"Get out of my sight you little brat, I am sick of you and your attitude and disrespect for me. I want you out of this house this instant, and never come back!" Each word that was screamed in outraged caused Ryoma to wince in hurt by the distinct hatred that his offender threw at him.

"Eh Rinko, calm down you know that's how he is you shouldn't..."

"Don't you DARE try to cover up for him! It's high time this boy stopped taking everything I do for granted, it's time for him to learn his lesson, now LEAVE!"

Echizen Ryoma didn't no what to do, his body wouldn't move, it was shaken to the core. Amazed by the amount of hate his mother was projecting towards him, all Ryoma could do was stare hurtfully towards her, unsure of her sudden change in attitude towards him. He admits fully that he does take her a bit for granted, but it was like how oyaji said, that's who he is he doesn't know differently.

Ryoma had no time to fathom what had just happened as he found himself forcefully thrown out the door and have it slammed in his face before he obtained the chance to come back in.

He could hear distinct yelling occurring inside his used-to-be home, the screams of outrage flying from his mother and the yelling of defence by his father. It was amazing as Ryoma, for once, fully appreciated his father, if there's one thing he could count on, it would be his father sticking up for him when in need. Though, he would never dream of it in a situation such as the one at hand.

Realizing that his mother must be obscuring his father's path to the door Ryoma figured he'd better find shelter as he gazed up at the quickly approaching storm, above him thunder rumbled through the grey cloud-filled sky, as it threatened to shower the earth with its projectile rain.

Wondering aimlessly, and thoroughly lifeless, through the already deserted streets he found himself located at the park.

Grasping desperately to the edge of a bench he slumped down ungracefully, trying to digest the recent course of events that had just occurred. A part of him was silently hoping that his father could convince his mother to allow him refuge back home, yet another part of him was scared to go back there in case of more situations of the same calibre that may happen.

Silently agreeing to himself that it might not be safe to head back at that current moment he continued to sit quietly with a blank expression on his face not noticing the two wet streaks trailing their way down his cheeks only to be mixed with the soft downpour of rain as the clouds made a desperate attempt to be acknowledged, gaining attention from its unlucky victims.

Ryoma, however payed no heed towards it as he sat lifelessly on the bench, nothing mattered anymore he had no where to go, no one to look after him nor keep him company. He shivered as his mind wandered once again over the saddening event; he never thought it would come to this.

A crack of lightning nearby followed by a thunderous baritone snapped him out of his reverie as he found himself thoroughly drenched to the core, constantly shivering.

"I better find somewhere to go," he mumbled quietly to himself. "It won't be good to get sick before our next tennis match," he silently added.

Wandering the streets throughout the night was starting to take its toll on Ryoma as he found his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. Only when his vision started fading did Ryoma start worrying for his well being, thousands of 'What ifs?' started rolling through his head, adding to his unease, and making him feel a bit like Oishi-senpai.

By the time of dawn break Ryoma was completely exhausted each step he took seemed to weigh him down more. Smiling bitterly at the sight of happy children sending goodbyes to their parents as they trek onwards to work, made Ryoma become more depressed as he watched fathers drive off, kissing their wives and children goodbye as they began their routine journey to work.

With a heavy heart Ryoma continued on at a snail's pace not knowing or caring where his feet took him, the only thing filling Ryoma's being was the loneliness that weighed down on his soul. With a final flash of the beautiful morning scenery filling his lifeless eyes Ryoma succumbed to sleep deprivation, he fell unceremoniously to the ground in a heap with a somewhat familiar voice echoing throughout his mind somehow coaxing him to fall victim to his fatigue, which he gratefully obeyed.