1I don't own Azumanga Daioh.
People question why I act the way I do. "What's wrong with you?" "Do you ever do anything but annoy people?" "Are you stupid?" I get a lot of those types of questions thrown my way. I don't let it get to me, though. I know I'm perfectly fine, and that I would make my mom proud.
When I was little, my mom would constantly pick on me, point out my flaws, pull pranks, and do other non-motherly like actions. When I had a cold she would call me a "wuss" and make me cook for her. My dad would get the same treatment as me from her, which is why he married her. For some reason he liked it.
My mom was so full of energy, there was no way to stop her once she got going. She was constantly playing games, and I always had a fun time around her. Even when she got sick, she was still trying to have fun. Eventually, she got so sick she couldn't get out of bed. During those few months, when I wasn't at school, I was at her bedside. She was asleep most of the time but when she was awake, she still told jokes.
One day, I came home from school and went to her bedside like I did everyday. My mom looked unusually pale and exhausted. She opened her eyes when I sat down on the chair next to her bed and looked at me through teary eyes. I had never seen my mom cry before and was shocked. "You're kind of short for a ten year old," she said in a strained voice, and laughed to herself.
I don't know if it was the comment or the fact that my mom was crying, but I began to cry. "Baka. Don't cry," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. I looked up at her. "I bet you're wondering why I act like this." I nodded. With all the strength and energy she had left, she sat up and rustled my hair, then she laid back down. "I act like this, because it's my way of showing I love you. I want you to be a strong person, and if I go easy on you you'll become weak and never accomplish anything."
I got up from my chair and went over to hug my mom with all the strength my body could muster. "I love you, mom," I said as I clung to her neck.
"I know you do. Promise me, you'll never show weakness or vulnerability to anyone. Always push people into becoming stronger, don't let them become weak. Even if they're dieing, weakness quickens the death process." I let her go and nodded. I went back to my chair and put my head down, a number of tears escaping my eyes. I felt a light tap on my head and looked up to find my mom shaking her head. "Don't cry," she said.
She died later that night. You can say that that day was the birth of Wildcat Tomo. Ever since, I've always kept what my mom told me in mind. I try to make my friends stronger. I must admit, I do take things a bit too far, but I don't know any other way to express my feelings to them. When people ask me why I act like a wildcat, I always respond, "Because I'm Tomo Takino."
Ok, so this is the first fanfic that I've posted. All opinions and reviews are welcome and wanted.