He was tired of running.He was tire

He was tired of running.

He was tired of the constant kicking and screaming that he had to do whenever someone new came to take him away.

He was tired of always moving around, never staying at the same place for more than a month.

And he was tired, oh so tired of not being wanted, and of his so-called "families" treating him like a mental patient.

In time, he stopped caring, which is a sad thing to do at the tender age of eight. He didn't understand much then, only knew that people didn't really want him. So he moved from foster home to foster home, never really settling in and growing attached to anything. People didn't really notice him—whenever they did think of him (which admittedly, wasn't very often), it was only as the poor, sweet kid whose parents died when he was little, and who didn't have a home.

Poor little Midorikawa Ryuuji.

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It was a lady this time, one with long, dark blue hair that swung as she walked. She looked nicer than the other ones— amiable, Ryuuji thought the word was—but he knew she was here to take him away again. She'd probably drag him off to another one of those high-society families who couldn't care less about him and were only doing it for their image.

She stopped in front of the bench he was sitting on, and smiled at him. He glared sullenly back.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?"

Ryuuji looked up in surprise. Usually, the social workers just did whatever they want. He scooted over all the same, and the lady plopped down beside him, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. For some reason, Ryuuji found the action funny, and showed so by giggling. The lady looked at him with interest, smiling a little. Realizing his mistake, Ryuuji settled back into the bench, staring aimlessly off into space once more.

"Nice weather we're having."

He looked at her in amazement. Was she really making conversation about the weather? It wasn't even all that nice. The man with the oily hair on the television had said that there would be rain later that afternoon, and the sky was already turning gray.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You're here to take me away again," he answered softly. He wasn't sure what exactly it was about this lady, but she seemed like someone he could trust, which was the main reason as to why he spoke to her in the first place.

The lady nodded. "How does it feel to be out of the system, Midorikawa-kun?"

He looked at her in bewilderment. "What system?"

"The foster system."

"I was in a foster system? What's a foster system?"

"It's why you were moved around so much in the first place, Midorikawa-kun. The foster system helps you find a new home, but since you never really settled even after so many foster homes, you've been moved to the orphanage. My orphanage."

"An orphanage?"

"You'll be put up for adoption—"

"Adoption?"

"Yes, it's when prospective parents come and see if they want to take you into their family."

"Prospective?"

"It means potential."

"Oh."

"Yep."

They fell silent, having run out of things to talk about. Ryuuji swung his short legs, fiddling with the hem of his shorts.

"I'm sorry, but I don't quite recall your name," Ryuuji said, glancing up at the lady through his apple-green bangs.

The lady looked at him, eyes wide in pleasant surprise. "You wouldn't—I didn't give it." Ryuuji waited. "It's Hitomiko. Kira Hitomiko. I run an orphanage called Sun Garden, the one you'll be living in. It's a nice place—there'll be lots of kids there to keep you company, and while it does get a little noisy at times, it's all good fun." She paused for a while. "You'd like it there, I think. Most of the kids do. It's the closest thing to home they have, and the kids there are the closest things to siblings that they have ever known." Ryuuji nodded at her words, and silence enveloped them once more. Over the mountains, the sun was setting on the Steel Tower Plaza of Inazuma Town.

"It's late," Hitomiko said. "Shall we go to the orphanage now? Dinner should be ready soon." She stood up, dusted off her trousers and held out a hand to him with a warm smile.

Ryuuji took it with his first genuine smile in a long time.

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Nagumo had thought he was a girl at first, and Suzuno had concurred. Even Yagami-chan had commented on it. His ponytail, wide eyes and shy smile did give most people that impression. But there was something about him that made Hiroto want to get to know him. And soon, he was presented with that exact opportunity.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Midorikawa asked in his soft, lilting voice. "Everywhere else is full." He gestured towards the rest of the room. Most of the orphans were crowded around the coffee table and the TV, and the ones who were lucky enough to snag a seat at the couch were sprawled across comfortably. Only Hiroto was alone in his little nook—close enough to be able to see the TV screen, but far away enough for him not to be bothered by the others. It wasn't that he didn't want to be friends exactly, but he found it easier to be alone than with others. For some reason though, Midorikawa didn't really bother him, so he shifted to one side to allow Midorikawa some space.

"Thanks," Midorikawa smiled and sat down next to him.

Hiroto shook his head and smiled back. "It's no trouble. My name's Kiyama Hiroto, by the way. Just Hiroto is fine though. I'm nine." He extended his right hand toward Midorikawa.

"It's nice to meet you, Hiroto. I'm eight. How long have you been here?"

"I've been here ever since I could remember. Hitomiko-nee-san tells me that my real parents died in a car crash when I was only two. But it's okay; I don't miss 'em much. After all, I have Father."

"Father?"

"Yeah. He's Hitomiko-nee-san's father really, but he owns this place and he visits every weekend. It's always fun when he visits, because he brings all sorts of presents and stuff, and we play soccer together!" Hiroto cried, throwing his hands in the air in excitement.

Midorikawa looked at him, confused. "What's soccer like?" Hiroto looked at him in obvious shock. "You don't know what soccer is? It's the best sport there is in the universe! It's super fun! Tomorrow, I'm taking you out to the garden and I'll teach you soccer. You have to know it. It's just wrong not to!" Hiroto crossed his arms, visibly determined to hammer Midorikawa into a soccer-loving boy like himself.

Midorikawa smiled sweetly at him. "Really? You'll teach me?"

Hiroto puffed up his chest. "Of course! Cross my heart. Now do we have a deal or not?" he asked, sticking out his pinky finger. Midorikawa immediately hooked it around his, and shook it vigorously. For some reason, both boys found that mere action hysterical, and collapsed into giggles.

"Wait, Hiroto…"

Hiroto brushed the vermillion red bang out of his face. "What's wrong, Midorikawa?"

"Does that make us friends?" he asked softly, looking at Hiroto hopefully.

Said redhead tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Nope." He giggled a little at Midorikawa's crestfallen look. "Playing soccer makes us best friends, silly!"

And that is the story of how Midorikawa Ryuuji found his home in his best friend, Kiyama Hiroto.

Author's Note: Bleargh. That was such a lame ending. And the title was terrible, and so is the summary. Why am I so hopeless /sobs/

But anyways, review! Tell me what you think about this, and I'll give you a cookie(: No, not really, but seriously. Review. Flames will be given to Burn to further evolve Atomic Flare.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Dia adalah lelah berjalan.Dia adalah lelah konstan menendang dan menjerit sehingga ia harus lakukan setiap kali seseorang baru datang untuk membawanya pergi.Dia adalah lelah selalu bergerak di sekitar, tidak pernah tinggal di tempat yang sama selama lebih dari sebulan.Dan dia adalah lelah, oh begitu lelah tidak diinginkan, dan nya disebut "keluarga" memperlakukan dia seperti mental pasien.Dalam waktu, ia berhenti peduli, yang merupakan hal yang menyedihkan untuk dilakukan pada usia delapan. Dia tidak mengerti banyak itu, hanya tahu bahwa orang tidak benar-benar ingin dia. Jadi dia pindah dari rumah orangtua asuh untuk membina rumah, pernah benar-benar menetap di dan tumbuh melekat pada apa-apa. Orang tidak benar-benar melihat dia — setiap kali mereka melakukan berpikir dia (yang diakui, tidak sangat sering), itu hanya sebagai anak-anak miskin, manis yang orang tuanya meninggal ketika ia masih kecil, dan yang tidak memiliki rumah.Miskin kecil Midorikawa Ryuuji.XxXxXxXxXxXInazumaElevenXxXx XxXxXxXItu adalah seorang wanita saat ini, satu dengan panjang, gelap rambut biru yang berayun saat dia berjalan. Dia tampak lebih bagus daripada yang lain-ramah, Ryuuji pikir kata — tapi ia tahu bahwa ia berada di sini untuk membawanya pergi lagi. Dia mungkin akan menyeretnya untuk salah satu dari keluarga-keluarga masyarakat tinggi yang tidak peduli tentang dia dan hanya melakukan hal itu untuk citra mereka.Dia berhenti di depan bangku ia sedang duduk di, dan tersenyum padanya. Dia melotot, sullenly kembali."Apakah Anda keberatan jika aku duduk di sebelah Anda?"Ryuuji mendongak di surprise. Biasanya, pekerja sosial hanya melakukan apapun yang mereka inginkan. Ia scooted semua sama, dan wanita menjatuhkan sampingnya, meniup helai rambut dari wajahnya. Untuk beberapa alasan, Ryuuji menemukan tindakan lucu, dan menunjukkan begitu oleh cekikikan. Wanita memandangnya dengan bunga, tersenyum sedikit. Menyadari kesalahannya, Ryuuji menetap kembali ke bangku, menatap tanpa tujuan keluar ke ruang sekali lagi."Cuaca yang bagus kita memiliki."Dia memandang dengan takjub. Dia benar-benar membuat percakapan tentang cuaca? Itu tidak bahkan semua yang bagus. Laki-laki dengan rambut berminyak di televisi telah mengatakan bahwa akan ada hujan sore itu, dan langit sudah berubah abu-abu."Apakah Anda tahu siapa saya?""Kau di sini untuk mengambil saya lagi," Dia menjawab lembut. Ia tidak yakin apa yang sebenarnya adalah tentang wanita ini, tetapi dia tampak seperti seseorang yang dia bisa percaya, yang merupakan alasan utama mengapa ia berbicara kepadanya di tempat pertama.Wanita mengangguk. "Bagaimana rasanya untuk keluar dari sistem, Midorikawa-kun?"Dia memandang dengan bingung. "Sistem apa?""Sistem angkat.""Aku sedang dalam sistem angkat? Apa itu sistem angkat?""Itu mengapa Anda pindah sekitar begitu banyak di tempat pertama, Midorikawa-kun. Sistem angkat membantu Anda menemukan rumah baru, tetapi karena Anda tidak pernah benar-benar diselesaikan bahkan setelah begitu banyak angkat rumah, Anda telah pindah ke panti asuhan. Asuhan saya.""Sebuah panti asuhan?""Anda akan disiapkan untuk adopsi —""Adopsi?""Ya, itu adalah ketika calon orang tua datang dan melihat jika mereka ingin membawa Anda ke dalam keluarga mereka.""Calon?""Itu berarti potensi.""Oh.""Ya."Mereka jatuh diam, memiliki kehabisan hal untuk dibicarakan. Ryuuji mengayunkan kaki pendek, mengutak-atik kelim celana pendek."Saya minta maaf, tapi saya cukup tidak ingat nama Anda," Ryuuji berkata, melirik wanita melalui poni hijau apel nya.Wanita melihat dia, mata lebar di kejutan menyenangkan. "Tidak-saya tidak memberikannya." Ryuuji menunggu. "Ini adalah Hitomiko. Kira Hitomiko. Saya menjalankan sebuah panti asuhan yang disebut taman berjemur, yang Anda akan tinggal di. Ini adalah tempat yang bagus-akan ada banyak anak-anak tidak untuk menjaga perusahaan Anda, dan sementara itu mendapatkan sedikit bising di kali, itu semua menyenangkan. " Dia berhenti untuk sementara. "Anda ingin itu ada, saya pikir. Sebagian besar anak-anak lakukan. Ini adalah hal yang paling dekat ke rumah mereka, dan anak-anak tidak adalah hal yang paling dekat kepada saudara-saudara yang mereka pernah dikenal." Ryuuji mengangguk pada perkataannya, dan keheningan ditutupi mereka sekali lagi. Pegunungan, matahari terbenam di kota Steel Tower Plaza Inazuma."Sudah terlambat," kata Hitomiko. "Apakah kita pergi ke panti asuhan sekarang? Makan malam harus siap segera." Dia berdiri, membersihkan off celana nya dan mengulurkan tangan kepadanya dengan senyum hangat.Ryuuji membawanya dengan senyumnya asli pertama dalam waktu yang lama.XxXxXxXxXxXInazumaElevenXxXx XxXxXxXNagumo had thought he was a girl at first, and Suzuno had concurred. Even Yagami-chan had commented on it. His ponytail, wide eyes and shy smile did give most people that impression. But there was something about him that made Hiroto want to get to know him. And soon, he was presented with that exact opportunity."Do you mind if I sit here?" Midorikawa asked in his soft, lilting voice. "Everywhere else is full." He gestured towards the rest of the room. Most of the orphans were crowded around the coffee table and the TV, and the ones who were lucky enough to snag a seat at the couch were sprawled across comfortably. Only Hiroto was alone in his little nook—close enough to be able to see the TV screen, but far away enough for him not to be bothered by the others. It wasn't that he didn't want to be friends exactly, but he found it easier to be alone than with others. For some reason though, Midorikawa didn't really bother him, so he shifted to one side to allow Midorikawa some space."Thanks," Midorikawa smiled and sat down next to him.Hiroto shook his head and smiled back. "It's no trouble. My name's Kiyama Hiroto, by the way. Just Hiroto is fine though. I'm nine." He extended his right hand toward Midorikawa."It's nice to meet you, Hiroto. I'm eight. How long have you been here?""I've been here ever since I could remember. Hitomiko-nee-san tells me that my real parents died in a car crash when I was only two. But it's okay; I don't miss 'em much. After all, I have Father.""Father?""Yeah. He's Hitomiko-nee-san's father really, but he owns this place and he visits every weekend. It's always fun when he visits, because he brings all sorts of presents and stuff, and we play soccer together!" Hiroto cried, throwing his hands in the air in excitement.Midorikawa looked at him, confused. "What's soccer like?" Hiroto looked at him in obvious shock. "You don't know what soccer is? It's the best sport there is in the universe! It's super fun! Tomorrow, I'm taking you out to the garden and I'll teach you soccer. You have to know it. It's just wrong not to!" Hiroto crossed his arms, visibly determined to hammer Midorikawa into a soccer-loving boy like himself.Midorikawa smiled sweetly at him. "Really? You'll teach me?"Hiroto puffed up his chest. "Of course! Cross my heart. Now do we have a deal or not?" he asked, sticking out his pinky finger. Midorikawa immediately hooked it around his, and shook it vigorously. For some reason, both boys found that mere action hysterical, and collapsed into giggles."Wait, Hiroto…"Hiroto brushed the vermillion red bang out of his face. "What's wrong, Midorikawa?""Does that make us friends?" he asked softly, looking at Hiroto hopefully.Said redhead tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Nope." He giggled a little at Midorikawa's crestfallen look. "Playing soccer makes us best friends, silly!"And that is the story of how Midorikawa Ryuuji found his home in his best friend, Kiyama Hiroto.Author's Note: Bleargh. That was such a lame ending. And the title was terrible, and so is the summary. Why am I so hopeless /sobs/ But anyways, review! Tell me what you think about this, and I'll give you a cookie(: No, not really, but seriously. Review. Flames will be given to Burn to further evolve Atomic Flare.