Prolouge

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The Kurami family is made up of 4 brothers. The twins belonging to one mother, the wife of Hitoshi, the 3rd to another, and the youngest child to another mother as well. All sharing the same step father who was the owner of a multi-million dollar business. And all except for (M/n) being brought from other relationships. As a promise to all the mothers, Hitoshi Kurami said that all the children would be 'taken care of' and provided with a chance of a normal life.

Of course Hitoshi being the owner of a business had 'no time' to spend with his wife and children. And his wife, Chiyo, treated all the children with little to no respect. Not even her own. Not caring enough to send their boys to school, they hired them all their own personal tutors.

Due to the lack of social interaction the boys grew up to be very closed off from the world mostly, especially (Y/n) as his brother's were the only ones ever there with him. But as the years go on, (Y/n) starts to yearn to go out and have friends, much against his brothers' wishes.

The Kurami Manor was a slightly old fashioned mansion complete with butlers and all. The people who owned it and lived there were the brothers, as their father went and bought a bigger mansion to match his ego and status. The manor was usually quiet and peaceful. Today was definitely quiet, but not in anyway peaceful.

(Y/n) woke up and stared at his ceiling for a moment, a debate raging in his head. 'I really don't want to go out there.' The boy thought, 'They're all gonna be mad at me today.' With a sigh, the teen shoved his face in a pillow. Minutes passed and an urgent knock was heard on his door.

"Come in." (Y/n) said, sitting up and running a hand through his messy bed hair. A maid opens the door and nervously peeks inside. "Yes?" He asked his (E/c) eyes looking at her with slight annoyance. "All the masters wish you would accompany them for breakfast." She told him, her gaze glued on the floor. (Y/n) nodded, giving her a tight smile and a 'Thank you' in response.

Once the door was closed, the male got up and started to dress himself for the day. Wearing (casual clothes), the (blonde/brunette,etc.) boy went and opened his door. He walked through the hallways and stopped before he went into the dining area. 'Time to face the music.' He thought and opened the door.

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All eyes from the table turned to him. No one said a word for a moment, but Seiji broke the silence. "Good morning." He said his eyes almost penetrating his soul from his head seat at the table. With a quiet 'Morning', he went to his made plate next to Kane. He picked up his fork and started picking at his plate, feeling the stares of everyone at the table. (Y/n) felt smaller and smaller with each passing moment.

After what felt like an eternity later, someone spoke. "(Y/n), we need to talk about what you told us." Makoto said from across the table. Looking up, the two meet eyes. "I know." (Y/n) says quietly. Kane suddenly bursts out, "What the hell are you thinking?" The short male visibly flinched and bit his lips. Anger and fear welled up inside him.

"I just want to go there. Its not like I'll be moving there forever. Just till the end of college." He said looking up fully, the anger taking over. Kane scowled and stared him down. (Y/n) stared back. "Why do you wanna go there?" Seiji asked. "I'm not like you guys! I don't want to go off and own a business or something. I want to do (Something with the arts or anything else)." He said venom laced with his words. He had already told them about his dreams. This is the school that would help him get there.

The brother's weren't angry over (Y/n) going to college. They were angry he was trying to go to one so far away. All the others went to the nearby college to keep an eye out for him. But now he was trying to leave them. And there is no way in hell they are letting him do that. "You do understand that you'll be in the middle of nowhere with no family, right? What if something happens to you?" Makoto's cold voice rang through said male's ears.

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