Hi...

Sorry about not updating the other stories, as i was thinking for their plots, this idea just popped out in my mind.

So please read this story...

In an empty space, dribbling and stomping echo can be heard throughout a small, dark court. It was an empty and isolated basketball court that was filled with loneliness and soft sounds, and only one person existed in that kind of limited space. Small hands held a worn-out ball, full of scratches. He held it rather dearly. He ran across the dirty ground and jumped towards the hoop, as if a pair wings had suddenly grew out of his tiny petite shoulder, making his hair glistens with sweat like pearls that shines vividly and brightly .

The world was so big that it had engulfed him, but now it didn't. He feels this serenity when he plays basketball, it gave him the feeling that the game is welcoming him with open hands; inviting him into a big hug. The boy liked this warm feeling, it always drew a smile on his face.

Dribbling, running, and shooting, was the only thing that the kid could afford to do. He wasn't able to make friends, so he is now in this state, all alone. Be it, alone or not, he liked playing basketball. Nobody wanted to become friends with him, nor interact with him, or even breathe the same air as him. It always left him alone in the dumps, leaving him in isolation, with his thoughts that went into a continuous cycle.

Why don't they like me? Why are they looking at me with those kind of eyes? Why do they say weird things about me? Why can't I make friends at all? Is it because I have a weird hair color, or eyebrows? Am I scary? Or is it because I'm an orphan? Is it weird for a person to not have parents? Well I didn't ask to be in this state!

The boy's frown deepened, then he gave up and sighed, deciding it was time to go back. But back to where? He may have a place to live or a roof on top of him to shelter his petite body, but he had no place to call it…'Home'. He wishes that, even if it was only a once in a life time, that when he arrives to a place that is known as 'home', he can see two standing figures welcoming him back and they peck on his cheeks or ruffle his hair. After that they will say "welcome home", but the kid knows that it's ultimately impossible, because that is a dream that will never and ever come true.

The kid sighed once again and looked at the sunset, "it's time to go back…" he mumbled. The kid passed through the gates of the court, and started walking to his destination. He had a bloody hair with beautiful red shades. Crimson eyes that were full of hope yet sometimes it loses its brightness. He starts to eye his surroundings, looking for something interesting; spinning the basketball on his little finger, and then he saw it.

It was a scene that he yearned for, a normal family that are having their touchy feely moment. Parents who are swinging their little child, like a swing. Happy and delighted expressions were printed on their faces, as if they were born with it. The kid was filled with ecstasy as if she met the joy of her life. The red head looked at his hands and wondered how does a mother hands feel, are they warm, cold, or both if possible. It was just so unfair that he had to pass through this life all alone.

Even after all of this, he never stopped hoping for the day when his parents will come into his life, and then, they will shower him with kisses and hugs. Between each kiss or hug they will say sorry for leaving him all alone, unfortunately his hope was fading day by day. No matter how much he waited, no matter how many seasons have passed, neither rain nor heat managed to create a delusion of his parents. He even tried crying, screaming, begging for help. The results came to him empty handed, slapping all of his efforts back to the read head's face.

He sighed for the umpteenth time, and picked up his pace. The boy drowned himself in thoughts once again, getting himself another psychological dilemma, and he was seriously getting tired of this. Am I getting greedy? Wanting to have parents, am i being too selfish? Why won't they understand that I didn't do anything wrong to keep my parents away from me. Hearing that I'm a bad kid that's why mom and dad will never come back to me. But I never met them in the first place!? I never got the chances to see their faces! Neither feel their touches, hugs nor kisses! I just want to see them! Am I asking for a lot of things? I just have this little favor. I just want to see their faces, do I look like them, and do I have their eyes color, or just ask them why did you leave me all alone, do you hate me? Am I being hated since birth from your sides too? If that's so then I'm utterly sick of it.

The kid didn't notice that he arrived at the step door of his destination, until he bumped his forehead against the door. And fell down on his bum, he held and rubbed his forehead in pain, then he mustered a glare and held back the kick and rage on the door. The red head stood up, and patted the dust of his pants, and stepped into the place.

His destination was an orphanage, not a shabby one though. Addition to that, it never held any good memories, at that thought, the red head frowned. He clutched his basketball so hard that it made his knuckles go all white. He exhaled and inhaled slowly, and entered the hated place. Never wasting a moment, or a second. Heading straight his respected room, until something caught his hears; and it ultimately, and completed annoyed him.

"Taiga"

The read head goes with the name Taiga, Kagami Taiga turned his head to meet the source. Kagami's eyes made contact with a rather large man, with quite a muscled frame, its more as fit rather than muscled, either ways he had a black night sky hair; that suited his cat like slated eyes.

"Whats up, boss?" Kagami answered dryly while rolling his eyes, and that was the reason for the sharp pain he met.

The red head was rubbing his now abused area carefully, checking if his scalp didn't slit open because of the punch that was in contact with his poor little head. After breathing out a relieved sigh, he raised his eyes and glared daggers at the bully in front of him. "What was that for?!" Kagami grumbled out loudly.

The raven head sighed, then raised one of his long fingers and swayed them right and left, while the other hand was place on his hips. "Oi kid, how many times have I told you to respect your elders, HUH?!" The adult one roared, in which it made the kid's frown to deepen.

Kagami stuck out his tongue, then smirked. "Oh well, as you wish…OLD MAN!" Kagami scoffed, in which it made the other party rage in fiery fury. For the result of this heated argument, another impact was in contact with Taiga's head, but the raven head stopped hitting the kid after that punch. He remembered that he was the adult here, and he didn't come here to the chew the kid…..maybe a little, but still. As a grown up, he should recompose himself and straight out his business with the damn kid.

The raven head cleared his throat, and spoke loud and clearly, no hint of hesitation. "Kid, today you're getting out of here."

Kagami looked up at the guy, then he just smiled at him, without having a sad look or nothing. He knew that one day he will face this moment, but not this soon; moreover, he knew that this place never welcomed him in the first place. Even when he knew all of these thing, he was prepared, but it kind of made the little tiger's heart ache in pain and agony.

"So it finally came to this, chasing me out? Well then thanks for taking care of me until now, I guess? Nijimura-san…"

Thanks for reading~

And please do tell me your opinions to now if i should continue this story, it depends on your responses guy~

Until next time...*waves*