I wrote this in like half an hour, so it's really bad lol.
Anyhow, so I felt Kido deserved some angsty/fluffy fic about her, so I knocked this up. It's really short, but..yeah.
Oh, also, I used the name "Hana" for Kido's biological sister because it was used in some other fanfiction and I liked it. I can't actually remember what fic it was, but if anyone can find it, then that was the reason for her name!
Enjoy :)
Kido's first family was dysfunctional.
She had a picture of them in the draw by her bed. It was old and charred, having been recovered from the fire, but she could just about make it out.
There stood her father, stern and proud, next to his wife, a thin, fake smile plastered on her face. In front of them was their daughter, Hana. She had bright red hair - just like her mother's - that was tied back in a neat pony-tail to reveal her grinning face.
And then, there was herself. She was tucked away in the very corner of the photo, staring uncomfortably at her shoes. Her clothes were plainer than the others' and her hair hung short and loose, coloured it's tell-tale green.
Anyone looking at the picture could easily figure it out. The mother had red hair, the father brown.
Even her looks betrayed her, labelling her for what she was: An outcast. A mistake. A bastard.
Her step-mother hated her, as did her father.
Hana, however, did not.
Hana was perfect: kind, clever, legitimate, and yet for some reason, Hana loved her little half-sister.
Kido could never figure why. Why was she worth loving? She was nothing - Her father had taught her that. But in Hana's eyes, she was amazing. Worth loving, worth caring for, worth dying for-
At that point, Kido put the photo back and closed the drawer.
***
Kido's second family was amazing.
In the Tateyama family she found two loving parents, brothers that understood her, and a sister who adored her.
God, she missed Ayano.
It was Ayano who'd created the Dan, who'd seen her terrified red-eyed siblings and told them red was the colour of heroes. With a crimson scarf as her costume and a smile from ear to ear as her power, Ayano become their hero, leading three devastated kids through the world they feared so much and teaching them to love it.
Kido knew that no-one could ever live up to her new sister's role as leader, which made the fact that she was asked to all the more scary.
It was a few days before her death, when Ayano had come to Kido's room, sat her down, and told her: "If anything ever happens to me, Tsubomi, I'd like you to be the leader."
She hadn't understood that, until the day she came home to find her brothers crying, and Ayano nowhere to be seen.
"If anything ever happens to me, Tsubomi, I'd like you to be the leader."
She didn't understand. People kept dying for her and she didn't understand why she was worth saving.
Kido's third family was...strange.
Her brothers; a boy who read minds and another who hid behind a mask, a timid semi-medusa, a pop idol with her NEET brother and his sentient computer virus, a grumpy twelve year old and finally an amnesiac with super-strength.
Okay, so maybe strange was an understatement.
And yet, somehow, she couldn't help feeling like she belonged.
She was trying, she really was, to fill the hole Ayano left, though some days it was harder than others. Seto worked harder than anything to support them, Kano was addicted to his power, constantly lying again and again, and she – she was a mess.
But she was managing.
If Ayano could teach her that the red she hated was the colour of heroes, then she could teach it to the rest of them. She still couldn't understand why both Ayano and Hana thought her worth saving, but damn if she wasn't going to try and make it so.
So when all the hazy summer days came to their end, and she looked at the Dan, her make-shift family of lost children, she couldn't help but feel…
Proud.