A/N: This is a bit new for me, but it's one of my favorite types of stories. Mutes are extremely interesting, nuff said.
Miyuto P.O.V:
"You'll love your new school I promise and your new brother will help you fit in I promise!" My light almost ice blue eyes lazily rolled over to look at my new "mother." She was 5"6 to my 5"10 frame and there was no resemblance between us at all. Her hair was a bright bleach blonde and she had a swimmers tan while I had black hair with pasty white skin. Her eyes green, mine blue and her son couldve been her twin standing taller at 6"2. I didn't fit in already and I wasn't even at school yet. "Are you excited Miyuto? A new school, new friends. It'll be great!" I ignored her overly peppy soprano voice and doodled on my whiteboard, not entirely sure what I was drawing. "Mom he's emo 'member? Its not cool for them to get excited eh bro?" His baritone voice rang through the air as if he knew it all, god James is such a cocky son of a bitch. Have your vocal chords ripped out James, you'd be crying by the end of the day. "By the by brosif. When did you decided not ta talk. Before or after puberty?" I sighed and erased my drawing before writing a response. 'Born this way, never heard my voice before James.' His silence was satisfying and it remained remotely silent the rest of the way to school. The sign was distractingly bright "welcome to fever high school home of the outcasts" what kind of goddamn school is this anyways..?
