K doesn't belong to me. It's property of the respective mangaka, GoRa and GoHands

I finally had the guts to start a KurohShiro fanfiction. MikotoxTotsuka is actually my top pairing but KurohShiro is my second pairing. I don't have the guts to write MikotoxTotsuka, sob.

Sorry if this chapter seemed a bit too rushed. I just want to make emphasis of Kuroh's past first. This is actually an AU high school fanfiction. I started it out with childhood to preschool first. xD The start will revolve around Kuroh first before it shifts to his relationship with Shiro and then Shiro's past. I hope I will be able to make a good story... ; n ;

Kuroh didn't know what a normal, happy family was. He never knew the bright shining love of a mother, nor the true strength of a father. Not even the playfulness of siblings or cousins and not even the obsessive adoration of relatives and grandparents. He didn't know blood-related family acted like that. He never had the good things but he learned to appreciate what was there and learned to live with it.

He had learned to appreciate the little things, even though he was mostly alone. His uncle, Miwa Ichigen, had died in a car accident. Being only thee years of age, Kuroh had no choice but to be taken in by his rightful guardians, his parents, to abide to the country's laws. They are the two people he was taken away from when he was born. He understood why in only a few days of observation.

Even if he was young, Kuroh saw the imperfections of his parents. It was quite obvious after all. His mother would drink, party until the wee hours of morning. She would return home only to pass out on the couch or sometimes, on the floor. His father would bring women home, something that had something to do with his job, he noticed. His father would spend huge amounts of money and because of that, had a lot of debts.

It was usual that both his parents would always fight in the day. They would yell at each other, even going to the point that they would beat each other up until one of them no longer was able to stand up until the next day. He didn't know why his parents wouldn't just leave and file for divorce. Or maybe just disappear so he could stay in an orphanage. He knew that he would be better in an orphanage.

And recently, he was getting involved in the fights of his parents. He didn't like it one bit but he didn't have a choice. The worst injuries he had gotten was a large bruise on his side and a wound on his head. Both were made by a strong kick made by his father's leg was dealt in both places. It didn't break his ribs or his head, thank god, but it was painful. His mother usually locks him up in his room when she was out. And that was often. He would starve until his father would feed him leftovers of what his women brought him. Some of them were spoiled though so he would suffer nights with a painful tummy.

No matter how much he begged for his mother or his father to let him out, his desperate words were paid no heed. He would cry, he would scream, he would call for help. No one helped him. Who would if they couldn't even hear him? Who would help a poor excuse for a child?

The only thing Kuroh loved about his parents was that they let him study. For him, it meant that his parents had hope for him to succeed. Even with the degrading words he always receive from them when he leaves for school, he goes to school and it was never seen on his face that he was devastated. It was never seen that he was suffering, that he was in pain.

'You're a useless son!', 'I wish you were never born!', 'You ruined everything!'. Those were the lovely words he often receives from his parents. It always manages to beat up his heart into a bloody pulp. It was painful, it hurt but he tried to be happy.

He was close to giving up on life but only the hope of finally being free from this realistic nightmare kept him going. He always reaches out to the light of being able to live a normal life if he did his best. But that hope, recently, had been close to diminishing. Everything hurt, he couldn't trust anyone, no one wanted to be his friend. Everyone was scared of him because of his clingy tendencies. He was only afraid to lose the things that made him happy, even if it was only a small amount of happiness.

Now he was in the playground, in the sand box, alone. Small hands laid in front of him, sand on his palms were allowed to slip through his fingers smoothly like wonderful and expensive silk. The other kids were on the grass, playing and chasing each other. The girls played jump rope, he observed, since the steps were in sync with a nursery rhyme about fantasies of handsome princes and love that was song by young voices. The laughter those children made had made his heart clench tightly in his chest. The wind blew past his face, the ebony and soft strands that touched his face and the silk stands that reached his back swayed along with the movement of nature and moved away from his face. His eyes were blue, bluer than the clear blue sky that day had, free of fluffy clouds that sometimes decorate the said sky. It was bright, despite the pain that was clouded behind it.

Kuroh didn't know what he had done to deserve this kind of treatment. He get high grades, he always received stars and praises from his teachers, he does what he was told to do efficiently. But he already knew why these things happen. Life was just plain cruel. No one is spared from life's rules.

"Kuroh Yatogami-kun, right?" Eyes that were lovelier than the ocean widened at the call of his name. It was a first time for him that his name was addressed with that kind of respect. And because of that, it was a foreign feeling that it scared him. He didn't know how to react. He was frozen, not moving at all.

"Heeey! Don't ignore me like that!" The unknown voice only grew louder and Kuroh only knew that the voice came from a kid of his age who now sat beside him. What he noticed first was the bright, large and citrus orange eyes that stared at his blue ones. Unlike his eyes, the eyes that stared at him was sparkling. He could even compare it to a night sky that was filled with brilliant stars. He blinked a few times and he was at lost for words.

"M-Me...?" Kuroh stuttered out, looking from one side to the other one. Then he looked back at the boy that looked at him and placed a finger to his own chest and pointed to himself. The unknown male only laughed, making the ravenette stiffen even more. Another one that was going to hurt him... He didn't want to be hurt-

"I don't see another person name Kuroh Yatogami, don't I?" The boy giggled happily then sat down in front of Kuroh. The ravenette narrowed his eyes, focusing on the other one. What he noticed next to the orange eyes was the white hair that stuck out in a messy fashion. Strands stuck out in awkward places but for some reason, it felt right there. The boy seemed a bit shorter than him but only by one or two inches.

Being near another person like this, it was making him feel warm inside. The other person didn't seem to care about the strange looks he was getting from their other classmates. Kuroh was still a bit wary though, and quite scared of the looks. What if the looks were enough to scare him away? He didn't want that to happen so he decided to speak.

"I guess I don't..." And for the first time, unconsciously, a smile graced his petite lips. The boy didn't run away so he continued, "What's your name?" After all, it was only fair for Kuroh to know the other's name since he knew his entire name.

The person thought for a while. When a long time, even if it was only a few seconds, passed, Kuroh nibbled on his plump bottom lip a little bit until the soft flesh was bruised slightly. He jumped a bit when the person decided to speak, surprising him and kicking him out of his rising fright of loneliness that seemed to die when he heard the person's voice.

"My name is Isana, Isana Yashiro! But you can call me Shiro, if you want." The person, now introduced as Shiro gave a bright smile. "I hope you don't mind me calling you Kuro, right? It's like that Othello game!"

Kuroh blinked a few times when Shiro grinned even more. Othello...? He didn't know what that was so he only stared at Shiro as if the boy grew another pair of arms. The boy blinked a few times in confusion.

"You don't... Know what Othello is?" Kuroh was hesitant with his answer but he decided to remain honest. He shook his head and his fear grew bigger when the other pouted. Did he upset him? His thought was shoved away when the other only giggled.

"Well, I can teach you how!" The ravenette was happy, his entire face beaming in excitement couldn't contain at all. But a hand was lifted to his face and he had no choice but to stare at it, dumbfound by the sudden action.

Kuroh wondered if Shiro changed his mind. He bit on his lip. Did that mean this act was only a lie...? That was cruel! He was near crying, his eyes quivering. But the hand was moved away, showing a genuine smile, making the ravenette hitch his breath, surprised by the words that came next.

"I will only teach you everything I know if you become my best friend." Kuroh couldn't ask for more. He could scream in joy if he wanted. He only grinned, soft crystalline tears dripping from his face. He was crying because of the joy of having a friend at last.

"Mm!"