Fully Grown, The Sequel to Canada's Children

Chap One/Awaken Dear Alaska-2003

Chapter One/Part One

"Aye get on up Alaska!"
The light blond, threw a bucket on top of his head. Her pure white bounced on top of her spilt hairline. She smiled happily as the water seeped into his pajamas.

"YUKON." Alaska grumbled.
The tall Inuit boy stood up, his skin had always turned out a little lighter then he thought it would. Long black ring tattoos followed on his arms, as he raised them to slap Yukon. Yukon chuckled catching the boys hands.

"My my. We are so grumpy."
She teased releasing his hands.

Alaska groaned again, starting to take off his clothes. Yukon hummed,
"At least let me get out of here first."
The young women bounced out of the room. Alaska looked solemnly in his mirror, his body was still young, but he was still getting older. His blond hair trickled as turned into a dark brown, with blueberry highlights. His piercing violet eyes stung as Alaska glared over his worn body. His arms covered in traditional tattoos, he felt he didn't deserve. From a young age he was adopted into an Inuit tribe after being mistaken for a missing baby. Once the elders found the other baby though, they realized Alaska wasn't them. But they kept him and raised him until he was old enough to join the Williams household.
So all in all Nothing new, except old scars, from events he couldn't even recall.
"BORK"
He chuckled softly, looking at the dog stretched out his key on top of his bed. Alaska picked himself up and strode over to the dog. He grappled the toy hanging from left of his boy's mouth and threw it. His dog, Anchorage, an Alaskan Malamute, Siberian Husky, Maltese,, mix perked up immediately. Anchorage barked loudly once again as Alaska dangled the toy dangerously close to his snout. Anchorage finally had enough and smashed his paw into Alaska cheek. He chuckled rubbing the sore spot and began to wrestle again with Anchorage. Eventually he got the upper hand and flipped the dog over into his arms.
Anchorage fidgeted as he was turned over and shoved under Alaska's arm, like stray piece of luggage.
Alaska happily jumped off his bed with Anchorage under his arm, and headed downstairs. Yukon was making a scrumptious bacon burrito breakfast for him.
The smell lofting through his nose, tickled