I sometimes dream that I am falling.
Falling without a chance of stopping.
Gaining momentum.
Feeling my eyes water from the stinging wind.
Then I feel a warmth, an inexplicably warm feeling centered in my back. Growing so hot that it becomes nigh unbearable.
I scream.
When the pain tapers off, I see something flashing in and out of my peripheral vision. A flash of brilliant, breathtaking orange.
Then I notice the continued strain at my back, as well as the wind billowing around me despite the stop of my fall.
I turn my head to the right in hopes of catching a glimpse of the source of the wondrous orange.
I let out a strangled gasp.
Wings.
Wings.
There are wings attached to my back. Beautiful wings the color of a sunset, but wings nonetheless.
With flames wisping off of them.
~...~
I always awaken once I get to this part.
I kind of live for these dreams though. They make me feel special. Different in a way that wouldn't antagonize anyone. Beautiful enough to be looked at without a sneer or taunt.
Even Mama doesn't think that I'm special.
I can see why though. I am just Dame-Tsuna.
~...~
Still, what I would give for those wings.