Uwa... I was nervous about putting this on the web...
New Appearances: Kozato Enma, Kozato Makoto, (Cameo) Kozato Mami
Trivia: In the beginning, she was planned to be reincarnated as Gokudera Hayato (Gokudera Hayako) but change of plans.
Chapter 1: Always Alone
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
-Dr. Seuss
Growing up, I came to hate humans. Despise them. Pity them. My 'mother' has only three things she cares about and thats her work, her husband (my father who at least acknowledged my existence), and my older sister. She was a piano prodigy, along with my mothers pride and joy. She would pay attention to my older brother since he turned out to be a genius at soccer. He was even playing national as I was just a thorn in the rose.
As I grew up there was nobody there to compliment me or reassure me that everything would be alright. Nobody would acknowledge my value of existence and it was suffocating me to death. My father would, but boys are thick. He would talk to me time to time but rarely.
My father loved my older brother more and my mother loved my sister more. Its normal for parents to play favoritism I noticed. There was once a classmate I had who stopped coming to school after her mother was reported for neglectance and abuse. Apparently her mother didn't like her since her younger brother was prodigious in everything he did and she wasn't.
I would play pranks and jokes. Mess up on things, be stupid to get anyones attention. Nobody would talk to me if I was top student. Being 'nerdy' means that people would only talk to me for homework or shit.
They were nothing but greedy, selfish pigs who only care about satisfying themselves and don't consider the happiness of the people around them. And I was one myself. I had 'slaves' running around, doing my chores and work for me since I was nothing but a greedy, selfish pig.
Those pranks got more and more part of my daily life and I became a delinquent. A smart-alec, bad mouth, had an 'intimidating' aura. Some wouldn't be proud to be one, but I never cared what people thought about me as time passed. I wasn't my innocent, sweet sister or my strong, cheerful brother. I was just violent, scary me.
I don't know how I even became like this and thought that these pranks were just a 'phase' in life. But I once heard this from an old man . 'Grow up alone, always alone' I never really paid attention that. I remember days when mom, dad and brother would be out at sisters recital and the soup can left out on the counter was my dinner.
I can't remember having a single family dinner in my childhood memories. I would wake up from my naps, dragging my teddy bear behind me, and they were all sitting at the table having a good time.
My seat at the table was occupied by my brothers foot and nobody even seemed to notice I wasn't there. When I stepped in they were already finished and all I had were the leftovers. Bitten pieces of fish sticks, half-eaten sandwiches.
They would go out to eat after the recital while I'd be home eating that cold soup.
My death was a common one. A car accident. So cliche but yeah. It was one of those (VERY VERY) rare days where mom would pay attention to me and she drove me to the city hall since I needed to pick up some papers.
But a drunk driver ruined it and we t-boned right into them.
Mom fell into a coma while I survived in the hospital but died a day later of an aorta burst.
I thought I would be in Heaven, but what greeted me a mobile with the stars and planets above me.
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"She's adorable"
What? I look around slowly... Where the fuck am I...? Then I slowly look up, afraid what might be there.
Hey, it might be aliens; you have to consider all possibilities especially after you die.
"Whats her name?"
There was a woman with wavy dark brown hair that reached up to her waist, and exotic green eyes. A strangely familiar man with red hair and red eyes...
She looks at me, giving a small smile. "Enma." The man looks at me and I squirm under both their gazes. It feels real uncomfortable... He finally gives a smile at me, "Enma Kozato..." ... Kozato...? I search through my memories for 'Kozato'...
Kozato...
Kozato...
Kozato...
Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Enma Kozato...? I stare at the man... Come to think of it he looks a lot of Makoto Kozato in the flashbacks... Although there was only like one or two pictures of him in the manga...
"Enma-chan~" the woman sings, picking me up gently, rocking me in her arms. "Aren't you excited to finally see your papa?"
"Abababa!"
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What the fuck did I just say...? I reach up to scratch the back of my neck, an old habit, when my hands were fucking small... "Sadabaya!" Is this...? Oh God... What hap...
The man, which suspiciously looks like Makoto, looks at the woman. "What do you think that means?"
Silence... "Takoyaki?" as if on cue her stomach growls. "I'm hungry..."
"Saiko..." he facepalms
So this woman is Saiko... I wave my hands to 'Makoto'. "Addi badda!" Someone fucking explain whats going on, or I won't hesitate to burn this place down.
She give a laughter. "I think she wants you, Makoto" So that is Makoto. Listen to me, lady! He carefully takes me from Saiko's arms and holds me up from the armpits in front of his face.
My armpit hurts...
"Are you hungry, Enma?"
I stubbornly shake my head. "She can understand you!" No shit, Sherlock.
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But if this is Enma Kozato's body...
He first appears in the Inheritance Ceremony Arc to try and murder Tsuna for Mami... Then the Curse of the Rainbow Arc as Skull's representatives and lose to Bermuda...
Yeah. Thats about it. Suddenly he pulls me in and gives me a kiss on the nose, putting me on his shoulders. "Yoshhh! Who wants to go on an airplane adventure!"
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"MASHEI!"
That was uncomprehensible but he seemed to understand it. "Lets go!"
For now its best to act like what I am. A baby.
"C-Careful, Makoto! Enma-chan!"
Most of Introduction/Daily Life Arc consist that Emma is six years old. To give a spoiler, the Flood of Blood incident happened when she was eight.
So its: Introduction Arc, Daily Life Arc, Starting Arc, Inheritance Ceremony Arc, Curse of the Rainbow Arc, TBD/Series End.