Ronin POV

I frantically looked towards Takeshi and his eyes were as wide as mine. I could feel their eyes bore into mine, Kass turning in my lap as to look at me. I sighed, knowing there was going to be no way to avoid this. They put a gun to my head. I looked at Kesh and we silently agreed to come clean.

Me: I'll say. But. It's a long story, so strap in.

They sat down and Kass squeezed my hand gently. I didnt realise I was clenching her hand tightly, releasing the pressure.

Takeshi: Just dont ask questions until the end.

They all nodded, and I sighed, before making my self comfortable again.

A/N: Next bit will be long and all of it will be Ronin and Takeshi talking until another line break.

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Me: "It started in elementary. I was bullied for being a small and fragile kid that tried to be by himself. I was bullied everyday, kicked on the ground, punched in the face, broken bones, black eyes. Not a single day went by without getting at least one bruise, cause if it wasnt the bullies, it was my parents.

They didnt care that I was being hit or kicked, and they told the school not to do anything about it. Telling them, "I should deal with it if I want it to stop," and because of my parents status, they listened. Up to 3rd grade I subjected myself to the bullies, not even trying to fight them.

It only got worse as the years went by and I even have a couple scars on my back because of it. They pushed me off the slide and I feel face first onto the concrete floor. I nearly blacked out, before someone started to carry me to nurse, before I went unconcious."

Takeshi: "I had watched him get bullied everyday, or rather, tortured. You never think about how brutal kids can be till you see it. They were ruthless to him, but he never tried to fight back."

Ronin: "Because my parents would hit me harder for trying."

Takeshi:" So I decided to help him. Everyone hated him for no reason, but I didnt care. I was hated as well, so what did I have to lose. Nobody likes an orphan."

They collectively gasped before we proceeded.

Takeshi: "So when they dropped him, I saw this as a chance to finally help him. On our way to the nurse, everyone was yelling at me to leave him alone. Saying that the freaks are grouping and other horrible things. They didnt faze me. I got him to the nurse and they put him in the medical bed. I asked if I could stay but they didnt let me."

Ronin: "When I woke up in the nurses office, they immediately sent me to class. No ice pack, no early dismissal, no punishment. Just acted like nothing happened. So I went. The rest of the day went by as normal, verbal and physical harrassment, normal for me. Afterschool, Kesh walked up to me and asked if I was ok.

I thought he was going to do something to me, but he seemed genuine. So I let him into my little bubble. We grew as better friends and he helped me grow the backbone I needed to fight the bullies. 4 years of bullying manifested into punches and kicks when they tried to harass me again in the sandbox. Everyone at recess just looked at me. They all thought I was a weak loser, but Kesh helped me show them. The bullies tried to crawl away, but I didnt let them. 1 kick to the head put them all out.

A teacher came over and took the 5 bullies away as Kesh and I supported each other from falling over. We laughed at how much we beat them, since it was surprisingly easy. After recess we went to our separate classes before two names were called over the PDA system."

Takeshi: "Takeshi and-"

Me: "Ronin O'Brian. Please head to the main office immediately."

I looked up again and saw they all had their mouths agape.

Takeshi: "We were suspended for 2 weeks for how much we destroyed them."

Me: "I came back with more bruises than I left school with that day. And after it, everyone tried to be my friend. They didnt see me as a loser anymore, now, I was the rich, popular kid who had power. But I hated all of them. For the rest of 5th grade I had people try to impress me as to become my friend. It never worked. Only one other person became my friend that year. A shy, bookworm that always had a book in her hands. She was normal besides her eyes. She had a rare condition that made her eyes different colours, the left one a bright sky blue and the right being a deep purple, making her a prime target for bullying.

She was suprised when I punched each of the 3 girls that were stepping on her prone body. They all ran away while Kesh and I helped her to the nurses office. She came to us at lunch, which was rather difficult and brave, since not many people joined our lunch table and many were stopped by the nearby 'popular,' kids."

Takeshi: "She wouldnt have made it cause of the fact that the same 3 girls blocked her way. But Ron got up and slapped all 3 of them with a single backhand, sending them to the ground. He lead the girl over and sat her down at the table. Her name was Rose and she was going to thanks us for helping her and go back to the library to eat and read before we stopped her. Asking if she wanted to sit with us. She stuttered asking if we were ok with it and other stuff about how she wasnt popular enough.

She was about to walk away before we both grabbed her arms and gently pulled her towards our table, telling her to sit down. We explained about how we dont care about being popular and how much popularity you have. She smiled wildly, thanking us."

Me: "For the rest of the year Rose and Kesh were my only friends. We would defend Rose when she asked or needed it. She tried to fight but she was a natural pacifist so she wasnt all to good at it. Other than the occasional kid asking for a fight, it was a lot more peaceful, until Rose left the country after winter break."

Takeshi: "It was, different, when she left. It didnt feel right to just be us even though it had been like that for 3 months before. It went on for the rest of the year. Once in middle school, Ronin immediately established us as the, 'powerful and popular,' kids, so they would leave us alone. We would find kids who were bullied and add them to our group. Many would ask why we befriended them, and we just said we know what it feels like to outcast and harrassed. We had 15-20 people in our group at the beginning of 7th grade. And that's when Melissa showed up."

I took a sigh of frustration before continuing where he left off, since this part is mainly mine.

Me: "She was very persuasive and she took my heart all too quickly. We began dating after winter break and that's when she started rumors. After the winter break in 8th grade, she had turned everyone against me. Making me feel like I was the same 1st grader who let everyone kick him around."

Takeshi: "I stood with him, I never left his side and kept him from hurting himself as much as I could."

Me: "If it werent for Kesh, I honestly might've been found after going splat on the concrete. During this past summer, well it was all over the news but whatever, my parents died in a car crash."

They all looked sympathetic but I didnt need it.

Me: "So I inherited everything. The house, this cabin, and most importantly their business. I own and am CEO of a billion dollar landscaping and construction company. Ronin O'Brian. My full, unwanted, name."

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Me: I trust that you guys will keep this information private. I dont want people to know me as a rich kid because then people will flock to me. I just want a quaint life, and that's what I have now. And it's how I intend to keep it. Does that answer you're question Liz?

She stared, still in disbelief. So I sighed and pulled out my wallet, and throwing my drivers license onto the coffee table. Liz quietly took it and her eyes widened in surprise.

Me: Now do you believe me?

She looked between me and the card multiple times before handing it back.

Liz: I just. . . Dont know what to think.

Me: Then why dont we sleep it off, you can understand in the morning and judge in the afternoon.

I stood up after Kass and took her hand, leading her up the staircase and into our room.

Me: Does. . . does this change anything?

I looked at her and I saw a blank expression. I hung my head waiting for the outburst, pain, something. The suspense was excruciating, but I felt a soft squeeze on my hand, making me look up.

Kass: Nothing about you will make me change the way I see you. It's just, surprising.

I felt my legs get weak and I leaned into her.

Me: Thank you.

I felt silent tears run down my face and in the crook of her neck. She held me and slowly guided us onto the bed. After a bit more unmanly tears, I composed myself. I tried to lighten the mood and move on from the talk by bringing something up.

Me: Now, when are *sniff* all those clothes gonna drop?

She got embarrased and looked away, blushing a beautiful shade of rose pink. I laughed a little.

Me: You dont have to. You know that right?

Kass: That doesnt mean I dont want to.

I turned a slight shade of pink as she turned back around and pecked my cheek.

Kass: Wait for me in bed.

She was about to go into the bathroom before I asked.

Me: Can I not get a little show?

She got flustered and ran into the bathroom leaving me laughing on the bed.

About 5 minutes later she came out with nothing on. I was in the bed already, awaiting her arrival. She crawled under the covers and I turned around to feel a LOT of her skin.

Me: Sorry, sorry, I didnt mean to.

Kass: Ron, are you...

I went flush red before nodding.

Me: I didnt want you to feel alone or uncomfortable, so why not do it together?

She giggled, before getting a surprised face.

Kass: How did I not notice how ripped you are in the shower?

I was a bit embarrassed at what she said.

Me: I-I work out sometimes.

Kass: Sometimes?! You are ripped!

I held her closer as to quiet her but she didnt.

Kass: And in more than one place~

I felt two soft walls to cover my nether regions, making me groan in pleasure.

Me: K-Kass. Why are you so dirty?

She giggled before moving her thighs again.

Kass: Because I know you like it~ Now go to sleep big boy.

She lulled me to sleep by moving her thighs more and more. The pleasure guiding me towards the realm of sleep.

I am lucky to have found someone like her.