Ankoku: Ah, the story of my life... Or rather, how it could have been. Some small details are tweaked, and please, don't think I may have taken the idea from any other fanfiction. I decided to take a possible idea from one fanfiction to another one (the other fanfiction being my RP/Q+A OC (H: AP).) I can't say any more on that, or else I'll spoil the story...

I should introduce myself.

I'm Mayonaka Ankoku Tsukino, and I'm half Estonian, half Japanese. I have my mother's surname because my father is almost never at home.

We all lived together at my father's house somehwere in Estonia until the summer after I turned five, which was enough time for my father to teach me to learn to speak proficiently in both Estonian and English.

Then we moved to Japan, or at least my mother and I did. She taught me Japanese during the summer, and Japanese customs. We stayed there until I finished shogakkou, or elementary school in Japan, which is from the age of six to the age of twelve. I learned more Japanese with my mother during the weekends, and struggled with more English in an afterschool program along with dedicated foreign language students.

We moved to America over the summer, and I was accepted into the prestigious Chaser Academy for the seventh grade. I had the rest of the summer to learn the finer points of English, find the things I'll need for school, and learn as much of the language I've chosen for school-Spanish.

I'm probably boring you with all this, but I should tell you about my parents. My mother, Kajitsu Tsukino, has straight black shoulder-length hair and brown eyes. She's the kindest, most tolerant mother in the world. We share a love for baking, writing, drawing, and singing.

As for my father, I can barely remember him after my preschool years, but I have his dark blue eyes. Sometimes my mother cries when she sees me watching her, and later explains that my father used to look at her in the same way. Then she talks about how I have his techonological and linguistic prowess, and his lucky streak, and his wit. But his work kept him away from home.

I'm kind of short. I have short black hair, shorter than my mother's, and dark blue eyes like my father. I guess you could say that I'm also quiet and reserved, as my parents raised me. I'm not particularly superstitious but I like to keep a particularly good drawing with me. My favorite colors are green, purple, and blue. Green for the trees, purple for the streaked sunset, and blue for the ocean and the midnight sky. I prefer classical music, and I also like to play the flute. My father taught me the essence of computer technology, so I enjoy reading and writing things online as well. I love baking brownies, reading and writing fantasy stories, drawing my favorite anime characters, and singing, but not as much as my mother because I have stage fright and wouldn't sing on a stage to save my life. Okay, maybe I would. But under normal circumstances? Not a chance. But summer in America has really changed me. I tried out tennis at a summer program near our new apartment. I got a slight tan, met some new friends, developed a bit of a temper, and generally fit into American society.

Now, it's my first day of school at Chaser, and I'm not exactly terrified. Anxious, certainly, but not terrified.

Am I a child prodigy? If you say so.