I just HAVE to give you guys something really fluffy and soft right now. So i hope you'll enjoy it~

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Kabaz' pov

Walking around in the house with nothing to do has become natrual to me. I do i it about all the time, but however, today was different from the other plain and boring days. The air was filled with an unfamiliar scent, yet lovely. Like Shampoo, welcoming and fresh. And the keys of a piano was being tapped so softly, making such a beautiful tuning. I could have listened to it all day. The tune filled the whole hall where my room was located. And the sound of the song led me to the room of my younger stepbrother. He is around one and a half year younger than me, only a few months later, and he would be two years younger. Since my 'mother', Lloyd broke up with my father, Kai. Lloyd found someone new after my stepbrother's parents broke up. And my 'mother' married his father, that made us stepbrothers.

I couldn't help but peek inside as the tune ended. I couldn't really see his face, but what i could see was the tears dripping from the twelve year's chin, and down into his lap. "Gosh why is he crying?" i had said, just a little bit too loud. He must have noticed since he so suddenly wiped away the tears and took a quick breath. Well there is no turning back now.

I softly knock on the slightly open door, before walking in slowly. "Hey, Bud. Are you okay?" I could hear him taking a few more quick breaths before forcing through what i could hear was pushed away tears; "Hmm? Yeah, i'm fine."

His voice broke at the end, i could sense that he was about to cry. "Hey. Hey, come here," i opened my arms for him, and he didn't even hesitate at that point. And once he was in my embrace i hugged my arms tightly around is small body. And once those actions was made, he gave in to the sadness. I brushed my fingers through his newly washed hair. The unfamiliar, yet lovely scent coming from him. "Shh, shh~ Now, now, tell me what's wrong~" i tried to speak as soft and soothingly as i could, but it was hard, since i'm not used to being the supportive one in anything like this.

"T-the boys in my class... T-they keep laughing at me..." his sobs was breaking him off while stuttering his words. I could feel him grip onto the back of my shirt. His rather long nails digging into my back, making me tense up in slight discomfort. "Laughing at you? For what? Grades, talent? Looks, family? I think you're amazing, you're so talentful and your grades are always in the top class. Though you might not have the perfect family, the most important is that they love you, right?"

He shook his head as he pulled away from my body, making the warmth against my chest dissappear. Turning his back towards me and crossing his arms. "They keep saying that i look like a girl. They always tell me to 'prove' I'm a boy and such. Also they said that my mom and dad probably wanted a girl, but then they got me. It's hurtful when they say that. And i hate it..."

I grabbed his upper arm and pulled him over to his body mirror beside his wardrobe, and pushed him down on the chair that he had placed in front of it. "Gosh, look at you. Think of it like this; Girls are very pretty and majestic. They all deserve to be treated like princesses, don't you think? And boys at that age is very childish and has a lot of problems when they're trying to speak their meanings. Oftenly they say mean Things in order to compliment someone."

His frown turned into a soft giggle and a smile. "So maybe they simply try to say you're pretty?" i suggested and ruffled his soft hair. Well, it was no lie that he looked girl-like. He was small, pretty and cute. His slightly long hair that framed his face so perfectly. If i could describe him in one word, it would simply be; Beautiful.

"Do you think i look like a girl?" Was his a way to ask me if i thought he Was pretty? Or did he just want my opinion? "I think you look like yourself, looking like a girl or a boy doesn't define you. Your personality defines you. And even if i think you look like either a girl or a boy, i still think you look very gorgeous" I smiled and patted his shoulders. His cheeks now had a faded red tint to them, was he blushing?

I turned to his door and made my way out as i smiled.

The last thing i did Was turn to him and smile while i added my last sentence before leving his room; "And i bet that, within next year you'll be just as handsome as me, so don't you worry"