Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot and OC's of this story.

Same warnings as before. Though, there is a fairly graphic scene of violence? I guess. Well, it's bloody and painful.


Wings are the physical manifestation of your soul. The colour and beauty of your wings tells more about you than anything else, which means that, if you have attractive wings, you are a very attractive mate prospect. If you don't, well, you probably aren't that great a person anyways. Don't worry, there are thousands more totally average people out there, just like you, I'm sure you'll hook up with one of them and live you totally average lives together.

Your wings will manifest around the age of 2 years old, depending on the strength of your soul, they may manifest sooner. A sign that your wings will be sprouting soon, is that you will start glowing. Literally. None of that pregnant person glow. A glow the color of your soul will appear around you. So don't freak out. You might end up doing the world a favor and knocking yourself into a coma. Wouldn't want that, now would we? After a few days, the glow will move and hyper condense around your upper back, condensing further over time, until two long slits around your shoulder blades, glowing bright enough to blind someone, are all that's left. Congratulations, for the next few hours if anyone looks at your back they'll burn out their retinas. Hopefully you don't have stupid friends.

The next step happens quickly, over the course of about 5 minutes. The short time is good, considering it is incredibly painful. So I'd suggest finding something to bite down on as you scream and thrash in agony. The back and chest muscles will begin to sting a few minutes in advance, before suddenly convulsing and rearranging into a musculature that is capable of supporting wings. Well, if you're lucky enough to be flight-capable they will. If not you'll just have the equivalent of a fancy-looking withdrawable hang-glider permanently with you. Too bad.

The two slits will then rip open, with your soul bursting outwards and forming a transparent outline of your wing shape. This is pretty much the only non-painful part, though feeling your soul forcibly expel itself outside of your body is kinda weird. In the remaining time, bone, muscle, nerves, tissue, and feathers will rapidly form and grow out, filling into the outline provided by the soul. It's really going to hurt, but there's nothing you can do for that so suck it up. At the end of the process, the colorless feathers will be completely infused with the soul, thus completing the process, and creating the colorful appearance that advertises what kind of person you are inside. Don't mistake it for giving you free info on who's a "bad" guy and who's not, though. All they really tell you is the nature of the soul, the beauty of your wings depending on internal fortitude, basically. So you can meet some nice-looking guy with cute fluffy white wings and they'll be chopping people up and spreading their body parts around the country at night.

Not everyone will be capable of flight, however. Like I said earlier, some of you guys just lucked out. Not really, though, it has nothing to do with luck. Younger, weaker souls will often develop wings that don't have the proper shape for flying, they may be too small, or perhaps they simply didn't develop the required muscular structure. It's very rare to find an Alpha incapable of flight, equally rare to find a Beta who is, and there has never once been an Omega who is not capable of flight.

Outliers don't have wings. The only way to grow them is through becoming an Alpha. There is another method, but nobody knows anything about it. All that is known is it is expressly forbidden. So don't even go there, since the kill on sight penalty will be instated if you do. Well, that is if you manage to find out what it is.

Back to Omegas, though. They are not fighters. Not because they are weak, in fact, they have some of the best physiology for combat, with exceptional speed, strength, and endurance. It's believed that this is due to the way that nature frequently makes the mothers and caretakers the strongest of the species, as the one who cares for and protects the home and young. The issue with Omegas fighting, is instinct. Studies have shown that the very thought of harming another is enough to send an Omega into a panic attack. The only exception to this is when it comes to protecting family, flock, or younglings. Basically, these cute little cream puffs are the only truly decent people in existence.

Thus, in order to balance out this factor, the lucky bastards have the best flying abilities. Their wings are the fastest, most powerful, most maneuverable, and best suited for stamina flight, all at once. The best of all worlds, so to speak. This means that, when it comes to escaping, so long as they get the chance, an Omega can't be beaten. The structure of an Omega's wings cannot be found on any bird in the world, since there isn't one that has wings capable of what an Omega can do. Thus, they are termed 'Angel Wings'. Really, that name just comes from some pompous Alpha bastard trying to suck up to a sexy piece of ass. He got rejected in the end, Omegas don't tolerate that weak-willed stuff. You can tell who is an Omega to be as soon as wings sprout, due to the Omega-only structure that will grow. That isn't their only advantage, however.

In reality, birds use their tails in order to maximize efficiency and steering when in flight. The human lack of tail means, no matter how hard you work, when it comes to pure flying skill with no enhancements, a bird will win every single time. Hard work will certainly pay off among humans though. At least, if they aren't an Omega. These guys get another flight bonus, cause when an Omega hits maturity, they grow a tail. A long, cord like tail the color of their wings, covered in extremely long feathers pressed flat along it, with the ones at the end slightly fluffed out, a bit like the end of a lion's tail. Real cute. The feathers can be spread and fanned out at will, becoming less like a feathered cat tail and more like a bird's tail feathers. Bam! Human lack of tail? Problem solved! This was also done on instinct when in flight or when feeling threatened, as an intimidation tactic, kinda like when birds puff up to try and seem bigger. When it comes to flying, not only do Omegas have the most advantageous wing structure, they also have tails to assist them. This makes their flying so far superior to all other classes, that when it came to competitions, Omegas are only allowed to compete against each other, what with the extremely unfair advantages. It makes up for their inability to fight, at least mostly.

I blinked, staring down at the paper my Mother had said I should read. Both Mother and Mama were sitting on either side of me, while I telekinetically lifted the papers and set them back down on the table.

'Well, at least that explains what's happening.'

Though, all I said out loud was, "Senri-tousan wrote this, didn't he."

Not even deigning to answer such an obvious think, Mama dramatically flopped over onto the armrest of the couch they were on, fanning herself like a lady about to faint. "Ah, Tet-ya, I love you but you sure do keep things interesting 'round here, eh Ka-ra?"

Mother smiled over her favorite Tessen, a silver one with a black sakura tree beautifully painted across it. "Ah, Kumori, our Tetsuya is simply magnificent. It is only natural that he so clearly display this."

Kamui, who was leaning in the doorway at the moment, blew out a small huff of air. "Of course he's superior to everyone else. He is the child of us after all."

"Ohohoho, I suppose you make a good point. Our Tetsuya is naturally superior to all other beings, of course." Mother was laughing like a haughty noblewoman now. Despite the comedic scene, I could feel that all my parents were very proud of me. Though, they were also feeling incredibly overprotective. I was currently one year old, and had developed my glow a year earlier than expected. Ever since I lit up around two days ago, I didn't have any less than 3 of my parents with me at all times. Even Kunio was a bit more energetic than usual. I guess it was natural though. When one was developing their wings, they were in a very vulnerable state. With the soul showing externally, any physical damage would carry over to the soul. With my glow beginning a year earlier than usual, it was even more of a delicate state.

By this point, the glow around me had brightened to the point that it slightly stung to look right at. The brighter the glow, the more powerful the soul, and the way I was going already guaranteed I had one of the strongest souls in the world. The level I was currently at was absurd for the last day of manifestation, and it was only day two, there were still five more days before my soul hit peak level with all of it being shown externally, and one more day after that for it to hyper condense into two slits where my wings would go.

(It was only natural, considering the fact that he had lived millions more lives than every soul in this world, and his soul had been the strongest from the very beginning.)


The colour of Tetsuya's wings constantly shifted between that of an ethereal white, and a sublime black, the seven colors of the rainbow streaked through it without pattern. It was quite odd, since souls were supposed to be a flat, unchanging color. Even wings that had separate tints, multiple colors, or seemed to change in different lighting would stay the same, only appearing to change. However, Ueki had examined him carefully, and said that it wasn't a sign of any problems. Actually, it only meant that for some reason, his soul was incredibly malleable, able to change between alignments, and thus aesthetics, freely.

Everyone in the house had taken to wearing specially made sunglasses that would let you look straight at a star and not blink. It seemed extreme, but they thought it was necessary (no way could they tolerate not being able to look at Tetsuya for a few days). So, he steadily grew brighter, to the point that if he stayed in one spot too long the surroundings would catch on fire, like the way a ray of the sun's light would catch things aflame when magnified. It was winter, luckily, since his presence heated the entire house to the point that keeping the heater on was unnecessary.

Finally, finally, it was day eight. All nine Alphas were lounging about Tetsuya's bedroom, flopped on the floor, leaning against something, or draped across the furniture. Tetsuya meanwhile, was laying on the bed. He currently looked more like a star in the shape of a human than anything else, and was curled up fast asleep in a nest of pillows and blankets he had piled together. An hour passed, then two. Finally, they noticed signs of the condensation process. The glow around him was steadily fading, though the glow around his back was only growing brighter. They had thankfully planned ahead, and everything in the room was fireproof, so it didn't instantaneously combust upon exposure to the supernova of light coming from the blue-haired child's back.

Gradually, it thinned even further, until two streaks of lights slashed vertically down his back. They were bright enough that without the sunglasses, even barely glancing at the residue from the light would blind someone.

Another four hours, and Tetsuya abruptly blinked awake. Staring at his parents drowsily, he sat up, jewel-like eyes half-lidded and sleepy. Staring up through sky blue lashes and slightly long bangs flopping across his forehead, he yawned.

Good grief, how was that level of cuteness even possible?

Somehow, the immunity they had to Tetsuya's pure adorability factor had lessened during the time they couldn't really see him through the light, so several of the parents with less self control were knocked unconscious via nosebleed. Even the ever elegant Kagura could be seen wiping a small trickle from her nose, hidden behind her fan.

"Ah, so you finally woke up, Suya-tan?" Gin's smile was even wider than usual, which also meant that he had a five foot radius clear of any life forms around him.

"Mm."

"Talkative as ever, I see."

"..." yawn

The bubbly domestic atmosphere was broken a few moments later by what had woken Tetsuya in the first place. Shifting uncomfortably, a frown marred his chubby cheeks, while he reached up to rub at his chest which, alongside his back, was beginning to burn in steadily increasing levels of pain. Instantly becoming serious, Ueki moved forward in order to fix things to make the upcoming event as easy as possible. Pain-dulling medication or magic for some reason had no effect on growing wings. Any attempts were instantly burned out of the body by the soul, rendering them ineffective. Thus, they only thing they could do was keep him from hurting himself.

Grabbing some cloth and bindings, Kunio followed, moving over to the boy who was most precious to him in this life. "You trust us?" Nod. "This is going to be very, very painful, and very, very uncomfortable, okay Tetsuya?" A slow, hesitant nod. "Good. We really wish we could make the pain go away, but there's nothing we can do. So, we'll do what we can so you don't hurt yourself. Okay?" Another nod, slightly more nervous than before. Kunio held up the cloth. "We'll put this in your mouth, so you don't bite your tongue or grind your teeth from the pain." Making slow movements, despite the fact time was running out, Kunio carefully did as he said he would, tying the cloth behind Tetsuya's head to keep it from falling out of his mouth.

"Now, we have to tie your hands and feet, okay? If we don't, you'll thrash around, and get hurt, possibly badly. Is that okay, Tetsuya?" He hesitated several seconds this time, but understanding it was necessary, finally nodded. His hands and feet were carefully tied down, as comfortably as they could make it without running the risk of them giving out, though with his one-year old strength, it should be okay. Carefully backing away, the nine struggled to keep themselves under control. Their instincts hadn't been this overwhelming since they rescued Tetsuya.

With no warning whatsoever, the glowing slits along the pale boy's back split open, the scent of blood, pain and fear smothering them under a haze of protective fury. Senri lurched forward, snarling when Gin snagged his shoulder to keep him still. Turning to make his displeasure known, the Alpha was cowed upon seeing the pitch black abyss that was the silver-haired man's eyes open and glaring at everything and nothing. The ever-present smile was nowhere to be seen, lips drawn back to expose pearly teeth that despite being human, somehow were as threatening as any knife-toothed predators could be.

Regaining control, Senri backed down, turning again to his son, who had tears pearling up and dribbling from his eyes. Tetsuya attempted to maintain some semblance of control, but failed rather miserably, the pain surpassing even that which his slightly mature mind could handle. The glow that was still burning around the slits wavered and convulsed, stilling for a quick second, before bursting outwards. Massive illusory wings, each larger than twice the size of Tetsuya's body, spread and flared out. Even in the transparent form meant as an outline by his soul for his body to follow, they were beautiful. Stunning enough to shock the parental Alphas out of their rage for a few seconds, staring at the wings that burst from his back and reached for the sky.

They were Angel Wings. The symbol of an Omega. An Omega born from nine of the most powerful Alphas.

Dear God, they would have to beat the suitors off with a stick.

An iron one.

With spikes.

Eradication sounds good.

Though how would they get ahold of lasers...

Omegas were closest to their instincts, and closest to the animals their wings resembled. As a general rule, along with exceptional flight capabilities, they also had incredible night vision, better still day vision, and hearing good enough to catch the sound of a mouse scurrying a mile underground. If it wasn't for the Omegan instincts being devoted to caring for others, rather than ruling, fighting, or leading, they could literally do whatever they want, with no one capable of stopping them. However, as close to their instincts as they were, it also meant they couldn't really go against them without extensive effort. Even then it was exhausting.

Their increasingly wandering thoughts about what life for their son would be like, were dragged back down to earth like a ten ton weight against gravity, at the sound of a muffled scream. He had gotten to the stage where the physical wings started growing, now that his muscles had arranged themselves to properly support the wings. Bloody bone began forming out of his shoulder blades and spine, arranging and connecting for flight structure. Pushing through quickly, and agonizingly slowly all at once, the red-dyed structure stuck out like a demented tree, rapidly growing larger as they watched. The bone extended and broke into the appropriate segments for wings, the sick crunching accompanied by thrashing and cloth-stifled screams of pain. Finally, the skeletal structure properly took the required form, and Tetsuya got a brief, precious second of relief.

Then it continued.

Now that the frame was finished, the muscle twisted out and over the skeletal guide, moving rapidly and accompanied by tissue as it formed his wings. Nerves were seconds behind it, ultra-sensitive bundles threading through the newly built system. Wings were the most sensitive appendages on the body, both to pain and pleasure, and Omega wings were the worst off here. It didn't matter how good a flier one was, if the wings were the slightest bit damaged, so much as a twitch would be met with agony until they healed.

Finally, the basic structure was completed, and the last painful step was about to finish. The bloodied appendages crumpled weakly for a moment, before abruptly snapping back out to full extension. Colorless edges poked out of the flesh, and within seconds, bone and muscle was covered in silky transparent feathers. His manifested soul outlining the newly completed flesh lit up brilliantly enough that for a few seconds, no one could see a thing, and by the time they regained their sight, the infusion process was complete. Feathers were given color.

For a brief moment, that felt far longer than it was, Kuroko Tetsuya's newly made wings extended outwards and up. A white pure and beautiful enough that Kagura unconsciously pulled her own wings in slightly, subconsciously embarrassed in comparison. The primary feathers extending from the bottom of his wings were different than the rest. They cycled through the seven colors of the rainbow, the first was red, the second orange, third yellow, then green, blue, indigo, purple, and back again. It was a glorious display of the seven colors, and despite all of their wings being considered incredibly beautiful, before their son's they couldn't help feeling a bit inadequate. However, such jealous feelings were rapidly drowned out by the tide of love and adoration they felt towards him. Light shone in through the window, and for a moment, as the child was outlined in a soft glow, it was as though time froze and an angel descended.

Then, as his muscles finally relaxed from the beautiful lack of pain, Tetsuya's wings collapsed beside him, crumpling in a slightly uncomfortable manner, though he was far beyond the point where he would be capable of moving them. Unconsciousness descended upon him in a blissful haze, and his parents were left with his sleeping body.

Somehow, it seemed like his adorability factor had multiplied exponentially with the addition of wings.

Surprisingly, Kamui was the first to snap out of their frozen state. The Tsundere made his way over to the sleeping bluenet, and cautiously inched close. Finally, he was crouched beside his son, and could get a good look at his wings. Reaching out tentatively he ran a finger over the red primary feather, and the wings shivered in response. A bit more confident, he quickly took note of the fact that Tetsuya's wings were in a less than comfortable position. He delicately arranged them in a considerably more relaxed one. After all, his precious son would be in enough pain without the addition of wing cramps, not like he cared that much. It was just the decent thing to do, that's all.

Carefully, he groomed and preened the new appendages, enjoying the feeling of the feathers, which were easily the softest he had ever touched. He ended up shoved out of the way for one of the other parents, though it's not like he minded not getting to bond with his son more.

(Yeah, he was totally jealous.)


A tiny head of blue hair popped out and cautiously glanced around. He had to make sure no one saw him, so he couldn't spare any cautionary actions. For the last two weeks, he hadn't gotten a single moment alone. He loved his family. He did! He adored them to an unhealthy degree, as a matter of fact. However, he was very much a child, despite his adult-level intellect. The idea of sneaking out and going outside was simply too tantalizing to resist, you see.

It totally had nothing to do with it being mother's day, and him wanting to do something as a surprise, which wouldn't happen with them following him around all the time.

His massive wings were out and folded against his back. Their basic shape wasn't found on any bird, as befitting an Omega-to-be. They spread from his back at a mostly horizontal angle, though with a slight curve upwards. At the peak of this curl, the wings formed an slightly-over-ninety degree angle, where they swept downwards in a graceful arch. This part was at least three times longer than the former, which was closest to his back. The feathers directly next to his back were triple the length of the others, pointing down, while the rule for the rest was the farther they were from his back, the longer they were. The wings as a whole were incredibly long, but not very wide. Though, near the ends, the longer feathers made them appear much wider.

Since he wasn't really used to them, he stumbled occasionally (though considering his age he shouldn't even have been walking), but for the most part he moved fairly smoothly (for his age). This was mainly because he was supporting himself with telekinesis whenever he needed it. Finally, he managed to get outside. He scrambled over to the tallest tree in the yard, doing his best to replicate what he had seen in the spy movies he watched with his family. He couldn't really use his low presence when his wings were out, they were simply far too eye-catching. He thought that he should try and figure out a way to use it even with them, because if he could use it even then, imagine how effective it would be when they were hidden! He giggled at the thought, before quieting himself.

Standing at the base of the tree, he stared at it as intensely as he could. He remembered, the other day he made a flower grow just by wanting it to, and since a tree was also a plant, this would definitely work. After 3 minutes of just trying to will the tree to do something, he wasn't even close to giving up. Out of all his genius qualities, his best one was probably his determination. Instead of becoming frustrated, he only wanted to work things out more.

Finally, after several more minutes, it did what he wanted. A small group of leaves turned white. A wide grin made its way onto his face and refused to leave, as he continued his self-assigned mission. The tree twisted and changed, the bark turning black and the leaves turning white, as he manipulated it into the desired form. Finished, he grinned up at his creation. Completely unaware of the chaos created by his little disappearing act.


"You." Kumori's playful and flirty demeanor was nowhere to be seen as she cornered the nearest hapless cleaning lady. "My son. Where is he." The worlds were low and harsh, the undertone of a snarl rumbling deep in the Alpha's chest. The poor beta cowered in response to the angry, dominant pheromones layering the house, thanks to the nine who were currently on a rampage. Luckily there wasn't any physical lashing out yet, but if there were no leads soon, something would likely end up destroyed.

"Tch." Turning on her heel, Kumori stalked away, leaving the poor victim behind her to scramble off. As she passed a corner, a sweet scent caused her to freeze. It was one she recognized, a scent that was easily her favorite. The smell of vanilla, snow, and a hint of cinnamon had her snapping to attention, senses honing in. There was no fear smell, so he was either unconscious or safe. A light tug on the bond she shared with her son answered that.

Tracking the scent to Tetsuya's location, she spotted him and stepped into the nearest shadow, stepping out of the one belonging to the tree he was standing by. After giving them the information of Tetsuya's location, she ignored the other eight Alphas, who were now moving towards them using a variety of methods, as Kagura appeared beside her using teleportation.

"Tetsuya! What did you think you were doing, exactly?" Unintentionally, her voice came out as a low snarl, but her animal side was furious that a youngling had slipped out of their sight. (He could have been hurt, or a rival-flock could have tried taking him-) The only answer they received was a tilt of his head and feelings of confusion. "You had the entire house worried about you. Everyone was on a warpath thanks to you slipping away." The snarl lining her tone caused him to whine in the back of his throat, ducking his head in submission.

"Now, please explain why, exactly, you disappeared like that." Her voice was slightly less angry, but still upset. Still looking at the ground, Tetsuya struggled to hold in his tears at the scolding while he answered telepathically.

"I-I didn't think it would make you guys upset! I wanted to do something for mother's day, to make you happy, I didn't want to make you sad!" At this point, he couldn't hold it in any longer, and burst out into low, wailing sobs. He could sense their emotions, and now that he was looking, knew they were worried, not angry, but he wasn't upset over that. Finding out that what he did to try and make them happy only had the opposite effect was simply too much for his incredibly young maturity level to handle. No matter how smart, he was still only a little over 1 year old.

Meanwhile, the others had arrived, and all of them were completely focused on their son, so they didn't notice anything else. They were also freaking out, a lot. Tetsuya had never cried before. If he wanted or needed something, he would just ask them telepathically. He tried to be tough, and refused to cry when he was sad or hurt, trying to make his parents proud. Thus, when he burst into tears, they were totally at a loss as to what they should do. They had all forgotten just how young he was, due to his intelligence and maturity.

Hayashi frantically picked him up, cradling him gently in his arms, and rushed back to the house as quickly as he could without hurting Tetsuya. Coming to an abrupt halt in the middle of the entryway, he inhaled deeply before yelling loudly enough for the whole house to hear (while covering Tetsuya's ears so they wouldn't be damaged).

"Tetsuya is crying! What do I do?!"

Somehow, one of the older women heard him. Appearing out of nowhere from around a corner, she had snatched Tetsuya from his arms before he realized what was happening. When he started to snarl at her in response, he was shot the look, you know, that one only women can give? Instantly, his jaw snapped shut, glare becoming more of a pout as he huffed and turned away (still keeping Tetsuya in the corner of his sight).

"Ah, Tetsu-chan, come tell Auntie what's wrong, mm?" Gently kneeling down with the bluenet still cradled in her arms, she gently wiped away his tears with her thumbs, before pulling out a tissue for him to wipe his nose with. After this was done, he stared up at her with sad, watery eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

'My nephew is going to be a heartbreaker when he gets older! Rather, he's a heartbreaker now!'

"I wanted to make," sniffle "Mother and Mama happy, but, but," a tiny sob, "I only made them sad instead!" Before he could start wailing again, he found himself wrapped in a familiar pair of arms, with skin as pale as his own.

"Tet-ya, we were only worried. If something happened to you, we would be so sad we could fill a bath with our tears." He tensed at this, so she hurried to get to the point before she made him more upset. "Listen, we know you just wanted to do something to make us happy, okay? It makes us happy to know how much you love us. Very, very happy. Now that you know how much we worry about you, you know not to wander off without saying anything, right? Life is all about making mistakes, and learning from them. We can appreciate the good things because we've experienced bad things. Light needs darkness to shine, and darkness needs light to exist." By the end, she was rambling, but looking at him, he seemed satisfied.

(She had no clue as to how much her words would affect him in the future.)

"Now, why don't you show us what you were doing, hm?" The smile he flashed was a balm to her soul. Slipping out of her arms, he grabbed one of her hands, tugging her back towards the door, glancing back to make sure she was there every few seconds. The rest of the family curiously trailed after them, shooting the occasional jealous glance at their linked hands. Finally, he pulled her outside.

"What's out here, Tet-ya?"

"Right there." He gestured to the center of the yard, at the tree he'd been standing under when they found him. Curious, Kagura turned to look, along with the rest who had followed behind them, and at once, they turned to stone from the shock.

The previously average tree now had pitch black bark and pure white leaves. It was twisted into a shape resembling a standing human, with the vines growing on it resembling clothes. All the branches with leaves were concentrated on two spots, on the 'back' of the tree, and looked like a massive pair of white wings were sprouting from it.

"H-how…?"

"It was very tiring. I'm glad it made you happy, though." Turning to look at him, she now noticed that he seemed slightly paler than usual, which was a feat considering his normal skin tone, and his wings were drooping slightly. This was slightly worrying, but still a feeling of joy welled up in the two women it was intended for, they couldn't help feeling happy that he would do this for them.

Who wouldn't feel overjoyed at someone like Tetsuya spending so much effort just to make them happy?

(Struggling to drag out every drop of that little spark of power that was humming in his soul, feeling his exhaustion increase more every second but he wasn't finished yet it had to be perfect-)

Then, he turned to the other seven parents. "This is for you guys too. Since it's for the whole house, it's a present for everyone."

"Ah, thanks Suya-tan~"

"It's not as though I like it, but I'll accept."

"It's nice, Tet."

"Tetsuya, you'll drink tea with me underneath it."

"Ha~, looks like a good place to take a nap."

""Thanks a lot, Tetsu!""

The child beamed at them in excitement, since he could feel the good emotions everyone gave off at seeing it. Seeing him so happy, an arrow immediately pierced their hearts.

A true family with a severe son-complex. Suitors beware.


Tetsuya, 4 years old

"Suya-tan~, come 'ere. I've got something important to tell you."

"Hai."

"Ah, why've you become so serious, my little Suya-tan, you used to smile all the time~."

"Mm."

"Haa… You used to get flustered so easily, too." Gin grinned at the simple raised eyebrow he got in response. Tetsuya didn't speak very much, but instead, could convey everything he needed in gestures. If he thought something needed to be said, he would say it. For some reason, he developed an extremely blunt and straightforward personality, likely to counterbalance how eccentric his parents were. Though, Gin was proud to say they both shared a strong vanilla addiction, with milkshakes at the top of the list.

He truly taught his son well.

(And really, Suya-tan was just as eccentric, just in his own way.)

Anyway, the current message he was getting was, get on with it already.

"Alright, alright. Don't be so pushy, Suya-tan~. For some reason a family friend of Kamui is going to be leaving his son with us for a few years. It's the Akashi family." A slow blink, then expectant stare, so recognition, but he wants more information. "Ah, you're so demanding these days. Could it be teenage rebellion? Though, aren't you a bit young for that…"

Stare.

"Fine, fine. The Akashi family has a close business relation with the Akatori family. Kamui's generation had a decent personal relation as well, though they grew apart over the years. They still trust each other, though, which is why the Akashi heir is going to be staying with us for a while."

Suya-tan nodded in affirmation (so cute~) before eyeing his dad up for a few seconds.

"Vanilla milkshake?"

The silver-haired man smirked at his son. "Of course, Suya-tan. How could I say no to you?"

A blank expression was his only answer. "You just want a milkshake."

"Ah~, my cute son doesn't trust me! That hurts me, you know."

All he got was a small huff of air in response. The adult laughed again, abruptly changing pace and sweeping the bluenet into his arms. Moving considerably quicker with his long limbs, he looked down to be met with an adorable pout. "You know, Suya-tan, you could at least make it easier on us by not doing things that will only attract more suitors to get rid of." The look he got this time was considerably more confused, but he simply waved it off. "Yeah, it's impossible, huh."

'That's fine though. If they aren't worthy, we'll just kill them. It's not like anyone would dare to defy us anyways.'


A/N - Ah, a character development chapter, and still no basketball in sight. Though, Tetsuya does have some cool plant powers. That's pretty good, eh, eh?

It will be elaborated on later, but Tetsuya essentially has two sets of abilities, and only one set can be equipped at a time. His current set has a very powerful affinity with life, healing, regeneration, and psychic abilities, with no offensive of defensive ones (unless the plants were used creatively, but his instincts won't really allow for offense). All I'll tell you of the other set, is that it has incredible offensive and defensive abilities. More will be explained in-story, so patience.

Also, the parents may be softies when it comes to Tetsuya, but that doesn't change the fact that they didn't get to be powerful Alphas at such a young age by being nice.

My soul carries me to the stars, on angel wings.