This is my first KHR fanfic. I've been so worried about posting this for so long now! I'm finally getting the courage, and initiative, to do this!
It's weird. I was all YAMAMOTOxME till the end of the anime and often only read Yamamoto fanfics. BUT THEN. I was curious and read a Tsuna one. I forgot what it was called, but it changed my perspective of him entirely. Then Giotto came along somewhere after and now it's a competition for my love. Yamamoto vs. Tsuna vs. Giotto. Haha, though I guess you can say it's really Yamamoto vs. Tsuna due to time difference.
DISCLAIMER: I SADLY DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM KHR! *CRIES* BUT I DO OWN KIM, MADI, KYLE, AND LUCAS. That sounds kind of wrong...now that I think about it...
KEY:
"BOLD" - When words are bold, in quotes (in most cases), and aligned left, that means that the characters are speaking in English.
This - Is when people are communicating via mind. [Basically italic and bold mean this.]
This - Person's POV's thoughts.
"This" - This is for documents, remembering other character's words when not in a flashback, on phone talks or earphone, notes, texts, and letters. [Bolded-version will be if things are in English.]
DREAM START
"Hey!" a little girl shouted, running after a fleeing figure in what looked to be a field of gold and sprinkles of white. "Wait up!"
"Hurry up, Kimmy-chan!" the figure yelled, stopping for a second to turn and say that before running again. The little girl by the name of Kimmy puffed her cheeks and focused on chasing her apparent male friend.
Don't leave me behind!
Her friend stopped once more and turned around, holding out his hand with a bright smile. "Come on, Kimmy-chan."
The little girl, gasping for air, reached her hand out to him.
I want to go with you!
But before she could clasp her hand over his, it all disappeared. Everywhere she looked it was all black. She called out her friend's name, but no sound was coming out of her mouth no matter how hard she yelled.
What was his name?
DREAM END
I woke up to the welcoming darkness that was still devouring my room.
"What time is it?" I grumbled, scratching my head, reaching over for my phone.
4:00 AM.
I closed my eyes, holding my phone to my chest, attempting to fall back asleep.
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I growled and looked at my phone, finding sleep hard to go back to.
4:02 AM.
I can't sleep anymore...
I sat up and stretched. "I suppose I'll just watch the sunrise."
I got out of bed and took a quick shower. I went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of milk. I then ventured upstairs to my room, opening up the window, carefully climbing out to the roof. I sat down, waiting for Mr. Sun to come up and greet me as I drank my milk. "Milk after a shower is just the best!" I sighed nostalgically, remembering all the times I did this. I only got into a habit of doing this from time to time because of the anime I would watch. Now I wasn't a manic about the genre, but it was entertaining to watch in my free time.
I thought back to my dream. "What was that about? That's the twelfth time this month. Is it supposed to be a sign of my unconscious? I know that was me when I was a kid, but why..."
I recalled the appearance of the boy with spiky brown hair and soft brown eyes. He felt so familiar, and yet I could never place a name to him. Maybe it was an old imaginary friend of mine.
I looked up as the sun started to rise. I sighed and smiled up to the glowing ball of fire. "I feel so alone."
I eventually left my place on the roof to get ready for school. I put on a red skirt that went to my thighs and a tucked in white tee with the design of a pair of angel wings chained up under lock and key. I brushed my long brown hair down to my butt. I looked in the mirror. I have golden eyes; I guess you can say they have a sort of softness to them. That's what my mom always tells me, but what would I know?
"Kimmy~" I heard my mother's voice echo from the kitchen. "Breakfast~"
I hopped down the stairs to the kitchen, and took a seat at the table, kicking my legs back and forth.
"Honey, do you remember Namimori?" my mother asked, placing a plate of eggs and bacon in from of me.
"We use to live there right?" I shoved some bacon into my mouth. "In...Japan?" She nodded in confirmation.
We moved when I was little to America. At the moment I'm fourteen, so I left Japan around the age of six? Five? Probably six.
"Mom how old was I when we left Japan?" I asked her.
She put a finger to her lips in thought, "Six."
I'm a psychic!
So I left Japan at the age of six. I don't really remember much of it really. Strange, my mom always talks about how she feels like that was the highlight of my life. No idea how she would know what my best moments were. When I was six, I apparently got into a really bad car accident in Japan. I guess I lost my memory because of it.
I looked around the table. Someone was missing. "Where's daddy?"
"He left to get somethings settled for our move," she replied, sitting down as I was shoving down more food into my mouth.
I made a 'mhm' sound so she knows I heard her- Wait... Did she just say move?
I swallowed my food hard and drank some orange juice to ease my outstretched throat. "Move?"
"Didn't I tell you? We're moving back to Namamori," my mom declared cheerfully.
"WHAT?!" I protested. "I'll have to leave all of my friends!"
"I'm sorry honey, but you'll just have to make some sacrifi-"
"Sacrifices? You want me to make sacrifices? You're basically making me leave my friends again because of moving."
"You'll reunite with your old friend." My mom was a bit upset that I was yelling at her. I'm not yelling because I don't want to make sacrifices. I'm yelling because my feelings and opinion were not taken into consideration.
"I don't even remember them..." I said sadly, turning my head away from her, refusing to look at her. "What's the point of arguing with you..."
I finished my juice and left the table, putting on black slip-ons and grabbing my black, Jansport backpack. I walked out to see my friend's car next to the driveway. I hopped in, sad.
My friend noticed, but didn't say anything about it, thankfully. Eventually I cracked at school, or should I say 1st period. I easily laugh ok... Stupid tickles. It's so hard to keep in the urge to smile. I told my friends what I heard from my mom and they all protested against it. One even threatened to kidnap me. We all knew it was inevitable though, so we could only make the best of what we had now.
"Get me a ton of mangas and otaku needed equipment from Japan, okay Kimmy? Also, buy me a bento box, a kimono, and a school uniform," one of my friends listed. Her name was Madison, but I call her Madi. She was one of three people I first met here in America. She has blond hair and blue eyes. Also, if you haven't noticed, she's really into anime.
She started the first of many requests from my entire group of friends. Which is more than three now. It was tiring because all they wanted from me was anime-related stuff. I shook my head, smiling as all my friends continued to crowd me for presents.
I'm not Santa guys!
I felt the ground disappear from underneath me.
"Hey, don't abuse the power of her heritage and convenience of her moving!" I smiled thankfully at my very first friend that I ever made in America, Lucas. He was rather taller than me, which pisses me off now, but is very useful. He also has short, blond hair, and sort of strawberry brown irises. He was holding me up by my waist, elevating me over everyone.
"But she has to introduce me to many Japanese women!" yelled the final third person that is in the zone of "best friend."
"Womanizer," a random friend of mine muttered.
That "womanizer" is named Kyle. He has dark red hair that goes into a ponytail and obsidian colored irises; also taller than me. At least Madison is my height...maybe a bit shorter in my mind sometimes.
"You guys..." I smiled lovingly at them.
"You see the flowers too right?" Kyle whispered to another male friend who in turn nodded.
My best friends skipped school the next day to help me pack.
"Yooooohhoooo!~ Kyle, Lucas!~" my mother called out to them. "Mind helping with the kitchen? We're sending all the furniture and appliances ahead of time."
The boys sweat-dropped.
"Right away Mama," Kyle said nervously.
Madi laughed at them as I ignored my mother's voice
"Your mom is so funny Kimmy," Madi said to me as we were packing picture frames into boxes after wrapping them in bubble wrap.
"Mmhm," I replied.
"You're still mad at her?"
"Mmhm."
She sighed.
The boys were on the ground, panting for air. I crouched down next to Lucas, poking his stomach, "Are you still alive?"
Madi poked Kyle's side and he jerked onto Lucas.
"Phfft... GET OFF OF ME!" Lucas conjured enough energy to push Kyle off of him.
"Ah good! You still have energy! Can you load these boxes into the truck?" my mother asked the boys.
They couldn't say no and ended up packing the boxes of mementos, pictures, dishware, and lamps.
"Your house looks so different without all the furniture and appliances inside of it," Madi remarked, exploring my house as if it was uncharted territory.
I looked around the empty room.
"Yeah… It looks bigger."
Tonight, I was on my way to Lucas' house. I don't really know why, but I was with my best friends, so I didn't care. Lucas and Kyle looked nearly dead in the car.
"We're here," Lucas' mom announced.
Madi and I each took a boy and slapped their face, attempting to wake them.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" the both shouted at us, clutching their bruised cheeks.
Madi and I stared at each other and started laughing, as if it was a funny secret being shared between us.
"Whatever," Lucas got out of the car and opened the door.
It was dark inside. Kyle turned on the lights and we were greeted with confetti, noisemakers, and shouts of "Bon voyage!" A banner dropped to reveal the words "WE'LL MISS YOU!"
I clasped my hands over my mouth in surprise. I felt like I knew this was going to happen somewhere in me.
Madi hugged me from behind, "Good luck in Japan!"
I started getting greetings from all of my friends as well as my adult friends.
"Don't forget us!"
"Don't return to us all senile!"
"Don't forget about photosynthesis!"
"If anyone bullies you, just send them to us! Or better yet, we'll come to them! It's a win-win situation."
"Come and visit once in a while!"
"Find a good man for yourself in Japan!"
"Find one for me while you're at it!"
"No! She's going to be busy finding me some girls!" Kyle whined.
While Kyle was getting beaten up by the female race, Lucas went up to me, "You going to be okay going back there after all this time?"
I looked up at him, "Probably... My parents always tell me about this boy I was best friends with there...but I don't remember him..."
"Is he still haunting your dreams?"
So Lucas knows me better than anyone. Well, Kyle and Madi may be able to give him a run for his money, though their response to when I first told them about these bizarre dreams were not helpful.
FLASHBACK START
"...OTP!" Madi shouted, shaking me by my shoulders. "It's fate! You're future husband waits for you in a field of gold!"
"No! I won't allow this to happen! Not until she agrees to go out with me first!" Kyle shot up, looking up to the ceiling, his fist clenched out, and his foot on the coffee table.
Lucas just laughed at... I don't even know what.
"It's definitely your mind trying to tell you something," Lucas said. "Maybe an inner desire or longing for someone."
FLASHBACK END
"So far, it's the same dream every time," I replied.
"Maybe it'll stop when you get to your new home. Just...," he pulled me into a headlock. "Don't be afraid to make new friends, especially when you can communicate with them."
"I barely even use Japanese. I only use it when I need it or simple Japanese around the house. I've forgotten some things and I have to study up on speaking since I left while I was still young," I pouted.
"Well, I know you can do it," he smiled. "We all do. It's your native language after all, so it shouldn't take you too long."
I smiled back at him, "Thank you for believing in me."
He let go of me and pushed me towards the now dancing group of people, "Make tonight last with all of us."
DREAM START
"Look at the Dame-couple!" yelled one of the little kids in the elementary school classroom.
The little girl, me, and my brunette friend looked sadly around as kids started to laugh at them. The girls started to pull on my hair as the guys pushed my friend around.
"Ow!" I yelled.
"Kimmy-chan!" yelled my friend as tears started to form in the corner of his eyes as well as mine. He miraculously shoved the guys away from him and pushed the girls away from me. Everyone started crying as my friend checked me for any serious damage. The damage was just pieces of my hair either ripped out or cut off.
"Thank you...Tsu-kun," I smiled thankfully as he hugged me. For some reason, this part was echoing.
"I said I'd protect you," he replied into my hair.
"I'll protect Tsu-kun too," I smiled.
"No, that won't work. I promised to protect you from getting hurt first."
"Yes it will because I said so second."
He sighed, patting my head as the teacher came running back into the unsupervised classroom.
DREAM END
I woke up in the car and looked over to my mother who was driving in the driver's seat; my father in the passengers. Either I teleported or my dad carried me in here. I'm going with the second one.
"Airport already?" I asked, yawning, aiming that question to my dad.
"Yes, sleeping beauty," my father said proudly.
"I'll protect Tsu-kun too."
"Tsu-kun...huh," I murmured to myself, missing the glance my parents shared.
So that's his name...
"I bought some books and podcasts you could listen to freshen up your Japanese," my father smiled, hanging me a bag.
I laughed sadly, taking the bag, forcing a smile, and looking out the window as a tear streaked down my face.
Goodbye...everyone...
The whole ride to the airport was just my dad and me singing along to the radio. It helped ease my sadness as well as my anger towards my mother. We checked in and got on our plane. First class too! I don't really like being on planes, or roller coasters for that matter, so you could imagine my calming down bit: heavy breathing, closing eyes tightly, thinking happy thoughts, praying, distracting self, and so on.
Once the plane was in the air and the adrenaline had finally left me, I calmed down, and watched the romance movie playing. I fell asleep with a small headache around the time the man in the movie was proposing to his girlfriend.
DREAM START
I was five years old and on a swing next to my friend.
"Tsu-kun..."
"Yes?"
"Would you marry me?" I asked, hiding my face with my bangs, blushing hard.
"Marry? Doesn't that mean we become a mom and a dad?" he asked, red.
I nodded. "Mommy told me that daddy loved her and wanted to be with her so much that they married and became a mom and a dad."
"How can we marry? We're not like them..."
I teared up, "But...but, I love you Tsu-kun!"
The boy panicked, hopped out of his seat on the swing, and came over to me. He shuffled around, not knowing what to do. An idea popped in his head and he grabbed my hand, pulling my along to a busy street. He led me to a prize dispenser in front of a store, dug into his pockets, and fished out a shiny quarter. He put it in the machine and turned the handle, struggling a bit. Down came a prize and he took it out, placing it in his pocket, leading my crying self back to the park. He went down on one knee and took his prize out of his pocket, opening the plastic packaging around it.
He took my hand, "Kimmy-chan. Don't cry and hear me out." I still cried, sniffing and choking on tears. "Kimmy-chan, will you marry me?"
I stopped crying, but I was still sniffing up my runny snot. I nodded quickly, nearly breaking my neck. He slipped his prize onto my finger. It was a silver ring with a plastic orange gem on it.
"Why did you change your mind?" I asked, confused after just crying out my heart for my first rejection.
The boy blushed, "I love you, Fuko Kimberly." My face heated up. "W-We should act l-like a mom and d-dad now I-I gu-ess."
I nodded and we walked hand-in-hand to his house. Upon our arrival, the boy's parents greeted us.
"What are you two up to?" asked the boy's mother.
"W-We're going to do m-mom and d-dad stuff," said the boy, leading me upstairs, but stopping to talk.
His parent's eyes seemed to have nearly popped out of their socket from hearing this.
"We got married," I announced, blushing at my "husband" who led me to his room, closing the door. His parents followed suit with their ears pressed up to the door. We lied down on the bed, under the covers.
"Now we need a child," I stated.
"How do we get one?"
"Daddy told me that when two people love each other so much, they give each other strong hugs and that's how they get their child."
"So we just have to hug?"
"Strongly!"
We held each other tightly, trying to get our child already. After a few minutes, we got tired, stopped, and fell asleep. Before I completely lost consciousness I overheard his parents.
"My sons a man!" yelled his father, smoke coming out of his nose.
"We're going to be grandparents!" yelled his mother. Both of them knew that we didn't know what we were talking about.
DREAM END
I woke up and looked around. We landed already and everyone was being woken up.
Tsu again… These aren't just dreams...are they... No, that's just ridiculous... Maybe Lucas is right about them being a sign... At least it's not the same dream playing over and over again.
I blushed unconsciously at that childish dream.
I've seen that ring before though. It's in my jewelry box if I remember correctly.
DREAM START
"Tsu-kun!" I yelled, running over to the little brunette who was being bullied by a couple of middle-schoolers.
I was in elementary school at this time.
The middle-schoolers all turned to me. "Oh look, it's the little Dame's girlfriend to the rescue." They all laughed when I got to them. I clenched my fists as I saw Tsuna's eyes all watery.
"You're making Tsu-kun cry!" I yelled.
"What are you going to do about it, little girl? Huh? Go call your mommy?" laughed one of the middle-schoolers.
One of the middle-schoolers was going to touch me, but I bit his hand so hard it bled.
"Bitch!" the guy who's hand was bitten, yelled as I ran under his legs to Tsuna, hugging him. The guy's blood tasted so bitter and metallic that I wanted to throw up.
The middle-schoolers started to gang up on us. "I'll make you pay with your life!"
The one whose hand was bit kicked me in the face, knocking away to the side.
"Kimmy-chan!" Tsuna shouted helplessly as I got up, crying. One of the guys picked up Tsuna by the back of his shirt. "Kimmy-chan!"
I knew I wasn't strong enough to face all of them, but I had to save him no matter what. I started to run back to the group after picking up a stick, trying to hit them with it. It ultimately failed and I was picked up as well.
"Stop right there!" a husky voice ordered.
"Daddy!" I cried as a tall man in a suit came running to the rescue with a gun at hand.
"Oh shit! Let's get outta here!" one of the middle-schoolers yelled as they dropped us and ran.
"Daddy!" I cried as the man hugged me tightly to him, examining my bruise. His eyes darkened as he looked over Tsuna's wound. "Get home Hime-chan and take him with you."
I nodded, still crying with my friend in tow. We both ran off hand-in-hand. My father stood and stalked after the group of kids who did this to me. He pulled up his sleeve and spoke into it.
"Mommy!" I cried out upon entering my home. Two women came out of the living room in a panic and rushed over to their designated child.
After being fixed up and given candy, I laid down on a futon with Tsuna.
"Are you okay, Tsu-kun?" I asked, worried.
He nodded, "I'm sorry, Kimmy-chan... I didn't mean for you to get hurt..."
I shook my head and sat up, clasping his hands in mine, "I can't just abandon you like that!"
"I'm sorry...," he started to tear up, sitting up. "Next time, I promise, I'll protect you from getting hurt." He stared at my swollen cheek.
"I'm never going to stop defending you either."
DREAM END
After the two hour car trip to our new home, I ran inside wanting to just be done with this day already. My head has been having small tremors of pain and all I could do to soothe them was to sleep.
"Honey, why don't you explore the neighborhood? Maybe, you'll start to remember things better," my mother said hopefully.
I nodded and walked out, onto the street. I wandered around, finding my surroundings so familiar, yet so different. I stopped at a park and my eyes widened, "T-This was in one of my dreams!" I felt a pang in my head.
This has to be a coincidence, right? My unconscious mind just projected this memory into a form of scenery in my dreams.
I ran away from the park, not knowing where I was going exactly. When I slowed down, I was lost and yet I didn't feel so. I looked to my right at a line of homes and my feet did the rest. They lead me down that street past each house. I stopped in front of one house in particular. The scary thing was, that house was in one of my dreams too.
I stumbled back a bit. "D-Does this mean...those weren't dreams...those were...memories?" Tears started to form in the corners of my eyes. Happy or sad, I didn't know myself. I fell to my knees and I clutched my head, my hands grabbing large chunks of my hair.
"AHH!" I pulled out my phone and threw it at the concrete divider.
My head hurt more than ever and I was getting light-headed. Too much information was flooding my consciousness and they all contained memories of Japan I couldn't remember before. I let my arms fall limp at my sides as the pain was slowly subsiding.
It all makes sense now... Those dreams...but that dream I've been having frequently before this move...that wasn't a part of my memories... Could my mind really have been trying to tell me to remember?
I felt myself being watched and I looked around. I didn't see anyone.
"Juidame!" I heard a voice yell.
I panicked, picked up my phone, and ran away from the house, all the way home, and slamming open the door. What I didn't notice was a small figure watching me with interest.
"Mom!" I yelled running to her. "My childhood friend, is his name by chance Tsu-kun?" My mom nodded, smiling. "Does he still live in the same house?"
My mom got into her thinking position, "I'm not sure. Let me call Nana, I haven't spoken to her since yesterday."
"Hurry!" I whined with immediate urgency.
"Okay, okay- Wait. Does this mean...you remember?" My mom eyed me, unsure of how to feel.
I nodded, putting a hand to my head. "There are still blank spots at times, but Tsu-kun was my best, and only friend here..."
My mom pulled me into her chest. "Thank god your amnesia has worn off!" Her face changed all of a sudden to that of worry. "Do you remember your...accident?"
"...No...," I mumbled. "I feel afraid to remember though..."
"It's okay sweetie. I'm here for you whenever you need me." My mother stroked my hair. "I should go call Nana now."
Before she let go of me, she handed me a paper to give the school for my schedule.
"Namimori Middle School?" I questioned, looking at the paper.
My mom nodded, getting out her phone. I went upstairs to my new room and started to rummage through boxes, boxes, and more boxes, looking for my old jewelry box.
"Ugh! Where is it?!"
I stopped looking and crossed my arms, "Why do I even care about it!? I already know my dreams were telling the truth!"
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Two hours later, my room was a mess and I was sitting in the middle of that mess, holding an old, brown jewelry box. I opened it and spotted a silver ring with a scratched up orange gem on it.
I picked it up. "So it is real!" I smiled victoriously as I had just validated my theory of my dreams being my memories.
My dad seemed to have left again. Mom said he was doing something business related, but I think he was just trying to get out of unpacking. My mom relied on him to carry all the heavy things; thus, leaving me to be tortured in his place.
"Honey, I think the couch would look better next to the window," said my mom in her thinking position. I groaned, pushing the couch from the other side of the room to the new designated spot. "Oh! Maybe it'll look better in front of the TV," my mom said just as I got the couch into the "new" space.
This was going to be a tiring day.
