Okay, I just came up with an awesome idea. Well, something that I would find awesome. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT! But, I was thinking that those of you who are good at drawing, I want you to draw one of your favorite parts of my story and send it to me on my Tumblr. I'm sweet-lemoness. THIS IS AN OPTION! I JUST WANNA SEE WHAT YOUR GUY'S DRAWING STYLES ARE AND WHAT YOUR FAVORITE PARTS ARE! I'M NOT TRY TO PROMOTE ANYTHING! I SWEAR! I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO MUCH!

After what Dr. Kyuseishu said, I couldn't help but cry. I cup my hands over my face and try to hide. The doctor just smiled faintly and went back to work, taking my stitches out one wound at a time, sobbing the whole time. I don't even try to conceal my emotions when the door was opened and I heard Aomine gasp before he rushed in. Once he reached the edge of my bed, questions tumbled out of his mouth. I didn't even try to answer him. Instead, Kyuseishu spoke to him.

"It seems that Mr. Kagami has had an...emotional experience. He needs some time to cool down. Please give him some space." The Touou ace nods slowly, a worry some look in his eyes.

"Okay. Come and get me when you're done taking the stitches out." Kyuseishu nods and puts his mask back over his face, focusing on his work once again.

I couldn't calm down for the life of me. I had stopped crying once Aomine left the room, but my breathing was all over the place. The doctor just hushed me every so often when I started to hyperventilate. He was always so gentle and calm, even in situations like this.

"Mr. Kagami. I can hear your friend's parents coming. I'd try to calm down if I were you." I nod and practice taking deep breaths as the door was opened, Haeru running in before her parents. The smile on her face disappeared as her eyes spotted all of the wounds that covered my body. I smile sadly as she runs to me, grabbing onto my leg as she began to cry.

"K-Kagami! Y-you're hurt! W-what happened!? I-I was gonna b-bring you in for s-show and tell!" I chuckle slightly and begin to stroke her hair soothingly as her tears wet my bandaged leg. Kyuseishu sighed and clapped his hands once he was done, taking off the red stained gloves and throwing them away. He smiles faintly and pats my head, a look of pride in his eyes.

My eyes widen as the doctor leans in to hug me gently, whispering something in my ear that I have never heard before.

"I'm so proud of you." I couldn't hold back the overwhelming emotions that had been ignited by those simple words. As he pulls away, I reach out to keep him close to me, thinking that he'd leave me for good. Kyuseishu just smiles more and shakes his head, grabbing his clipboard before he walked out of the room.

"I am sorry, Mr. Kagami, but I have other patients. I would like to see you for coffee later, though. Please call me when you are feeling better," He turned and looked at me, bowing slightly, "It was a pleasure seeing you."

After that visit to the hospital, Aomine's dad always said goodbye to me whenever he left the house, just like what he does to his kids. Aomine's mom would ask me what I wanted for dinner every night and would usually make it. The two of them both knew my dad and had a lingering thought in the back of their heads ever since he told them that my mom was pregnant. I know this because they told me.

They told me once they found out that I was, in fact, Kagami Shijo's son. It was heartbreaking for them to find out that...he really went off the deep end. But the thing that was awful for me was when I told Aomine about what Kyuseishu had told me. The look in his eyes was enough to make a grown man cry. I thought I was, but I held my tears back.

That was 3 days ago. Today is a new day and yesterday was the past. That's at least what I want to believe.

"Oi, Taiga. We're gonna be late." I blink and nod, running after Aomine who was really far ahead of me. I wished that I would never have to do what I'm doing today. But, sadly, it has to be done. I have to go to court. I have to go up to the stand and tell the world what my dad has done. I have to prosecute him. I know I'll win. The evidence is so overwhelming. And with that said, I have to watch my dad go to prison where he will most likely be killed. It is a fact, that if you are in prison for doing something to a child, the inmates will kill you.

No matter what my dad has done, no matter how much I hate him, I don't want him to die. My true father is trapped in his body, connected to the half of him that did this to me. I may hate my dad, but I love my father.

"I'm coming! Wait up!"

I don't want his life to end this way. I don't want to put him through the same hell that I was put through because he couldn't help it. I want him to put up a fight. I want him to plead insanity. But I know he won't. He has too much pride, that other side of him. I just want my father to come back. I want him to be just like he was in high school. I want him to act the way he did before I was born. Too bad that I know this will never happen.

Sorry, bros for making this so...what's the word? Ah! Terrible. In all senses of the word. Lol. I know you don't wanna hear me rant and all, but thank you to those of you who like my story. It means a lot. As people say, not everyone is gonna like what you write, but I'm glad I got you guys. Thank you so much and have an amazing day.

~Sweet-Lemonade