夢のちから—Power of The Dream
Did anyone know the power of dream?
I never thought of meting a girl in dreams, only in my dreams.
They said, if you dream of somebody you didn't know always, that girl/boy will be your eternal partner.
Do you believe it?
Not me, of course. But I have to, till one day….
I really met the girl in my dream.
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Prologue: The two persons
As a Mafia's son, I need to be brave.
As a Vongola Tenth's son, I need to be brave.
I took a deep breath.
I stepped out my first step as she approached her desk. The school was quiet, because it was still early. So that was the best chance for me.
"Aya-chan, I-I've like you for two years, s-so w-w-will you-…" I bit my tongue. My heart was racing fast when she pat my head. She was the most cute girl I ever seen. My hands were shivering… After practicing so much time, it doesn't work at all!
"It's a bit shock, for you, a good boy like Kichirou-san." A pleasant smile formed on her face. I blushed even more, like a tomato face.
"But sorry Sawada-kun, I can't accept it." A big rock hit my head. Suddenly, I felt foolish about my action. What am I doing? She's pretty and gorgeous, and I'm nothing. Her words were simple yet it hurt me like a thousand blades cutting through my heart. I walked out the classroom with a heavy body.
"Kichirou-sama! How was your confession?" Takeshi Matsuda, my left-right man(boy) called. His hair was spiky, with blue amber eyes and a energetic face. He joined the mafia because he wanted to become strong, Although he had a same name with my father's guardian of rain, Takeshi Yamamoto.
"Why am I doing this?" I kept walking down the hall, with Takeshi beside me. This was the first yet the last time I done this. I don't want to be hurt anymore.
"Takeshi, I swear I'll never be in love again." He patted my shoulder gently, not saying anything. He knew that this Vongola 11th had been hurt by an unknown girl, but still expressionless. I tilted my head. The weather was nice today. A light breeze blew across my face. I closed my eyes, enjoying this scenery for the last time. I will be leaving today, to Japan, to see my father, Vongola 10th.
"Come on, Takeshi. We need to catch up with the plane."
"Yes, Kichirou-sama."
By then he was only 14, last year of middle school.
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A mild wind blew into the music room and moved the curtain gently. I opened the cover of the grand piano carefully. I smiled to myself. It was certainly a perfect day to play the piano since no one was here. My fingers touched the ivory keys lovingly. A soothing sound filled the air. I closed my eyes and felt vibrate of the sound under my fingers. The music filled the air.
Suddenly, a loud bang shocked me. There was a boy, standing at door of the music room.
"What you think you're doing, Yuki Hirasawa-san?" His face was dark in rage. He approached me and gave me a fierce glare.
"I-I-I was j-just pl-playing…" Tears started rolling down my cheek. The boy smirked and cupped my face with an irritated manner. "This is my piano…and you're not allowed to touch it, understand?"
"It-It's e-e-everybody c-can use…"I gulped. The boy's face became even darker. A sting rises on my face. "Y-you slap m-me…" My eyes were teary again. He doesn't care. He laughed hopelessly when he saw me cried. A monster indeed.
"Mummy~" I jumped into my mum's arms. "What's happening, dear?" A soothing voice that I wanted to hear so much has fulfilled. I snuggled into my mum's embrace and told everything to her.
"I hate them, mummy. Why th-they keep on bully me?"A hand brushed my head gracefully. Although mummy was a big superstar, she can still care about me.
"Well, Yuki-chan. Just ignore them all. Today is your last day in school, right?" I nodded my head. Mummy's words are always so calm and meaningful. "I need to go now, I've another concert to attend, ne?" I carefully stand up. This is my last day; I would never ever see them again! I hate boys!
By then, she was only 14, last year of middle school.