Turtle-chi: Okay, first I'm back second no tomatoes please! I'm sorry for neglecting my other stories but when real life catches with you, you will feel like you're six feet buried in the ground and can't get up. Yeh? But anyway I made a new story and its multi-chap again but don't worry since I had finish this already and I'll just have to edit and post it.

This is loosely based on Tangled or parody of it that I have written half a year ago. Yes you read it right, half a year ago. I have more stories that I have written before but yeah I kinda don't have anyone to edit it for me since if I do it I'll hold it back again like I did to this story.

Sorry it's short but more will come. Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I don't own KnB or Tangled plot

Warnings: I think, it's safe to say this is for everyone?

Flower gleam and glow. Let your powers shine. Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt. Change the fates' design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine,

What once was mine...

Have you ever heard a story about a strange boy? Not yet?

Well it started at long time ago- perhaps not that long- in the distant land, away from the borders of the Great Empire Seirin, there lived a cruel witch with her son. They had settled down at hidden part of the forest no one ventured anymore conceivably because of the danger or the people couldn't see it because of the magical barrier around it. It was casted by the witch to conceal her son away from the people for the reason unknown to the boy itself. The son- the boy- dismissed it as an act of protection to him since he was always told by her mother- the witch- of many stories about the threat the people outside their abode could do to him.

In vast field of only hydrangea grows, stood a tower in its glory. The structure is a little bit old, growing vines and mosses at its trunk. The odd thing is, there is no door or stairs but just a single window at the top. Inside of the tower was a cozy home, complete with simple furnish made of woods and wool of nature. It was big, too big for the little boy who sat comfortingly and humming at the edge of the window, looking in a far-off place; eyes with deep longing. The boy has subtle shades of powder blue hair and eyes but one peculiar thing about his hair was it was sparkling. Like blue pixie dust was spread through it to give it a glow.

The humming stopped and queue as the glow started to fade from the hair. The dancing glitters darken until it only shows a blue hair just like the sky or an ocean flowing.

There was a shuffling noise and the boy quickly stood away from the window.

"Tetsuya." A honey drip voice said.

"Okaa-san." The boy vowed his head.

The woman draped her arms around the boy, steering him far more away from the window, hiding a vicious smirk on her lips."The food is ready; it won't be nice to keep it waiting."

The boy threw one more glance at the window, and let her mother drag him to the kitchen.

That was Kuroko Tetsuya's life at the age of seven.

A day turns to weeks. Weeks turn into months and months turn into years. The longing the boy – Tetsuya- felt sad and it only grew larger. He was isolated. No one to talk to, no friend to confide on, no person to love-he gasped- he immediately erased the thought of the emotion of love. It was a taboo to say or to even think of that word since his mother always taught him it's a dangerous emotion and he must not have it for it will only hurt him. He believes his mother. Of course he will always will. His mother only wants what is best for him but this loneliness he felt was immense.

His mother was not there with him all the time; he would visit him to checked upon him and put groceries in the cabinets of the kitchen. She will come by the morning and will depart at the afternoon, leaving Kuroko to fend off his nightmares at hours of darkness.

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Tetsuya's solitude continues on.

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I swear this is humor. For few hours the second chapter will go out. Thanks for reading :)