Chapter 1: The Earth Flame User, Kozato Mami OR: Mami Really Doesn't Like Being Used So She's Going To Train Like Crazy And Hope For The Best PT 1
Mami Kozato was many things. She was the younger sister to Enma, the future Shimon family Boss. She was the only daughter of Makoto and Haruka Kozato. She was a proud user of the Earth Flame, which only descendants of Cozarto Simon possessed(supposedly; she didn't think that only a handful of people out of a few billion had the Earth Flame, there had to be more).
She was also going to die at the tender age of five years old. It wasn't something she liked to spend too much time on. After all, she was still technically an infant. Albeit, an infant with the mind of a twenty-four year old woman. It was all rather complicated and Mami preferred napping to thinking.
Honestly, though, it terrified her, to think about her inevitable, early death. She didn't want to die again. She would only be five years old. That was far too short of a life. As it was, she could hardly crawl around without assistance. How could she die so soon, when she wasn't even able to walk? How was that fair to her? She was a good person. She didn't deserve the early death that Mami Kozato was fated to have.
So Mami put on her big girl pants(figuratively)and screamed a big 'Fuck you!' to Fate and that was the first time she floated in the air.
It figured that she'd accidentally use her Flame's power when she was six weeks old.
Mami stretched her hand experimentally, an intense look of concentration on her face. Enma stared curiously at her, wondering what the small baby was going to do. Mami flicked her tiny wrist and the rubber ball hovering in the air flew into the wall, bouncing harmlessly off of it. The ball careened towards Enma but stopped before it hit him. Mami frowned and let the ball fall gently into his lap. Enma clapped, an excited grin on his face.
"Mi~! A'gin!" he cooed at her. Mami wanted to sigh but refrained from doing so. She lifted her hand again and picked up the ball. It floated and bobbed in front of her older brother, eliciting joy in him. He squealed and reached for the ball, his small hands trying to grab it out of the air. Mami floated the ball back and forth then let it fall flatly. Her arms were tiny and tired out quickly.
Enma frowned and glanced at his sister. He pulled himself to a stand and waddled over to her crib. Mami slid to her bottom, the motion jarring her body painfully. She choked back tears and instead flopped onto her side, exhausted.
"Mi? You tired?" Enma asked, tilting his head. Mami made a noise of agreement that Enma took as confirmation. The two year old's frown deepened. He knew, on some level, that Mami was tired from moving the ball around. He might have started crying, if Mami hadn't reached forward through the bars and loosely gripped his shirt. Her face scrunched together in distaste before she released him.
"Mama!" Enma shouted. Haruka Kozato rushed to her youngest's crib at the cry of her son, eyes wide with panic.
"What's wrong Enma-kun?" she cooed, picking him up and checking him for injuries. Enma, although only two years old, was accident prone and had a habit of falling over and running into things.
"Mi~! Tired! Wanna sleep!" he chirped out, reaching for his sister. Haruka placed a hand over her heart and chuckled. She delicately placed Enma into the crib beside his sister. The two curled up instantly, an adorable sight for their mother.
"Good night i miei bambini," she whispered, tucking the siblings in.
Mami reluctantly closed her eyes as a strange, soothing presence overshadowed her mother's.
Mami's daily training finally paid off when she turned one. There was a small birthday party with her parents and brother. Enma had tripped over something-probably air or his own feet-and knocked the table with the cake and ice cream over. There was a panicked shout, and then Mami had waved her arm and the entire kitchen was floating.
"What's going on Mako-chan?" her mother's voice asked, strangely calm. Makoto turned towards Enma with a frown.
"Enma? Are you doing this?" he asked. Enma shook his head as he floated in the air, calm despite his personality.
"Mami is," he replied, and Mami felt dread pool in her stomach. She gently set everything down, a frown on her chubby cheeks. Above her, the strange presence seemed to bristle. Enma flinched away from it.
"Mami? She's only a baby," Haruka whispered to Makoto, eyes on their daughter. The child pounded her fist impatiently against her high chair. Her face scrunched into a frown as she fussed. She really, really needed to play up the impatient toddler act. A high pitched keen escaped her small mouth and Haruka hurried to shower her in affection. Makoto watched her blankly.
"I don't know. Maybe it was Enma? Well, nothing went wrong this time, so I guess everything is alright," he said with a smile. Mami curled into her mother, calming down at the sound of her heart beat. Haruka frowned in concern but followed her husband's lead. They wouldn't discuss anything in front of the children.
"Come on, sweetie, say Mama!" Haruka cooed at her youngest, waving a toy in her face. Mami frowned at the object and opened her mouth.
"No baby girl, say Papa!" Makoto tried, a gentle smile on his face. Enma blinked up at his parents.
"Mama!"
"Papa!"
"Mama!"
"Papa!"
"Enma!"
"That's right il mio bambino, your name is Enma," Haruka patiently told her son. Enma blinked in confusion.
"I did't say nothing," he told his parents. He pointed at Mami, "Mi did." As one, the adults turned to their one year old.
"Say it again sweetie?" Her mother said, leaning forward. Mami pouted and waved her chubby baby arms around.
"Enma! Enma! Enma!" she chanted, slurring the name slightly. Drool dribbled down her chin and she impatiently tried to wipe it away. Makoto chuckled and cleaned her mouth gently.
"Now we know who her favorite is, right dearest?" he asked his wife. Haruka blew raspberries at him from her position and handed Mami a teething ring. Mami chewed it gratefully, more drool coming out of her mouth.
"Mami really loves her big brother, right Mami?" Haruka asked the baby, who ignored her. She giggled and patted the soft, red curls on the girl's head.
"Mi~! Enma love you~!" Enma cooed, hopping up onto a chair to better see his sister. Mami looked at him, her red eyes lighting up at the sight of him. She let go of the teething ring and tried reaching for him. Frustrated, she smacked her tiny hands against the hard plastic.
"Shh Mami, it's alright. Here," Haruka cooed, picking her daughter up and sitting next to Enma. The redheaded boy fell onto his mother's lap as she cleaned the drool off of Mami's face. Mami huffed and clasped hands awkwardly with Enma. Makoto grinned at the cute scene of his family, just as his cellphone rang.
"It's Adelina-san. She's probably calling about work," Makoto said, his smile slipping into a frown. Haruka hummed and waved him off.
"Go do your stuff, Shimon-sama," his wife teased gently. Makoto laughed and walked out of the kitchen, his phone against his ear. Mami watched with too-intelligent eyes, obviously curious. All she knew was that her father was the ninth Shimon Boss and that he collected art pieces(legally or illegally, she wasn't quite certain).
Mami shrugged it off and returned her attention to Enma. She'd find out sooner or later, she supposed.
A/N: Ah, I hope everyone liked the first chapter of my new story! Honestly, I got the idea after reading a few well-known SI-OC fics(most notably Kyoko by the lovely discoabc)and when on one of my "Enma Kozato needs more LOVE" sprees. It's an overdone thing already, the SI-OC fics, but I wanted to try my hand at trying to FUCK UP the canon timeline. I have two other SI-OC fics in the works(see my profile; they both feature SI-OC into Tsuna and Xanxus!)so watch out for those if you'd like! ALSO, the first few chapters of this fic will be several small drabbles strung together, loosely tied or not at all. This is mostly cause I'm not good at writing long chapters about growing up; I prefer short chapters that are To The Point. I'm probably going to have to re-read some things before I get too deep into this. ALSO I have no FUCKING CLUE what to do about Kaoru's mysterious Flame(since it was never revealed canonically.)SOBS wHY is life so hard. Also, I lament the fact that the ONLY canon picture of Mami is from Enma's nightmare? If anyone wants to draw something, go right ahead and let me know!
(Did you notice whAT I DID WITH ENMA'S MOTHER SINCE SHE WAS NEVER NAMED. GO BACK AND RE-READ IF YOU NEED TO)
Some notes:
I miei bambini/il mio bambino: My babies/my baby(specifically boy)
Shimon: I know it's "supposed" to be Simon but there is no 'si' in Japanese. It's 'shi' and I feel that, like Cozart's name transitioned to Kozato, Simon may have transitioned to Shimon to fit the language.