Kyrie woke up once again in a place much different from home. At home his mom only gave him a blanket to sleep on in the living room, her boyfriend slept on the couch In the living room with him. Kyrie was now in a bed, and there was another bed beside him but no one was in it. He heard a gentle knock on his door and forced himself up, his chest was aching.

"Hello.." a beautiful girl who seemed to only be a year or two older than Kyrie greeted him as he opened the door.

"Hey um... I'm Kyrie!" He said, his face was beginning to turn red. Why was such a pretty girl here to see him? "Are you the one who has been taking care of me?" He asked the girl waiting for a response.

"I'm Brianna, but you can call me Bri." She shook Kyrie's hand smiling. Her smile sent butterflies into his stomach. "And to answer your question, no I'm not. I'm just here to deliver breakfast." She said as she turned to grab a tray from the cart behind her.

"Oh! Thank you very much. No one has ever made breakfast for me before. To be honest I'm very surprised."

"Well you should get used to it, seeing as how you're one of us now." She handed the tray to Kyrie. "Watch your hands, the trays hot. You'll want to grab from the sides."

"Thanks for the heads up." Kyrie smiled taking the tray from her. "Um but... what did you mean by 'one of us'?" Kyrie cocked an eyebrow.

"I mean you're part of our paradise now! You'll never have to worry about pain or despair again."

"Paradise? Did I die and go to heaven?" Kyrie gulped, daring to attempt to flirt. "I mean I wouldn't be surprised, seeing how an angel just showed up with breakfast and a smile just for me." Bri giggled at this, clearly it wasn't the first time she heard that line, but Kyrie smiled amused with himself.

"Well you should eat and get some rest now. I'll see you around." She turned walking away with her cart. Kyrie watched her walk away and couldn't help but keep staring at her miniskirt.

"If only a gust of wind would blow her skirt up right now..." he murmured to himself. But then was immediately taken over by guilt and swatted above his head as if his perverted thoughts were flies.

"Look, Sefton! He's awake!" Kyrie heard a voice from down the hall behind him. He turned to see a familiar shape approaching him. The younger boy with the straight black bowl cut and pale skin. Kyrie tried to think back to what his name was and then it finally clicked. Chun.

"Chun...?" Kyrie asked, the boy stopped surprised.

"wow! You know my name? So you really did hear Sefton even after he gave you a shot." The boy was wearing an all white uniform. It consisted of a white dress shirt, white shorts, and long white socks. "Hey! What's your name?"

"Oh... my name is Kyrie! Nice to finally meet you Chun." Kyrie reached a hand out to Chun, smiling gently at the boy. He had to be either twelve or thirteen.

Chun's eyes were lighting up like fireworks. "I've always wanted an older sibling."

Kyrie laughed nervously. "I don't know if I'm really big brother material."

Chun looked at Kyrie confused. "Brother material?" Chun's eyes motioned towards Kyrie's chest and immediately Kyrie's face was completely red.

Sefton took immediate notice of the situation and quickly took action. "Chun can you give me a moment to talk to Kyrie? I need to ask HIM some questions."

"Oh sure! I'll go hangout with Kayden." Chun barely finished his sentence before running off hopping back down the hall from where he came.

Sefton stepped into Kyrie's room shutting the door behind him. "I just want to ask this to make sure, and you don't have to answer if it'll make you uncomfortable but you were born female right?" Kyrie looked down at his own chest then looked away from Sefton taking a moment before answering his question.

"Yes, but I'm not a girl ok? I mean I look like a boy to you don't I? At least I would if you hadn't taken my bandages off." He looked down at his feet remembering his ribs broke because of it and guilt took over him.

"Is that why I found you in the woods. With those bandages on your chest... and your hair cut like that?"

Kyrie's eyes looked up to meet Sefton's. Why is he so concerned? Why can't he just accept he's a boy and leave it at that? A memory of his mother then attacked his brain and he flinched and reached up to his right eye, now noticing a cloth covering it. "I was running from my mom. Now stop asking me questions please."

"You don't have to tell me more if it'll be too hard for you. But if you need to share I'll listen." Sefton sat on the white bed, his skin almost matching the sheets. He patted a spot beside him inviting Kyrie to sit by him.

"She woke up, and my hair was cut." Kyrie took a deep breath. "She started to scream at me. Then she threw a glass... it hit my eye." He stared down at his tan hands, then noticed a pale white hand reaching over and placing itself on top of his.

"Did she know? That you did it to appear more masculine?" Sefton held Kyrie's hand in his and gently rubbed his thumb with his own.

"Yes. That's why she hurt me."