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WARNING: Tuna-fish harm. Mild bullying. Also purple eating people's faces off.
EDIT: As of 12/5/17, this chapter has been edited into something less shitty.
I was five when I first saw a little purple...flame...
It was when I saw a young child around my age getting punched and kicked on the first day of preschool by a couple of six year olds. The poor fellow five year old was whimpering, with tears running down his pudgy little face. I immediately got absolutely pissed. Who had the right to hurt a child? Next thing I knew, the kid was still on the ground, but now he was looking at me fearfully. I then saw in the corner of my eye, the three bullies on the ground, unconscious with their faces scrunched up in agony with what seemed like painful-looking burns. Some were still burning with what looked like... Is that, purple fire!?
As I was mesmerized by the purple fire, the kid from earlier very timidly said, "Th-than-thank y-you v-very much..." I blinked. Turns out, that the kid was Tsunayoshi Sawada, son of the Young Lion, and future Decimo. Huh. I blinked again. So, apparently, while I thought all this, poor Yoshi-chan here was freaking out cause I wasn't responding when he shook my shoulders (softly, cause it's the tuna) and snapped his fingers in front of my face. It was adorable, really.
Kyoko had already headed off to class way before me. She wanted to make a good impression, I suppose. Of course, considering the fact that I was almost late- Shit! I'm 20 minutes late! I dragged tunafishy while running to my class.
We ran inside, me catching Tunas' ghost as it was floating away. Everyone stared at us. "Carry on. It's all good here, I swear." Everyone sweatdropped. Kyoko had a crowd around here, with her smiling her brightest, sparkly smile. "Ohayo, Hikaru-nee!" Kyoko said, as the flowers around here sparkled. "EHHH!?" Oh yeah. Lots of people were surprised, to say in the least.
Tsuna, the dear, was unconscious (cause, you know, a soul leaving a body is a serious thing) but woke up, tripped over Casper's foot, fell flat on his face, tried to get up but hit his head on the edge of a round table, then was knocked out again. It all happened within the span of 30 seconds. While, slightly hilarious, I couldn't help but get pissed as the preschoolers started laughing at him. Then that gave birth to the depressing nickname that followed him to middle school. One of the kids called out, "He is really dame! Why not be called Dame-Tsuna?"
Kids of all ages can be jackasses, ya know? I saw Kyoko, looking happy and smiling with her new friends, laughing at my Tunafish. I felt horrified. Was no one gonna defend Tsuna except me? Speaking of which, the child who came up with that horrid nickname started walking towards the area I was in. Bad, bad move, kid. I may or may not have punched him. Then pressed all the pressure points on his arm. Then the teacher who went somewhere, came back, and saw me in front of a small child who was writhering in pain on the ground. Clearly, to the teacher, I was the one in the wrong here.
That stupid bitch didn't even hear my side of the story. The lady just grabbed my arm, and dragged me out of the room. When we were outside of the class, she lectured me on 'proper female behavior that does not involve fighting.' I snorted, thinking of my likely future with my brother teaching me boxing. She then dragged me by the arm to the Principles' office to call my mother.
She said, "Young lady, your parents need to teach you manners!" I laughed, sounding slightly strained, even to my ears. "Miss, my Mother is all alone as I have never even met my father, has three children to take care of, one who is extremely extreme, another who was a girl reborn into her favorite anime, along with a girl who always has sparkles around her. She also has to juggle work into her schedule along with taking care of her kids. Do you honestly believe she would have the time to teach manners to a five year old when normal five year olds barely remember their early lives?
She was stunned, as no five year old should know what half of those words even mean, nor understand the struggles of being an adult. I had to, as I had to grow up quickly at only age 14.
"May I go back to class, Mrs. Ruiz?"
She nodded, still dazed. (It did not compute.)
I took that chance to go back to class, my shoes making a little pitter patter against the tile flooring as I walked back to class.
The rest of the day went, smoothly, I guess. There was five round tables in my class. Tuna and I sat at one together in the back, while Kyoko sat in the front with the jerks who made fun of Tsuna. Tsu-kun was still partly terrified of me, but wanted to be friends cause of my adamant demand and vibe around that said, "Mess with him. I dare you. Try me you fuckers." The rest of the class (except for the ever oblivious twin of mine) were scared because of what I did to that jackass from earlier.
I walked with Tuna-kun home, while Kyoko went with Onii-Chan. If I had a nickel every time Tuna-Chan fell, tripped, slipped, got chased by tiny dogs, rolled down a hill, and got knocked out, I would have a shitload of nickels. By the time we made it to the Sawada residence, the poor fish had so many scrapes and bruises that I felt pain just by looking at them.
Nana opened the door, and said, "Ara Ara! Did you make a new friend Tsu-kun?" He stuttered out a feeble reply and said, "H-hai, okaa-san." She ushered us in, and told us to go to his room while she makes snacks. Oh, and like she always does, she told me to call her Maman.
I sat on his bed, and stared at the future-telling bed sheet. It had rain, falling on a cat who was pissed, with a skylark get pricked by a pineapple, with cows in the eating in the sunlight. "Tuna-fish?" I called out hesitantly. "Where did you get this sheet?" He looked surprised at me calling him a tuna, but responded anyway. "O-okaa-san made it for me." Wow. Was Nana- sorry, Maman, secretly able to tell the future? Who knows, at this point. Actually, it would make sense as to why she accepted random kids into her household. That, or she is just impossibly oblivious. I don't know what to believe now.
My internal musings were interrupted by a small, timid voice.
"W-would you m-mind I-if I was your fr-friend? Ahh, I'm sorry! I-its ok if y-you don't want to be my fr-friend..." The small child looked down, ashamed of himself. "Why wouldn't I want to be your friend?" He looked up so quickly and so hopeful that we could be friends that it broke my heart. How could someone this nice and kind, be so surprised that I would be willing to be his friend?
I did it.
I gave in to the urge.
I hugged a tuna.
Then he smiled.
A brilliant, better-than-Kyoko's smile. A smile that had an aura of warmth, affection, and most of all, acceptance. I never felt so loved and cared for. "Thank you!" The realization of why Tsuna had the purest Vongola sky flames other than Giotto was obvious to me now. I have a feeling that becoming friends with a Tuna was a good thing. He deserved at least one friend. Now I have come to the moment of, "Oh shit!" I might've accidentally started choking the poor guy during the hug.
Still, the sight of his grin left me feeling giddy, my cold dark heart finally softening.
I left with the lingering effect of his sky flames washing over me in the masses.
Seriously, that with a happy, adorkable, little tunayoshi was enough to melt my heart. Maman had this odd, knowing look in her eye. It was a bit unnerving, to say in the least.
I walked home, pondering my new friendship with a tuna fish. Well, now I could tell Takeshi that I'm friends with a fish. Oh yeah... Ame Yamamoto, an amazing mother and wife, died from a car crash when we were 4. Less than a year ago now, I reckon. Death by a drunk, now-murderer of my aunt and wasn't fully 'there' for the past year, which is why I'm he didn't go to preschool today. I'm hoping to cheer him up, or at least make him smile with my news. With that thought in mind, I decided to take a detour to TakeSushi's before heading home.
Oh no! The dreaded cliffhanger! Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, right? For a poll made for Hikaru's love life, check out my profile. Oh, and since I am now on Spring Break, chapters will come quickly!
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