Disclaimer: Akira Amano owns Katekyo Hitman REBORN!, the world is somewhat loosely based off of the YouTube video "Draw With me," and the plot is pretty much based on the two Vocaloid songs "Prisoner" by Len Kagamine and the song "Paper Plane" by Rin Kagamine.
Claimer: I own the OC
Warnings: AU. Mukuro MIGHT be OOC-depending on your view-at certain times.
Pairings: Mukuro X OC
(-) = translation (found at end of chapter)
[][] Ellie [][]
No one lives near the glass wall because, on the other side, are criminals. We know that side to be called Vendicare. People have gone to that side of the glass wall, and have never crossed back over.
In the world of Vendicare Italy, there is a glass wall that spans as far as the eye can see. Every two feet, there is a clutter of holes in the glass wall. Most of the land around the wall is empty and bare, like grasslands with the occasional flurry of weed-flowers. When the towns are seen, they're normally small with a little population.
Not one of us knows how the criminals end up on that side of the wall. Often times, when someone is to walk along the glass wall, flowers and notes can be found for a criminal taken by the Vindice. Each and every person rightfully deserves to be there, and there has never been a known case of an innocent going to the other side.
Of course, there are still normal jails for smaller crimes. The criminals on Vindice have been convicted of murder and the like.
Tables with white tablecloths have been set up near the glass wall. There are foldable chairs with brown thin cushions that are far from being comfortable. The sound of idle chatter and silverware rubbing against plates is what's heard over the quiet sound of the wind rustling the grass all around us. The sun is out and shining, but it's covered by white fluffy clouds most of the time. The mood and scenery is cheery, enough to make a person constantly smile with the peace of the situation.
My family is having a reunion. We live in a small town by the glass wall. There aren't many places where we can have a family reunion, so most of us gathered up the tables and chairs and decided to use space since there's so much of it out here.
I smooth down my white dress and stare at the green flower designs with black paint-like edges. I've always found my dress so much more interesting than my family around me. I always manage to find something to do other than listen to them, like perhaps fix my wavy brown hair by tightening up my ponytail, or sweeping my bangs to the side. I often tell the excuse that I mess with my bangs because they're always getting into my eyes.
"Ellie, preziosa (-), your zia (-) asked you what you plan on doing once you graduate from school," my mother informs me, calling for my attention.
"Oh, well… I don't quite know yet, actually. I plan on taking more science classes, if at all possible."
"Can't you look at me with those mud-colored eyes of yours, Ellie? My, I wish you had gotten the chocolate color like your mother and father," my aunt rambles off to herself, now beginning to mutter in Italian.
I continue to look at my dress, my fingers twitching in annoyance that I won't show on my face if I don't want to get a snarky lecture from the same aunt. No one listens to her when she insults others under her breath because she's too troublesome to deal with or confront. Personally, instead of sitting here and conversing with family, I would rather roll around on the ground and stare at the sky, letting blades and leaves of the grass poke and tickle bare skin.
I have to continue listening to the incessant drabble until my family suddenly falls silent. I look up, since this is something that's never been heard of. Wide brown eyes from my family, with what looks like disgust burying fear. are all looking toward the direction behind me.
They're looking at the glass wall.
I turn around quickly to see what everyone is staring at. A black-clad lone figure stands out amongst the green and brown grass, and the nice blue sky with white clouds. I can hear my family begin to whisper, bringing up some noise again. I can hear them muttering something about how shameful it is that someone condemned would show their face where there are good natured and "sinless" people having a good time.
I can't seem to tear my eyes away, let alone have the same opinion as my family.
The boy appears to be around my own age, surprisingly. It makes me wonder why he's on the other side of the glass wall. He's wearing a black jacket and pants with a military cameo shirt. The sun's rays shows that he has blue hair. Surprisingly, his hair style reminds me of a pineapple.
The boy stops walking. He turns to face my family. This simple action seems to appall everyone and their tones are filled with disgust. They all make it seem like he'll taint them with just that simple stare. I still can't bring myself to have the same opinion as all of them as I notice this boy's eyes are heterochromic. I'm barely able to see one eye is blue while the other is red.
I've never met anyone on the side of Vendicare before.
All too soon, I feel a hand cover my eyes. I can smell the familiar scent of lavender wafting into my nose as my mother turns my head and buries my face into her stomach.
"Ellie, don't pay attention to the likes of him. We're going to head back to the house now," my mother whispers.
She lets go of my head and starts to put everything away like the rest of my family. I instantly turn around again, still quite mesmerized with someone who is so different from the norm. He's still turned to my family. I think he seems quite amused with their reactions to him.
His head turns a little further until I think he's looking right at me. The small entertained smirk he has on his face grows as we stare each other down. Neither of us blinks. I lift a hand and actually wave. I see the boy's mouth open in what looks like a chuckle. He ends up raising a hand at me and waving back.
"Ellie, come here!" I hear my mother snap at me.
I flinch violently and turn around automatically. My mother startles me since she's so close when I see her. She grabs my wrist and roughly yanks me after her. We're already leaving. My family has never cleaned up and gotten ready to leave so fast before in my life. I turn back around to see the boy watching my family leave.
I wave, and he waves back.
(-) = precious
(-) = aunt
I've had some of this series written up for a while now. I thought now would be as good a time as ever to publish it.
Please read the stuff at the top. It explains some stuff that I could put down here, but I might in too many words for the message to get across if I put a warning here.
In order to get another update, I need TWO reviews. Criticism is welcome so long as it's constructive and none of that "you suck so I'll cuss you off" crap. It does nothing. This is supposed to be a somewhat short series that has an end.
