Well his is the first KnB fanfiction I did and the first time I'm doing genderbent of a character. Well please be gentle to me!
WARNING: Not beta'ed, Grammer mistakes and maybe a little OCCness. I MIGHT put some OCC character to fill in the roles.
DISCLAIM: I do not own the characters. If I do it would be the meaning of the end of the world
The world was never fair to her. Not even a little sympathy. She had forgotten what is God. She had called out for the God but it seems that the God wants nothing to do with her. "Help those in need" was just a phrase of words. "Action speak louder than words" it seems to be truth. "Lend a hand" but the hands of theirs are occupied with their selfish thoughts. Someone who's "down to Earth" cannot be found, because no one wants to be in the bottom. Humans are such selfish and greedy creatures. The weather's cold, winter's coming to replace autumn. White puff appeared as she exhaled, her thin clothing that was more like rags were not helping her to get out of the cold. Barefoot touched the floor and skin becoming red, muscles hurting with each step she took along the empty path. Not even a single human was there due to the fact that today's Christmas Eve.
Darkness started to drag her down and she could feel herself falling down towards the ground. Her head hit the ground too hard making her head spinning more than she already was. Her eyes staring to the starless sky and she felt something cold landed on her cheek. Then another. 'Ah, it's snowing' she thought as she slowly close her eyes letting herself drifting away. Just when she was about to fall into her dreamless dream, something warm touched her arm. 'Snow is suppose to be cold'
"Hey kid, don't sleep! Come on wake up" someone said. Her fragile body was pulled up from the cold hard ground and into the warm. 'Perhaps this person's my guardian angel?' Her mother always told her that every person has a guardian angel just for themselves to be protected. ' No... God does not exist. Not even angels' "Come on kid, stay with me. Open your eyes now and look at me" movements sending her signals that the person was carrying her running. She did what he told. She does not know why she did but her instinct told her to. "Don't die. Not yet" a voice said in her mind "There's something you're going to miss if you give up easily" Ah, it was her mother's voice. The woman who told her advices and bedtime stories. She told her to be a determine girl, a girl under the light of the God's. And she believed in every words her mother told her. But why didn't the God heard her when she cried, praying beside her mother's unmoved body? She was laying motionlessly on the bed, her once warm hand in her own tiny ones, but nothing happen. The God has taken her mother away from her.
After she was dragged from her mother's body she was brought to her stepfather. She thought he would cry like she did but no. He was grinning just outside the patient's room. She always thought that her stepfather had the most greatest smile after her mother but no. It was a fake. The man she no longer call her father threw her away to a street, more like a county she doesn't recognize. She lived in Italy with her mother in a mansion. But now not anymore. She still remember three days ago the man's sharp fearful laughter as he threw her out of the black limo car that was once her mother's. The world's fake. The warmth was nothing more than an illusion. Ah, reality hurts.
"Just hold on a little longer, girl. Hold on. Do not give up" 'Do not give up' she remembered her mother said these words countless time when she wanted to quit her violin. Her mother said that even a low quality violin could have the best melody if she played. "The hospital's not far. Hey can you tell me your name, girl?" the stranger asked, she heard panting between the words. Was the stranger running non-stop while carrying her? She was warned not to talk to strangers but this one doesn't sound like a bad guy. Should she tell? Her cracked lips slowly moved, her voice cracked meaning that she hasn't been using it for a long time.
"Kuroko...Tetsuya.."
Well this is just a prologue. I promised to make it longer in the next chapter.
