Twins (in) trouble

Mido had never had a very easy go of it when it came to school, between the bullies and the teachers, he tended to be the kid left behind by almost everyone. To scattered and disoriented to focus on any class that didn't test his artistically inclined brain, and lacking most of his impulse control on top of it. He was in trouble a lot, not for fighting, but for what most of the staff called offensive vandalism.

He was used to seeing his creations washed away by now, and a part of him found that much more beauty in the fleeting lifetime. He only wished people could see it too, it wasn't like he was putting crudely drawn genitals on the wall, or rude words, most of his incidents had been tasteful and nice to look at. He only wished everyone could see it.

He'd been sitting off on his own when he heard his name called in a loud, stern voice, thinking for half a second that it might of been a teacher until he heard the age of the voice. He sighed and got to his feet, not fully understanding the severity of the situation as he sought out the owner of the rather crass voice.

Mido was used to being kicked around by now, second nature to him after the many incidents he'd had where other students took it upon themselves to punish the kid that wasn't all there, he knew people thought he was feeble minded, distinctly aware of the fact that most of the people in his life thought he could do nothing for himself, and at this point he rolled with it.

He was still a fairly small, scrawny boy, so when he approached Justin he had to crane to see him, "What?" He spoke the words in a blunt, flat toned voice, curious what this kid wanted with him.

Mido seemed confused as he regarded this Justin boy, he couldn't remember ever slighting him, and so he couldn't place a reason for his apparent rage. He felt a bit menaced by the group surrounding him, but his expression was still somewhat underwhelmed, as if the severity of his situation hadn't even caught up with his often slow to catch up mind, "you're like wolves. Or sheep...Mindless." His words weren't spoken with any specific tone or inflection, as it wasn't meant to be a jab so much as an observation, he was quickly brought to Earth when he was grabbed roughly however, and his eyes widened considerably.

He gasped when he was shoved, catching the ground with his hand enough to stop his fall, but there was definitely a sore scrape there now, "Yes?" He gave him an expression that read like a matter of fact 'duh' when he asked if he was responsible, glancing back up at the wall, "the wall was plain, boring, so I made it colorful." He nodded, glancing back over at him, "it's nicer now." He brushed himself off as he got to his feet, looking at him with a sort of disinterested expression, "can I go, please?"

If there was something a lot of people overlooked about Mido, it was his lack of understanding where sarcasm was involved. It wasn't that he didn't detect it, it was that he couldn't, everything he said and everything people said to him was taken at a very literal face-value, it was as if the part of his brain that understood such idioms and nuances just hadn't developed right. Just another way in which people assumed Mido wasn't all there in the head.

Because of this faulty wiring however, he was completely oblivious to the threatening sarcasm made by the older boy, nodding, "It is." He said simply, "The whole school could use more color." He could remember the school he'd come here from, where elaborate sculptures and beautiful paintings seemed to line everything, the visually stimulated boy had felt at home and comfortable there, coming here had been a culture shock, and one he was still adjusting to.

When he was given leave to go, he turned, starting to walk off before he was suddenly shoved hard to the ground again, not expecting it this time and slamming his chin against the hard pavement when he landed. His eyes were wide as he sat up, tasting blood as he prodded with his tongue before spitting out a tooth, glancing up at the older boy with eyes now wide in horror, as if his brain had finally caught up to the scene.

He didn't get a chance to respond before his hair was yanked sharply, bringing terrified tears to his eyes as he looked into Justin's eyes, blood dripping down his chin where his tooth had been violently knocked out. He was suddenly gravely aware of the severity of the situation, and all he could to was let out a loud yelp when it was given one last hard yank before he was let go. Staring wide eyed at the boy like a rabbit caught under the hungry jaws of a wolf, shaking and breathing faster as panic finally started to settle in.

he wasn't exactly a stranger to being bullied, though any new student who tried to mess with him at their old school often quickly felt the wrath of Fareeha, it still happened, he'd been afraid before, but there was something almost primal about the fear that he felt from Justin, it made him genuinely feel like a wild prey animal trapped by a predator, and this fear was only made worse by the horrible throbbing in his mouth where his tooth had been knocked out.

He gasped when he saw the boy yanked back, following the scene to see Fareeha on the other end. There was an unreal sense of relief upon seeing her, and he lifted the sleeve of his hoodie to press it against his still bleeding mouth as he watched the scene unfold.

He was glad Fareeha was here, she'd always been the one to knock bullies off of him, but this was as much a blessing as it was a curse, being in the same school, having so many classes in common, teachers compared them, and she was smart, watching her excel where he utterly crashed and burned was discouraging at best, confidence busting at worst. But he was glad for her presence, it made him feel a little less isolated and alone.

He kept his panicked eyed glued to the scene, silently cheering his sister on in his head as he was rooted to the spot, still visibly stricken by what had been done to him.

He'd never been a violent person, and while there was a part of him that was terrified seeing his sister so brutal, the human side of him was satisfied seeing the bully beaten so low, beatun until he was as afraid as he'd made Mido feel. He hadn't said much since the incident, one because of the ache in his jaw, the impact with the concrete had knocked one of his very front top teeth out, a permanent souvenir from Justin, and two because the missing tooth and the slightly swollen mouth had given him the most embarrassing lisp.

After a moment though, he looked up at her with a somber expression, "thank'th for comin' to thave me..." He was still sore where he'd been kicked and thrown down, walking a little hobbled and hunched, glancing at her twisted ankle, "ith your ankle okay? F'reeha?" He knew she'd hurt it before she's shown up, but he still felt responsible for how bad it had to hurt now, after the's put weight on it, "M'thorry..." He looked to the side with a dejected expression, still fairly shaken by the entire incident, it had happened because he was a coward, and because he was a painter, and it only served to further convince him that he didn't belong in this family, a family of fighters, there was no room for painters, "th'my fault...Cauth I painted that thtupid wall..." He admitted, lookinf dejected as he walked beside her.

Mido knew that Ana wouldn't be entirely surprised by his note, he'd had more of these sent home than he cared to think about, but he still had that dejected look as he followed his sister side. Their talk had lifted his spirits a little bit, but she'd still gotten in trouble because of him, he glanced up at her, considering her question, "the thchool hath prob'ly called her an' told her what happen'..." He mused, feeling a trickle of fear, "bet the'll be mad..." He mumbled, looking down dejectedly again as they approached home, swallowing hard as they were let in.

There were a great many things, both physical and mental, that Ana Amari was highly skilled in. She could lead troops into conflict, perform amazingly skilled feats of distance and accuracy with her sniper rifle, interact with style and grace that won over hearts across the public eye, protect her team with a fierce devotion that won her the loyalty of her teammates.

But there were so many times...that she was never quite sure what to do with her children. She loved them dearly and fiercely, she would have given her life for theirs. She worked hard so that they would have lives and a future that they both deserved. But that didn't mean that she really always knew what to do with them, what to say to them, how to get through to them that some things just...couldn't be done.

Today was one of those days. Normally it was one or the other that she would get a message about...luckily the messages were rare, but they still came. Today though, it was apparently both of them. She wondered if putting them into the same school had been the good idea she'd thought it would be when she'd arranged it. She had heard the school's side of the story, she wanted to talk to them and get their side of teh story before she tried to decide how to handle this matter. She waited in her office, halfheartedly working her way through various messages as she waited for them to return home, they should be back at nearly any time, and had been directed to come in and speak with her as soon as they had arrived back home.