A/N: Completely anime-verse; I haven't read the Manga yet, so I only know a few details from that.

Karma had always been a different child.

Once, his mother caught his older cousins showing him a movie with violence of epic proportions - and scolded them with a severity that had them in tears within minutes. However, they held on to their odd claim that Karma hadn't been with them in the first place; he had snuck among them when they weren't paying attention. The accusation stopped his mother in her tracks. Karma always was good at sneaking into things.

Another incident was when both his parents caught him playing knives. Unlike most children his age, the toddler did not dangerously thrust the edge in every direction he could muster. No; he studied the blade as lovingly as if it was the most expensive of toys, swiped the weapon in the air as well as a trained assassin.

That did it for them. The earliest it was deemed possible, they enrolled him in the most prestigious school, and later junior high, in the district; one with such a rigorous program that it would consume Karma all hours of the day and, hopefully, fix whatever mistake they had made in raising the boy.

It seemed like a good plan.

But it left the child - for he was still a child - wondering what was wrong with him.