Grian Oneshots

89 ~ School House

Grian walked into the house and closed the door quietly behind him. His mother walked to the hallway and examined Grian.

"What have I said about getting into fights? Your apart of the most powerful family, act like it for once." She said.

Grian stood awkwardly looking at the ground.

"Forget your emotions and wants. If it's not for the best of the family, you should throw them away. Nothing but our image matters." She said, walking past Grian. "I'll be out until tomorrow."

Grian nodded, and walked to his room. He opened the perfect room and walked to the private bathroom in his room. He looked at himself in the mirror, before sighing and opening the cabinet.

The 'fight' he had gotten in, was actually his latest attempt at staying out of trouble. He had a black eye, and bruises across his face. His neck was covered in bruises, and he knew the covered part of his body was also covered in bruises.

He grabbed the first aid kit, and bandaged his wounds. He took off his shirt to change the bandages from the other day. The pain from his ribs returned, and he let out a shaky breath. He quickly bandaged his wounds, before walking to his room.

He grabbed a comfortable shirt, and threw it on. Being out of the horribly tight school uniforms shirts was amazing on his bruised ribs, and a lot more comfortable. He grabbed a hoodie, and threw it on, along with his hood, before grabbing his side bag. (Mail carrier type bag.)

Grian walked out of his room, and left the empty house. He walked down the street for a few miles. He stopped as he reached the house he wanted. He walked up the sidewalk to the door. Sighing, he opened the door and walked inside.

"I'm back!" Grian yelled, smiling as he heard some of his friends yell back greetings.

"Your late." Xisuma said, from the kitchen.

"My mum wanted to talk." Grian shrugged, instantly wanting to kill himself.

God his ribs hurt.

Xisuma's face turned to concern se he looked at Grian's face.

"You know Doc wouldn't care if you hung around him at school right?" Xisuma asked.

Grian sighed.

"I know... I just don't want any trouble..." Grian said.

Xisuma was a black haired man a few years older than him. This house was a mansion that X's family owned, and subsequently gave to X. X used it to give friends places to live and it basically became their clubhouse and a giant roommate place.

Xisuma was also one of the only father figures for Grian.

"Go upstairs." X said, waving Grian off.

Grian nodded and walked up the stairs. He walked down the hall, waving to his friends if their doors were open. He reached the last door on the right hallway, and walked in without knocking. He put his bag on the floor behind Mumbo's door before looking at Mumbo at the tall man's desk.

Mumbo sat studying mathematics, and Grian sat down on the ravenette's bed. Mumbo was extremely smart, just nervous. Mumbo had short neat black hair, along with the black and white suit he constantly wore.

"Afternoon." Mumbo muttered.

Grian laid down on the bed, and folded his arms behind his head. He heard Mumbo sigh, and stand up. He looked over at Mumbo, to see the taller man stretching and him walking over to the bed.

"Can I just go to sleep?" Mumbo asked laying down beside Grian, not taking note of the blonde's appearance.

Grian turned to look at Mumbo.

"You know your sleep schedule will be screwed up." Grian said.

"I know..." Mumbo whined and stretched out the 'o'.

Grian giggled, but really couldn't say anything. Grian hugged Mumbo, causing the man to open his eyes and look at Grian's face. Concern quickly wrote itself on the face, and Mumbo touched Grian's face. Grian flinched from the pain, and Mumbo held Grian close to him.

Grian hissed because of the pain in his ribs got worse.

"Your ribs still killing you?" Mumbo asked.

Grian nodded.

"You should get it checked out." Mumbo said.

Grian closed his eyes and shrugged.

"Maybe rest will help." Grian muttered.

...

Grian read the book as he sat against his locker, footsteps making him pause. Looking up, he raised an eyebrow and looked back down.

Iskall and Doc stood near him.

Iskall was someone who worked in the shop class, and was fit from working with wood. He was maybe 5 inches taller than Grian, and wore a green tshirt with a black vest. He had heterocromia, his left eye being green and his right being blue.

Doc was taller than Mumbo, and one of the strongest people in school, though he didn't do sports because 'fEncIng' and 'SwoRd FiGhtInG' weren't real sports.

"Hows your book?" Iskall asked.

Grian could tell there was a nervous tint in the man's voice.

"Its good. Don't get in my way please." Grian said, smiling.