His Soldier {Boy x Boy}

Chapter I

I hated this. 

What did I hate, you may ask? 

Waking up. That's what.

I had to wake up to the sounds of commands, and at times, I would wake up to harsh reality.

Pain. That's the reality that I'm talking about. The only one that refuses to land a hand on me was the future Alpha. To him, I had enough beatings, especially since I saved his life. The large scar covering the left side of my abdomen was a reminder of that.

I save the future for the pack, and what to I receive as an award? Never ending pain. To the other wolves, I was a mere vessel to vent out their anger out on, and when they heard the twisted version of the truth, I was more than a disgrace to them.

I was an insult.

The pain I received daily intensified, and I knew then, there was no way to convince them otherwise. 

I was even more lowly than a candy wrapper.

More pain, more commands, more rules, more suffering.

But I had my safe haven. 

Art. 

Something small and simple. 

I could draw the most realistic animal, the fairest of dames, the strongest of men, etc. Even though I was 11 at the moment, I could draw like a skilled artist that had taken years beyond me to master this subject.

Speaking of which....

I looked ahead of me, a young man. He was my only other human friend, and an art teacher.

"Good morning, Mr. Stell." I greeted him with a slight bow. He grinned at me and beckoned me closer, to which I happily complied.

"Good morning, Ethan! It is a coincidence I ran into you in the halls. I must ask of a favor." He pulled his lips into a tight line, and my smile immediately dropped.

"Of course sir, you can ask me anything." I began to worry inside, thinking that he finally realized my uselessness.

"Well, I think it would be better if we spoke in private." He gestured to his art classroom down the hall, leading me to said room with me in tow. I followed him while fumbling with my satchel, closing it shut after placing the pencil I was twirling back inside.

A short walk later, we arrived at the large art classroom, walking inside.

I was growing nervous with every step, my heart thumping like a jackhammer.

"I've been having a problem," He began, mentally bracing myself for the worst. "I can't seem to find a good image, nor a good reference for Photoshop altering, or a good enough artist, and I was thinking about this when I thought about the best artist in the school, and trust me it isn't me." I nodded and urged him to continue. The young teacher chuckled, patting my head. "You see, You are the best artist in the state, hell, maybe the country, and since you are one of my students, I was wondering if you could do me the honor of illustrating the book I had just finished?"

I stopped thinking after those words. My silver eyes searched him for any sign of lies or joking manner, but instead, I got an eyefull of seriousness and a hopeful gaze.

"Let me get this straight." I looked at him with a mostly straight face. He gestured me to continue, and I could tell he was at edge. "This man, you, an award winning and famous author, still you, want me, ME of all people, to illustrate his latest masterpiece?!" I looked at him, completely shocked as he grinned and nodded.

"Yes, I, an award winning author, a man, want you to illustrate my latest book!" He chuckled as I forced myself to sit down.

Mr. Stell isn't his real name. His name is Geo Fischer. I had discovered his secret identity when I had asked for help, and he responded with, and I quote, "This is exactly what I imagined my character Yuo to be like."

After school, I confronted him and he gave in, telling me everything.

His books were widely known throughout the country, and had managed to be translated into six different languages which thus made its initial popularity to sky rocket.

He doesn't have many illustrations in his books, but he had told me about wanting to detail locations further via drawings. He even told me he was going to hire this famous artist, but I don't think it went to well.

But to ask ME, it was  like I was blessed.

"I'll do it!" I grinned from ear to ear, watching as relief flooded past his eyes. 

"Your name is going to be on the cover, you know. Do you want to use a pen name?" He asked curiously as he fixed himself at his desk, pulling out a piece of paper.

"I'll use my pen name. Brett Sierra. My friend helped come up with it." I smiled as I got out my spare sketch book. In my bag, I held three. One for art class, a personal one, and lastly, a spare one that was mostly empty except for a few doodles in the first page. 

"We can start as soon as you want to. By the way, there is already a deadline to the end of this year, which is... six months from now." He looked at me and then handed me a stack of papers, the size of a novel. "This is the first copy. Oh, look at that, the bell is about to ring for first period. You will be excused from my class period to go to the library. I find it easier to concentrate there."

I nodded at everything he was saying, writing a small indention on the third and empty page of my sketch book to signal all pages from here are 'rough sketches' for Mr. Geo.

"It will be an honor to work with you." I smiled and shook his outstretched hand, standing in the process and putting everything in the safety of my satchel. Just as I finished putting everything inside my bag, I was greeted with the blistering screech of the first bell, and on instinct, I covered my ears from getting caught off guard. 

Mr. Stell looked at me both curiously and worriedly. I quickly waved it off and said the first excuse I could think of that wouldn't lead me explaining to werewolves and such. The excuse I came up with was pretty good, actually.

"I have a slight headache, nothing to worry about." I smiled slightly and hoped that he would believe my excuse. He smiled and nodded understandingly, telling me to get better so I wouldn't pass out in class.

From there, we quickly exchanged farewells and I slunk away into the sea of students.

I was pushed around and occasionally punched with a comment of, "Watch where you are going, idiot!" Sometimes it was a different comment, but they were all meant for verbal pain. I managed to make my way around most of the groups of "populars" and wolves alike, and quickly shrunk into my history classroom. Though I was in the fifth grade, there were already groups forming.

I exhaled and walked to my spot, the front of the class next to a window. The back was littered with wolves, jocks, and all the other populars that I heavily avoided. They think they are so high and mighty on the social chain, and education doesn't apply to them.

Screw them.

I didn't realize the bell for class to begin had rung until the teacher cleared her throat. 

"Class, settle down. Today we discuss economics. I know it isn't what you were hoping for, but I was told to teach it, and teach it I shall." She began to speak, my eyes glazing over with disinterest. I hated economics. History, I loved, but economics and politics... Whatever.

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Just thought about it. Why doesn't something like this exist? This will be my masterpiece (hopefully) 

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