Cinnamon: Yo my people! Yup.. once again I am starting a new story! If you read any of my other stories.. those will be being worked on as soon as possible. I am really sorry for the updates. Also, at the end of my author notes, I will be putting a anime related story. May it be funny, awkward, stupid, or sad, so if you have a story... share it!
Brownie: Unfortunately we still have not gotten out Nekos Lap-top so we are making due with the PC's we have.
Cinnamon: Yes, the Character personality is based off of me in many ways. I hope you enjoy La notte e Cielo. This translates into The Nights and Day Sky. You will understand why I am naming this story this once this chapter is over. I do hope you enjoy!
Warning: Dark, Cussing, Depression, OC character, OCxTsuna, a little OC Tsuna, Mature Scenes and references, and finally there will be a huge change in the original story plot of KHR, and a changeup on the History for the Vongola...
Summery: All I remember is two voices, eight flames, and my name. I don't know why I am here, Why I know everything that is going to happen, and why I am being told That I am the next Mafia Boss along with my first friend I met since arriving in this strange place. Why can't I remember my past? What am I going to do now? Finally, What's going to happen if I can change the future I have seen? I am not sure quite yet who those voices belongs to, but I am going to find out... That way I can know who I was, who I am, and who I'm going to be.
~Unknown POV
The only thing I remember, is a dream. Nothing more than static fills my brain, thinking of my past before I awoke. In the dream, if you can even consider it that, I sat on the floor of an empty white room. The room was void of any decorations, the walls whiter than snow and the floors shined with a fresh coat of wax. Nobody but me occupied the room, and I couldn't speak. No matter how hard I tried, my voice wouldn't leave my lips, catching in my throat like a silence plea to not be released yet. After observing the room future, it seemed more like an endless hall that only seemed to grow the further you walked down it. It made me feel trapped, and scared. Tears gathered in my eyes as I slowly got up on unsteady legs and began to walk. It was like I was a baby dear, my legs locking up and wobbling as I traversed across the floor. I didn't know where I was walking, but I kept moving my body forward as I traveled through the cold and bright abyss. Time stretched on, too, droning on in a terrifying convolution. I kept stumbling around, my bare feet became numb from cold. My skin prickled with goosebumps begging for warmth from the exposure the black knee high nightgown I wore had.
If words could fully describe how suddenly the dream warped, I don't think I would have been able to say it from ly lack of speech ability. The best way to say ith, though, was a light flashing brightly in my eyes. It was like suddenly, right as my body was about to give from under me despite my determination to find the end of the room, warmth filled the entire area. Warmth and color, surrounding my being and bringing life in the white area. My body, not taking the shock of the change well, fell to the floor despite the healthy glow it was beginning to support now that it wasn't freezing alive. The colors flew around me, bringing even more warmth to me as they danced and circled my fallen form, before spreading out in a ring and showing me colors I didn't know I longed for. They took up a majestic form, the colors that has burst to life in front of me. Flames that rose to the ceiling like pillars. I stared in amazement as the grand statues of heat condensed into 7 unique crackling balusters of multicolored infernos.
It was in wonderment that I stared at the twisting and spitting flames as they took form around me. Their shades and coloration bewitching me as my legs lay limply under my prone form. My eyes danced across the image,not cowering away from the bright light they emitted as my pale white skin glowed. The flames, majestic as they are, then did something only a dream could fathom. Something my mind faltered on, the wonder fading into confusion. They spoke to me.
Black, Orange, Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Purple and Indigo each greeted me. Voices so human like as they enunciated their message. Yet, somehow they were also filled with something akin to sorrow that I'm sure not living being could feel. No names were mentioned as a greeting, and I felt my very self being examined. Was I some kind of rat for testing, or was the scrutiny just my imagination?
Out of the eight flames, the Orange and Black gave off power and authority, shining bright and with heat that was like a second skin. They stood together, the tips of their personal light mingling into swirls of fire before blending back into their respective places. The Orange, 'like a sunset' my mind supplied without remember how it knew what one looked like, spoke first after a long moment of silence. It wracked my nerves to hear only the popping of the dangerous elements surrounding my defenseless self. There was no reassurance I would be okay until he greeted me once again, the voice rising from the blaze much clearer than before. This time he announced a name with his acknowledgment.
"Hello _"
I stared at the Orange flame, captivated for only a few seconds before my attention is turned to a new voice. Her voice sounded beautiful, like silk as it arose from the Black flame. It arose, speaking of many things. Too much information overloaded me, so much that my head began pounding with the confusion in my mind. Things that overwhelmed me with questions I needed answers for. She tells me things, stuff that I wish I never knew and at the same time will never regret knowing.. Secrets of a life I hadn't yet lived, a gift I hadn't asked for and a parting.
The dream ends with her voice giving a farewell, her tone solemn as if she was sending out to battle. A prickle of fear taped at my back, my hairs standing on end as my vision began to darken with the diminishing flames. My arm reached to the retreating flames as coldness takes over the previous heat, a pitiful attempt to beg them not to leave me. Dread enters my stomach like a tornado tearing up everything in it's path before I close my eyes to feel my body retaken over by the chills. Like a light switched off, the endless hall I never wanted to see again had flickered before me, closed off before hysteria could take over me too. Scared to open my eyes and be greeted by the colorless cold white room, I squeeze my eyelids tighter, mulling over all the uncertainty and undeniable questions in my head.
'Why am I here? What did they mean by "Child of the Night Sky"? Who am I, and what is my past? What is my purpose here? Why do I have the power of knowledge before it comes to past?'
Hours seem to pass before I open my eyes, mind swirling before re-shutting them when blaring pain snatches them. Like a handle turning on a stream of a never ending flow, opening my eyes triggered information to spill into my head. Grunting in pain, a tear slips past my clutched eyes and trails down my check. I choke down a sob as more and more knowledge is crammed into my skull. I am hit with sudden images of daily live for girls my age- 14 years old my mind informs me- and for people who lived alone. In a few agonizing hours I know how to speak 10 different languages, properly walk and talk, and proper manners. Anything I would have- should have learned circulate inside me. All of the human history, everything I should be well educated in for my age, the layout of the town I lived in, and the school I now attend to. All gushing through a completely open fountain.
After finding out it's impossible to try anything but, I lay there as my skull pounds in a dull ache. Time flies like seconds to me and only thanks to the window beside my bed do I know three days has passed within my initial wakening and the time. It's not until the night has passed, rest finally coming to me with the cease fire of thoughts coming to a halt. During the night after I had fallen under a dreamless sleep, I had only only woken to the pain, thankful it was less than the last time. Once I could finally sit up and look around, I knew all I could. Within such a little amount of time so many things were shown to me, yet sadly not many of my questions were answered. Before I can mull over that, though, I take in the area called my room.
My room is nothing extraordinary, but I love it. The walls are a light purple that was decorated with several posters and handmade paintings. The corner of the room, also the end of my bed, held a simple wooden walking chair with a red pillow to sit on. About five feet away from the chair is a bookshelf that reaches from the floor to the roof, bull of books with different genres. On the wall opposite to my bed across the room, there two doors at each corner.
The first door on the left side leaves into the reach of the house, while the second lead into a small walk-in closet filled with clothes my size and a school uniform hanging clean on the handle of the door. In between both doors is a desk that has a laptop, keyboard and mouse, a snow globe collection, and hooks filled with little string judos and luck charms. There was a simple clock there and a small jewelry box. The three drawers it had, once opened, had extra school supplies, paint, paint brushes and makeup. The last wall had a window and window seat which gives me a good view of my neighborhood. This was the wall mostly filled with posters and paintings so nothing else was there. Convenient, no? In the middle of the room is a small wooden table with four pillows.
'At least they thought of my comfort' I snicker as I stand up wobbling, going over to check the calendar nearby, and stare as I realize something really important. It was a school day, I was registered as a student and I had yet to get ready! Energy fills me as I rush around to get ready. Due to special qualities also gained, giving me foresight of anything undertaking the future, I know that Hibari will be at the gates at precisely 5:58 for any late comer that might be at his mercy. I pull my shoes on to finish my look before jogging out of the door and yelling an empty 'goodbye' to my lifeless home. Pointless, I know, yet it somehow doing it gives my comfort. Like, maybe when I return somebody really will be waiting there for me.
I run past my gates before looking down to make sure I don't attract any muggers. I don't notice anybody nearby me until when I feel my body being stopped by forced. I slam into the hard concrete ground, dropping my stuff in the collision. I look up from my items and bag on the ground to see the face of the person I literally just ran into. Judging from where we both sat on the ground, he's only an inch shorter than me at 5'2; me being 5'3. His caramel brown hair defied all laws of gravity and matched his equally brown eyes. His pale cheeks were slightly flustered from embarrassment, making him look more feminine then I thought a male could be.
"I am so sorry!" We state at the same time. We call out once again in sync, "Sorry!" causing me to crack a smile and giggle. I stand up while calming my erratic giggles and dust off my skirt before reaching out to help. The boy stared at my hand for a second as if I was going to hurt him before happily accepting it, making confusion fill me. Shaking it off, I start to pick up my stuff. The boy bends down to copy my movements with his own fallen belongings, looking guilty for the collision.
"It's no problem." I state, pulling my crimson red hair out of my face. Straightening myself up after grabbing the last pencil and shoving it in my bag, I watch as the boy smiles at me. His eyes widen, taking my uniform. Until then he didn't he notice my uniform, which coincidentally was the same as his. The boy's eyes swirl with wonder, taking ahold of the only information my outfit gives him. Suddenly, that same wonder vanishes and is left with protective sadness.
"Y-you're from Namimori Middle?" He asks with a frown. Confused I nod, before explaining that I was a new student and that today was my first day. The boy, who still had yet to state his name, seems to relax as I tell him my situation. After I finish, he holds out a hand in greeting. I take it lightly, giving it a shake before releasing it.
"T-th-then, hello. Sorry for running into you. My name is S-Sawada Tsunayoshi, but you can call me Tsuna..." He pauses as if considering something trivial. "... T-that is, if you w-want to be my friend. You see, a-at our school, I am known as Dame-Tsuna." The last part was said in barely a whisper so I had to strain myself to hear. What I did hear made me frown and I look at Tsuna sadly.
"Why are you called 'dame-Tsuna?" I ask, curious. The boy seemed very nice, so I couldn't see why somebody- let alone the entire school- call him such a wretched name. People were so judgmental and cruel to call another person useless. Tsuna stares at me for a split second before shyly avoiding my eyes and looking over to the side. I watch with acute awareness as he bites his lower lip while thinking over his thoughts and how the same bitten lip bounces back to place as he answers the question.
"I'm… stupid in a sense. I get horrible grades, I'm no good at sports and I trip over nothing. I can't stand up to teachers not bullies, and every day I prove with klutzy mistakes daily that I live up to the name." His voice is sad and wavering, words flowing from his mouth sorrowfully as he tells me. I get the feeling from his explanation that he was used to this treatment from teachers and classmates alike, making me feel sick thinking about it.
"Okay." I state calmly, trying to hide my sudden anger towards my soon to be classmates. I was sure half of them didn't get any better grades than him, and the teachers were completely foolish if they thought it was okay to let the stupids to get away with it. I didn't know this boy but I felt a certain pull to him. Not only that, but it felt like one in I wasn't too sure I ever wanted to break.
"Hu?" He asked stupidly, looking confused. Laughing, I look at him and then throw one of my arms around him. "Sure I'll be your friend, Tsuna." Joining my laughter, Tsuna relaxes into my grasp and hesitantly puts an arm around my waist. It's as if I was his first friend, thought after hearing his explanation, that wouldn't be surprising. Anyways, he is doing me favor by being mine. A spark in my heart makes me feel like by being his friend, it would lead me not just to my answers, but to the future that I was made to have.
"Now Tsuna," I state easily. "We need to go before Hibari-san bites us to death."
Nodding, we set off, joined at the hip and laughing at the little jokes sent between the two of us. Tsuna tells me a little bit about himself while we finish our trip to school. Once we arrived, we ended up being a minute and a half early. I let go of Tsuna as soon as we arrive to the gates and before he can question my actions, I start dragging him into the building. We arrive to our classroom within record time and I jerk open the sliding door to waltz in, still holding his hand.
The classroom goes deathly quiet as they hear the loud clatter of the door and notice me, being a new student. The teacher, not honestly looking like he cared at all, rudely requested I state my name. I don't bother, paying more attention to the rest of the room, brightly lit by open shades on the windows. To the right, walls decorated by algebraic papers and instructions for math equations. After inspecting me over, the girls start whispering and the boys began to drool. I would have loved to stop the stupid reactions myself, but Tsuna pulling on my sleeve with his free hand brought mine and everybody else attention.
"Yes Tsuna?" I question. My simple question sent gasps and whispers across the classroom. Was it seriously that bad to be with him? I then realizes their problem. Not only did I use his name, but this entire time, the nitwits never noticed I was holding his hand. Tsuna doesn't say anything, but starts to pull his hand away. A blush was spreading across his cheeks from the new attention and he seemed to shrink with every passing second.
I sigh, before squeezing his hand with my own. I look at the class and smile, feeling something akin to anger, but wasn't quite that- yet. The smile, well it wasn't a pleasant one either. It was more of a 'Keep it up and you'll die' look, showing just how protective of my new friend I was. Even though I surely felt the room temp drop, and Tsuna shivered, they didn't seem to get my hint as one boy stands up and walks over to us.
"My name is Johanda. My classmates and I noticed your holding hands with Dame-Tsuna. Why would a beauty like you be holding hands with somebody like him?" The boy questioned. I give him a confused look, playing innocent. I look at Tsuna's hand and gasp. Tsuna's eyes fill with sadness as I let go, only to be replaced with utter shock- along with the rest of the class- when I hug him to me. I make sure to settle my arm comfortably on his shoulders before shooting back at him.
"Someone like him. All I see I a sweet person who has a small problem excelling at anything. But I would have a problem too, if I had such degrading classmates and a teacher who doesn't know the difference between doing his job and acting like his or teaching is the student's fault." I look at him in aversion as his eyes widen in disbelief. "I also see you, who thinks him and everybody else is better because they have something. Shut your mouth. I just met him today and I found a good friend with a better personality then all of you put together."
Stomping away I take the set behind Tsuna, ignoring the class's stares. Tsuna, now a bright red as he sinks into his chair, seems almost as flabbergasted as the rest of the room. I hadn't meant to embarrass him, but I had to stand up for him. About five minutes into the class passes and I realize I never stated my name to anybody and look around before writing a note on paper and slipping it to Tsuna's desk. I wait him to read it before I got it back with slightly sloppy handwriting.
Hey Tsuna-Kun. I totally forgot to tell you my name! I can't believe I forgot to. Would you like to know it?
-Unknown
Um... Only if it's okay with you Fumei-chan. I can call you -Chan... right?
-Tsuna
Laughing to myself I look at Tsuna, who is staring out the window, before answering to him and passing the note back. A minute or two passes before he replies, and I'm surprised how nobody notices this small exchange. I guess nobody wanted to pay attention to me nor Tsuna, now that the initial meet-and-greet was over.
Silly Tsuna. Of course you can use -Chan. I used -Kun for you. It's only fair. And no need to call me Fumei anymore. My name is Kuraidesu Kiseki...
-Kiseki
Tsuna once again takes a few minutes before he answers. I take time to admire how brown eyes sparkle with flecks of orange as they roam the skyline. Once I realize I wasn't learning a thing from the lesson that I didn't already know, and Tsuna wasn't taking notes, I chose to do so for him. Taking a few notes in my notebook, I finish in time to raise my hand, answering the question on the board.
Notes:
25の2倍の平方根は、彼らが木の一つが残されたままにに分割されている10です。
Once Tsuna passes the note back I blush and then smile. I think over a response before scrawl it down. I pass him the note trying not to blush too hard, thinking over his nice statement. I keep at my notes until he send the note back, faster this time. The teacher calls on Tsuna and I keep in a growl when her purposely puts Tsuna down for incorrectly answering. I ignore it while I finish my notes before pulling it to me and reading it. The blush I once tried keeping down now comes at full force as I look at Tsuna who is daydreaming.
Your parents were geniuses! Even though it's kinda creepy for me, When your last name is in from of your first, It makes a beautiful combination... With your first name being Miracle and your last being Darkened... that means Darkened Miracle. So Pretty Kiseki-Chan!
-Tsuna
T-thank you, your name literally added together means Dependable... so your parents did great...You know. -Chan doesn't fit me... nor does -Kun fit you. Also... about my parents... I never knew them... Not that I care... And you need to watch what you're saying... you're making me blush!
-Kiseki ^-^
Thanks... I'm sorry about your parents. Well... I am so glad I don't need to use -Chan... Haha. And I can't believe it! You are blushing.. I don't know why! You're pretty! Your name fits you! Gezz... I don't know how somebody who is as pretty, nice and protective as you became friends with somebody as dame as me...
-Tsuna
I look at the time on the clock, noticing there is only a few seconds left, counting down. I write my note and shove it at Tsuna as soon as the bell rings, the last second ticking in time with my face flaring red. I run out the door, ignoring Tsuna's cries for me, and head to the roof. I don't know where I'm going and end up lost in a hall. Looking around, I spot a stairway, conveniently directing me down the hall I need. Climbing the staircase, I hear Tsuna panting after me faintly. Even after I calmed down, it was the first time I felt embarrassed.
My face wasn't red for the mortification of my thoughtless sentence anymore- mostly red because of the workout I just asserted myself to. It was just, I was trying hard to be his friend for some reason, making me say stuff that I don't understand. Things like he's too good for me, even though today was the first day I met him. I let the roof of the door close behind me, and I walk over to the gate protecting the roofs edge. I think back to what I wrote him as soon as I hear the door to the roof re-open, and don't know what to think as I turn to see Tsuna clutching the paper while holding both of our bags. I avoid his gaze by looking to the side.
Out of everything I learned since I woke up, dealing with embarrassment and mortification wasn't one of them. I watch the clouds pass by, using the corner of my eyes to see Tsuna move slightly and hear our bags drop. I ignore the footsteps and can only focuses on my stupid words that I wrote.
You're NOT dame! You're so much better than me. I woke up 3 days ago with no family and no memory... Your w-worth a lot than me! If anything... if your Dame then I'm Mudana yūjin. I don't this I deserve this…
-Kiseki
To me, I sounded like a lost and depressed child. I technically was. I didn't have any parents, lived alone and I don't even know him, yet suddenly I'm saying I'm worth less than him? I'm not saying I am better than him... But I just cannot believe I said that! There was no full-proof logic behind me saying that, other than trying to make him feel better. Nothing I said should have embarrassed me so badly either.
"Kiseki..." I Hear Tsuna's voice right near me and look over. As soon as I do I feel two arms wrap around me and a wet face against my shoulder. I feel warmth embrace me, like a fire emitting heat in winter. A calm washes over me before I realize I wasn't the one crying here. It was Tsuna crying...
"T-Tsuna! W-why are you crying?" I ask, automatically nervous once again, nerves jumping with the realization. In truth, I was starting to get embarrassed, and I start panicking. When Tsuna cries harder, I feel like I could cry myself, embarrassed that I couldn't even handle a small situation like this. Thinking that over, I come to one idea. 'Is that it? Is Tsuna now embarrassed? Then… then why is he hugging me?'
"Thank you... Kiseki! You're the... First person to... Tell me that! You're not worth nothing Lower than me! Everybody pushes me down, agrees with me and pushes my worthlessness in my face, except you! You stood up for me, became my friend even though we just met. You said such nice things. If we… If we both can't be perfect, then I guess... We can be equal!" Joy leaks through his voice and fills me with a strange happiness. I hug him back nodding to him. Shoving my face into his neck, I enjoy the warmth. It was the first hug I've ever gotten. It feels good. Pulling away I wipe his tears and smile. I look up to the sky and then back to Tsuna before locking our hands together. Lifting them I yell to the sky.
"It's us Tsuna! Us against all trying to fight our way through. I'll help Tutor you... And together we can find my memories!" I laugh and look at Tsuna. He repeats my words but twist them around to fit himself. It was that moment we took an oath, one nothing could break. Afterwards we begin to laugh and head to our bags to eat.
"Friends forever Tsuna?" I ask him
"Friends Forever Kiseki." He replies back.
That was the start of our friendship. I had yet to see what would happen to us. I didn't know yet that in little than a year, our lives would alter for good. I thought it was just going to be me and Tsuna. Us against the world.
Fate just loves to leave me hanging, doesn't it?
Cinnamon: That's it for this chapter! I hope you liked the cliffhanger I left! I will be posting the chapters for the other stories hopefully soon so don't worry or give up hope! I feel like I have a lot more ideas centering this story even though I have just started it. That's Kinda sad... Really. *sigh* Any ways... I hope you all have had a wonderful summer. I am seriously NOT looking forward to school... *shutters* I really am curious about what classes I got for high-school...
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*Judu dolls are like string dolls that and be made to look like characters from shows or movies. There is also a set meant for luck, happiness, love, ex. I have a link right here of a picture of a few. }:)
**The certain qualities are referring to a secret you will find out in the next chapters. Sorry but just think about the Sky Arcobaleno. Maybe that will give you a hint. :p
*** This turns to: 25 No 2-bai no heihōkon wa, karera ga ki no hitotsu ga nokosa reta mama ni ni bunkatsu sa rete iru 10desu. All of that translates to this: Two times the square root of twenty five is ten which is them divided into tree's which leaves one left over.
Cinnamon: Personally I hate math.. but I can still remember that being drilled into my head... yup.. thats one thing I don't really need but shall forever remember!
**** This Translates to a Useless friend... Also.. if you go to Google-Translate... and type in Hopeless... it actually shows up as Dame!