of the class, leaving a stony silence in his wake.
The door closed behind him with a definite 'click'.

Away from the crowded room, Trent took a deep breath, closing his eyes a moment, then looked around to find Kyte sitting against the wall, flicking papers into a waste basket. He watched for a while, then - just as one of the papers was about to meet it's mark - he pushed the basket aside with his foot. The paper bounced off the wall, and landed innocently on the dirty floor, among many more that littered the corridor.
"You missed." Trent pointed out, offering a hand to help Kyte to his feet.
The truth was, he appreciated that his new roommate had stood up for him. Even if it was Kyte's fault that he was in trouble in the first place, he appreciated the gesture. Not many people bothered to show Trent kindness - especially in a high-class place like Skyscale.
"That class was a waste of time." He grunted, "I'm heading down to the stables to see how my dragon's settled in. You want to come?"
I'll need someone to show me the way, after all...

Armed with a rubber-band in hand, Kyte proceeded to aimlessly flick bits tiny of paper the a waste basket. The pointless game seemed to fuelled by some medieval back story he had come up with, and every now and again he would make some kind of Robin Hood reference.

When the door beside him clicked open, Kyte found himself briefly distracted.
With a rather curious gaze in place, he looked up to find the familiar sight of his room-mate; Trent, standing beside him.
Confused for a moment, Kyte wondered if the man hadn't come outside to scold him. He had of course gotten his room-mate into detention after all, so in a way he was expecting something along those lines.
Unsure of what to do, Kyte pulled back his hand and aimed for the bin as an archer would do. When he released his paper 'arrow' it briefly hit it's mark before falling neatly beside the bin.
Furrowing his eyebrows in response, he glared up at Trent.
"You missed.", The red-haired man pointed out as he offered out his hand to Kyte.
With a peevish grin, Kyte stuck out his tongue and took hold of his friend's hand, “Jerk, You made me miss”
Pulling himself back onto his feet, Kyte began to dust off his jeans.
"That class was a waste of time.", Trent grunted. Throwing a quick glance towards the classroom door, the boy nodded, “Yeah, It really is. I like maths though, but I understand nothing of it. It always looks like something out of a cereal box to me.”
Chuckling for a moment, Kyte scratched his head awkwardly, “Err...I'm sorry for getting you into trouble back there. I really didn't mean it, it just kinda happened.”
Meeting Trent's icy-blue gaze with an innocent one of his own, Kyte quietly wondered what the man was thinking. Trent always held that same stressed and contemplative expression in place and Kyte couldn’t help but ponder the thoughts that went on behind those ever turning gears in his head.

"I'm heading down to the stables to see how my dragon's settled in. You want to come?"
Coming out of his daze almost instantly, Kyte shook his head with excitement, “You bet I do! What colour dragon do have? Oh! I bet it looks awesome. I've seen some of the dragons here already and boy are they big and bright. My dragon Spectrum is small compared to some of them.”
Tugging briefly on Trent's sleeve, Kyte nodded in the direction they needed to go, “Come on, I'll led the way”

A short walk through the dormitory gardens seemed to take them directly to the academy stables.
Grinning at the familiar sight of the massive 'U' shaped building, Kyte hurried along towards the entrance.
With his student card in hand, he swiped the door to unlock it.
“The Dragons here are supposed to be stabled according to draconium colour...err what Type is yours?”, he asked with a cute little tilt of his head.
Leading Trent inside the building, they soon made their way towards the area where his dragon had been stabled.

Watching Kyte nod eagerly, Trent shrugged, and started walking down the corridor, heading in what he hoped was the direction of the stables. “You bet I do!" Kyte chirped, skipping along beside him, "What colour dragon do have? Oh! I bet it looks awesome. I've seen some of the dragons here already and boy are they big and bright. My dragon Spectrum is small compared to some of them.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but then Kyte grabbed his sleeve and said, “Come on, I'll led the way.”
Shrugging, Trent flicked his arm free, and followed his energetic roommate as he hurried eagerly through the hallways, heading quickly out to the stables.
They soon left the building, and headed out across the gardens, walking over the immaculately kept lawns that Trent was certain they weren't supposed to be walking on. Still, he'd never held much regard for the rules, so he just shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, and followed after the young man bouncing along in front of him.

A short walk later, they arrived at the stables, and Kyte gained them entrance with a swipe of his student card - Trent hadn't gotten his yet. Rolling his shoulders, he followed the boy into the fancy stable block, and looked around curiously.
“The Dragons here are supposed to be stabled according to draconium colour...Err what Type is yours?” Kyte asked, looking up at him.
"Red." Trent answered, just as a dramatic crashing sound echoed through the yard, followed by a furious, blood curdling roar. "That'll be him."
Apparently unconcerned, Trent made his way over to the source of a sound, where a metal door was shuddering and vibrating under the series of vicious blows pelted at it from the dragon inside. As he drew closer, Trent could see that his dragon had already dented the door.
"Vesuvius!" He called.
The noise ceased.
For a long moment there was silence, broken only by the monstrous breathing from inside the high metal door. Trent typed the combination into the lock beside the door, and with a beep and a hiss, it slowly glided open, revealing the angry, panting dragon trapped there. The massive black creature drew itself up to its full size, red stripes glinting impressively, and lashed its spiked tail.
"Stay back," Trent warned, casting Kyte a glance, "He's a bit wary of strangers."
'A bit wary' was clearly an understatement. Vesuvius was looking at Kyte with burning malice in his eyes.
"There there, big chap." Trent crooned, edging closer to his dragon, and offering a hand to the animal. Vesuvius considered it a moment, then huffed a steamy breath, and pressed the tip of his scaled nose gently against Trent's open palm.
"So this is my dragon," He explained proudly, a faint smile on his lips as he turned back to Kyte, keeping a hand on Vesuvius's neck to calm him. "His name's Vesuvius, Vee for short." Patting the dragon, Trent quickly checked his food and water, then began absentmindedly rubbing away the dead, flaking scales from where Vesuvius had begun shedding. He was obviously no stranger to single-handedly caring for his dragon.

((I've decided to change Kyte's fear of wraiths to Black Dragons instead. Figured it the story might make more sense that way...it also makes things little more interesting ^^ ))


Following Trent through the academy stables with clear curiosity, Kyte grinned excitedly as they ventured towards the source of the blood-curdling cries.
“That's your dragon's call?! Wow he must be huge! Come on lets hurry”
Sticking close to Trent's side, Kyte nodded with approval as he followed his friend towards the shuddering steel doors of his dragon's stall.
The Violent banging and scraping of metal did nothing to deter Kyte in his eagerness to seeing the dragon. After-all as a member of the Cyril family, he had been practically been raised alongside dragons. His family owned one of the most famous breeding stables in the city. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he had a seen dragon turn moggy and try and break down it's own stable.

However as confident as Kyte felt, something was different this time.
When his amber eye caught sight of the glossy black scales rippling within, he immediately felt an icy shiver trickle down his spine.
Blinking his eye with uncertainty, he instinctively stepped backwards behind Trent.
Ignoring Kyte's presence, Trent called to his dragon with a single authoritative shout.
"Vesuvius!"
The incessant battling within the stall soon halted, leaving nothing but the heavy sound of breathing and silence in it's wake.
The dragon within seemed to calm slightly at the familiar sound of it's master's voice.

Peaking out cautiously from behind Trent's tall frame, Kyte stared wide-eyed toward the dragon from behind the safety of the steel wrought bars.
It's ivory fangs glinted in the light, and the mere sight of it both frightened and amazed him.
Biting his lip uncertainty, Kyte followed Trent towards the gate.
Silently hanging over the man's shoulder, Kyte watched as Trent began to type in the code to unlock the doors.
Cringing at the approving beeping sound, Kyte squeaked with surprise when the dented doors began to slide open.
With an angry call, the dragon within stood proud and uncaged before them.
The beast drew itself up to full height, it's intimidating and rather callous eyes burned with hot malice as it caught sight of Kyte's unfamiliar form.
"Stay back, He's a bit wary of strangers", Trent warned as he slowly stepped forward and began to reassure the his dragon through a calming touch.
Swallowing the hard-lump that had begun to form in his throat, Kyte lowered his hands and did as he was told, taking a small backwards towards the stable door.
It was clear that Vesuvius didn't like him, and with his own fear pumping through his veins, Kyte found his usual hyperactive movements to be slightly slower and more hesitant.
A small growl emanated from the dragon's mouth and sighing with slight relief, Kyte felt a strange sense of calm come over him.
"There there, big chap.", Trent crooned softly as he ran his fingertips over the dragon's scaly neck. A faint smile played upon his lips as he met Kyte's gaze, announcing proudly,"So this is my dragon...His name's Vesuvius, Vee for short."
Staring towards the dragon with thoughtful consideration, Kyte soon found himself grinning in response, “He's kinda scary...But I like him a lot.”
Chuckling, Kyte's mysterious amber gaze traced over the crimson markings along the dragon's hide, ”Hey I just realized something....He's red, just like you are Trent. Well like your hair is, but you get what I'm saying”
Winking towards his friend, Kyte then took in a small breath as he tried to reassure his pounding heart. He wasn't sure why he was always so afraid of black dragons, he had just always been like that as far he could remember.
Keen to befriend the nightly beast, he tried to focus on the more red qualities in Vesuvius.
Stepping forward slowly, he then carefully he held out his hand towards the dragon..
“Hey there Vee...Shh it's okay I promise that I'm not going to hurt you...I'm a friend”
Feeling Vesuvius's black snout briefly touch his hand, Kyte smiled as the beast's hot breath traced along his fingertips. It seemed to give him an investigative sniff before pulling away.
The dragon clearly didn't trust Kyte or even like him for that matter. But the boy on the other hand seemed rather pleased that it hadn't bitten off his hand.
Beaming cheerfully Kyte dropped his hand and moved quickly back to his place beside Trent.
He spent the next for minutes talking non-stop, asking Trent all sorts of odd and wild questions about Vesuvius.
Thankfully before he could annoy his new friend too much, the siren-like bell of the academy signalled the beginning of their next class.
With a skip in his step, Kyte turned on his heal and padded out of the stall, “Catch you later Trent! We've got our first racing class now and I need to go get my dragon.”
With a perky salute, Kyte chuckled, “I'll see you and Vee out on practise track, number 3...Don't be late Okay!”

Glancing toward Kyte, Trent frowned at the uncharacteristic fear in the boy's face. He knew that Vesuvius was intimidating - even he didn't trust his dragon at times - but he had not taken Kyte as the type to be wary of a dragon, no matter how dangerous. Perhaps he'd not expected Kyte to have any capacity for fear at all - how could he have room for it, when he was always so energetic?
He watched Kyte consider his dragon, until at last the boy cracked his usual smile, and concluded, “He's kinda scary... But I like him a lot.” Trent smiled. That seemed like fair judgement to him. Kyte had certainly sussed Vesuvius out.
”Hey I just realized something.... He's red, just like you are Trent."
At this strange observation, Trent was taken aback - not for the first time, when it came to Kyte - and he could only blink blankly in response.
"Well like your hair is," Kyte continued, "But you get what I'm saying.”
"Huh?" Trent glanced at his dragon, frowning, then pinched a lock of his fringe and pulled it down, squinting to bring it into focus. With a soft snort of amusement, he shrugged, flicking his hair back again. "Guess you're right. I never thought of that."
Trent patted his dragon absentmindedly, and watched as Kyte cautiously approached, speaking to the dragon and - after a moment - daring to touch its scaly snout. He saw Vesuvius's jaw tighten, but at a warning pat on the neck, the dragon quietened, sniffing Kyte's hand doubtfully. Trent rubbed his neck.
It's alright, Vee. He thought, almost smiling to himself, This guy's okay.
His gaze returned to Kyte, who had now stepped back, and started babbling about dragons, and bombarding Trent with questions. Feigning deafness, he turned to his dragon, and quietly groomed it with his hands, until at last, the bell rang and Kyte calmed down again.
“Catch you later Trent!" He piped up cheerfully, "We've got our first racing class now and I need to go get my dragon. I'll see you and Vee out on practice track, number 3... Don't be late Okay!”
"Racing, huh..."
Trent smirked slightly as he watched Kyte dash away.
"Well, Vesuvius, I guess we're about to earn our keep."
The dragon turned to him, blinking its intelligent eyes, and growled deep in its throat. Scratching the hard scales under its chin, Trent turned around, and headed to the storage room beside Vee's stable to collect his gear.

A few minutes later, Vesuvius stood outside, scales glinting in the sun's hot glow, with all of his gear magged. Trent grabbed his helmet - red and black to match Vee, with a tinted visor - and pulled it onto his head, fastening it securely below his chin. With that, he walked up to his dragon, grabbing a spike at the base of its neck, and swung himself on board.
"Come on Vee." He smiled, patting the beast's neck, "What do you say we head to practice track 3, huh?"
The dragon growled its approval, and with a shared intent, the pair bounded forward to reach their next class.

Leaving Trent to tend to Vesuvius, Kyte beamed eagerly as he sprinted off towards the sector where his own dragon had been stabled.
He caught a brief glance of his classmates as he passed by the stalls, and friendly as ever Kyte called to them over his shoulder, waving excitedly as he spoke, “Hey Guys! I'm coming too! See you out on the track okay?”
Barely noticing their lack of response, the boy bounced on with that ever intact and rather unreasonable amount of enthusiasm. His heart was far too set on their upcoming class to pick up on the clear indifference his classmates treated him with.

Slowing down to a steady walk, Kyte padded curiously passed a long row of tall white-rimmed doors. The white draconium Dragons within were mostly from his mother's private collection, and Kyte knew all too well that if she saw him running around near them, Well she'd have his hide.
It took him a while to find the stall he was looking for, but he eventually managed it.
Standing up on the tips of his toes, he peered in through the bars of his dragon's stall. The pearl-scaled beast within appeared to sleeping.
With a small wave and a jubilant tone, He called to his dragon, “Hey Specs! Are you ready to go for a run?”
With an eager smile curving his lips, he stepped forward and quickly typed in the code to unlock the doors. A mechanical click soon signaled the code's conformation, and not a minute later the massive doors began to slide open.

Stepping inside, Kyte soon came face to face with his own Dragon; Spectrum.
When the large creature suddenly bounced to life from it's slumber, Kyte felt his feet leave the ground as he toppled over into an untidy heap.
Squealing with laughter, the boy grinned as he gaze up at the familiar sight of two large sapphire eyes looming over him.
”Miss me boy?...Or are you looking for this?”
Fighting off a fury of affectionate licks from his dragon, Kyte offered up a Draconi-Yum bar that had pretty much melted in his pocket.
With a polite snap, the dragon devoured it's treat quickly, releasing Kyte from it's hold and leaving him to scrambled back to his feet.
Once he had Spectrum calmed down enough to some mag gear, Kyte quickly got hold of the things they needed.

A while later the pair made their way onto the track.
Donning a white and green helmet, Kyte squinted through his dark visor to see the where the rest of his classmates had gone off to.
Seeing them all neatly lined up before a tutor, Kyte's good eye widened and he squeaked with panic.
Lightly pressing forward on his controller, he sent Spectrum sneaking forward towards the crowd.
Quietly taking his place in beside a rather large bull-class dragon, Kyte grinned sheepishly as the sharp gaze of their instructor suddenly caught his eye.
“Thank you all for finally joining today's class...Oh and don't be late again Mr. Cyril, I'll make you regret it so much your panties with have nightmares”
The woman who had been sent to instruct them was certainly no push over and held the seer presence of demon as she prowled past the group.
A sense of fear inspired awe struck Kyte and he listened, for once in his life, to her firm words.
She clearly knew what she was doing, and with a small smirk playing upon her thinning lips, she added,“The name is Jack, Jesse Jack... And If I hear even one of you call me by my husband's last name. I will kill you...”
Clearing her throat politely, she then flicked her wrist and continued, “Now as I was saying. Each of you is at a different level of racing. So to even out the field a little, we're going to work on improving your basics for the week.”
Stepping back towards her own dragon, she gave her beast a small, but firm pat on it's scaly neck.
“Now I don't want to hear even an ounce of whining while I teach you lot, Got it!...The only way to make it to the top is through hard-work. So lets start off this lesson with a quick, Clean lap around the track...Get going!”
Fiddling absent-mindedly with his brightly coloured scarf, Kyte suddenly faltered when he saw the rest of his classmates bolt off onto the track.
Furrowing his eyebrows with concentration, Kyte nodded determinedly towards Spectrum as he pressed down hard on his controller.
His father had taught him to race and despite being a total goof-ball in class, Kyte's real talents were only just about to show through.
It didn't take him long to catch up with the rest of the group, and for a few seconds he was sure that he could see Trent and Vesuvius up in the lead.
Biting his lip with thought, Kyte grinned when a sudden idea came to mind.
Maneuvering his dragon's small frame close behind the others, he then made use of the drafted air to accelerate Spectrum forward into second place.


((Hope that was okay...I read over it and felt more than a little confused XD))

Trent arrived at the lesson in the nick of time, quickly losing himself amongst the herd of students and lining up obediently as the teacher took her place up front. He glanced left and right, but Kyte was nowhere to be seen. Trent shrugged. He was probably off chasing butterflies or something.
Unconcerned, he turned his attention to the teacher, and half-listened as she began the lesson by telling him things that he already knew. She had been talking for about five minutes, when Trent caught a flash of white out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw Kyte quietly approaching the group on a white dragon. Unfortunately, the teacher noticed it too.
“Thank you all for finally joining today's class." She sneered, earning a chorus of whispers from the group as they craned their necks to stare curiously at Kyte, "Oh and don't be late again Mr. Cyril, I'll make you regret it so much your panties with have nightmares.”
Trent snorted quietly under his breath, shaking his head. Poor Kyte. Jesse Jack was clearly not one to mess with.

The teacher droned on for quite some time, but Trent had stopped listening. Only when he heard the words 'Get going' did he finally leap into action. With a shout to Vesuvius, he thrust forward his controller, and the with a powerful thrust of his scaly quarters, the dragon leaped forward. His long, ground-eating stride had him ahead of the pack in instants, clawing up the track as Trent leaned in around the turn, moving in perfect balance with the beast.
Glancing back over his shoulder, he could see that they were about to break away, and Vee was still barely trying.
With a concerned frown, Trent eased back on his controller. Aggravated, Vesuvius shook his head and leaped forward once, fighting the control, but at a warning growl from Trent, he slowed reluctantly, letting the pack catch up. None of them were in Vee's league. He might as well have been running the track alone.
Just as he thought this, Trent glanced back over his shoulder, and saw Kyte fly up behind him, quickly bringing his dragon's head in line with Vesuvius's back legs.
Frustrated, Vee shook his head again, fighting Trent's hold as he plunged forward.
"Vesuvius, no." He snarled. Then, lowering his head closer to his dragons, he added in a whisper, "You know the rules, buddy. Save it for the track."
With a dramatic groan, Vee slackened his pace again, letting Kyte and Spectrum dart ahead. In instants the white dragon had bounded out of reach. Vesuvius's pace slackened further still. The next dragon rushed past them. Then another, and another.
"Vee!" Trent exclaimed, "You don't have to go that slow!" He pushed his controller forward, but Vee just loped steadily on in a pace befitting of a carousel pony, refusing to go any faster. "Oh, come on Vee!"
The dragon huffed stubbornly and slowed even more. They were in the middle of the pack now, and falling back fast.
"Useless bloody lizard!" Trent checked hid dragon's draconium, and rolled his eyes. It had barely changed since that morning. The stress of traveling had taken more out of Vee than the lap had. Vesuvius was just refusing to move.
Recognizing defeat, Trent slapped a palm to his visor, and sat there with his head bower in shame as his dragon drifted casually over the finish line, just behind the dragon tailing the pack. Stone last.
"So if you can't win it you're not going to try, is that it?"
Vesuvius huffed his agreement, seeming very proud of himself.
"Stupid reptile."
He rolled his eyes, and sent Vesuvius plodding over to the group. As he was about to line up again a voice called out, "Hey, you!"
He winced, glancing over his shoulder at the red, bulging face of Jesse Jack. "Yes, you. Red boy. What the hell was that out there?"
Trent remained silent.
"What, cat got your tongue? Well then I'll tell ya. That was about the most shameful bout of racing I've ever seen." Her eyes narrowed, lips pulling back in a sneer, "You burn your dragon out at the start just to get a bit of 'glory'," She made sarcastic quotation marks with her fingers in the air, "And then you let the poor brute exhaust himself and come in dead last! You should be ashamed of yourself. A turtle could have beaten you, boy."
When Trent still had nothing to say, the teacher scoffed and turned to the rest of the group instead, starting to lecture them on the importance of saving a dragon's energy.
Rolling his eyes and ignoring Vesuvius's snickering, Trent guided his spiteful dragon over to where Kyte was waiting.
"Nicely done." He congratulated his roommate, stopping Vesuvius just out of range of Spectrum. He knew how aggressive his dragon could be. "That was some comeback you pulled there. That little dragon can really move." He nodded toward Spec, then added scornfully, "Pity I can't say the same for mine."

Quickly taking up first place, Kyte glanced back briefly to see what had happened to Trent and Vee. The pair had been winning throughout the entire race, but were now falling back quickly behind the group.
Hearing a small squeak emanate from his own dragon, Kyte grinned sheepishly and focused once more on the track before him, "Sorry Spec, I'll pay attention...Now Come On! Let win this"
Giving the reptile's neck a firm reassuring pat, he then gazed down to check up on their draconium levels.They seemed stable enough for Kyte's next move.
With an excited grin, Kyte the flicked a button his controller, activating the level 3 Red-thruster gear magged to his dragon's sides.
Within seconds the pair were rocketing forward over the finish line, they had won their first race.

When they had finally slowed down to a stop, Kyte hugged his dragon's neck affectionately, "Spectrum, you brilliant beastly, You did it!"
When the rest of the group had finally crossed the finish line, Kyte sat up and turned around to see where Trent and Vee had placed. He had expected to find his new friend right beside him in second place.
When his gaze finally locked onto Vesuvius's mighty black form, he was shocked to see the pair running dead last.
Frowning with some concern, Kyte moved his controller forward. He was about to bound to Trent's side when suddenly Jesse Jack's blade-edge voice cut through the air.
"Hey, you!...Yes, you. Red boy. What the hell was that out there?"
Wincing on his friend's behalf, Kyte watched uncomfortably as Jesse Jack made her way towards the man. She seemed to bellowed out a long and rather colorful speech on a Dragon's draconium energy.
By the time she had finished most of the class's eyes were set on Trent and Vesuvius.
Picking up on yet another speech, Jesse soon turned the focus to a rather robust boy. He seemed to be having a few problems with his bull-class dragon and barely sat the fierce bucking fit the reptile had broken into.
Chuckling slightly at the sight, Kyte perked up when he heard Trent’s voice beside him.
”Nicely Done, That was some comeback you pulled there”
Feeling embarrassed, Kyte smiled and scratched his head awkwardly, “Thanks Trent, It was mostly Spectrum though, he loves his racing...Well now that I think about it, he might actually love chocolate a bit more though”
Fondly rubbing away a few loose scales from dragon's pearly head, Kyte beamed when Trent added, “That little dragon can really move. Pity I can't say the same for mine.”
Furrowing his eyebrows thoughtfully, Kyte lifted his visor and stole a quick peak towards Vee.
The dragon looked well muscled. It's conformation looked perfectly suited for racing. Perhaps it just didn't want to race, after all attitude was often a problem found in top dragons.
Clenching his chin in curious thought, Kyte mumbled,“Hmm...It's strange really, I thought for sure that Vee was going to win...What happened out there?”
Watching Trent with that typical child-like of his, Kyte then shrugging and added ,“You know what I think? He's probably just a little tired today, You'll win for sure next time.”
Nodding with firmly set enthusiasm, Kyte clenched his fist passionately and repeated, “Yeah, You'll win without a doubt”
A loud hungry growl suddenly startled Kyte, leaving the boy to blush awkwardly as he chuckled, “Wow I'm starved!...It's Good thing we have lunch after this lesson.”
Noticing the rest of his classmates leave the track, Kyte turned to Trent and winked, “Say I'll keep an eye out for you in the cafeteria. We can eat together, Food always tastes better if you have company!”
Giving his new friend a goodbye salute, Kyte then pressed down on his controller and bounded off towards the direction the stables.

A few minutes later Kyte found himself wandering about the cafeteria alone. He had kept his eyes peeled for Trent, but so far he hadn't seen the man anywhere.
Undeterred, Kyte decided to flop down into a bench beside a small group of familiar looking class-mates.
He had practically invited himself into their conversation, and after about two minutes of non-stop talking, Kyte had driven away most of them.
Finishing off one of his many explanations on why vegetables 'Sucked', he blinked with confusion when he found himself utterly abandoned in the bench.
Pouting for a few seconds like a lonely puppy, Kyte's attention quickly became captivated by the hot meal of lasagne before him.“Yummy!”
Exclaiming his excitement, he then picked up a fork and began playfully poking at the food.
He was about to devour his first forkful of food, when suddenly as rough pat on the back caused his to drop his utensils.
“Cyril Right?”, a voice seemed to question behind him.
Perking up at the very presence of company, Kyte turned and greeted the man cheerfully, “Yep that's me, I'm Kyte Cyril, It's nice to meet ya...You're Ron right?”
Gazing up happily at the abnormally tall man before him, Kyte grinned, “Wow your really tall... Oh? are those guys your friends too?”
A pair of equally burly thugs seemed to linger at Ron's side, their expressions held a flicker of irritation to them as they waited impatiently for their leader to take action.
“Yeah they're with me, not it's any of your business Pirate-boy.”
A smug smirked stained the man's broad features, and shoving Kyte roughly out of his seat, he warned, “You'll need to take your sh*t and leave now ”
Picking himself up off the tiled floor, Kyte murmured uncertainly, “I don't understand?...Are we playing a game or something?”
Grinning pleasantly at the very thought of a game Kyte's seemed expression to light up.
With a playful shove, he exclaimed brightly, “I get it, Tag! you’re it!”
Much to everybody's utter shock and horror, the burly man seemed to overbalance with that push and staggered backwards into the bench, knocking over half a plate of lasagne onto his pants.

Clearly not taking note of what had just occurred, Kyte darted off in the opposite direction.
He was about to jumped right out of reach, when suddenly a firm hand latched tightly around his arm. Squeaking painfully, the boy jerked to a halt, stumbling weakly in Ron's powerful grip.
The man's bulging veins seemed to pop right out his forehead as he stared venomously towards Kyte.
“Did you just F*cking push me?!”
“Huh?...But aren't we playing tag?”
Staring down at the mushy mess that had now stained the front of his pants, Ron fumed, “You may be the Dean's son, But I swear to God I'll kill you right here!!”
The two thugs in the background broke out into a fit of raucous laughter. They clearly knew what was coming and did their utmost best in feeding Ron’s temper with encouraging comments and taught.
The Man's rough voice held immediate threat to it, and effortlessly he lifted Kyte off his feet. Shaking the boy like a rag-doll in his vice-like grip, he snarled dangerously. “I'll teach you who's in charge here, you f*cking little sh*t”
Kyte's smile fell away very quickly at those words, and thrashing about wildly, he murmured,“I don't like this game anymore, Let me go Ron! Your hurting me!”
Pulling back his fist, Ron snarled, “I'll teach you the real meaning to 'Hurt'...Nobody, and I mean Nobody! Humiliates me and gets away with it!”
Kyte felt his heart-beat quicken when he suddenly realized the trouble he fallen into to.
Wincing frightfully at the punch he knew that was coming his way, the boy closed his eyes and waited for the Ron's attack to strike him.

After modestly shrugging off his win, Kyte went on to chat about how he'd been sure Trent and Vee were set to win, but Trent was barely listening. He knew, of course, exactly what had happened out of the track. It was no fault of his, and no fault of Vee's either, really. The dragon was an 'all or nothing' sort. Trent really didn't blame the beast for being repulsed by his half-arsed efforts.
At his roommate's insistence that next time would be better, Trent just shrugged and nodded politely, humouring the energetic boy until the next bell rang, signalling the start of lunchtime. With a farewell salute from Kyte and an invitation to join him for lunch, Trent watched the sprightly lad bound off on his dragon, leaving him alone in a sea of students. With a shrug, he turned his attention back to Vesuvius.
"Can't hurt to go along, can it?" Vesuvius huffed in response. He obviously didn't care. Trent rolled his eyes.
"Well, I guess I'd better. If I'm taking to you, I think it's pretty obvious I need human contact."
The dragon shook its great head, making a snickering sound in its throat. Rolling his eyes, Trent smiled to himself, and sent the great beat trotting off back to its stable.

Within minutes he had Vesuvius settled again, and after apologizing briefly to his dragon for the day's race, Trent closed up the stable and headed for the cafeteria. When he saw when he got there made his blood run cold.
In the back corner of the room, a group of bulky young men were clustered around a flailing boy, pinned roughly to the wall. Trent heard raised voices, a few harsh threats studded with curses, and as he stalked tensely closer, he caught a second glimpse of the victim.
Kyte.
He wasn't sure what it was; perhaps the kindness Kyte had showed him, maybe his helpless, childlike attitude, or even the subtle likeness to Luke that Trent had seen from the start. Whatever it was, when he saw the bully's fist draw back, and his roommate's handsome face scrunched in fear, Trent felt protective anger well up in him so quickly that his temper boiled over like an over-filled kettle.
Feet moving forward as though in a trance, he found himself sprinting, and just as Ron's fist plunged toward Kyte's face, Trent's iron fingers closed around his wrist. In one smooth moment, he jerked the man around and smashed a fist into his bulbous, ugly face. It was uglier now.
"OW! Man, what the f*ck!" Ron staggered backward, clutching his face, and glared mutionously at Trent from blackening eyes as his nose began to bleed.
"What the hell is your problem?"
With curses of outrage, Ron's friends stepped forward to flank him. One of them grabbed Trent roughly by the collar, while the other supported Ron, who had his head tilted back in an attempt to stop his nosebleed.
Clyde, the burly Italian whose rib-sauce-stained fingers were greasing Trent's shirt, narrowed his piggy eyes in a threatening fashion.
"I know you." He sneered, tightening his grip. Trent raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You're the new guy. The commoner."
"And you're a moronic halfwit." He smacked the greasy hands sharply away from his collar, eyes burning with ice, "What of it?"
Clyde's lips twisted into a sneer. "I know something else, too."
At this, Trent froze. He knows my secret... He thought, panic lancing through him for a moment. Clyde was grinning, his tongue running greedily over his fat wet lips as if he couldn't hold in the juicy gossip a moment longer.
Are you kidding me? My cover's blown so soon? What the hell is with these rich kids?
"You're a homo, aint'cha?"
"What?" Trent was so stunned by this that for a moment he could only blink in surprise. Then he nearly laughed in relief.
He doesn't know...
"Yeah." He answered with a shrug, "So?"
Clyde stared at him, evidently shocked by the lack of response, and spat savagely, "So you're a f*cking faggot! Think you can just prance up and take a swing at my boy huh, Lady?" He jabbed a thumb in Ron's direction. The bully was straightening up now, snarling savagely. Even the friend at his side looked afraid as he stomped forward, eyes blackening and face covered in blood.
"Don't flatter him, Clyde." Ron spat out a mouthful of blood, "The little shit got lucky, taking a cheap shot from behind." His eyes narrowed, "I gotta tell ya, Fag-boy. Me n' my mates don't take kindly to cowards like you. This ain't gonna end well, for you or your little boyfriend here."
He snapped his fingers, and Clyde grabbed Trent's arms, twisting them around behind his back. Trent made no attempt to fight back, but as he stood there, his shoulders began to shake with fury. He was trying hard to control his temper.
"Now," Ron turned back to Kyte, "Where were we?" He looked down at his lasagne-stained pants, "Oh right, I was about to punch your f*cking lights out."
His fist drew back, and just then, an icy cold threat jumped from Trent's lips. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Oh, really?" Ron laughed cruelly, turning back to face him, "And why's that?"
"Because of this."
Just as Ron was about to strike Kyte, Trent pulled away from Clyde's sticky grasp and threw himself at Ron, tackling him against the wall, and accidentally knocking Kyte aside in the process. Clyde and his buddy, whose name Trent didn't know, rushed up behind him to protect their 'leader', but with one arm pinning Ron down by the throat, it just took one well aimed punch to send Clyde staggering back with a bloody nose and knocking down his friend in the process. By the sound of his howling, Trent assumed the man's nose was broken. He wasn't surprised; he'd been told before that he hit like a boxer.
"Think you can go messing with whoever you want, huh?" Trent raged furiously, pinning Ron harder against the wall. The man's face was turning red, then blue as he clawed at Trent's muscular arm, gasping breathless, gurgling apologies. Trent had him lifted right off his feet.
"You think it's okay to hit a guy for no reason? Do you? HUH?" He pressed down harder, and a horrible choking sound issued from Ron's mouth. Trent's face was nearly as red as his hair. His eyes bulged madly, veins sticking out in his neck.
"Do you even realize what you could have done?" Every eye in the cafeteria was on him.
"Apologize to Kyte, you sick bastard! Get down on your f*cking knees, or I swear to God I'll make you!"
Silence. Croaking and wheezing. The desperate scrabbling of nails on his arm was starting to draw blood.
"What are you waiting for? I said-"
"TRENT!" A shriek rang out through the cafeteria, and Trent winced, his cruel blue eyes locking on Ron's with a snarl. He watched the man's pupils roll back. He couldn't breathe.
"Trent Mason, let him GO!"
Luke's voice struck him like a whip lash, and Trent jerked back his arm like a puppet on the string, leaving Ron to fall to the ground in a fit of painful, wheezing spasms.
Everybody's eyes were upon him, all holding the exact same expression: Shock, and fear far beyond what Trent deemed the appropriate extent. He had only been standing up to a few bullies.
"He started it..." Looking away, Trent rubbed the back of his neck in a proud fashion. When he looked back, his friend was pushing roughly past him, dropping to his knees at Ron's side. He began patting the winded boy's shoulder reassuringly.
"Luke?"
Silence. It weighed heavily on the air, until at last Ron broke it with a painful coughing fit. He spat up a mouthful of blood. Trent watched as Luke pulled back, repulsed, then shot him a look of disgust.
"What's wrong with you?" He demanded angrily.
"Me?" His voice rose in indignation, "I was just-"
"I don't want to hear it!" He flinched at the harsh tone in Luke's voice, "I've never been so disappointing in you, Trent! Look at him!" He pointed to Ron, who was gagging pathetically on the ground. Trent refused to look. "Look at what you did! You're a monster!" When Trent still refused to react, Luke uttered a roar of frustration and punched him viciously in the chest. His tiny fist barely made Trent move an inch, but he flinched at the impact of the gesture, dropping his gaze. He took it like a dagger to the heart.
With that, Luke helped Clyde and his friend to lift Ron to his feet, and the group traipsed off to the nurse's office, leaving Trent staring at his feet, head bowed.
There were whispers circling all around. When he looked up, a dozen pairs of wide eyes turned nervously away, and an eerie silence followed.
Standing tall, he rolled his shoulders, then turned around to see Kyte lying on the ground in an ungainly fashion, his single eye stretched so wide it looked about to pop out. With a quiet throat-clear, he leaned down, offering a rough palm to help his roommate up.
"You okay?" He grunted gruffly, watching out of the corner of his eye as the crowd of onlookers gradually dissipated, whispering amongst themselves in hushed tones as they went back to whatever they were doing.
"Did he hurt you?"

Waiting for the inevitable to 'literally' hit him, Kyte cautiously opened his amber eye a few minutes later.
Ron's shattering had blow failed to strike him, and feeling the man's grip on his shirt slacken, Kyte wriggled loose and scrambled back onto safe ground.
Slightly confused about what was happening around him, he gaze up and soon found himself staring into a familiar mass of spiked red hair.
Relieved beyond be belief to see Trent, the boy exclaimed brightly, “Trent! you came! For a moment there I thought you weren't hungry and I- ”
Breaking off at the sight of his friend's murderous expression, Kyte's smile slowly faded away.
Feeling fear claw at his insides, he wrinkled his nose with repulsion when Ron's bloody mess of a face came into view.
With a widened eye, Kyte cupped a hand over his mouth with clear shock. He hadn’t seen many fights in his life, and wasn't even sure about what to do now that he had gotten himself into one.
Watching Ron's lackeys move to help their leader, Kyte flinched back when one of them suddenly went for Trent. A burly Italian seemed to grab hold of him, and stood spluttering foul, underhanded comments, he clung tightly to Trent's collar
Realizing the mess he had caused for his new friend, Kyte felt a small flicker of courage well inside his chest. Narrowing his eyes and pouting with determination, Kyte then bounced into action,”Hey! Leave him alone, you Jerk!”
Grabbing hold of the Italian’s arm with both hands, Kyte the tugged relentlessly in an attempt to free Trent.
Much to his own ignorance, His attempts at helping friend were less that useful, and Clyde barely even took note of Kyte's presence as he continued to run Trent down.
Moment's later Ron took up the spotlight, his gored face looked savage with boiling fury. Calling off Clyde, leaned in towards Trent and muttered, “I gotta tell ya, Fag-boy. Me n' my mates don't take kindly to cowards like you. This ain't gonna end well, for you or your little boyfriend here.”
Kyte paid little attention to Ron's actual words, but butted with a stubborn retort when he heard them call Trent a coward.
Clenching his hands into smalls fists, Kyte furrowed his eyebrows and objected,“Trent is not a coward! I know what you guys are though...Yo-You're a bunch of big fat douche-bags, that’s what!”
Wrinkling his nose with annoyance, Ron ignored Kyte and snapped of his porky fingers together.
On command Clyde tightened his hold on Trent, leaving Ron to deal with Kyte on his own.
With the bully's attention entirely focused on him, Kyte gulped back his fear and stepped back hesitantly.
Ron had began to advance towards him, and snarling dangerous he muttered, ”Now,Where were we?...Oh right, I was about to punch your f*cking lights out.”
Wincing when Ron threatened to hit him, Kyte heard Trent's threatening voice suddenly stop him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
The words had been encased in ice and stood dangerously over Ron's head like some sort of death sentence.
Unfortunately, foolish and arrogant as he was, Ron just laughed off Trent's threats.
When he tried to assault Kyte once more, he quickly found himself reaping the fruits of his stupidity. Trent had effortlessly pulled out of Clyde's grip and flown straight for Ron's throat like a rabid hound.
The two men had managed to knock Kyte aside with their vicious squabbling, and staggering clumsily out of range, Kyte soon found himself back on his feet.
Jumping up and down like a taunted monkey, he pointed wildly and cheered Trent on as the man began to take down Ron's lackeys one by one.
With adrenalin pulsing through his vein's Kyte barely felt any fear for the violence he was seeing, however his sugar-coated vision didn't very long.
Once Trent had pretty much mauled Ron's two lackeys, he wasted no time in trying to choke out the very life of his remaining enemy. Things were becoming serious very quickly, and even Kyte could see how far out of had the fight was getting.
“Trent...maybe you better stop now”, Murmuring his objections uncertainly, Kyte watched with pending fear as Ron began to gasp and spluttered helplessly in Trent's merciless hold.
Clearly Enraged, Kyte's words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Trent took on a very dark and hateful pose. His appearance seemed to morph before Kyte's very eye, and for mere second the boy was sure that he was looking directly into the face of a demon.
"Do you even realize what you could have done?...Apologize to Kyte, you sick bastard! Get down on your f*cking knees, or I swear to God I'll make you!"
A cold stake of fear seemed to cut into Kyte's belly at those words, and tripping over his own feet, he flopped over ungraciously onto his rear.
Frowning uncertainly as he gazed up at Trent, Kyte began to grow frightened by his friend's dangerous aggression.
He opened his mouth to object, however a sharp shriek from Luke beat him to it
"TRENT!...Trent Mason, let him GO!"
Watching Trent with a slightly hopeful gaze, Kyte felt a sigh of relief escape his lips when the man slowly began to slacken his hold over Ron.
Tossing the bully carelessly to the floor, Trent took a moment to calm himself while Luke pushed through the crowd to tended to Ron's bloody form.
Kyte wasn't sure what to make of the situation and remained safely out of the way and on the floor.
Luke was less than pleased with what Trent had done, and as he harshly scolded the man, Kyte couldn’t help but notice the subtle pang of hurt in the Trent's hard features.
Feeling a small amount of pity towards his friend, Kyte winced when Luke continued to lecture and rant at the man.
When the heated conversation between the two eventually began to calm down a bit , Luke bid Trent and Kyte goodbye. Disappearing from the cafeteria with Ron and his lackeys, Kyte assumed that the Luke had made his way towards the nurses office.
Once Trent and Kyte were left completely on their own, the small crowd of watching eyes also began to disperse.

Catching Trent's eye, Kyte stared up towards his tall friend silently.
"You okay?", Trent questioned gruffly as he leaned down and offer out a hand to the boy.
Nodding wordlessly, the Kyte smiled weakly before gratefully taking hold of his hand, “Thanks”
"Did he hurt you?"
Taking a moment to examine his limbs, Kyte then shook his head and murmured, “Nope, I'm still in one piece. How about you?”
Tracing his eye over the bloody scratches on Trent's arm, Kyte grimaced, “That looks painful, maybe we should have it checked out...I'd offer to bandage it for you, but I-”.
Chuckling for a moment, he shrugged awkwardly, “Well last time I tried that, my friend Ray ended up looking more like mummy”
Swatting away the dust from his pants Kyte then straightened himself up and beamed, “You know, what you did back there was pretty cool”
Taking on an oddly thoughtful expression, Kyte tilted his head cutely,”I mean for a moment back there, I sure that I done for...”
An expression of utter delighted curled his lips and throwing his hands up into the air, Kyte then brought out the wild gestures as he spoke, “WOOSH! You came out of now where and showed that big old Brute who's boss. It was awesome! Like something out of movie or a comic book!...Where'd you learn to fight like that anyway? Do you think you could teach me?”
A hungry growled interrupted his train of thought and scratching his head with some awkwardness, Kyte blushed. He still hadn't eaten lunch, and it was with deep sorrow that he caught sight his empty food tray laying on the floor in the distance.
“Awww...this sucks, I'm still starving.”
With regretful sigh, Kyte pouted, “You don't think they'd give me a second helping if I begged them, do you?...Hmmm, No! Wait I have a plan!”
Tugging at Trent's sleeve, he grinned and began to walk, “Lets head out to MacDonalds for lunch! It's be fun and besides I owe for big-time for saving my neck back there.”

When Kyte took his hand, Trent pulled him to his feet, then released him and shoved his hands awkwardly into his pockets. He could still feel the heat of shame in his cheeks from Luke's scolding, and the quiet, tense atmosphere of the room warned him that people were still staring. He could feel it, even if he couldn't see it.
“Nope, I'm still in one piece."
"Hm?" Trent looked at Kyte, frowning. He had almost forgotten that he'd asked the boy a question. "How about you?”
"Me?" He removed his hands from his pockets, looked himself over briefly, and shrugged. "I'm fine."
“That looks painful, maybe we should have it checked out... I'd offer to bandage it for you, but I-”
Trent looked at his arm, then back at Kyte, eyebrows raised. "Dude, it's a little scratch, seriously..."
But Kyte wasn't listening. He just prattled on and on, and at last Trent gave up listening and just rolled his eyes. He didn't want to hear about how 'cool' he was. He didn't want to be praised for losing his temper; after all, he'd very nearly killed a man. Luke was right, maybe he was a monster. Grunting irritably, he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. It was unlike him to fall into a rut so easily, but when it came to Luke, he was like a baby bird. Just one scathing comment could break him. He wasn't proud to admit it, but that boy would always have some sort of power over him. He frowned at the thought, then finally turned his attention back to Kyte. He could have sworn his roommate had mentioned food, and frankly, he was starved.
“Lets head out to MacDonalds for lunch!" His roommate suggested, tugging enthusiastically on his sleeve, "It'll be fun and besides I owe for saving my neck back there.”
"No you don't." Trent grumbled, hanging back stubbornly, "If anything, I-" Another tug sent him stumbling forward, and despite himself, he fell into step beside Kyte. His grumbling stomach made up his mind for him.
"Okay," He sighed, "Just this once. Thanks."
Following blindly after Kyte, he allowed himself to be dragged outside, and only once they'd reached the parking lot did he stop, pulling his arm away at last. "Come on." He said, a faint smile curving his lips as he nodded in the direction of a black cruiser parked nearby, "We can take my bike. I'm a safe driver, don't worry."
He walked over to the bike, giving it an absentminded pat. It was a little dinged in places and the paint wasn't as glossy as it had once been, but it was clear that Trent took good care of it. He had found the old Yamaha in a scrapyard years ago, and managed to fix it up. The vehicle was mostly black, but it had a few maroon details, too. It was a nice-looking thing.
Flicking a pair of keys from his pocket, Trent unlocked the compartments on either side of the bike, and produced a pair of helmets (he always had a spare in case Luke needed to get anywhere), then tossed one to Kyte.
Pulling his own over his head, he mounted the bike, then nodded for Kyte to get on behind him.
"Hold on." He warned, turning the key in the ignition. The engine roared into life, causing the bike to shudder beneath him. Behind his tinted visor, Trent's smile grew.

When the pair had finally reached the parking lot, Kyte felt his hand slip quietly from Trent's sleeve.
The boy didn't have a clue about how they were supposed to get to MacDonalds, but carefree as always, he found no reason to stress.
Kyte had a bad habit of leaving things till the last minute, be it plans, lunch or even homework.
He figured that it would sort itself out in the end, which ironically it usually did... most of the time.
 
It was Trent who remedied the situation this time.
With a handsome smile playing upon his pale lips, he nodded proudly towards a glossy black cruiser in the parking lot."Come on. We can take my bike.
The man's suggestion seemed to leave Kyte slightly hesitant. He had never ridden on a motorbike before and felt secretly concerned about what his mother would say if she caught him.
Catching the nervous edge in Kyte's eye, Trent reassured,”I'm a safe driver, don't worry."
Trusting his friend's words, Kyte recovered quickly and smiled, “Awesome! I've never ridden on a bike though... How fast does it go?”
As they padded towards Trent's bike, Kyte wasted no time in dancing about the road and bombarding his friend with further questions.
 
He quietened down a notch when they finally reached the bike, and leaned in to examine the machine with a keen eye.“Wow! it's like vintage or something. Where'd you get it from? It's really nice ”
Scrambling quickly to catch the helmet Trent had suddenly passed him, Kyte grinned sheepishly when he had finally gotten a hold on it. He desperately needed to pay more attention to surroundings.
Mimicking Trent, Kyte popped his helmet on over his head.
Uttering a small word of thanks, he then found himself staring after his friend with slight awe.
Trent had mounted the bike, and seemed to fit the part of a perfect rebel. In Kyte's option he looked damn good.
Springing on skilfully behind the man, Kyte grinned and wrapped his arms tightly around Trent's waist. The boy already had a problem with sitting still, the last thing he needed was too fall off in the road.
"Hold on.",Clearly think along the same lines, Trent slolwey started up the cruiser's engine.
With a roar of sudden life, the bike purred into action and soon took to the road.
The ride to the nearest MacDonald’s wasn't a long one, but Kyte found himself thoroughly enjoying it. Trent had been right in what he had said earlier on; he was a good driver.
Smiling brightly behind his visor, Kyte finally knew how it must've felt to be a dog with it's head hanging out the car window. It felt more refreshing than what he had imagined.
 
Catching sight of the familiar yellow 'M' sign from MacDonalds, Kyte pointed towards it enthusiastically over Trent's shoulder, “Wahoo! There it is Trent!”
When the bike finally came to a neat stop in the parking lot, Kyte bounced off and removed his helmet. He had enjoyed that ride.
 
Shaking his head with about as much grace as a wet dog would, Kyte's brunette hair seemed to fluff out cutely around his ears. Brushing back his fringe with a smile, he waited patiently for Trent to join him.
When Trent moved to remove his own helmet, Kyte couldn’t help but secretly blush.
He had known of course that his friend was handsome, but this took thing to a whole new level.
He must have lots of girlfriends or at least a few stalkers. Lucky Guy
Chuckling to himself, Kyte passed his helmet to Trent, the man already began to pack away his own.
“Thanks Again for the Ride... Shall we look into getting some food next?”
Hell bent on that plan, Kyte led the way cheerfully through the parking lot. He prattled on for a few minutes while they walked, and at one point he very nearly got himself run over by car.
Surviving his lack of road sense through seer luck and Trent's help, the pair eventually entered the restaurant. (Take away, Retail place, home of the burger...what ever the hell we call MacD's)
The queue to the ordering counter wasn't a very long one and when they reached the front of the line, they soon found themselves greeted by a rather sullen looking Goth chick. (Me in my future Career T_T)
“Welcome to MacDonalds, home of the gay clown and hamburger. How can I help you?”
Brushing off the girl's dreary voice completely, Kyte stole a peak at the menu overhead.
“Ah Yes! Well I think I'll have an Oreo Mac Flurry, Some Strawberry cheesecake, A large Bubblegum milkshake, a box of fries and... a Big Mac with everything on it, two actually. I'm starved”
Blinking with slight confusion, the girl took a moment to comprehend the mess of food Kyte demand. Shrugged her shoulders, she finally typed up the order, “Is that all then?”

Turning to Trent, Kyte nudged him playfully in the shoulder, “It's your turn to order Trent. Pick whatever you like”

As promised, Trent drove carefully, and the pair arrived safely outside MacDonalds just a few minutes later. The cruiser's old engine coughed as Trent pulled it up, and he pulled an annoyed face, killing the splutter with a turn of the key. Kicking down the stand, Trent waited for Kyte to get off, then dismounted from the bike himself, and reached up to pull off his helmet. As he fiddled with the buckle, he caught sight of some movement out of the corner of his eye, and glanced around to see Kyte shaking his head like a wet dog. His lips twitched, and Trent chuckled despite himself, rolling his eyes at his friend's antics. That decided it; Kyte had way too much energy. Not that he was complaining, of course. It was actually nice to be around somebody so sprightly and full of life.
Shaking his head, he removed his helmet, and shoved it ungraciously into the compartment beside the bike's saddle. Aware of Kyte's eyes on him, he raked his fingers through his flattened hair, lifting it back into its usual spiky style, and cast the boy a sideways glance. Kyte chuckled in response, then handed him his helmet, which Trent accepted mutely, somewhat taken aback for a moment. What was funny?
Shrugging it off, he turned away to shove Kyte's helmet in beside his own, then dropped his bike keys into his pocket, and fell into step beside his friend, heading toward the cheesily lit entrance. 
“Thanks Again for the Ride." Kyte chirped beside him, "Shall we look into getting some food next?”
"Mhm." Trent nodded, opening the door and holding it for Kyte, "Sounds good."
He let his friend trot on ahead to order, and closed the door behind him, hanging back somewhat. He wasn't a huge fan of public places at the best of times, let alone with Luke's scolding still niggling in the back of his mind. Then again, maybe it was best that he had a distraction...

With a sigh, Trent made his way over to the counter, and listened as Kyte ordered enough food to satisfy a small party. He raised his eyebrows, and looked at his friend in disbelief.
"Are you really going to eat all that?"
Seemingly of a similar opinion, the girl behind the counter looked up and asked, “Is that all then?”
She clearly thought that the order was for both of them, and Trent didn't blame her. He was wondering the same thing. Until, that is, Kyte nudged him sharply in the ribs, and said, “It's your turn to order Trent. Pick whatever you like.”
"Oh..." He blinked, faintly taken aback. So Kyte really was going to eat all of that by himself... How the hell was the kid so skinny? "Right." He cleared his throat, "I'll have a cheeseburger and chips then, thanks."
The goth girl behind the counter scowled at him for a moment, then wrote down his order, and turned away to take it to the kitchen. Trent watched for a moment, then shrugged and turned to his friend.
"Come on." He touched Kyte's arm, and pointed to an empty table in the corner, "Let's wait there. In fact..." He glanced briefly at his watch, "Do you want to just stay here to eat? My next class is only in the afternoon, so I've got time." ((Oooooh, is this a daaaate? XD ))

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Once Trent had ordered his meal, Kyte smiled and lean up against the counter.
The counter was either a little too tall for him, or maybe Kyte was simply too short, but either way he ended up standing on the tips of his toes to pay.
 
With a small sigh of disbelief, the girl behind the counter begrudgingly took hold of Kyte's credit card. Quickly swiping it, she then returned it and sent the pair off towards an ungodly long waiting queue.
“Your order will arrive soon enough. Feel free to sit down and wait...I know that's what I'll be doing” Her dreary, near depressive voice did nothing to damped Kyte's upbeat attitude. And thanking her politely, he then padded back happily to his spot beside Trent, almost like well trained Labradoodle would.
 
When Trent's fingertip's briefly brushed against his shoulder, Kyte perked up and stole a curious glance towards his handsome friend, “Hmm?”
“Come On”, Trent murmured, gesturing casually towards an empty table in the distance,“Lets wait here...In fact, do want to just stay here to eat? My next class is only in the afternoon, so I've got time”
A brilliant grin seemed to stretched broadly across Kyte's lips, and nodding with enthusiasm, he bounced up and chirped, “Sounds Great Trent! Yeah lets do that. My next class is only this evening, so I'm free for the rest of the day.”
Obediently following after Trent as he led the way to their table, Kyte then skipped on ahead and politely pulled out two chairs for them.
Flopping down comfortably in one, he then glanced around the room with simple wonder.
His single amber eye glistened with strange intelligence as he keenly took in his surroundings. The place Trent had picked wasn't as crowed as the rest the building, and Kyte found it somewhat mellowing, if not peaceful.
Turning back towards the man with a more relaxed expression on his lips, he smiled,“Y'know, this is kinda nice.”
Scratching his head awkwardly, Kyte rolled his shoulders and grinned, ”I mean, you and Luke probably do this kind of thing all the time of course, Just hanging out and what not... Haha, I know I do it, but usually just with Henry.”
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Kyte seemed to dwell on something for a moment.
With a small laughed, he shook his head and added, “He's such a good spider, but he does like to bite...also people here at MacDonalds hate him. I think that it's mostly because of the whole eight legs thing”
Raking his brain for something more, Kyte struggled for a to get a firm hold over what he was going to say before hand. He was sure that is was something import or at least relevant to the conversation. When the memory finally cleared a little more, he blinked thoughtfully and murmured,“Y'know... I've met Luke once before”
Nodding cheerfully, he suddenly bounced in his seat,“Yeah, I'm glad that I can still remember it. It was a few years ago when we where both still kids...I think he was here in the city with his family on holiday or something. I remember his parents coming over one day to see my mom about the stables.”
Pouting cutely as he strained his brain for the rest of the memory, he mumbled on ”I think we played together for the day, but after that I didn't see him again”
Rubbing his patched eye absent-mindedly as a small headache pulsed through his brain, the boy flinched back painfully. He had probably aggravated his scar again with all the fiddling. Ignoring the itch in his hidden eye, he then gazing up innocently towards Trent.“Um Trent?...can I ask you something?”

Hesitant at first about asking, Kyte then plucked up the courage and continued, “How did you and Luke become friends?...I mean I get that it's none of my business, but I'm just curious”

When Kyte agreed to his suggestion, Trent nodded and followed his friend over to the table he'd selected. The other boy pulled out a chair for him, and Trent sat down with a murmured word of thanks, faintly touched by the gesture. People were seldom so polite to him, particularly the upper class folk. They usually treated him like scum scraped off the edge of a toilet bowl. He huffed at the thought, picking at a spot on the edge of the table, where the plastic covering was peeling off. 
“Y'know, this is kinda nice.” Kyte chirped beside him, and Trent looked up with raised eyebrows, expecting to see sarcasm in Kyte's amber gaze. When he didn't, he actually laughed out loud. Kyte certainly wasn't your average 'richy rich'.
"Yeah." He agreed, "I guess it is."
”I mean, you and Luke probably do this kind of thing all the time of course," Kyte continued, his cheery voice prattling on without pause, "Just hanging out and what not... Haha, I know I do it, but usually just with Henry.”
Henry?
His spider...?
Trent stared at Kyte, blinking in surprise. You poor, lonely bastard.
His expression softened pityingly, and though he sympathized with Kyte, his pale blue eyes showed only amusement. This kid was just so damn optimistic, he probably wouldn't notice loneliness if it hit him in the face. The thought brought a fond smile to his lips, and he shook his head disbelievingly. Kyte really was one of a kind. 
“He's such a good spider, but he does like to bite..." Kyte continued, still rattling off obliviously on his little tangent, "Also, people here at MacDonalds hate him. I think that it's mostly because of the whole eight legs thing.”
"Yes," Trent agreed seriously, "That can tend to be a deal breaker. The fangs don't help much either."
As usual, his words went over Kyte's head, and Trent just chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes at the boy's short attention span when he started talking again. He was about to stop listening, when suddenly, something surprising caught his attention.

“Y'know... I've met Luke once before.”
"What?"
“Yeah, I'm glad that I can still remember it. It was a few years ago when we where both still kids...I think he was here in the city with his family on holiday or something. I remember his parents coming over one day to see my mom about the stables. I think we played together for the day, but after that I didn't see him again.”
Trent stared blankly at Kyte, his eyes wide with shock. He remembered that. He remembered it clearly, because it fell exactly in line with what had perhaps been the shittiest time of his entire life. The very day before Luke had left for that holiday had been the day of his accident. He swallowed thickly at the thought. He had lost his entire family, and his best friend wasn't even around to help him through it.
His fists clenched silently as he dropped his gaze to the table, shutting his eyes to block out the world. It wouldn't do to remember that now. The past belonged in the past.

Breathing a heavy sigh, he pushed back a few stray strands of hair over his face, and looked over at Kyte. The other boy was rubbing at his eyepatch absentmindedly, and Trent suddenly felt curiosity get the better of him. He hadn't really bothered to dwell on it before, but now he thought about it, he didn't really know what had happened to Kyte's eye... He opened his mouth to ask, but then - as it were - Kyte beat him to it.
“Um Trent?...can I ask you something?”
"Huh?" He grunted, blinking in surprise, "Oh, yeah. Sure."
Kyte seemed to hesitate a moment, and Trent frowned at the reaction. Am I that scary...?
"Seriously, Kyte. Ask away."
Apparently reassured, Kyte looked at him, and asked, “How did you and Luke become friends? I mean I get that it's none of my business, but I'm just curious.”
Again he frowned at the boy's timidity, wondering what it was that made him so nervous to ask a simple question, but instead of asking about it, he shrugged it off, and replied pleasantly, "We went to primary school together. On the first day some bullies were hassling him, so I stepped in and gave them a piece of my mind." He smiled at the memory, "And we've been best friends ever since."
Leaning over the table, Trent raised an eyebrow, and added challengingly, "Now it's my turn to ask you something." He nodded toward Kyte's patched eye, "What happened there, anyway? Or are you just making some kind of dramatic fashion statement?"