During the school year of 91-92, Killer would fail nearly every class he was in, prompting the school to contact Hitokiri to inform him that for his son to graduate on time, he would need to be enrolled in summer school. The two would argue, come to blows, and Hitokiri would kick Killer out of the house. Hitokiri never enrolled his son into summer school. He almost refused to enroll him into the next school year at all, except he was reminded by Arai, Wire's father, that he was still legally responsible for this 16 year old son, and Arai was more than happy to call social services on him; Killer had been crashing at his house on and off through the summer, and while he never said he'd been kicked out, it wasn't hard for the adults to put the pieces together once Wire fessed up to catching Killer sleeping in his own truck at summer's start.   Killer was allowed back on the property just as the school year started in late August of 92. While he was never allowed back into his childhood home, Hitokiri let him at least move into the storage area above the garage. Killer wasn't allowed to park his truck in the garage - that's where Hitokiri parked after all - nor was he allowed any of his things from his old room; most of it thrown away when he was kicked out. It had no plumbing, Killer forced to use the old dilapidated outhouse from the original homestead, and then to shower at school. He used the laundromats in town to keep his cloths clean, or Heat & Wire would let him wash up at their places when he'd ditch classes to hang out with them instead.   Besides no plumbing, it had no central heating, though it was insulated well to prevent carbon monoxide buildup from the lower garage ground level. Killer made it work with a cheap space heater. His friends got him a mini fridge and a microwave, and Victoria's father donated a few essentials such as an old found-out futon and desk when he was clearing out her old room, as well as her old drum-set.   For a 16 year old - it was a level of freedom that none of his peers had, for better or worse. While Killer never threw any parties that might get his father's attention, he had a revolving door of guests, both during the day, and night. The only thing keeping him from garnering a worse reputation then he was already gaining, was the fear of his father walking in on him, and Killer only had over those who he trusted to be cool and discrete.

No one's more surprised then Killer himself when he kisses Wire.

Killer's weed smoked brain seems to catch up with what he's done, and he surprises them all again by kissing Heat in his panic.

They all sit stunned for a moment before Killer whines and clutches his bangs, trying to pull them down to smother himself with them.

Heat takes a slow drag of his joint, mulling things over as Wire looked helpless from where he's still sitting, now at Killer's back.

"So... was that your first kiss?" he asks finally.

Killer gives off a self depreciating moan, "yes, maybe? no?"

Wire scoots closer, "That's a very conflicting answer Killer."

He pulls his knees up and tried to hid into them, his voice muddles.

Wire scoots closer again until he's gently pressed gains Killer's back, legs on either side of the young teen's own legs. Killer doesn't shy away, just whines pathetically. "Try again."

"I tried to kiss Victoria after she sold me the Punk. She nearly broke my kneecap."

Heat gave a good laugh at that, "Yeah, sounds like her." He passed the joint to Killer, hand brushing his to catch his attention. Killer looked up miserable, but uncurled a bit. Once Killer takes the smoke from Heat, Heat rests his hands on Killer's knees, coaxing him to a more relaxed pose, sitting cross legged and leaning back into Wire slightly.

"Do you like kissing girls, Killer?" Wire asked calmly

"I dunno..." he sounded morose, take a drag.

"Do you like kissing boys?" heat asked

Killer groans and pulls at this hair with his free hand, "I dunno...." he whines.

"Have you kissed any boys before us?"  Wire asks, taking the joint before Killer accidentally catches his hair on fire with it. Heat scooches up until he can't anymore, and throws his right leg over where Killer and Wire's left legs are spread out against each other.

"....no" he whispers.

"I could tell," Heat speculated, "nearly chipped a tooth on you with the way you kiss."

Killer made a noise like he was dying.

"Why'd you kiss me?" Wire asks gently

"I dunno...."

"Why you kiss Heat then?"

Killer does look up then, "I panicked okay?! I dunno, I just-" he gestured unhelpfully,"and then after I kissed you, and Heat was there, and I felt awful, because I just kissed his boyfriend, and I did it in front of him , and I panicked... so I kissed him too?"

Wire mused on that. "He's right, you have terrible form."

"Gah!" Killer moaned, waiting for the ground to swallow him up in his humiliation.

"Next time," he continued, "tilt your head," Wire suggested, and Killer looked at him in confusion. Mindful of the lit joint in his hand, Wire took Killer's chin in his hand, "you can't kiss head on, noses and all. You gotta tilt your head," he said, leaning close to demonstrate and kissing Killer's lips softly.

Killer makes a surprised noise but doesn't pull away, staring at him wide eyed.

Heat crosses his other leg over theirs and hooks his ankles together behind Wire so he can pull himself closer. He takes Killer's face in his hand and turns him back so he can kiss his again. Softer than Killer's first attempt and this time their teeth don't clack together.

Killer learns that night that he does, actually, really like kissing boys.