Morning. The sound of trashing around, talking and laughing. He hated that. Can't they just remain silent? A classroom, full of students with a teacher by the board. Nobody focuses on lessons, well who would? It's just History. At one of the farthest benches laying was rather a big figure. His hands were used as pillows for his forehead. His dark, black, shoulder-length hair was streaming over his arms, to meet with a wooden desk. When he raised his head, just so he could see how much time was left until that circus would end. There was a flash of green, really intensely green, in his eyes. Rather in tired, and irritated by their surroundings, way they would now look forward focusing on one point.

Great, 10 minutes left. He yet again lies down, closing his eyes, rather than hugging his crossed under his body arms. Hearing some talking just by his ear, curiously hit him, forcing him into careful listening. With the contour of his eye, he noticed to who these voices belonged. His student female classmates yet again were staring at him, talking with each other by whispering, and giggling occasionally. For fucking sake, again? He turned himself, his arms moved, and his head was directed in another direction that he was turned to them by back. He could hear some sounds of despair. He loved these.

Even so, he felt tiredness over his eyes, he grew tired of that position. His head yet again raised, just that it was laying onto his arms, supporting it. He focused on the board. Some names of people, places, and year date he didn't know, and he didn't need to know. He hated history. Why would he know the past, since it's already happened? He never cared actually about traditions or cultures, he even never celebrated holidays. Why then he would need information about why we're celebrating yet another celebration day, just so people had free time day. Isn't that just big waste of time?

His torture ended with the sound of the majestic bell. He immediately, like he just drank 4 cups of coffee, stands upright already with his backpack held by one of his shoulders. Then, he rushed towards the doors with a slight "Goodbye.". Corridor has always been a noisy place, but even so, for him, it was just louder than usual. People would wave at him, girls would blink at him at which he just had an instinctive manner of rolling his eyes. He hated that popularity. But, he on his causes that. He looked rather handsome, at last, that is what girls would remind him of all the time. He had lightly tanned skin, and his hairs were down, hooked up by the back of his head a little so they wouldn't get into his eyes. He was wide and tall. His fault. He trained almost his whole life, but that wasn't his free will if he had to be honest. As other people would be happy about that kind of situation where girls would just rush onto him, he wasn't. He just never met a girl to his taste.

Just then he noticed him, immediately turning away rapidly as he saw a ghost. Even so, he knew there is nothing that would save him from him. The big, muscular arm found its way through his back. His neck was encircled, and with force bent him down. He looked at its owner noticing his curly, short red hair, with brown mocking eyes. "Tob! You thought you would just leave me like that?!" He pushed his arm from his back, looking rather irritated by said boy's presence.

"Didn't I said you already to not call me Tob?"

"Then how?"

"Like everyone fucking else!"

"Okay, then Night Fury!"

"No."

"Black demon!"

"I fucking hate you."

"And my all-time favorite! The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself!"

"Just call me Toothless, or Tobias. Like fucking everyone else James."

"But, I'm the special person for you! I should have something JUST for you."

He couldn't help, but facepalm at seeing his way of showing off just before his eyes. Even so, he would never give him satisfaction, James, or rather Hookfang, was a close person to him, like a brother. But, despite it, it truly was a brotherhood relation, like two nonstop arguing brothers. They were likely rivals, their favorite activity of all the time, at least for Hookfang nonetheless, was making each other as irritated and uncomfortable as possible. Just like him, Hookfang probably was a handsome guy. He wouldn't call him that, but that was what he was. He had this curly hair and that sharp eyes. Despite his sickness and vitiligo, one of his eyes and mouth was rather giving him only more handsomeness. Still, he would never in fucking world give him the satisfaction of that.

"You're going today on training?"

"Unfortunately... with you somewhere around."

"Don't be like that Toothless. You have a chance to spend time with one of the greatest! Players! In history!"

"Okay. Cool. Where he is?" He smirked at him victoriously, and his said company just could now tighten his teeth in annoyance. "Besides if you were that greatest of all the time, why you do not captain?" He still smirked, but now focused his sight on him, rather obviously knowing already answer.

"You just got lucky, Cloudjumper likes you. Fuck you!"

The bell ending break just rang. Both boys, despite it, the that they aren't together in the same class, Tobias thought about it and might change it in a bit, turned around, and went their way. By his way, he just waved to James slightly and murmured weakly "See you." Just by the next class he yet again lies down by the bench. Fucking English. Why the fuck would I even learn myself language I already know! With that thought, he stayed motionless, already bored of the passing lesson.

The cold hit him in the nose, it for sure was now already bright red. As always his pads were too tight, then also his helmet. His legs already were giving up after something like 1 hour of murder training. He wanted just to take a break, but then he was captain, and he had to give others examples. Another great piece of advice, or rather lie, from gold-hearted Cloudjumper.

"Hurry up Sleuther! You won't even get to the gateway in time! Speed up!" A harsh voice from outside started yelling at top of its lungs. He shouldn't be bothered by it, but then he knew it was his partner to whom he yelled, and then he knew he should be ready for his next move. Just like him, he swiftly moved towards the gate, ready for every move of his. When said Sleuthed was sure of that, he swung with his stick, pushing a little black disc towards him. Tobias stood at his ice skates, balancing himself. While it was a good distance, with the same swing, he pushed said disc just to perfectly land into the goal. Hockey.

The sound of a whistle surrounded the whole hall and rink they found themselves in. He turned in that direction, breathing tiredly. "Break guys!" He pushed himself forward, occasionally bumping fists into his mates after a good play. He stood by the barrier, almost laying on it. Next to him, there was an impact into it, he already knew whose would be. "Before ranked -- I think he's becoming -- only worse." James breathed loudly, stopping by time in his sentence when he had to breathe.

"I think you're overreacting a little, he's always been like that." He took out his helmet, showing a few drops of sweat on his face, a red nose from coldness, and his now messy hair which was earlier a high ponytail, now a low one.

"Oh, you think I do?!" When James took off his, Tobias couldn't help, but smirk irritatedly at him. Opposite him, his whole face was red, sweat streaming his whole face. His perfect hair wasn't now that perfect at all. Did his eyelashes get sweaty as well?!

Without any warning, by his other side, someone tried full speed to bump into the barrier, eventually ending up outside it. Whoever that was, he knew already, forgot that the barrier has its height limits. The person collapsed onto the ground outside the rink painfully, but was awake, because of which nobody hurried to help but to laugh. Toothless as well couldn't help himself, but snort at him. "So funny guys. Let's just laugh about laying. You have to dig in it?!"

Just by James's other side, a blond-haired boy, with brown shining eyes, stood. "No wonder Belch, even I wouldn't be so stupid to just fast up onto the barrier."

The laying figure sat up, his blond hair visible now. Twins nonetheless. "And thinking you were mine ally, Barf."

In the place where Belch was supposed to stand now, by his side, this time another figure made its way to them. Under the helmet, there were tips of little brown hair, and brown eyes looked intensely at them. "Great job captain." He fist bumped him, Tobias in exchange looked at him little annoyed, but thankfully.

"Don't call me captain, Sleuther."

"Okay. Toothless, nice shot out here." He then turned away and left towards others. Seems that he just wanted to ingratiate himself. He sighed at it.

"When did he stops being such snuggly to me? It's started getting annoying."

"Well, he still trying to make over that argument for years now," James answered him, just as him looking in direction of the said boy.

"I'm not saying that I don't appreciate that. But, it's all over now. He apologized, but I wasn't such happy about it because it was years later after the incident, he apologized again, and I forgave him. He should chill now."

"I think he's just being nice. Just ignore it if it's causing you such a problem." Tobias rolled his eyes, as he as always was emphasizing his lack of understanding towards others. "Anyway, after training I'll go after Stormfly. Meatlug asked if you could drive her."

Tobias turned to him like he didn't understand the whole question. "You're talking to me?"

"Yeah, to who else?" He pointed at both twins already in their world. While trying to help his brother to stand up from the floor he accidentally, especially let go of him making him fall onto the ground hard. Fucking idiots. Why do I even hang around them? By the second attempt laying brother pulled him that hard he as well ended outside the barrier, facing straight towards the ground. Tobias couldn't help, but snort and giggle alike. Oh yeah, that's why. "So, will you take her?"

"I still don't know damn fuck what are you talking about."

"Party! About what else? Bianca is making one."

"You just said most 2 things I'm hating in this world most. Party and Bianca."

"Tobias stop moaning about her, I beg you."

"I'll when everyone understands that between us never is going to be something more."

"I don't understand. The girl is flirting with you, yet you act like she didn't even exist. That's cold, even for you."

"It's not exactly like that. You know what it looks like in my shoes?" He turned to him, so he would understand his situation better. James looked at him curiously. "At first she is starting to flirt with me, she is pretty, and she seems fine, so why not. When I return it, she requires from me things from space! I should spend time only with her, I won't have any free time for myself, a boy should spoil his girlfriend. Do you still wonder about that now!?"

"Fine. Then, why not about the party? It's going to be fun. You're now nonstop only working. How old are you? 40?!"

"I'm trying to save money for my college. Besides, I'm lacking it after buying that car."

"Bullshit. You still have the year for that, even so, I know your salary, you're fucking rich for sure man."

"Even so, it's not like I just can quit such a good job. Parties are just a waste of time."

"Isn't it remote work? As a freelancer? C'mon! Make it tomorrow!"

"First of all, despite it, I still must check a few things in town before it, so it's not such remote. Second why tomorrow, when I can today and avoid unnecessary parties?"

"You're overworking. And you know that. Stop living such a life, before it all will just go before your eyes! Don't you want actually to live? Have a family?"

At that question Tobias remained still, thinking it through hardly. James knew the theme of family was hard for him, but even so, he shouldn't just ignore it. That boy is going to overwork himself to death. There was yet again another sound of the whistle. "Break is over! Don't be lazy, we didn't finish training ladies, on ice!" Tobias pushed himself from the barrier, James tried calling for him, but he didn't even turn to him. It's getting only worse. There must be a way, to show him there is something more in life.

The sound of keys opening the door surrounded the whole flat. Just then, through them, Tobias, already sweaty and tired, entered. He took off his jacket and hang it, but after a mere second, it crashed towards the ground. He would take care of it, but he was too exhausted for that. He went towards his couch and instantly threw himself onto it. His face met a cozy material, rocking him slowly into needed rest. He was laying on his stomach first. There was a raising of his back, up and down, showing his deep breathing. Despite his young age, the flat remained empty. No parents. No siblings. Just him. Why was that?

He was an orphan. Since born actually. His mother died during labor. It was told that there was a big chance of her death even before it, she could save herself by abortion, but she didn't. She saved him. That was the bravest thing mother would be made for a child. He was proud to be her son. About his father, he died just 2 weeks later. Unfortunately, he was diagnosed with cancer. Low chances of survival. Despite it, in opposition to spending these last days with joy, he searched for a new home for himself. His last tries remained useless, as he wasn't able to achieve his goal. Tobias was sent straight to the orphanage.

Life there was terrible and brutal. You had to fight to survive, he learned that rule from the earliest years of childhood. He also learned that people are cruel. Even adults, especially adults. He learned that for money, they were able to do anything. It's vicious to show kids such life, but then he learned there ain't any other path. Everyone around always keeps thinking only about themselves. In every theme. Carrier, achievements, relations. Truth is, in those times even love is a painful lie. Everybody picks themselves a pair, not by feelings, but by thoughts. They would pick that way, everyone would talk about them in a good way. They keep looking at the opinions of others, forgetting about their own.

Tobias took his face off the couch and turned it in the direction in which there was a visible whole flat. It wasn't much big, rather small, but not exactly. The kitchen was connected to the living room. In here, windows were rather huge, yet he wasn't frightened to view them, he loved heights. From them, he could take notice of the whole city. He had rather a small bathroom, really small. There was just a sink, toilet, and bath with shower. There was a door leading to his room. It had a double bed, which he owned with buying flat, desk, wardrobe, and few shelves, at which random items stood.

It wasn't the best, but it was enough for him. If he had to be honest, it was the best he ever owned in his life. He focused his vision on the farthest part of the living room, there was a TV over which had placed yet other shelves. One of them had photography. Photography of his parents. He focused his sight on it. They looked so young back then. He was sure, they weren't supposed to be a small family. He didn't know why, he just felt.

His father was most similar to him, the only difference was in their hair. Opposite of him, he wasn't much muscled, but much from his face, he got after him. He wore back then jacked Tobias still own and still wears. He had brown hair which was rather an elegant cut, his eyes were dark green, and his smile wasn't bright, but enough bright to show his happiness by making a foto. Tobias imagined that he probably was a busy man, a responsible one for sure. He held a shorter from him a woman to his side, his mother, by the way, he embraced her, he could tell that indeed he loved her much. Thomas Night.

His mother wasn't short but compared to his father shorter. That was probably because he was just tall. She wasn't fat, but in the same way, she wasn't skinny. She was just healthy. She had this long black hair falling onto her shoulders, which for sure he got after her. Her eyes were intensely green just like his, opposite to her husband she showed a bright beautiful smile. She looked so happy then. She was probably optimistic since she risked her life for a child, she must be confident and stubborn. He probably got most of her character. Maybe, except optimistic. Violetta Night.

He worked his whole life just to make them proud. Then, he didn't feel proud of the things he made. He tried protecting innocents. He tried fighting for himself. He tried working hard to achieve the greatest. But then, he didn't feel proud. He felt like a fraud. He didn't feel worth the surname he had. Night. They on their own at a young age created a family, then he knew he wouldn't. He never felt in love. He never felt care towards another. He wanted to feel that way.

Eventually, he stood up, looking at the clock by the wall. About 2 hours to work. Not bad. He went towards things he left just before going straight to training. The backpack was rather in a bad state, but he didn't feel the need of changing that. Even so, there were things he wanted to change in the school's rules, he had responsibilities. Homework. He wasn't a bad student, the opposite. In some themes, he would be probably called one of the bests. He went towards his room, sat by the desk, and did everything his parents made him do. They didn't have to be here, he felt they are observing. And that was enough for now.

The weather happened to be terrible now. Thick raindrops fall from the sky, and the sound of a storm surrounded it. Even in such a hard situation, he still had work to do. Within father jacked an umbrella over his head, he left the building which was his flat. Immediately he rushed towards his parked car, sitting inside he tried to start the vehicle. He pushed his keys into the lock in a way to start the working engine. "Fuck." He whispered to himself, as he took notice there wasn't any way of starting it soon. He didn't have time for that.

He analyzed what exactly way he had towards place work. 30 minutes, but then he could just take a shortcut... With that thought, he stood outside the car, leaving it at the parking park. With rather fast steps he walked forward, holding tightly to his umbrella, having eyes focused on his surroundings. He turned into his shortcut, a dangerous street. He didn't like it at all, still, it was the fastest way towards the city center.

His breath was calm, one hand-held umbrella, while another one was in his pocket like it was holding something. He knew, in such places like these if you're not able to remain calm if you show your fright, it's just a mere of time before someone would attack. There might be robbers, frauds, and maybe even gang members who just waited for someone who would show their weak side, taking advantage of it. He wouldn't let them.

Looking around, fortunately, there wasn't anyone. Probably, because of the rain. He thought about work, wondering if he is going to be late yet again, then he remembered James from earlier. Don't you want actually to live? Have family? That was the troublemaking question for him. He wanted to have a family, but then how to love somebody... when you don't even love yourself. He couldn't imagine himself with a wife, with a child, he just couldn't. It was for him like the biggest secret of the universe, like he tried to imagine a new color or something.

His life always focused on survival, then how could he focus on living indeed? He was 18 for fucking sake! From time to time, the truth was he felt saddened, depressed, and lonely. Even so, he had that bunch of friends, Hookfang, twins, Stormfly, Meatlug, it just wasn't enough for him. They were indeed his friends, he knew that. Then, he knew he wouldn't talk with them about everything. Yes, he knew they would help him no matter what, but it didn't feel the same.

He was lacking family, someone he would love, and care about. Someone who would give him a reason to live for. Someone to who he could finally smile brightly, not being scared that he would be used by them. He was tired of that loneliness, he bring upon himself. Maybe, he could reason that by terrible childhood, still, he wasn't much bothered to change something.

Maybe, in the future, something would change. Maybe, in the future, he would be better. Maybe, in the future, he could love someone. They were thoughts, which kept him in line of total despair. He knew, when he would lose these hopes, he would become just like an emotionless robot. Right now, his life is focused on keeping him alive. Sleeping, eating, working, repeat. He fell into a routine, which he didn't like. Life wasn't just that, there must be something else, right?

The thick rain crushing him woke him up from his thoughts. He forgot even that he was still surrounded by dangerous people, maybe he couldn't see them, doesn't mean they don't see him. It was getting worse weather, and the wind was now hurting his ears, but even so, he didn't stop but started getting faster. By the time he was now almost running, he stopped suddenly, almost tripping himself. What was that noise?

He looked around like he wanted to check if he heard that. Surrounding him were just wet buildings and something that catch his eyesight, an alley. It was dark, terrible dark. He couldn't much see in there, just a few trash dumpsters. He shook his head, trying to get rid of feeling something was there indeed. He turned himself, yet again continuing onto his way, but then he yet again heard that. His eyes went wide from sudden surprise, the sound was coming directly from the alley. He stared at it stunned, from that state waking him up with yet another sound of it. Cry of a baby.