No this is not yuri and yes, the reader's male.
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo hitman reborn or any of its characters.
Reader is age 6
Water:
The sun was at its highest that morning, needlessly reminding the world that it truly was summer. School was out and children were free to enjoy their days playing and spending their break as they please. It was different for (Name). Instead of spending every summer playing soccer and video games, he spends his summers at his grandmother's house in some forest where he runs around doing chores and errands.
His parents are teachers, you see, and that means that it was also summer vacation for them so they decided that after every tiring school year, they would spend their summer vacation on a sonless honeymoon. Being the oh so caring parents that they are, they couldn't leave their dear little (Name)y-poo all alone in their house at Sicily and so they decided to ship him off to his father's mother at a forest, far, FAR away from society.
His grandmother, being the hermit that she is, prefers to be alone and has a tendency to shout at him (and everyone else) about every little thing. As her house is cut off from all civilization, it was practically comparable to a cave. No electricity and all thus no computer games to keep him occupied. His eyes couldn't wait to be re-glued to eye-killing digital screens. Nowadays, all that's killing them are endless clouds and the sun that hid not so secretly behind them.
It was boring as hell but he prefers laying around in the forest over running errands for his grandmother. His grandmother, being the annoying old bat she was, didn't like it when kids are relaxing and preferred to see them struggling and out of breath. That brewed his current situation in the middle of the forest, on a now-familiar dirt path, two pails in his hands. Yes, even faucets are not allowed in his grandmother's house.
Muttering under his breath, he said something about old hermits and their hermitty ways that were incoherent even to himself. The tree his grandmother had marked a long time ago came into view and he knew he was close to the stream. Glaring ahead with a huff, he dragged his feet forward.
The trees no longer hid the sky and the flowing of endless water reached his ears. Impossibly sparkling blue water greeted him once he passed the tree.
The river was beautiful, having little to no peers with technology destroying all its sisters. The forest was blessed not to have its river tainted with the disgusting olive green crap (his dad once called it) that factories fart out.
(Name) didn't care about this, however, wanting nothing more than to get the chore done and over with. He dropped his bucket sloppily, kicking off his slippers with equal care. Plopping down on his bottom, he scoops a bucket of water. The current doesn't seem to want to share, though, as it fought against (Name)'s thin arms, threatening to take away his bucket. He triumphed with much effort.
A soft wind blows against his cheek as he dips his second bucket in for another round with the current. Prevailing after a very close match of tug of war with the water, he was able to pull up his bucket. He began preparing to leave when something opaque in the transparent water catches his eye.
Blinking, he pulls out a ring of soggy flowers. He raises a brow at the circle knowing well that it was not Mother Nature who sewed the little flowers together. He then began wondering if the water is still drinkable after soaking a cluster of flowers.
The crunching of grass then interrupts his mental bitching about having to scoop up another bucket. Snapping his head towards the sound, he was greeted by a lightly panting green haired girl who is jogging up to him.
He blinks as the girl ran to reach him. He didn't know anyone else lived in the forest. He was pretty sure that the girl wasn't from somewhere near the city as his grandmother's tree was located pretty deep into the forest and it would take about a day or two to get there from the city on wheels.
He was also sure that she wasn't some girl from a cannibal tribe hiding in the forest as her light pink sundress didn't really resemble cavewomen's clothing.
"Um… excuse me," the girl calls, grabbing (Name)'s attention. "Those are my flowers."
"Oh?" he asked, pushing the ring in his hands towards the girl.
PLOP!
Blink, blink.
"Oops…" he says out of whim. Realizing that girls in his school, and perhaps in general, were sensitive, he moves to apologize. "S-Sorry…."
"It's alright," the girl replies sweetly, much to (Name)'s surprise. She gives him an equally sweet and surprisingly genuine smile that he notes is really pretty.
She then picks up the broken ring and walks to the river, laying it gently on the water. As if to comply with her wishes, the current weakens, pushing the flowers slowly but surely along the river.
(Name) was surprised at how carefully she treated the dead plants. Girls in his school were only that careful when handling their little friendship bracelets that they'd lose the next day. All of them liked flowers too but the way they pulled them out of their roots made him never want to be a flower in his next lives.
The next thing he noticed was the gentle smile the girl seemed to bid the flowers goodbye with. It almost felt as if the flowers were living beings. Well, everyone does say that they are but it's not like anyone really treats them like it.
Her eyes were blue, (Name) noted. And they looked even more watery than the river she was staring at.
"You're pretty," (Name) blurted out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
The girl's smile disappears and pink fills her cheeks.
~End