Notification: Okay, so recently I have been wary of how this year was going to turn up because I did have depression before—like every single year—and wanted to kill myself. Ack! Oh no! Smiles555fofo wanted to commit suicide? Well, when you are a total misfit who is trying to consult with the bright things about life and relentlessly pray to God but is seemingly not getting an answer, what else is a kid supposed to do? Haha, I am just pulling your leg! Like I would actually tell you peoples my personal info in which I full entrusted you to understand. Ha! Like that would ever happen. Anyway, what I really was going to put is that I am going to publish a new story called Catch Me, I'm Falling. It is about 00FEM80, so you better watch out Enma and Yamamoto fans!
Appreciation: Thank you so much for those who have reviewed my story and those who had read my story! I admit, I was quite surprise to see some reviews for this story; I was sure that no one liked the paring 3327, or anything to do with Ryohei. Well, thanks again, you guys!
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Prayer: That people would read and review my stories. AMEN!
For the past three days Tsuna had continued reading—being sucked into the universe of psychological, sci-fi, and adventure with her two favorite characters: Jillian and Gaston—upon her bedroom windowsill without regarding the orange-hooded boy anymore. It had came to her mind that somehow she had managed to catch the attention of him, and probably he was just as curious about her as she was about him. However, her curiosity vanished by the time she seen his face.
The boy did not appear as she had expected him to appear. His face, in fact, was much…friendlier than what her assumptions predicted. His eyes were livelier yet had a tinge of drowsiness, but his grin was wide and bright, almost to fight away the drowsiness. Nevertheless, she did somewhat anticipated that he would be tanned—either from his constant running that was darkened along the way or his other fighting exercises outside with his teacher or fellow fighting students. But what she didn't think about was the color of his hair; it was fairer than hers but scruffier—like a mutt.
Tsuna gave an internal sigh and hung her head. That boy—that orange-hooded boy was definitely not what she had expected him to appear as. Somewhat disappointed, she couldn't help but feel as if she had wasted her time situating upon the windowsill just because she was consumed by wonderment. The orange-hooded boy was mysterious and she wondered what he would look like; and now she knows.
He looks like some happy guy determined to do something instead of a guy who was driven with ambition and had a stoic expression. It wasn't that it really mattered on what his face was, but it was troublesome to know that she estimated the character wrong. And here she thought that after reading long chapters of Journey To The Sun, she might obtained an ability to theorize persona based on his routine. Apparently, a couple chapters won't do as much.
But what was more was that he not only revealed his face, but smiled and waved at her. So it appears that she acquired a friend who she wasn't intending on befriending. Perhaps someday talk to him personally, but not befriend him. Although she could always read somewhere else—the backyard, the couch, the bed where the window was nowhere near it. However, she usually reads there, so what difference would it make if she doesn't read there or not? Plus, the lighting was a hundred percent ideal reading light. But she didn't really want to observe the orange-hooded boy again, thus came to one conclusion: neglect him. Completely, and utterly ignore his existence. If he waves, do not react. If he smiles, do not react. Even if he comes by riding a unicycle whilst wearing a ridiculous clown outfit, get a glimpse, and then do not react.
Okay, she cannot stifle her reaction, especially to the clown one. Observing those feet that lightly take a step and another step, the way his arms swing back and forth, and how the vibrant pigment of his sweater catches her eyes was a routine that her life had adjusted comfortably to. So there was no way that she could suddenly make amends to it. Nope. But she could always neglect the waves and the smiles, but the clown thing is something that she has got to see…if he ever does it that is.
But it still dismayed her that her theory previously was disproven, and there weren't anymore reasons to scrutinize the boy from a distance. And she didn't quite want to become friends with him, if that was possible, since her main goal was to befriend people of the same gender and age as her so that they she could finally be involved into what girls would daily talk about: boys, clothes, cake, and whatever they like. But perhaps it wouldn't be too bad if she did become friends with him, but he was to make the first approach. If he didn't, then she wouldn't bother herself coming to him.
"Gaston leaned against a tree and looked up. "Don't take too long; the coaches will lecture me if I don't bring you back till curfew," his monotone ordered. Then he paused; of course, what did it matter if he spoke to her or not? She didn't know how to speak or the language. How idiotic he felt.
"When Jillian averted her attention to Gaston, her eyes confused, Gaston shot her a meaningful glare. By the time the girl hastily turned away, Gaston mused how much simpler it would be if she understood his commands; that way it wouldn't feel as if he was talking to a brick wall the entire time. But if she did knew what words he was saying, would she listen? The young man shook his head. Obviously, the little mutant freak was too much of an imbecile to comprehend anything, so far as he observed. However, the coaches believe otherwise; they concluded that Jillian was evolving into a remarkable and intelligent being. What farce!"
Tsuna licked her dry lips and flipped to the next page. Her eyes scanned each word that described about Gaston averting his attention to his responsibility—Jillian—curiously exploring the forests close to the faculty, the organization that was currently studying Jillian and keeping her in safe hands away from the antagonists who desired to research the organisms of the angel-figured test subject.
As she continued to another paragraph, her mother called, "Tsu-chan! Can you check the mail?"
"What? Now?" Tsuna called back, repressing a groan.
"Please! I'm busy with dinner!"
Tsuna paused, frowning, and then sighed, "Okay!"
"Thanks, Tsu-chan!"
Tsuna closed her book and went downstairs. She peered into the kitchen, seeing her mother actually occupied with dinner, and retreated back to the living room and to the door. She sighed again when her hand reached to the knob. Has she become lazy during the vacation? Perhaps, but it wasn't anything new, of course. However, rather than using her time lounging about, she was concentrating on her reading—bewildering but oh-so true. She had to pause her reading session on checking the mail; argh, couldn't she do this later? Well, with her mother busy…oh well. If she quickly finishes this, then she could return to her book.
She opened the door and idly strolled to the mailbox. It has been at least a week ever since her mother brought in mail from the box, so probably there was something in it. She sighed again, feeling pathetically lazy of the situation, which could be completed easily.
Tsuna opened the lid and brought of envelopes—probably bills and other things. Then one envelope caught her attention. "You must be kidding me—Namimori Middle School?" she muttered. "I thought she said that I would be attending Deimon Middle…" Suddenly she halted; a single glimpse of a familiar figure and color made her even more attentive.
"Oh no," she whispered. That running stance, that posture, that color…it couldn't be...The orange-hooded boy! Oh no! What should she do? Should she let him pass by? Should she ignore him? Should she? What should she do? What if he stops and begins talking to her? What would she say?
First things first, run away.
Tsuna quickly gathered the mail and slammed the lid shut. Unfortunately, while doing so, the papers littered to the ground from her arms. She let out a frustrated cry and hastily picked them up after glancing at the orange-hooded boy, who appeared to come closer and closer with a short amount of time. Jeez! He is fast! It was as if he was running instead of jogging like how he usually does in the evenings.
When all the papers were in her arms, she bolted inside the house and closed the door. This time, she freely allowed the mail to fall out of her hold as she slumped against the door, her chest thumping as she heavily panted.
"Tsu-chan," her mother exclaimed from the kitchen, "is everything all right?"
"Fine, mom," she said. "There was just a…a dog wandering on the streets. I think it was a stray."
"Oh, well then, be careful, honey. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Okay, I will."
This was more serious than she thought.
The only time that the orange-hooded boy does not appear is not during the evenings. Probably. But the chance is possibly high—or medium. Or low…
Either way, Tsuna was becoming more and more uncomfortable reading upon the windowsill and decided to walk around the neighborhood for a bit. Tsuna's mother agreed to the idea enthusiastically, thinking that her daughter might be able to find herself a friend so that her stay in Namimori wouldn't be so bad. However, Tsuna was reluctant about her obtaining a friend without going to school. How would she find a girl about her age around here? And why would she want to randomly come up to her and ask her hand in friendship?
"I'm off," Tsuna called, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
"Take care!" Nana said, waving.
Once outside, she looked to her left and then to her right. The coast was clear of orange-hooded boys. Then she felt an impulse to smack herself. Why was she getting so paranoid over a simple wave and smile of that guy? Obviously he was trying to be friendly and yet she reacted as if he was a cockroach! Well…how often do guys do that to her? Be nice to Dame-Tsuna? And they haven't even met properly yet! What if he was a creeper?
Tsuna vigorously shook her head, definitely not liking the subject to think about. She walked down the street, the same way the orange-hooded boy would jog to. It made her curious of what could be on the other side and where it leads him. Perhaps a park? Perhaps a nearby ramen shop? Perhaps his own neighborhood? …Argh, Tsuna thought, it probably wouldn't be a good idea going on this path…
But when she peered over to see what it was, it wasn't a neighborhood but a school. There was a sign in front of the gates that read 'NAMIMORI MIDDLE SCHOOL'. Tsuna blinked and looked up at the building, her eyes gazing upon the school that she was going to attend at once the vacation was over. A bubbling sensation tingled in her stomach; she was rather nervous thinking of going to a new school with new people around her. How different would it be here? Would people be nastier? Would people be nicer? How would it differ?
She slowly treaded next to the gray concrete walls that fenced the school until she reached to the ends of it. Later, she was in a little shopping district. There was a store that sold notebooks, pencils, and erasers with adorable cartoon animals; allured by the cuteness, Tsuna bought some.
The next destination was park, which was infested with mothers and their children. An unoccupied bench was situated before a playground, which Tsuna had taken a seat on. She shifted comfortably and pulled out Journey To The Sun from her bag; since the orange-hooded boy wasn't here, she wouldn't be distracted and could persist on reading. She opened to where the gum wrapper marked the section and read in a low whisper.
"The boy groaned in frustration as he stalked through the gnarled branches of dead bushes and thinking about the test subject's careless wanderings. How far could she have gone? Idiotic monster, Gaston thought, idiotic mutant brat. Why did she even go further without his supervision?
"He narrowed his black orbs in concentration. He needed to find Jillian before Sonya comes; otherwise, he won't be able to see her for another while."
Something orange was there!
"Hiii!" Tsuna toppled out of her seat and quickly looked up. Oh…it was just a little boy wearing an orange jacket. She hoisted herself on the bench and ran her fingers through her hair, feeling foolish. Why would he be here right now? He couldn't possibly job through this park—
Something that has mutt-like hair!
"Hiii!" Tsuna toppled out of her seat and hastily dove into a bush, which she was not aware of the strange glances she was receiving from the children who stopped playing.
Peeking through the brambles, Tsuna's eyes widened when it really was the orange-hooded boy! Except he wasn't wearing his orange sweater, but in its place was a blue shirt. Though he still had a bandage upon his nose and his fists wrapped up. Then she noticed something that she never noticed before; there was a scar on his head. Was it there before? Tsuna's eyebrows furrowed as she wondered.
Then her eyes averted to the figure next to him—a girl. A really pretty girl with big eyes and short fair hair. The two were walking, smiling, laughing, and were having a great time.
"Oh," Tsuna whispered, "he had a girlfriend."
"The girl tilted her head, her long glossy red hair cascading over her shoulders. "Who is this, Gaston?" her sugary voice questioned. She owlishly blinked her wide emerald eyes with curiosity.
"Gaston looked at the girl, and then back to Jillian, who appeared to be a plain sight compared to Sonya. "This is Jillian, the successful chimera experiment that was being tested under illegal regulations."
"Sonya gasped lightly. "A successful chimera? I—I thought those wings were, you know, decorations or something!"
""Well, they're not. Full time wings with bones and feathers and all," Gaston muttered.
""No way!" Sonya brought her face closely with Jillian's, not aware that she was making the smaller girl tensed. "Wow, her eyes are such a pretty color: amber or orange," she commented, awed.
""And yours are green. How often are peoples' eyes green?" the boy snorted.
""Several," she sniffed. She straightened out her back and smiled pleasantly. "Hi there! I'm Sonya, Gaston's soon-to-be-bride."
""You wish."
""I could say the same to you."
"Jillian, confused, glanced at Gaston's way. Gaston saw her stare and sighed. "Jillian's uneducated; she cannot understand languages and cannot read."
"Sonya's eyes widened with disbelief. "What? Then how do you communicate with her?"
""For starters, her mind is processing information like an infant. Eventually she would come to understand things. But for now, we treat her like any dumb baby." Gaston crossed his arms and huffed. "Apparently, the captains thought it would be a good idea making me into a babysitter."
""And what a wonderful babysitter you would be," Sonya laughed. "Well, just in case you come to understand our language later, I was kidding about marrying Gaston in the future. Who would?""
Tsuna closed her book, placing a mark on the next chapter. She set it on the stand beside her bed and turned off the lamp.
Today's chapter was interesting; a new character was portrayed. Sonya, apparently a close friend of Gaston's, appeared. Tsuna didn't really like the girl because it sounded as if she was intruding the growing bond between Gaston and Jillian. Was she going to interfere? Was she going to be a nuisance? Well, so far she behaved civilized and kind enough. A bit too friendly though.
Perhaps that was how Sonya's personality was supposed to be? If that was the case, how in the world was it possible for a stoic and brash boy to befriend a cheery and bright girl? Did that even resort to logic? It could have been much simpler for Gaston to establish a relationship with the quiet Jillian than the out-going Sonya. Was this a fluke that the authoress conjured accidentally?
Were the other readers surprised like how she was? And just how surprised Jillian was when Gaston hugged back the eccentric girl who wrapped her arms around his neck? Tsuna frowned in thought. How could Gaston allow this girl touch him when he glared at Jillian when she was just six inches close to him? And just because she was not rejected experiment and was not human, did that give him a full reason as to why he despised the winged girl?
"Gaston," Tsuna grumbled, pouting, "you are such an idiot."
She pulled the covers over her head and shut her eyes. Tonight, she thought, would be the night that she would try to completely forget about what had happened today: the orange-hooded boy and his girlfriend walking happily in the park. It reminded her somewhat of Gaston and Sonya, with the exception of the jogger's possible attitude. If she calculated right this time, the orange-hooded boy could be quite the opposite of Gaston. However, she had a feeling that his girlfriend could be like Sonya, who already was just as pretty as her. And because of the sight that was similar to the relation of Gaston and Sonya, Tsuna felt discontent.
Then she blinked. Wait, she could be over-thinking things…What if the girl wasn't his girlfriend?
Notification: The second to the next chapter would be much better! I promise. But for now, I'm working on Tsuna familiarizing with her surroundings and the supporting characters than jumping to the heroine's destined lover, the orange-hooded boy. Ha ha…Destined lover? Well, this is about 33FEM27 with some 18FEM27. PLEASE STAY TUNED!
P.S: Did you figure out who was that girl Sasagawa was with?
