The sound of a car hood closing filled the mechanic's garage. Dorian Li Ito was surprised they had one, being a private school and all. He rubbed the bottom of his left cheek with the back of his right hand, spreading a small smudge of grease on his pale caramel colored skin. He had been working on his rusty framed, '67 chevrolet.

As the teachers aid he was allowed to be in the workshop when the teacher wasn't there. The teacher tapped his shoulder, interrupting his thoughts. He pointed to the clock. Dorian was going to be be late for class. He bit his bottom lip, his lip ring stuck out more as he did. He set the wrench down in the toolbox before gathering his school's uniform jacket.

Dorian was one of the special children in the school, granted his appearance screamed otherwise. His hair was short in the back, yet his bangs framed his face elegantly down to his chin. It was dark silver in color, nearly gray. Streaks of purple and blue rested on the right side of his bangs. He appeared more as a punk then an engineering prodigy.

He slammed into someone as he ran down the hall. Luckily neither fell to the floor. "Sorry." He said turning to the person before turning to continue to class. His piercing crystal blue eyes barely caught a glimpse of the guy he ran into. His jacket was flung playfully over his shoulder with his backpack, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was covered in grease like always.