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Author's Note: *Be warned that this story is a bit different then my usual writtings. The character might be a bit offensive to some of you. This series will contian some Boy on Boy action in later chapters. *

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(Kyle)

My alarm clock went off and I grumbled lightly before slamming my fist down on it. Another day in hell. I thought to myself before slipping from my blankets and beginning to move to my shower which is connected to my room.

I suppose I should be thankful that I'm even aloud to exist considering I seem to be one of the few people alive that don't have any psychic power at all. Well at least that's what it looks like on the surface. Maybe if I get to know you better I'll tell you my secret. But until then you're better off guessing like everyone else.

The shower was an old fashioned model. Which I was thankful for as it meant I didn't have to expend any of my nonexistent power in order to use it. I turned the hot water on and didn't care as freezing cold water blasted from the tap before it began to warm up.

I shampooed my fur and then washed it off and patted myself dry before stepping out to brush my fur. My cherry blossom birthmarks winking in the light as I did so. When I finished brushing I pulled on my kimono and then grabbed my bag.

Unlike others of my kind I didn't live alone. I had a Telekinetic for a roommate. Thankfully though I never pissed him off. He stayed on his side of the dorm and I on mine. We never talked to one another or even acknowledged each other's existence.

It was better that way for me and for him. Trevor was an ok person but it just wouldn't do for a psychic to socialize with a mundane. The ones that did were heavily looked down upon by their peers. He at least never tried to torment me a small mercy I was grateful for.

I picked up my bento box from the counter and checked it to make sure that the food I had packed away last night was still there. It was and I sighed with relief before slipping it into my bag. I slipped on my coat and then I began my walk to the cafeteria to get my breakfast.

The whole school was quite this early in the morning. My quite footsteps didn't make a sound as I made my way down the white washed corridor. The light's flickered on as I passed the motion sensor at the end of the hall and I sighed. I would have rather it staid dark in the hallway. Darkness is always safer then Light after all.

I reached the cafeteria and was unsurprised to find it empty. I did hear stirring in the back but I didn't move towards it. Likely it was one of the food robots booting up and preparing the day's first meal. Instead I reached into my bag and I grabbed my journal.

It was locked up with a 4 chamber lock. So I fished the key out of a hidden pocket in my bag and proceeded to open it. I pulled out my favorite pen and flicked to the last page of written text.

Name: Sukura

The watchers are certainly stepping up their activity lately. It's getting rather annoying. If they just kept to themselves that would be fine but now it seems as if they are attacking Mundane and Powered alike.

_I barely managed to escape detection last night. Thankfully Kyle is adequate enough to stop his mind from being broken into. Nakishodo had to help me to my room after I got home but otherwise the night went well. _

Now if you're wondering who Sukura is well I'm sorry but that's none of your business. Same goes for Nakishodo. Suffice it to say that they are very dear friends and have saved my life more than once. Sukura may be a bit abrasive but he means well. Nakishodo well he has a kind demeanor and is always nice to me.

As for what you read about me shielding my mind. I never said that you had to be a Powered to learn how to use their techniques. Even as a Mundane that doesn't meant that I can't put some of their mental practices to use against them. A telepathic shield is a very simple thing to do. However as people usually tend to leave my mind alone the true strength of my shield has not been tested.

Surprised? Oh don't worry I've got plenty more surprises in store for you. Just keep turning those pages. You'll never know what you might find.

As I glanced over the cafeteria I felt Sukura wake up. I smiled to myself and checked to see if he had anything he wanted to write. He declined so I checked on Yoshino and Nakishodo. Both of them were still sleeping so I locked the journal back up again and slipped it into my bag.

About an hour later I moved to the breakfast line and snagged some cereal and milk. I moved back to my table to enjoy them as some other fellow students began to trickle in to beginning their mornings.

I ate fast and then threw away my trash. I rapidly made my way to my first period class not wishing to be cornered in the halls. I wasn't quite so lucky. Mark blocked my path and using his TK he immobilized me and held me tightly so that I couldn't move except for my mouth. "Going somewhere Mundane?"

"You may be holding my body Mark. But you forget the power of my mind." He laughs heavily and I smirk. "We are all alone Mark." I say and then I take a step back and let Sukura take control.

(Sukura)

As I took control of the body I gave a predatory grin at Mark. My voice had a distinct British accent and it carried nicely in the hall. "Put me down and I won't have to hurt you." This gets Mark's attention. "You think changing your voice will help you Mundane?" he said and slammed me into the wall.

I won't deny that it hurt but I'm not Kyle. I'm not afraid to throw around some power if I need too. "Hmmm it just might." I say and then turn my mind against him. I began to hack into his mind and despite his best efforts he can't block me. I casually walk forward. "Who is Mundane now?" I ask and flick him on the nose.

The lapse in concentration allows me to get in and I use the opportunity to scan his mind. "Oh so that's how your TK works. Well let's see what happens when I break the pathways there." The scan had showed me the way the power had flowed through his mind and by breaking the network at several key points it disrupted the flow.

I exited his mind and patted the Tiger's head. "Now you be a good little kitty." I cheerfully whistled as I continued on my way to first period leaving a terrified tiger behind me.

(Kyle)

Once in class Sukura and I switched out and I thanked him for his help. Now as for you have you figured out what my Secret is? It's ok if you haven't it always takes a while anyway. I'm sure your either still puzzled it or frantically searching for the answer. It's a pity that you'll never find it. Though I do wish you good luck on your search.

Don't give me that look. I'm not telling you anything. You should be intelligent enough to figure this out by now. If you aren't well that's your funeral. My first class of the day was Algebra II a more useless subject has never been designed.

Oh sure it might have been useful in your time when people actually built things. But these days we just feed a list of instructions into construct bots and watch as the work is done. It's less time consuming and no human workers are injured. The materials for a building are also quite expensive. It's called smart matter and it can be programed to take any shape possible.

Oh right I'm supposed to be focusing on Algebra II and not explaining things to you. I'll try but you're a much more interesting person to talk too and these math problems can be so boring.

Finally other students arrive. It sure does take them quite a while to get around doesn't it? I mean I know it is an early hour but I've seen rocks move faster than they have. The teacher Mr. Richard a rather charming old Ferret begins to call roll.

I acknowledge him when my name is called and then I wait for the problem of the day to be displayed on my desk. Seconds later the problem is there and I pick up my stylus and began to work through it.

It takes me several moments as it involves a rather complex formula and I find it hard to even arrive at an answer. Once I do the problem is scored and the system tells me that my answer is wrong. Oh well I can't win them all and I did try instead of using the auto complete option and cheating my way through. I swear they only put that option there for the jocks. Yes even in this day and age we have people dumber than a sack of potatoes.

Oh I seem bitter against the jocks don't I? Well quite a number of them are smart and can function well enough outside of smashing into each other. However a small number seemed to have lost to many brain cells from constantly smashing into each other. I would say it's a pity but as I am a frequent target of their advances and taunts I count their stupidity as a blessing.

Oh keep your pity. I don't need it and it is better used on someone else. Moments later the teacher explains the problem to us and the we get the worksheet for the day. I do my best to stay focused during the lecture and then I turn to the worksheet.

After the first few problems it all seems to click and I send a silent thanks to Yoshino. _Your welcome_he says but I barley hear him as I'm full focused on the problems at paw. The worksheet takes me most of the lesson to complete and once I am done I wave my paws to get the feeling back into my fingers.

The bell rings as I complete this exercise and I sigh before heading for gym. At least in gym I'm away from The Powered. Just my fellow Mundanes are here with me. Though even among their numbers I'm considered an oddity. Our P.E. coach could care less about us exercising so I generally used this period to meditate.

I went to my customary corner and settled down like usual. I wondered how Mark was fairing this morning Even if someone did repair his pathways no one would ever beleive I was the one that did it.

I'm mundane remeber. I'm not accepted by my peers becuase even as a Mundane I employ some measures that the Powered use. Meditation, keeping to myself, their sheilding techiques. Well I'm an interesting guy for a Mundane. Hated by both sides of the coin. That's good. That's the way it's supposed to be.

I began my meditations and the outside world became nothing more then an barley noticible buzz. I felt out my sheild and checked it for cracks. Finding none I began to strengthen it even further. See everyday I add a differnent layer of sheilding to my mind. And it keeps adding up to the point that it stops everything. I've done this every day since I was 5 after I first started reading about the Powered and realized that I was Mundane.

Soon after I checked out a book of their sheilding techniques. The librarian thought it was just mere curiousity. Well that was half of it. The other half was that if I was going to be Mundane I would be damned if I was going to let one of the Powered ever get a chance to read my mind.

The class period passed rather fast for me and next I had Language Arts. I hated grammer with an undying passion and the feeling was mutual I'm sure. Reading however is my best friend. Often Reading and I sit together on a cold and dreary day and just enjoy each other's company.

I got into class and got to work on the daily grammer worksheet. I got it done after some difficulty and then moved on to the reader to answer the questions from the story this week. Some people called it busy work. I called it a good time.

Fourth Period came to bring me the utter joy of History. No I'm not being sarcastic. I deeply enjoy history and learning about the past certiantly gave me more of an advantage over my peers. The weight of the subject and dusty old books are like long lost friends. Every fact I learn carcasses my mind with it's pleasant touch making me shiver with pleasure from the knowledge.

What? Knowledge is power and in this case it's true. Yes I'm a nerd, however i'm interesting am I not? Of course I am. Possibly the most interesting fur you've met in a long time. Come now don't deny it I intrugue you don't I?

As the lesson started I began to jot down the latest notes for our current area of study. The history of The Powered. Would it surprise you to learn that the first recorded Power was gay? His husband was also the first recorded Furry.

They were happy together and this Powered ability was empathy. He and his partner were able to feel each other's emotions almost as if they shared a bond. The First Powered and his husband worked tirelessly through out their lives to give us the magic of the mating bond.

The process caused them to lose their lives but do to their efforts countless Furries around the world began to feel the power of the mating bond and seeked out their soul mates. They had children and the line continued. Not to say that there isn't any gay furs I myself am one as you know but the grand majority are either straight or have recently had the surgery to become one of us.

Every furry whether they be born or turned through surgery feels the drive of the mating process. It can't be quite explained. Some say it's hormones, Some say it's our animal natures. Me well I think that its our desire to be loved and find love in return.

My only worry is that if I find my mate I wonder if I'm truthful with them about my secret if they would accept me. Would they turn from me and run? Would they decide it didn't matter? Or would they try to change me forcing me to leave them? It's a question that constantly plagues my mind.

My brooding expression must have either chased the class away or the bell had rung. I was betting on the latter and collected my books and took them to my locker. I turned around and then instantly jumped back a foot smashing into my locker and denting it.

"You couldn't hit the broadside of a barn." I said lightly watching the horse in front of me collect himself after the attack. "Your quicker. Let's see if it helps." I drop my bag and as he runs forward I block his punch against his wrist and avoid his kicks.

What I didn't say I didn't know how to fight. In fact until now it never came up. I did tell you that you would constantly be surprised by me.

With my attention fully on the fight I noted running footsteps and I suspected it was one of the teachers coming to get me in trouble as usual. So before we could be broken up I ran foward the horse's fist flying by my shoulder as I kicking him in the jaw actually lifting him up into the air and then while he was air born I jumped up and kicked him back.

He landed on the ground hard and didn't move. I came down my face registering shock. Whoa did I just? " _Yes you did Kyle. That was all you too. Either it's muscle memory becuase I've used similar techniques to what you just did Or you just subconsciously picked it up from me." _ said Sukura.

The science teacher Mr.Darrel stood behind us a shocked expression on his scaled face. That's right Mr. Darrell was a dragon. Now whether or not he could breathe fire or any other element for that matter was unknown.

However I was usually the one on the floor by the end of these encounters. From the ground the Horse began to stir again so when the dragon pointed towards the principal's office I made sure to stomp savagely on the horses nuts before stomping my feet down on him as I calmly walked over him on my way there. On my way I grabbed my bag that still held my lunch and once inside the first part of the office where the secretary was I opened my bag and started to eat my lunch quite calmly.

Oh don't get me wrong I was just as shocked as the horse had been but I also finally fought back. What is with me today? I'm fronting but I'm certiantly not myself. My emotions are harsher today. I feel more willing to fight then flee and more willing to lash out then speak softly. Have I finally had enough of being treated like garbage?" I wondered quietly to myself and the others did not intrude on my thoughts.

Of course if you've ever been in high school you know what happens when someone get's their ass handed to them. So I took the ten or so smacks on the behind with a rough old wooden board and then headed to my next class.

If anyone talked either about me or too me I didn't hear. I was to busy copying down my notes and working. The day couldn't end fast enough for me. Once it did end however I headed back to my dorm room.

Yes I live at a high school for Powered. I was here because of my good grades and also because I suspected that the Powered were secretly studying me and trying to find out why my mind was so resistant to them.

I chuckled lightly as I pictured some white coated scientist excitedly scribbling down the results of today's events and then plugging in the data that wrongly told him I would act this way or that. My mind, my body, and my actions are my own for me to choose and to act upon. Whatever data they have couldn't possibly be useful on me.

I think with that I will close the first chapter of the story I am telling you. Writer person you can stop typing now as I have nothing further to tell.