5/26/2015 - This chapter is updated. Please read author's note. And no. I will not abandon this. Just a minor modification, that's all. :)
This story is inspired from the song 'Look through My Eyes' by Phil Collins.
Synopsis: Kagami Taiga was returning from a basketball practice when he saw a little boy damped and bruised in an alley. He didn't realize that from that moment on, his life will change forever—with the boy playing a huge part on it. Inviting the boy unwittingly to his humble abode, what do you think will be fated to happen?
Warning: Language (because of Kagami), chibi!Kuroko.
Disclaimer: Dia does not own KnB.
CHAPTER 1:
The rain poured heavily against the asphalt. Street lights started blinking to life as the clouds above were mostly grey, and some darker in shade. The coldness intensifies, mixing in with the moist of the rain. People begin scurrying around to find shelter, simply ignoring a small child among them.
To them, he knew he was puny. Poor. Invisible.
He was pale and thin, in comparison to other children of his age. His mop of blue hair—previously silky and shiny—was damp by mud and dirt, making him look thinner than he already is. His eyes, the same hue of his hair, were lifeless as if the world had already abandoned him. He wore tatters for clothes. People who bumps into his lithe body gives him glares, some in pity, and some didn't care.
The boy made silent footsteps as hid in an alley, hugging his knees closer to himself for warmth.
He glanced out the alley, watching people go by with his discerning cerulean eyes. His young brain was prematurely brought out of its diminutive box and was forcedly exposed to the cruelty of the world. Fairies and heroes' tales doesn't exist in this reality. They don't eliminate bad things. Bad things always prevail. He even said that he was one of the bad things too.
Because of that, there'll be no one he could turn to but him and himself.
Cough.
Shiver.
Sniff.
"Mama... Papa..."
Kagami ran through the rain, trying in vain to keep himself dry. He cursed under his breath as he placed his sports bag above his head, murmuring something as to why he didn't brought any umbrella. Seeing that it won't stop any time sooner, he took refuge in an alley. He fished out his phone and madly taps the keys, as if it was the gadget's fault why the rain had come.
"Why of all times did it have to be today?" he muttered under his breath.
He was returning home from practice. The Winter Cup may have passed with them barely winning it, but their devil of a coach isn't going to start getting lenient on their training. Riko said that the Inter-High and Winter Cup would be much, much worse than previous one, now that his former teammates got a slap back to reality. As a result, training was equivalent to hell. (He got used to it. And probably, the whole Seirin team is just the same.)
Speaking of former teammates, they were back to being acquianted—in a sense, if their weird tendencies from before are of any indication. They just reverted back to their older selves. Aomine was still the ganguro he knows, at least, less barbaric compared when they were in third middle school. The guy was a real bastard back then. Kise was still Kise, this time, more annoying. Midorima became more of a tsundere than before. Murasakibara is still the lazy sweet-eating giant, and Akashi reverted from being an arrogant, psyc—cough. He'd rather live, thank you very much.
Aside from his former teammates, he also made up with his brother—Himuro Tatsuya. It took a lot of coercion from his teammates in Seirin (Kiyoshi is being a loudmouth in this matter) and he was thankful at them. All in all, he was having fun here in Japan.
He was snapped out of his stupor when he heard a cough. First, he arched a single brow to show his confusion. He knew when he entered the alley, he was alone. The only thing there was a trash bin way back to where he is.
"Damn, I think I'm starting to get halluc—" The coughing continued, slightly louder this time. He knitted his brows together, slightly being bothered that he can't find the source. He looks around again. Left and Right. Up and Down—
"...U...m,"
Kagami's left eye twitched. He yelled, and dare he say it, he almost jumped. "Holy—W-who! Whe-where did you come from?!"
The boy ducks and flinched at the loudness of his voice. Kagami berated himself for scaring the poor boy.
"Uh, hey. S-sorry about that. I didn't mean to..."
Kagami watched as the boy's shoulder made a violent shake. His fear disappears and kneels down in front of the boy. "Hey kid, are you okay?"
The boy inches away from him. His red eyes bore into his fear-stricken blue ones. "I'm not going to hurt you." he said. He remains on his place as he sense the growing agitation of the boy. "Where are you're parents? You shoul—"
Before he could finish, the boy scampered off to his feet in attempts to get away from his vision. It surprised Kagami actually. However, as soon as he got up to his feet, he fell flat to the wet ground, coughing like there's no tomorrow.
"Oi!" Kagami's body shot up in surprise and went beside the blunet. An immediate curse got out of his mouth when he immediately felt the razing heat from the boy's skin. Kagami began to panic when the boy's face contorted into pain every second. He clicks his tongue as he covers the boy with his Seirin jacket.
"Hey! Somebody help me here!" he looks around, searching, at least one person, to come and help him. Unfortunately, the street was already isolated. He clicks his tongue again.
Damn it! He gets up to his feet and charges in the rain. Screw his clothes. Screw the rain. He could take a bath as soon as he gets home.
