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This is a copyright of Amy Era Nichole. If you want to steal....then you'll have to kill me first and impersonate me! Have fun reading, as there is no yiffy-ness just yet! Remember guys, this is my first submission. Be nice to the pretty vixen, K?

_"I woke up from my 13- hour slumber, my body still feeling tired for some odd reason. After I let out my usual morning yawn, I hopped from my bed and onto the cold ground. I walked over to my black covered dresser and pulled the second drawer open. I yanked some boxers from it.

In the drawer below that was where my T-shirts slept silently. I grabbed a gray one, since it was my favorite color. I took both parts of clothing and made my way to the bathroom. It took me a good hour before I got out, my shirt and boxers equipped. I went to my closet and pulled it open. The usual polo and jeans lay before me. I sighed. "Why is it that I'm so darn casual?" I asked myself with a sad voice.

I grabbed polo, color gray, and slipped it on. I kept all my clothes smooth and wrinkle-free. If there was one thing my uncle taught me, it was how to dress. I made sure that I was all good to go, and then I heard the siren go off. I walked over to the window and looked into the most fabulous thing about the place where I lived... the stars that I passed, and the Earth far far away."_

At that moment, tons of boos filled the air, taunting the young tiger. With his tail between his legs, dangling in between them, he went to his desk. The teacher shook her head. She knew that he was trying, but it just wasn't enough.

"Thank you for that...interesting story, mister Masan." She told the boy, who only sighed, not wanting to give a reply to her. She always called him by his first name, but that was because he begged her to.

He disliked his last name almost as much as he disliked his self. The kids were still taunting, until the teacher caught their attention with a loud growl. "That is enough, class. You have one minute before the bell rings. You may pack up your things to go home now." Sure enough, in less than a minute, everyone was seated with their packs on their back, ready to go home. Everyone had his or her things, all but Masan.

When the bell rang, everyone ran out the door and to freedom. Once it was just Masan and the teacher in the room, he slowly got up to get his pack. "Masan," The teacher said simply. He turned to look at her, saying nothing. "Don't let them get to you. It's Thursday, and you'll be out of school for summer break. You should be happy!" However, the boy only looked at her. It didn't matter to him, because he would see every last one of them during his so-called vacation. There was never an escape.

Noticing that she wasn't going to get an answer from the boy, she waved her hand towards the door. "Go on, you'll feel better soon." She said to him, moving over to her desk and sitting down. The boy didn't protest, as he was out the door by the time she sat down. He looked back and forth down the halls, just to make sure no one would be around to bother him. Once the coast was clear, he let out a soft sigh and walked down the long hallway, towards the exit.

When he got to the door, he felt a chill go down his spine, his tail shivering for a moment. He was hearing footsteps. He slowly did a 360-degree turn and what he saw surprised him a little. It was Laren, the only other tiger in the school other than him.

"L-Laren? What are you d-doing here?" He asked his paw on the handle to the door. She only looked at him, straight in the eye, as if she was reading him and his emotions. He blinked, a little confused as to why she always did this whenever they met.

"I'm waiting on my papa." She said simply, a slight smile coming across her face as her tail swished back and forth happily. Masan nodded to her, turning his head toward the exit and applying pressure to the door's handle. Then, her voice rang in his ears once again, but this time he turned around completely to look at her. The words that he had been waiting for finally rang into his ears after these past few years of trying his best to look for the right person to say them.

"What did you just say?" He asked her with a soft voice, as he wanted to make sure he heard her right. She let her smile grow across her face even more.

"I said that I liked your story today."

He stood there silent for a tad bit. "Is... something wrong?" She asked, her head cocking to the side.

"I...I didn't even finish the story yet..." He said.

"It's still good. All of your stories are." She said again, that smile was still there, and it didn't leave her face for a second.

"Laren..." But before he could say anything else, Laren saw her father come through the same door that Masan was about to open.

"Hey princess." He said to her, who was already running over to him. When she passed Masan, he felt his isolation-self come back as he fell silent and stayed that way. Laren hopped into her father's arms and he kissed her cheek lightly. "My angel been good in school today?" She nodded happily, her tail swishing back and forth.

The adult tiger noticed the young boy when he came in, but he is not casting his attention to Masan. "Laren, who is your little friend?" He asked with a grin. Laren looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"This is Masan, daddy." That is when he got to his knees to let the girl down. He then looked at Masan.

"So, you're Mister Universal. I've heard a lot about you young man." Hearing his last name made him a little irritated, but he wondered how the male heard about him and why.

"Heard about me? How?" Masan asked, gripping his tail tightly in his paws. The male chuckled.

"Laren, of course. She tells me about you almost everyday. It's mostly about your stories though; she won't stop talking about them and how good they are. As a matter of fact, you've inspired her to start writing." After hearing all of this, the boy's grip on his tail weakened. Laren talked about him so much that her father knew him well. Better yet, his creations inspired Laren to write her own!

"Th....Thank you sir..." The boy said, not really know what to be thanking him for.

"Please, sir makes me feel so old. Just call me Mr. Fang. Sounds a lot better, if you ask me." Masan nodded as he looks at Laren again, who was still swishing her tail as she looked up to her father. Masan Felt cold chills go down his spine, a sudden flashback coming into his mind. His eyes closed as he heard screams, crying, and the sound of a home blazing in flames.

Then, he heard his name being called, and a few pushes to his shoulder. Masan's eyes opened as he was now face to face with the male. He had gotten on his knees in order to get down to Masan's height, paws on the boy's shoulders. "Hey, you alright?" Seems like you left us for a second." Masan could only stare at the tiger older than him. Mr. Fang blinked.

"Masan?" said Laren, her attention also on him. The boy closed his eyes, wishing to be alone.

Mr. Fang could sense his need for isolation, so he let the boy's shoulders go.

"Where do you live? I can drop you off, save you the walk." After he had said that, Masan's eyes quickly opened. "I'm sure your mom and dad miss you." He added with a smile. However, all Mr. Fang got back was a cold glare. After 10 more seconds, the boy walks past Laren and her father, and straight out the door. He looked at his daughter, a confused look on both of their faces. "What just happened?" He asked her.

Mr. Fang never got his answer, because not even his daughter knew.

But the boy ran, and he wasn't going to stop until he got to the place called home. He didn't want to stop, not now; the memories were haunting him again. He looked back once before he turned his vision to what was in front of him. The school was far out of his sight, and he was now in the city area. He knew he was close, so he continued to run until he stopped in front of a jewelry store.

He stared inside, a girl about his age, was griping onto her father, a brand new silver necklace around her neck that almost blinded the boy. He sighed as his vision turned to the alleyway right next to the store. He walked inside of the alley, and it slowly got darker. He turned the corner in the alley, and there was a wooden door there. He turned around to make sure no one was behind him, then he slowly pushed the door and it opened. There was no doorknob, so he just pushed it back.

Now, he was in darkness. The only light was that of the sun blazing down on the broken window. In the distance, there was a small mattress with a blanket. He sighed, as he walked over to it and lay down. This was his home, and abandoned room with nothing but a shattered window and a mattress that he found 2 weeks ago. Before then, he had nothing but the blanket. His clothing hasn't been washed in weeks, and his body was just that old of a cleaning.

His eyes closed, as he took his everyday nap. However, what he dreamed made him wake up almost instantly. For a second, as he blinked a few times, he could've sworn that he saw his �home' in flames. The home he used to have. Just then, he heard a car screech, and then a loud crash. He closed his eyes and sighed. Car crashes were so common on the streets around the area that people stopped caring. Seconds later, another screen, and then the sound of two car engines roaring away quickly.

It stayed silent for a little bit longer, his eyes closed as he tried to keep his mind off of the constant flashbacks he was receiving. However, he heard another screech, and that knocked him out of his thought to even try. He sat up on the mattress, sighing silently. He stayed there for a good 5 minutes before he realized his stomach was ticked off with him. He stood completely to his feet and walked towards the door.

"Time to do it again..."

He was on the streets again, walking slowly past anyone that he saw. Every once in a while, he would catch someone's eye. As soon as he did, the darkness in his own hazel colored eyes made the person walk even faster. The instant someone looks into Masan's eyes, as long as they have some sense, they find that they boy has nowhere to call home. He stopped after a while, and looked above him. A glowing sign with the words, Jake's Food Mart' was glowing in red colors.

Masan only looked a second longer before he was inside the place. He walked down the aisles, looking at the food just begging to be in his awaiting tummy. He licked his chops as he passed every kind of meat you could think of. By the time he got to the end, he had a handful of packs of meat. Nothing else satisfied him anymore than meat. He headed towards the checking station, and eyed all of his surroundings closely.

No one was looking, so he knew this was his chance. He took a few steps back, and then he went into a full burst of speed, busting through the front door of the mart and down the street. He only looked behind him once to see if anyone was following him, and that was all it took for him to crash into a light pole and full onto his back. An employee from the mart had been chasing him from the start.

"Got you now, you little thief!" He yelled.

She was sitting in her bedroom, a teddy bear hugged tightly to her body. She was humming a certain tune that her father sings to her in the evening. Every few seconds, she took a few good sniffs. Her father was cooking her favorite meal; grilled salmon with lemon juice. She had been licking her chops for the past 5 minutes, waiting for her name to be called as she watched television. Spongebob was on air, one of her many favorite television shows.

Then, she heard it. "Laren! Dinner time, Angel!"

She giggled as he pushed the �power' button and dashed out her room. She hugged her father tightly before sitting down.

"Thank you Papa." She told him. All he could do was smile.

"No thankies. Just go on and enjoy your food." She nodded to him and picked up her fork, getting ready to shove her food down her throat. Just then, a loud ring came to the house phone. Her father blinked as he went over to pick it up.

"Hello? Fang's Residence."

"Yes, Mr. Fang, do you happen to know a Masan Universal?"

Laren's father looked at her with a concerned look. It made her stop eating.

"Yes, I do happen to know the young lad. Why, is there something wrong?" He asked. Laren was looking at her father now. Young lad? Was he talking about Masan?

"Papa? Who are you talking-" He hushed her, waiting on an answer. Then, he finally got it.

"Well this is the police department and we have him in a minor cell." Mr. Fang almost dropped the phone when he heard. The boy was only 15! Why would he be in jail?

"What did he do?"

"An employee of Jake's Food Market caught him spring out of the front door with tons of food. The boy slammed into a light pole and the employee was able to get his paws on him. We're calling because he gave us a name." Mr. Fang blinked.

"And exactly whose name did he give you? Mine?" There was a silence over the line.

"Yes, stating that you were related to him. However we checked your records and saw that his name is not even part of your family tree. It was still recommended that we call, just to confirm.

Mr. Fang couldn't say anything for a minute.

"Sir? Sir? Are you related to this boy? If not, we will search for his home and take him there." Mr. Fang looked at his daughter out of the corner of his eye. She was still eyeing him like a hawk, as if she were listening to the entire conversation. He knew that he was going to be asked a ton of questions once he got off the phone.

"No sir," he said softly. "I have no relations to the boy. He just so happens to know my Daughter, Laren Fang. They go to school together."

He heard his daughter gasp, and the dropping of her fork. He was in for it now.

"That's fine by me. I'll question the child to find out where his parents are."

Mr. Fang nodded.

"Thank you for your corporation, Mr. Fang. Good night." Then the line went dead. As soon as Mr. Fang put the phone on the receiver, Laren's questionable side came to life.

"Papi? Who was that? What did they want? Why did you say young lad? Was it Masan? What happened to him? Is he sick? Did he get beat up? Huh?"

All he could do was sigh. "Yes darling, it was Masan. That was the police on the phone." Laren gasped.

"Why the police papi? Why!?" She asked with a whine.

Laren was about to get her answer, until the phone rang again. He picked it up and sighed.

"Hello? Yes, this is Neco Fang. May I ask who I'm speaking to?" It was the police again, but it was a different officer this time. What the officer told Neco made the entire situation clear to him. "Yes, I will come and pick him up. Yes, yes, ok." He hung up the phone and stayed quiet for a while. Then he suddenly walked away from the kitchen.

"Papi? Where are you going? Who was it on the phone?" He stopped walking and turned to look at her. "Was it about Masan again?" She asked. He let a slight smile come across his face.

"Laren, put your shoes on, we're going for a ride."

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In a matter of minutes, the two of them were in the car, his daughter sitting right next to him in the passenger seat. It was a quick ride, and Neco never gave her an answer to her questions. She didn't bother to ask them again either. She knew how bad of a temper her father had when she asked too many.

"Laren," He said softly. She looked to her left so that she could look at him. "Look, you must understand that your friend is in deep trouble. He has stolen food from a store and is now in jail."

Laren gasped.

"Masan! In jail!? Why would he have to steal Papa? Doesn't he have a mama and papa?" She asked. He sighed and shook his head.

"That is the point, Angel. He stole the food because he has no one to feed him. He has no one." The car was silent for quite a while after he told her that.

"So... he has no papa? He has no mama?" Neco nodded.

"Yes dear. He is all alone in this big world." The car was silent once again.

It didn't take long before they pulled up in front of the police station. Neco turned the car off as he and Laren both got out the car and up the stairs of the police station. Neco opened the door, and the first thing he saw was a policemen. Arms folded, eyeing the both him and his daughter. Then, they parted and a male canine walked through.

"Mister Fang, we have been expecting you." Laren slowly hid behind her father.

"Where is the boy?" Neco asked the officer canine.

The only thing he could see at this point was fire, the entire building in flames. A voice calling his name, and he knew that it was no illusion. Somehow, he was able to feel the heat of the flames. He heard voices again, but this time it wasn't an unfamiliar voice.

"Masan! Wake up!"

The young boy's eyes opened as he stared into the face of Laren. He was happy to see her, but he half-expected to see her with a sad, concerning look on her face.

"Masan? Why are you in here?" Was the first thing to come out of her mouth. Masan's eyes lost her gaze, and turned to the canine officer. Laren hated to be ignored, and Masan knew this. "Masan, please just answer me." She said again. Masan sighed and looked at Laren once more, even looking at her burned him.

"I...I stole from a store. Stole some food so I can eat." Neco looked down at his daughter. He knew that this had upset her greatly.

"Steal? Why steal Masan? Just buy the food from the store!" Laren told him.

"I have no money..." He simply replied.

"You can get money from your m-" Then Laren stopped. She realized that she always had her father to look up to. He was the one that fed her, clothed her, and sent her to school so she can get her education. She had it all, however, Masan didn't. He had no mom or dad to take care of him, period. Her father told her that in the car.

She sighed and closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Masan. I truly am. I forgot that you don't have any p-"

"Laren that is quite enough." Neco told her. She looked up at her father and nodded slowly.

"Officer, I'll take the lad." Neco said to the canine. He simply nodded and looked at Masan.

"Alright kid, I don't ever want to see you here again. Am I understood?" Masan sighed and looked up to the ceiling. That dream was in his head again.

"Understood. 100%"

The next thing Masan knew, all three of them were in Neco's car, on their way to his home. It was very quiet for most of the ride. That's when Neco decided to break some of the ice.

"You're homeless. Am I right? Is that why you ran off without a word earlier today?"

Neco got no answer. Silence tells it all.

"I'm guessing that you teacher at school is the only one who knows about your homelessness?" Once again, silence.

The ice had reformed.

The three of them were right around the corner from Neco and Laren's home. Neco looked into his rear view mirror to check on Masan. That's when he realized that Masan was glaring at him, with an almost demonic look. Neco gulped and looked to his right. In the passenger seat, Laren was sleeping. This made him smile as he slowly began to think of his long-lost lover, Kyla. Laren was a spiting image of her mother, most of the time she acted just like Kyla.

Neco pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. He sighed softly as his gaze tuned to the rear view mirror again. Masan wasn't staring at him anymore, and that relieved Neco greatly. He took off his seatbelt and got out the car. He opened the car door for Masan, who didn't even make a move to get out. Neco sighed and went to the other side of the car, opening the door and picking up his daughter.

With Laren in his arms, he closed the car door with his tail, followed by the closing of another car door. He blinked and looked inside of the car. Masan was no longer in there. He looked towards the front door of his home to find Masan there, staring at Neco. He walked over to him and Masan moved out of the way. Neco shifted Laren's weight and freed one of his paws. He dug into his pants and revealed the keys to his home.

As soon as the door opened, he quickly headed to his right and into the kitchen. On one of the walls was a keypad device, in which he pressed four digits. He sighed and walked out the kitchen, knowing hat his silent home alarm was safely turned off. He looked at the front door and blinked. Masan was still at the wide open door, glaring at Neco. "Close that door, Lad," He said as he headed upstairs, Laren still in his arms. "Then you sit down there until I return."

In a second, Neco was out of view of Masan, and it was only then did Masan walk into the house and close the door. He looked to his left and saw a long couch. As soon as he let go of the doorknob, a loud click was heard. He knew that it came from the door, so it must've been an auto-lock. He slowly walked over to the couch, in the dark. He sat down, and closed his eyes. However when he did that, he fell into an instant nightmare.

Neco placed Laren in her bed and tucked her in. Her eyes slowly opened.

"Papi...where is Ma-" He hushed her and rubbed her head.

"You're tired. Rest now. I will take care of him." Her eyes closed and she sighed.

"Papi, please be easy on him. He is a...good person. He smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry, I won't be too hard. I promise." He didn't hear another word out of her and that told him that his daughter was going to be all right.

As Neco headed downstairs, he heard the young tiger whispering. He quickly ran over to the couch to see the young one squirming in his sleep. "Poor lad, nightmares are getting to him." He said with a soft sigh. He got close enough so that he could shake Masan awake, but the boy let out a deep growl. Neco backed up from the boy and closed his eyes. "I guess rest is what the little lad needs then."

He tiger squirmed on the couch and didn't seem like he would make another move. Neco took his as a sign to go and rest his self. He walked away from the sleeping Masan and slowly walked up the stairs. When he had made it to the top of the stairs, he heard a familiar voice say his name among other things. No doubt it was his daughter. He walked over to her bedroom door so that he could hear every word she spoke.

"Dear Lord, please watch over Papa tonight, he was been so lonely lately and he always gets sad this time of year. He misses mommy. I miss mommy too..."

Then it was silent for a while. Neco got closer to the door, and that is when he heard his daughter cry. It hurt his soul every time a tear came to her cheek, but what she said was true. With Kyla gone, his only purpose was his daughter and nothing more.

That's when he remembered; tomorrow was his anniversary with Kyla. The day after that, it will be Laren's birthday. Laren's birthday is also the same day that Laren's mother died.

"Lord," Laren spoke again. Neco snapped back into reality and listened.

"I'm going to be a big girl in two days, but I still cry like a baby. I don't want to cry anymore. I want to be strong and not cry, like Papa does."

Neco shook his head. He cried more than her.

After Neco heard her say �'Amen', he went to his bedroom. His normal wearing was off of him in a minute, and his sleeping gear was on just as quickly. He tossed himself into his bed, and looked to his left. All he could see was the stars and the full moon as he stared out his window that was shaped like a heart. He had done that just for his lover, because it reminded her of the necklace that he gave her. A big heart, with both of their names carved into it. He sighed and turned his body the other way, looking at the empty side of his bed.

"Kyla..."