[Kevin Priddy is Dead]

Summary: The closest thing we might ever get to having a written backstory for Kyon.
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The boy looks in the mirror of some run down gas station(called the Cyan Palace)'s bathroom and it echoes in his mind that Kevin Priddy is dead. Not as dead as his brother, but still dead.

But as long as Kevin Priddy was dead, he was going to need a new name. He stares into his own eyes, black and unreflective. That is person who looks like they don't have a name.
"C'mon, we're short on time, Kevin."
He hears his father, knocking on the back of the door.

He never liked his name. He feels no remorse in leaving it behind.
"I'm coming."
He lets out a heavy sigh, ruffling his hair.

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The boy decides on the fourth hour of the drive, that he hates long road trips. And he hates that his dad decided to move out into the middle of buttfuck nowhere. And he also decides that he hates Kioko Summertime. Their music is the only thing that fills the silence in the car.

Now thats a name though. Kioko. He could use that. Not Kioko though, thats too much.
"You hungry?"
His father's voice cuts through the song and the boy lifts his head from the cold glass of the window.
"Are you?"
He asks back, bluntly. His father sighs and pulls into some Mom&Pop restraunt called Leone's.

Leone is a nice name as well.

"Would it kill you to just say 'yes' like a normal kid?"
His father asks, rolling his window up with the winder. The car is an old model, a really old one. One that has those wind-ups on the door to manually turn the window. The one on the passenger side was broken off ages ago.
"It might."
The boy finally answers, unbuckling.

The boy and his father enter Leone's. Its not a bad place, really. Kinda cozy. There are a child's drawings laminated and framed hanging over the walls. With thrilling titles such as "Leone(Age 8)", "Leone"(Age 3), and who could forget "Leone(Age 4.5)".

If you ignore "Leone(Age 2)"'s judging gaze, the food is good too. The boy thinks his mother would've liked it. Even his brother would like it, he assumes.

"Eat your carrots, Kevin. It helps your eyes."
His father scolds, pushing the carrots on the plate closer to his son.
"I'd be fine if I was blind."
His father inhales deeply, massaging the bridge of his nose.
"Thats not even funny."
"I should become a comedian."
The boy answers thoughtfully, pretending to actually think about it.

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Three days the boy has gone without a name. And now they're pulling into the front gate of his new school. He really needs one now.
"Here we are."
His father's voice breaks through his thought.
"Here we are."
The boy echoes.

"Are you going to be okay, Kevin?"
His dad asks, furrowing his brows at his son. The boy looks at him and sees himself in the reflection.
"Kyon."
Kyon's voice fills the silence in between his answer.
"What?"
His father seemed thoroughly confused.

"My new name is going to be Kyon."
Kyon answers him as he unbuckles.
"Whats wrong with Kevin?"
His father asks, raising a brow at him.
"It doesn't feel right."
Kyon shrugs, pushing on the handle to make the door open. His father decides as he exits the car, not to question it any further.
"Your life, I guess."
The older man shrugs, helping his son grab his bags from the back.

Kyon looks at the school. This is it. Kevin Priddy is dead for good. But he looks back at his father for a moment, as he hands him his last bag.
"You good from here, Kev-..." He pauses. "Kyon?"
Kyon nods.
"Maybe I'll be bad. Who knows."
He answers sarcastically. Earning an eye roll from his father.
"Alright smartass."

Kyon looks forward, and takes his first step. No more looking back now. Kevin Priddy is dead.

~Fin~

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So, Author's Context: This story is about one of my OC's Kyon, taking place before the events of the Roleplay(Arakuna) he's in.

You're likely gonna be seeing a lot of characters from these RPs in these short stories so... Uh... I'll keep doing these Author's Contexts at the end of each story.