Are they even my parents?

Darkness, my good old friend. I welcome you once more.

You know, I am feeling very depressed right now and when I said very—it's actually very super-duper ultra mega hyper depressing.

Firstly, I was tortured for a really no good reason for a whole 1000 years and now I am going off onto another world without my consent.

Sigh—!

Anyway…

It was at this moment that a speck of light arrived in this dark tunnel as it welcomes the shaft of brightness in my vision.

"Persist my dear."

I heard a soft whimper which made my ear twitch.

"Yeah, that's it. He is coming!!" As the voice fell, I felt someone jerking my body.

"Hahaha—!!"(Yeah, I'm cumming.)

Also, it should be written that I am the only person who laughed at his own words when they first arrived in this world.

7 years later.

From the above paragraph, you can see that it has been 7 years since I have been living in this world. So, let's do the basics, shall we?

Kurayami. Raiden Kurayami.

It's the name my parents gave me.

Sounds pretty dark, right?

Well… it actually means darkness.

Perhaps my parents named me as such because you know what, the society of this world has a fancy appetite to name their children with their hair colour.

Yeah, How absurd!!

My parents who have their hair white, have their names Shiro and Rina, I, on the other hand, have my hair and eyes entirely black but fortunately, I am still white-skinned.

No offence but I prefer white skin. It is just my preferences, so, don't question my taste.

In my new life, I wished to live a listless life—Completely carefree without a care of anything in the world and I must say that my life is wasting very smoothly. Hmmmmmm.

Until…

That one cursed day, the problem itself knocked its step at my door.

Looking back on that day, I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh like a maniac.

'I cannot have one thing according to my wish, can I?'

——Flashback to my last HBD——

Smooch~

"Ahaha~ Baby, I'm at my limit."

"Hold on, I am also at my wit's end."

Oops~

Wrong room. I mean, the wrong memory.

"Happy Birthday~"

Yep. That's the one.

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"Ayami-Chan, make your wish."

My mother urged me while kissing my cheeks. I looked down at the cake which was yet to be cut.

There, I noticed that all the candles were taken off before I could even realize it.

Knowing what kind of people my parents are, I could only give a deep sigh in my heart as I thought it would be a lot more stress-free if it was my neighbour from the other door who was celebrating this party with me instead of my parents.

"I wish you guys would just di--"

But before I could finish my words, I felt someone's palm strongly holding my head as I could see the hole of the cake reaching very close. So close that it was dark again.

"It's not a birthday if there isn't a cake smash. Hahaha."

My old man barked out while gliding my face here and there on the cake.

"Oh, Shiro-Kun, go easy on our son, You just messed up his beautiful hair. Eh? Where did your hairpin get lost, my dear? Hmph, now, I have to comb your hair over again."

My mom glared daggers at my father as she started to fix my hair with a new hairpin which only she knows how she got.

'Well, what can you expect from a woman who prefers to call her son, Ayami.'

"S-sorry, my love." My father apologised timidly before swiftly retracting away from here.

'Shouldn't you be sorry for me? What if I sniffed the cake inside and died?'

I could just roll my eyes at this duo who were weird.

I know, hearing me calling someone weird is already weird enough but there are many instances that made me come to that conclusion.

But that's the story for another what if, so…

Let's just open my gift and get the hell out of here.

And as if my whisper were heard by heaven, soon enough, Shiro aka my father who left the room returns, bringing a square box wrapped with whatever that is called and puts it in front of me.

I was about to open the gift when my dad took the box over his head before giving me a smug.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"You are the best, dad."

The words sounded a bit grumpy coming from my mouth to which my father just stroked my head as he felt proud for no reason whatsoever.

Scratch—!

I opened the box and as soon as I did, goosebumps crept over me as I saw an egg-shaped object covered with red leather along with black stripes thoroughly circling the object.

I swear to god I saw its imaginary eyes winking at me. It was as if that thing was craving this whole time just to meet me.

Unconsciously, stomping out of the chair, I pointed my shaking fingers at the object.

I didn't want to admit it but I was scared.

"What is that?"

"What do you mean 'that'? That's your present. It's called basketball, my son."

"How dense of you, Shiro. Of course, he knows that. He is just very excited because he got what he yearned for. Look at his finger shaking. How cute!"

Are you people really out of your mind? It's the last thing I want to ever see in my life.

That thing is the cause of my suffering which I never wanted to remember ever again.

Woah god! I cannot believe I have built up trauma for basketball. Help me, I need a doctor.

"I don't want it. Throw it away immediately!" I said before I took off for my room in a haste, leaving my bizarre parents completely speechless.

How childish of me. To run away from parents just because of a single ball.

Later that night, my parents visited me to ask what was the matter and I came out with the truth saying I am afraid of basketball.

Well, I wasn't really but it's a good excuse for me to never touch it, right?

At least, I will save my listless life.

My parents told me it would be fine and slept me in bed before going to their room.

I might say this when I am given a chance but it was the first time after my rebirth I realized how much my parents are dear to me and love me very much. I didn't think, I would be loved like this by someone. That was the first day in this world when I genuinely smiled.

I also felt sorry for all the ridicule I made this whole year about them but alas…

I have to think about it once more.

—Present time or Reality—

"Why are we changing our neighbours?"

I asked my parents who were arranging all our house stuff to the truck.

Yeah, we are moving out.

"What do you mean why? It's because of your problem, right Rina-San?" My father said as he finally carried down the big crates of the cup in its place.

"Yeah, so don't worry. Everything is for you, my son." My mom who was arrogantly bossing around my father also joined the chatbox.

"How so?"

I didn't even know till now that there is a problem in me that requires all of us to move out.

Wait… don't tell me this house is haunted and I am possessed? Come to think of it, is my past life a ghost that is hounding me to take over my body?

Uh… No way.

"Well, didn't you say, you are afraid of basketball or something like that on your last birthday?"

Pleating her dishevelled hair behind the ear, my mother made me recall back to what happened on my birthday.

"Yeah. And?"

"So, we are moving to a neighbourhood where children of your ages love to play basketball. In that way, not only will you make new friends but also overcome your fear of basketball. Your dad is really a genius to come up with this idea."

With that little praise, my old man couldn't help but chuckle as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"What can I say, since it is for our child. Surely, as the head of the family, I have to do something for you. Here, lead me to your ear, son." He trailed off before speaking in a serious voice, "We know you hate basketball for some reason that you don't want to tell us but never mention these things to others. They will think you are a social outcast and won't talk to you ever. Quickly overcome your fear and become a basketball player, okay?"

He patted my head and was about to leave when he appeared to have something more to say.

"Oh, on a brighter note, if you want to get popular among girls older than you, you should be really great at basketball. That's how your mother fell for me and… now I'm regretting it."

With that word, sure enough, a meteorite strikes my father's head, crushing him to the ground simply… miserably.

The one responsible for that strike was blushing with an angry face. It was unknown if she was blushing because of embarrassment or just pure anger.

I walked near my father to see if he is alright. After all, I am his blood.

However, my mother, who was not done yet, dragged my father inside the empty house to do something I don't want to talk about.

Ugh…

This parent of mine… won't let me live in peace, will they?

But little did I know that this was only the starting point of the bigger troubles that were about to inevitably destroy my listless life.

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