"Show class, have pride, and display character. If you do, winning takes care of itself." -Paul Bryant


The first day of school had arrived quicker than I had wanted.

Our adoptive parents hugged and kissed our foreheads before practically shoving us out the car and in front of the school. Damn, they must really want half the day to themselves. Randall made jokes of us growing too fast(even though it's only been several months since we were adopted...) and Angela seemed to be patiently waiting for us to say our goodbyes until school finished.

Eventually they left and we were left with the other children walking into the school. Loud chattering increased as we made it into the doors and into the hallways. I viewed the upperclassmen first, before gently tugging my adopted brother by the sleeve through the halls to his classroom. Straight down to the left...Left...

"Assistant, if something happens...Come get me. I'll beat the heck out of anyone who teases you." I whisper to my sibling as we were arrived at the classroom door. The small blond wearing a bright yellow hat beside me stared ahead. His face was blank, but he managed to give his signature nod. "Remember, you're very smart. Demolish the competition and get to the top of the class. If anyone has problems with that, including the teacher, get me immediately. I'll do something." Ah, it's nice having a brother to depend on you. He probably won't do that, but I might as well offer him a shoulder to lean on.

Another nod from him and it was time to leave. Hesitant for the discomfort, I pulled him in for a hug. The pins and needles pricked and rolled all over my skin like spheres but I pretended they weren't there. I let him go after a minute and gazed at the door in front of us before viewing my brother's calm form. "Smell you later. Mkay?" I grinned at the remote unamused look that had crossed his face before bolting to my own classroom's direction.

It almost hurt, leaving Assistant on his own to face other children his age. Yet, I have the sneaking feeling he'll be just fine.

Here it is. The sounds of children conversing immediately hit my sensitive hearing before I laid a hand on the knob. My arm froze and I felt my heart clench at the possible futures this new life could lead me. Horrible scenarios, ideas and expulsion shook my legs and laughed with glee as my fear and dread continued to grow. Calm down...It's just an elementary school.

I took a deep breath, taking in the rich oxygen an asthmatic couldn't ever get enough of. I let my lungs relax after breathing out, relaxing to a degree and going stoic faced.

I twisted the knob and threw open the door to my main classroom for the year. The door hit the wall with a loud slam, sending the classroom into a period of quietude. After a few steps in, I could feel the stares of many. It made me highly uncomfortable, and so I refused to meet their gazes. My feet continued pulling my body along as the children between the rows of the desks eyed with care while some glared in annoyance. I took note the teacher was in the room and ignored the panic building up in my throat. Whoops.

I found my seat near an empty seat by the window in the back. My tail swished while I quietly sat and stared out the glass. Eyes remained and a few threatened to prob my mask in order to set aflame fires of anger. Darn, this view isn't too good. I can hardly see the clouds. This is why school sucks.

The teacher cleared her throat, but I didn't look forward.

"I'm Yuki-Sensei...And I'll be…" I didn't bother to listen to the rest of her introduction. My core soon cooled with relief upon noticing my actions won't be punished due to quieting the class. It appears our teacher had trouble controlling the excited children before I had come along. I only did it to save my poor ears, but you're welcome.

My tail sharpened and my nose caught a whiff of something familiar, yet not. It was an emotion, a very strong one. The aura was starting to fill the classroom, and while normal humans couldn't see it without looking; my senses were able to pick up on the strong traces of fear with an underlying layer of caution. A dangerous combination. Who would harbor such emotion in a classroom? Is it because of a past bully?

I scanned the room until I found the source. He was an ordinary elementary child, like I was supposed to be. The boy had raven hair in a neat bowl-cut style to symbol some type of unique attribute despite his normal appearance. He was in a cold sweat, eyes frozen while his hands gripped his legs in fright. It took me a moment of thinking to finally catch where his gaze lingered on. I looked in front of me, then the back...

Oh wait, is he looking at me? I blinked at him, and it forcefully tore him out of the trace he was in. The odd boy tensed, frozen in place at being caught staring.

Why is he afraid of me? I didn't do anything besides throw the door open with force. A few moments passed between us, and while he was halfway across the room; the teacher's words fell on deaf ears as our silent meeting continued. While the other children listened closely, we were locked in a silent confrontation. A single possibility decided to pop up at that very moment.

...Did his parents tell him people with dark skin are trouble?

With that single thought; I became defensive immediately. I scowled at the other, tail lashing, and the Japanese bowl-cut boy swiftly turned away out of terror raiding his senses.

The fear continued to radiate off him but I could tell he was trying to conceal it. Tough. I don't care. When is school over again?

The clock demonstrated only ten minutes had passed since I've arrived.

Uugh.

My mind swam with daydreams; [a flying Yosafire performing tricks over a shimmering lake. Moonlight shining, crickets chirping; the sky sparkling with tiny lights of fire. My hand would dip in the water before throwing a handful of the substance into the air to view the gleams of light on each individual drop of H2O. The setting is just right. The wind is cool on my face and wings, a smile forming due to the right weather and-]

"...Ascot-san? Could you get up and introduce yourself?" My teacher's voice severed my daydream with a clean cut. She was holding some sort of paper which I guess had our names and other information. I rubbed my blurry eyes from the sleepy weights and covered my mouth from yawning. My drooping tail straightened while I stood. My feet stumbled upon getting out of my seat but otherwise I was able to stand straight.

Might as well put on the act.

A friendly grin stretched across my face as I shot a peace sign to the many children in the room. I caught the raven haired boy avoiding my face entirely. "Hello! I'm Ascot Yosafire. I got a unique name!" A careful laugh then a light scratch on the cheek for innocence. The tense silence lessened from my cheery tone. "...I come from the United States, so it's a bit hard getting used to Japanese culture, but hey! One step at a time!" I chirp before giving a friendly wave. "I like to adventure a lot too, but you know; there's always dangers to that. Like getting hurt and stuff." I then sat down, finishing my greeting with a satisfied smile remaining on my face.

The quietude had remained.

"Thank you, Ascot-san!" Yuki-sensei sounded genuinely thrilled at my playful intro. My face warmed at her appreciation. I shrunk back in my seat and gave a light giggle, while the other children seemed to smile warmly at me; most of the students here seemed accepting of my presence. Except that kid over there. Once the attention left me and the next child got up to speak; I glared over at the one whose eyes refused to meet mine. I could tell he was doing his best not to show any obvious shows of fear.

I eventually left him alone. Because soon it would be your turn to introduce yourself…

And I was right. A smug grin stretched on my lips as the shadows of dread began to sweep over a certain raven haired brat. He looked too stiff to move, and the added eyes of his classmates didn't aid in this stage fright. The boy stared at his desk, hands clenched. The air tasted of salt and confusion. 'What's wrong with him?' Children would think. 'Why doesn't he speak already?' They would question.

I know how that feels; the crushing weight of pressure and anxiety when the spotlight is suddenly pulled onto you. It's not pleasant unless you're prepared, am I right?

I almost felt guilty from the delight I was getting from his pain. It's difficult to feel guilt for someone you didn't care for. At the moment I only saw the other kid as a faceless tramp like the rest of the children here. All I had to do was show a bit of cheerfulness to say I was friendly. Ordinary children tend to like playful people. However, a shy personality will...

Yuki-sensei finally took ahold of the situation and gently smiled toward the deer in headlights kid. "It's okay if you don't want to say anything. Just your name is fine." My heart-shaped tail lashed with flames of dislike at the escape provided for the seemingly brittle kid. The boy in question gave a slight nod and managed to work his vocal cords.

"Kageyama...Shigeo." His voice was softer than what I expected. Was it to blend in with his appearance? To combine and give an almost non-existent presence... I watched the bowl-cut kid now known as Shigeo, slowly sit down. He stared at his desk while the other children began to silently label him. The raven haired didn't seem to care, or ignored their staring.

With that, I had learned the name of my newest enemy.

Kageyama Shigeo, I'll be sure to remember it.


The first week of school had gone by as slow as a turtle. By Friday afternoon; I was just about done with my classmates and their childishness. There were innocent comments I don't want to repeat, but that wasn't the worst of it. Whining, disputes for the stupidest reasons...Etc. The whole ordeal drove me crazy, but I had to grin and bare it. Yosafire wouldn't allow any of that deter her, and since I was technically that very same cheerful demon; I had to keep up. Quite a few of the children attempted to befriend me, but I only saw them as acquaintances. They were too immature to talk too, and a even one of them was a try hard. The 'try hard' was a pretty Japanese girl with dark hair and blue eyes rivaling my sibling's.

What was her name again? Tsu… Tsundere? Wait no…

Her friendliness rivaled my own fakeness to a degree of a need for avoidance. I refused to get close. Fake friends at this age? No thank you. Her very aura is terrifying. It was almost as if she wanted to be perfect and popular; I can't handle people like that. She even made a grab for my hands, which I shrieked when I just narrowly dodged the cursed fingers. My actions confused her but this set off another red flag for me.

And so it appears I would be alone for the year. This is fine.

As for the enemy… He doesn't seem to be doing much.

I've been watching my enemy's movements in case he was planning something. He's been...Harmless, docile even. Kageyama Shigeo had been avoiding me since the first day. He wouldn't come within five feet of my presence. It's obvious he didn't like me, with the few times I've caught him shuddering whenever my name is called or mentioned. It would be easier to accept his behavior if I didn't feel he was avoiding me because of my mocha skin color.

It's bad enough I have to deal with heavy stares and awkwardness of being the only foreigner in a group. It happened everywhere except for my home with my adoptive family.

At least I was walking to the car now, with my brother in tow. He didn't like school either. It's in his impassive face. His mouth was curled downwards by the slightest millimeter. As other children hurriedly passed us, we remained in a slow pace.

"So…" I began with a sigh as we turned the corner in the hall and left out the door. I watched crows fly by as we descended from the few stairs leading to the building's entrance. Assistant glanced toward me to indicate he was listening. "Make any friends?"

The calm quietude remained as we continued to stroll along. Loud children giggled and yelled with newly made friends or old buddies. Assistant's eyes lingered on the ones genuinely having a good time before looking away. The blond sluggishly shook his head. I accepted this response and hummed in wonder. My colorful tail flicked upwards once before steadying in the air.

I gave him a rough pat on his hat, pushing his head downwards while I looked out for our car. "Guess we're in the same boat." Well, sort of. I didn't exactly 'try'. I think you would at least. I had faith in my sibling. He'd be a good companion to a true friend. Hopefully he'll find that person early and the two would get along. I hope so. My brother really did need some friends. As much as I'd prefer him sticking with his family only, a few people outside from us would be healthy for him.

"Well, when we do make friends. Let's remember family is just as important. Mkay?" I whistled, gazing at the white clouds. I began to think of a familiar face. It came out blurred but I was strangely okay with that. Whoops, no good. I can't picture my older brother's face. Has it really been that long? It's only been about a year since I woke up in this body. This is still a bit unreal, I swear.

It took me a moment to realize my sibling began tugging me by my sweater toward the familiar vehicle of our adoptive parents. Both showed up to take us home, and honestly; my heart purred at the warmth. Randall waved eagerly with a grin on his face, and Angela's eyes held relief for our confirmed safety. My sibling's hand was careful not to touch my skin, and the a gentle force to guide me is proof that he cared about my mental health and ability. My mind whispered how they wouldn't leave me for dead, or abandon one of their own for something trivial. Ah, I think I care about my adopted family more than my original.

"Okay." Assistant faintly promised as we got into the car.

And at that moment, my grin hadn't been more genuine.


When we got home, dinner went by smoothly after there were questions of how our first week went. Randall looked concerned about our lack of friends once the topic was brought up, but Angela was quick to reassure him we'd make friends at our own pace. Assistant was silent as usual, and I was simply just tired. After finishing my food at the same time as my sibling, I glanced over to him with a yawn.

"Yo Assistant, wanna watch a movie before we go to sleep?" Yes or no, I didn't really care. I could feel the heaviness of sleep pull at my sides and eyelids, but why should I sleep so early? It's Friday night for petes sake! I should be doing games, but many of the game systems I love to play aren't out yet.

Assistant gave a bob of his head at the offered activity. He brushed a few strands of blond hair out his face before giving a slight wave to our still seated guardians and left to the other room.

Oh, so he wants to brush his teeth first. He was cleaner than I was, apparently.

"Night." I told Randall and Angela before strolling out the doorway and to the room with the television. My hand reached for the pile of movies in the cabinet next to the device. Even if I was tired, I could view the titles without the words blurring.

I picked out my brother's favorite movie about aliens before throwing it into the DVD player.

By the time I looked to the couch; the soft structure was covered in a blanket and pillows. Assistant had already sat down, ocean colored eyes already on the flickering television. He was dressed in yellow pajamas our guardians had brought him two weeks ago. I bit back an amused laugh before joining him on the sofa. My tail curled around my waist to be comfortable as I relaxed in the mountain of pillows. With a swift movement, Assistant wrapped a blanket around the both of us as the movie began to start.

Ten minutes in and I was already drifting off. The music and sounds coming from the television resounded around the room like a lullaby despite the audio being the exact opposite. My mind was fuzzy and full with a certain goal. Mrrhh…

I would've fought it, but I was too exhausted from the whole week. Night… My mind whispered to itself as I descended into natural darkness. I heard my sibling shift on the couch but everything quickly went silent.


I eventually woke up in my bed, safely tucked in. My window reflected sunlight and my room was a bit brighter from the light from outside. Oh, it's Saturday. What was I going to do on a lone Saturday? I could play outside with Assistant. However he wasn't much of an outdoor person unless it involved a bunch of nature. I'll just ask him.

And so I left the bed's warmth.

The smell of bacon and eggs hit my nose and I sped to the kitchen to have first dibs. I eventually reached my destination and was greeted to the sight of Randall setting up the table. He looked tired, his eyebrows furrowed in concern of thought. I approached the table and climbed into a chair. My legs dangled from the height as I finally sat up straight. He looked a bit stressed about something. Work? Still, I appreciate the warm breakfast.

" 'Morning!" I chirped, and Randall finally noticed my presence. A warm smile crossed his face at my cheerfulness.

" 'Morning." Randall echoed before scooping a plate of food for me and setting it in front of my hungry form. A cup of orange juice was then put next to the plate as I eagerly dug in. It took me a few minutes of peaceful noiselessness to notice two members of our family were absent. Randall had already taken a seat at the table, content with just a cup of juice.

"Where is everyone?" I questioned while my mouth was still full of bacon. Those words were probably muffled, but Randall somehow understood me perfectly.

"Your brother is sick, so your...Mother is looking after him." He studied my expression, but I didn't react. I don't understand why Randall suddenly decided to study my body language after his statement. Was he testing something?

"Sick? What's he sick with?" I didn't know what illness could plague my sibling at this age besides the common cold, and hopefully it was just that. If he suddenly got diagnosed with Asthma or something similar lasting a lifetime; I'd have my own heart attack. He was just fine yesterday….

"It's just a cold. Thankfully." Randall sighed, but I could tell he was still distressed about Assistant being ill. It actually warmed my heart. It's nice to know my adoptive father cared.

I finished up my eggs and offered a piece of bacon to my caretaker. Randall declined with a light laugh as I stuffed the remaining breakfast into my mouth and chewed. I scrambled out of the chair. "I'm gonna go check on them." Although I'm sure Angela is fine. My feet moved swiftly out of the kitchen, and I heard Randall's next words right before running out of earshot.

"Okay, just don't catch your brother's cold! You'd give poor Ange and I a heart attack." There was an amused tone to his voice which resulted in light snickers from my throat.

I made my way to my sibling's room in the matter of seconds. I could smell his aura around here, although it was fainter than a few days ago. Damn, I guess you really are sick. The scent of each individual soul remained smelling strong when healthy, but tasted faint upon the body being sick. These demon senses were a bit confusing, but helpful at times too.

I strolled right in, viewing Assistant half asleep on his bed, exhausted. His tiny body was fighting off the pathogens invading and the fight left him drained. I could tell that much. My brother had a fever, but refused to sleep. Angela carefully placed a damp rag on my sibling's forehead. His blond locks were messier than usual; and the strands of hair which usually floated, seemed limp.

That doesn't look fun. This is the second time I've seen him sick though. The first was around the second month in the orphanage. Heh, I can recall running back and forth to care for his sick butt. Only because no one else seemed to care. A faint sting on my wrists brought my attention of my nails digging into my skin. Ouch. I quickly released the pressure and stalked over to the two.

I stood beside Angela and lightly tugged her nightgown to get her attention. It worked, and the woman's eyes tiredly gazed over to mine. "Oh, Yosafire…" Stressed, just like her husband.

I warmed at her concern, and I knew if Assistant wasn't so out of it; he'd also be appreciative.

"Hiya!" I whispered in a jolly tone. "Guess he's sick, huh?" I studied my sibling's face a little longer. There was a smell on him I could hardly identify, but it smelled something like kid's medicine. Cold hearts gripped my heart but I remained smiling. He might die from something so trivial. If people don't take care of their health; it might kill you the next minute. Like, if you don't have your medicine on you when the situation goes bad-

"I'm afraid so. Don't worry too much, he's in good hands." Angela's words silenced my thoughts with a slam dunk. I stared dumbly at her for a few seconds before giving her a thumbs up. My increased breathing had slowed to a normal pace.

Thanks. I'm counting on you. I trusted Angela not to do anything rash, or mistreat him. Why would she do so if Angela had done nothing but shower us in love? Randall practically spoiled us, and their close friend(his name is 'Henry.') offered nothing but kindness. This is different. I guess I don't mind leaving my sibling in your care.

"Mom?" I asked for her innocently, and her jolt of astonishment made it all the more worth it.

"Yes?" While Angela kept it together, her eyes were showing inner emotions. Her smile seemed to be a lot brighter than usual. My vision however, was focused on her eyes; the gate to the inside. I saw many things. Yet; there was something visible to the naked eye.

Pft, are those tears in her eyes? D'aw.

"I was gonna take Assisant to the park today, but he's sick. Can I go to the park?" To be honest, I just want to swing on the swings right now. Are there even swings? Might as well go check it out. I can look for areas my brother might like. Ah, if they let me go after all. My new parents seem to be protective in their own ways.

Angela was too smitten to disagree though, an almost wobbly smile plastered on her face. "You have a 'yes' from me. If Randall also agrees, you may go. Just have him go with you." She told me with a firm tone at the end. Angela only wanted me to be careful, and didn't trust my young self on my own. I'll take this chance. I leaned forward, flicking Assistant's head lightly with a piece of cloth of the blanket. I got a reaction out of him, even if it was faint. The ill boy's nose twitched in distaste.

"Feel better, okay?" I murmured with a smile. Ocean blue eyes twinkled weakly in promise. Assistant was still out of it, but I could tell he wanted to hurry up and be healthy again.

I grinned at my brother's wordless response and rushed off to ask my male guardian. I quickly darted the question forwards, expecting an immediate response.

"I guess we could...For two hours at most, I might just add in another if you make a friend." Randall grinned over at me while I squinted my eyes back with a challenging glint.

Probably not gonna happen, but you can hope. I mentally countered, but my easygoing grin remained.

"Come on then kiddo!" Randall's upbeat voice followed him out the door.

I quickly followed, my tail waving lucidly in delight. We made sure to lock the house's door before marching off to our short distance trip's destination.

When we arrived at the entrance the simple playground; I immediately noticed the presence of other children. Cries of untroubled fun and giggles of joyful laughter seemed to resound around the area minute after minute. It wasn't too crowded, but the small groups of children was enough to make me uncomfortable. Well, that's to be expected. It's Saturday. Yet; I knew this would be a long two hours. I did not intend to friend any of these immature kids.

Randall gently pushed me forwards with a hand. I would've freaked out if he touched my skin, but because the contact was quick and light on the back of my clothing; I only felt a light sting of awkward prickles.

With two steps in, I could feel the carefree atmosphere become disrupted. It was as if my mere presence changed the games, ended all conversations, and ripped a hole through space and time for all humans in the park to just drop everything and direct all their attention on us. The stares were heavy and uncomfortable. I didn't like the several gazes watching, waiting for some kind of cue.

Despite being outside, I couldn't breathe properly. It was as if my asthma had come back, and taking a breath of oxygen was near impossible with how tight my bronchioles where. The suffocation would soon set in, and everything would go black. The weight is too much. Why can't I breathe? Where is my-

"C'mon Yosa. Can I push you on the swings?" Randall's calm cool voice snapped me out of my horrible trance. I wordlessly nodded, eventually noticing my hand gripped tightly onto my guardian's shirt. He didn't seem to mind or say anything, and for that, I was thankful.

Randall's shine never wavered even as the other adults whispered. A few children occasionally questioned why I looked so different, compared to my guardian. Mothers hushed the obnoxious young'uns and I closed my ears off from them. My tail had curled protectively around my waist as we walked further into the park.

I finally sat in one of the swings in the corner.

I also saw one of the other children pointing straight at me. I didn't need to hear what was being said. My sensitive hearing caught 'color' and red hot blood rushed to my face.

An eye belong to me, twitched.

Randall suddenly blocked most of them out of my line of vision. He stood in front my small form; his warm aura was enough to distract my frustration. "Ready to soar?" A playful grin was stretched across my guardian's face as usual. I realized his luminous self outshone the judging atmosphere. Randall's lively atmosphere was simply too comfortable to ignore. Grins are contagious, and so I ended up throwing my own.

"Yeah! Go for it! Make sure I don't fall though. Heights aren't really my thing…" I giggled at the end, a brighter smile shining when Randall tossed me a thumbs up.

"All right! Here we go…!"

I held onto the chains holding the swing up, anticipation rising.

My back was lightly pushed, and I was slightly airborne. I relished in the windy lash slapping my face. A laugh escaped my lips as my guardian continued to gently push me on the equipment. Randall was kind about my fear, knowing I was better off being touched by clothing. While my guardian didn't wear gloves; he was careful about upsetting his one of his children. If I were to be sorrowful, this emotion was almost infectious to my sibling and vice versa.

"Having fun yet?" Randall cheerfully questioned. It was easy to tell he was grinning. Our surroundings had disappeared. Right now; it was just Randall and I.

"Yeah!" I replied while kicking my feet in the air. My small limbs dangled in the air while the seat of the swing creaked. With the wind being so comfortable, my wings had unfolded. My flaps curled at the sudden simulation of the cool air, but didn't shy away. The whole fiasco was soothing to my normally closed wings. I never use them so...

I gained velocity but Randall prevented my stunts from going too far by gradually slowing the swing. My ride finally came to stop and I gave my adoptive father my best pout to express disappointment. My uncurled tail lashed several times in different directions.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Ange would kill me if I let you be reckless." Randall laughed but it obviously had some sort of truth to it with the stress beginning to radiate off him.

I found it amusing but I was also frustrated at my interrupted 'Father/Daughter time'. My wings had already curled back into its folded shape to protect itself. If the cool wind had stopped pelting my forelimbs, then there was no point to keep them exposed. "D'aw, but I wanted to be on the swings more…" I attempted the puppy eyes trick. "Please?"

Stretching my wings from time to time is important.

Randall innocently whistled while watching the birds flying above. His chasteness reflected off his body language, and his eyes reflected a lack of attention.

I bit my tongue, unsure whenever to laugh or kick him.

You damned jerk. I decided to do the 'Yosafire' choice and opened my mouth in betrayal.

"Wha? That's cruel! Noo!" I whined.

"Then...Can I play with you?" A new chipper voice joined in. I recognized the speaker, and I purposely hid behind Randall's leg in effort to stay away from the little girl who decided to interrupt us. I dumbly stared at Tsu-something; the girl I avoided like the plague. She was smiling sweetly.

Hell no! Stay back, faker! I silently screamed with a certain blue hedgehog's mindset. This thing has made it past our barrier! It's a monster! Don't listen to her, Randall!

"You want to play with Yosafire?" Randall's relief was almost emitting off him. He even used my full name, something Angela normally did. I could tell he believed this was my chance. In my opinion; I wasn't having it. My eyes narrowed, tossing daggers at my guardian. Is he seriously falling for her obvious ploy?

"Yes! Can Tsubomi play with Yosafire-san?" The small creature with a face of purity gave off an aura of innocence. Ultramarine eyes continued to reflect honest curiosity.

No way. I glared. I know how your kind works. Leave us alone already. Come on Randall! I moved to pull on his shirt.

"Of course! Yosa, be kind to her; okay?" His words froze my hand. My limb refused to budge as my mouth remained gaped. He was being earnest about this. I can't just decline.

Our duo bubble burst into nothingness. A bitter distaste for the situation crept onto my back and curled around my neck. Distaste tightened it's grip on my throat with a hushed cackle. I swallowed the lump keeping my esophagus dry.

"Yeah…" Not that I want to.

"Yay! Let's be friends Yosa-chan!" Oh geez, I already got a nickname from her!

"I'll leave you two to play. I don't want to ruin your fun, heh. I have to call Ange anyway…" Randall trailed off in thought as he walked away to a corner not too far off from the other adults.

Once he was a good distance away; the other little girl took a few steps forward. Now in front of me, she began moving a hand upwards. Time slowed down as I knew this child was going to grab my hand in order to instigate friendliness. The smooth palm was rising up, and slowly coming down like a clock's long hand.

I immediately responded with a defensive tactic.

My palms were suddenly covered in my sweater as I prepared to intercept her advances with clothed fists. For good measure I jumped back and put up a 'defensive' barrier with my arms. Tsubomi response was a confused blink. "I'm very sorry!" I spoke politely before the girl had a chance to open her mouth.

"B-U-T," I paused and used both my fingers to form an 'X' without removing my shield. I looked ridiculous, but oh well.

"I don't like it when anyone touches me! S-So I must ask you not to do it!"

My tail lashed back and forth protectively while dread slowly descended on my small form when Tsubomi frowned. Quietude flooded our small space as white noise pecked at my ears.

"You're weird." Tsubomi commented bluntly, tilting her head to the side like an innocent bystander.

Ouch. My stomach twisted painfully in sync with her words. My tail wouldn't leave the ground. Gravity had pinned my poor thin limb to the dirt.

"But, you're pretty too! You can't be that bad!" Tsubomi beamed with a friendly sparkle. Her sparkles harmlessly bounced off my paperwhite form of distraught. Her own prettiness could distract many from her hurtful words. The damage had already been done however.

Dude...Why didn't you keep your last statement to yourself? Cruel! Children are cruel! I forced a light laugh. "Thanks…" Although I don't value your opinion. I managed to straighten myself and pressed questions. "You're in my class right?" I don't know why you're acting as if we hadn't met before. This isn't your first attempt to greet me.

"Yep! My name is Takane Tsubomi, but you can call me Tsubomi-chan!" Tsubomi fixed her skirt while keeping a firm gaze on mine.

"Right...Just call me 'Yosa' and any honorific you like. Ascot Yosafire is my name." Don't remember it after today. I hope you forget my existence after a month or two. "What do you wanna do?" I inquired, glazing over to my guardian who continued to chat on his phone while occasionally glancing toward us. A few of the mothers were quietly whispering like before, so I dismissed them. I could play with Tsubomi for a bit then leave early. I don't want to be stuck with her for too long.

"Football. My friends said I can't play ball with them." Tsubomi innocently chidded.

"Huh?" I didn't expect her explanation. Curiosity got the better of my subconscious as I involuntarily spoke again. "Why?"

" 'Cause girls don't play sports like football. That's what they said. I can't argue with that." Tsubomi said with a smile, as if such an ordeal didn't matter.

I deeply breathed in, and let carbon dioxide out. I repeated the action. Then, I did it one last time.

"Where are they?" I kept my head leveled, but my fingers felt the effects of harboring the emotion of being livid. Even the gentle breeze couldn't calm my rising temper. Flames of disdain and poisonous hatred for society sprout up from it's roots. The roots curled around Tsubomi and I's toes, and pricked a sensitive barrier of ignorance.

"Huh? Why does that matter?" Tsubomi blinked. She was seemingly unaffected by the slow moving toxin.

"Where?" I grit out, and the girl before me stiffened before releasing a small nervous chuckle. I could tell Tsubomi wasn't too sure of my sudden change in attitude, and didn't want to hang around me for too long. Normally I wouldn't mind this, but this ordeal calls to my attention.

A finger pointed in a direction of rowdy Japanese children playing soccer was all I needed to lock onto my targets. I memorized the group's clothing and heights to make sure not one got away.

"You're coming too." I grunted, and Tsubomi wordlessly nodded despite the uneasiness floating above her head. I walked ahead, and the girl sped up to get beside me. She relaxed into a steady pace after matching mine.

"What are you going to do?" She inquired in puzzlement as we neared the other opposite gender children.

"We're gonna play soccer." I told her with a stoic facet.

"Soccer?" Her voice gained more confusion.

I didn't bother answering her. It's an American thing. The sport was one in the same, and she'll see that in a moment. We finally caught the group of children's attention upon a few feet close to their game. They paused at the newcomer, me. Their stares were heavy and curious, but my back remained straight.

"Yo." I greeted gruffly with my head tilted up. I came to a stop two feet away from the several boys. I curled my lip to add a delinquent look. Beside me; Tsubomi waved cheerfully with a smile, effectively erasing my intimidation effect. I dropped the extra and stretched my neck to cease the strain.

The group shared confused blinks. One even shrugged. A single boy holding a rubber sphere stepped forward to match my height. That didn't do much to unnerve since we were all around the same short height. That, and the fact I was mentally older than him. His appearance demonstrated 'Brat', while mine represented 'Foreigner'. This might be a close battle depending on the mindset and intelligence of these young children. Was this brave soul the leader?

"What do you want?" The courage filled boy questioned with a sharp edge to his tone. His eyes were narrowed and he seemed cocky enough to cross his arms with the ball.

I bet he imitated his mother's voice of authority.

"Huh? Me? Well…" I pretended to play dumb, and this gained a raise out of half the group.

"Just tell us already!" One groaned in impatience.

"We got a game to continue!" Another mumbled in annoyance. "We don't have time for you to annoy us!" The other boys murmured a few words in agreement. I caught Tsubomi watching curiously from the sidelines. It appears she didn't have any intentions on speaking. At least she understood not to intervene on someone else's plans.

"My friend here," I nearly gagged at my words. "Wants to play football with you all." I clasped my hands together before round two of 'No!' would start. "Then I told myself; how could she do that by herself? So I decided to join her." Tsubomi was staring holes into the back of my head. "The problem is…" I trailed off for dramatic effect before pointing at the rubber ball in the leader's hands.

"We don't have a ball of our own, so can we play with yours?" I requested innocently.

"No way! It's our ball!" Their words were in sync this time, and I nearly jolted from the intensity from it. A tense wave of stillness passed before I cleared my throat. Courage pushed down any lingering thoughts left. The pressure of standing down faded into reckless determination.

"Thought so. Then I, Ascot Yosafire; will request a duel!" My hand slammed right onto my chest as a sign of honor. The impact left my glasses oddly tilted on my nose. My hand briskly fixed the red frames as I lifted my pointer finger into the air. I felt sweat on my forehead from the intense spotlight. Despite this; the atmosphere suddenly charged into an aura of competitive excitement.

"A duel? What kind?" One of the snotty boys asked excitedly.

"Are you even any good at sports?" Another crudely asked, but went ignored by many except one.

"She must be! She's from America!" A whisper caught my ears before dying down to hushed enthusiastic murmurs. I could feel my neck start to heat up and I did my best not to let the burning emotion affect my attitude.

I think the United States would be happy for that compliment, true or not. I wasn't even a soccer player. "Three on three, the first to two goals win!" I declared proudly, tail swishing in an airy state. "Any objections?" A genuine smile spread on my face, and the group huddled into a circle to discuss their plans.

I didn't bother listening to their private talk. I glanced over at Tsubomi, who seemed to be watching the clouds float. As if noticing my gaze, she looked toward me and smiled. I mouthed her a few words.

This game is for you, so don't you dare run off. Can she even read my lips?

Apparently, Tsubomi got the hint. The other girl giggled and nodded with a smile that I would've found charming if I didn't dislike her so much.

Wait. Why am I helping if I don't like her? I took a moment to think. Oh, it's because of personal experience, right? I was reminded of the several times I've been declined games or a social conversation for merely my gender when I was smaller. Time's had changed, but the wounds remained. I guess I just don't want her to experience the same unfairness, dislike present or not.

"All right!" The chief of the small group yelled, gazing over to me with a zealous glint in his eyes. I only stared back, but eventually mirrored a grin. "We accept your challenge!"

Tsubomi clapped her hands in happiness while I pumped a fist in the air.

"If we win, we'll keep the ball. If you win, you can have it." The sphere holder promised with a confident grin. Shouts of protest echoed from the other children but quickly quelled upon our stare down. Sunlight tagged our faces, and shadows stamped to the ground mirrored outrageous heights.

To me, it was boss vs boss. To him, this battle was probably an easy kill. A way to show dominance, who's better and what's a fact.

My tail flicked defensively. "You're on."

Tsubomi finally spoke up. "We need one more person, Yosa-chan!" I nearly cringed at the use of the nickname. "With us, that's only two players…" She made a good point. I felt cold panic tickle my legs in a furious attempt to gain my attention. "I think we can get one more person…" Tsubomi trailed off, taking a long look around the park area. The girl hummed with a smile under her expression shifted, as if she got someone.

Tsubomi suddenly glanced over to the swings. I slowly followed her gaze. It led up to a lone boy on the swings. He seemed lonely, a bit of a loner. At first I was going to ask what she wanted from him; but then I noticed the familiar bowl-cut. The hair color was the same from back in class.

Oh hell no.

I reached to stop Tsubomi, but she already running over to him. I couldn't hear their conversation over white static crackling in my mind added with the boys behind me whispering excitedly. Visible dust kicked into the air evaporated as seconds passed. I watched my current partner speak to Shigeo with a smile on her face.

Tsubomi was good at persuading people. Even from this distance I could see the bowl-cut menace give in. That fake aura of hers must be intoxicating. It made me sick, but others bend to the sickeningly sweet flavor. I suppose I had some type of immunity due to my demon blood. Manipulation will have to taken different rather than simple words and an extremely pretty face. I viewed Tsubomi gently tug a willing Shigeo over to us. Shigeo's atmosphere definitely indicated some type of admiration for the one leading him. His eyes were trained on Tsubomi's practically glowing form.

Then, Shigeo's dark eyes went to the group of children; before falling on me.

I stared, and he blinked slowly. Is he trying to remember me?

My tail flicked in irritation.

Shigeo visibly jumped.

His expression changed to something akin to unease. He was unnerved, that much was obvious. The bowl-cut child's eyes trailed to dirt, avoiding mine. I couldn't stop my scowl from forming. Shards of scorn grazed my feet as I sidestepped, allowing Tsubomi a place beside me. Shigeo stepped in with her, but he clearly didn't want to get too close.

I don't know what I did to you...But at least you're telling where your heart is. My hushed musing hissed with venom. I puffed a breath and turned on my heel, over to the boys. I cleared my throat, once again getting their attention.

I pointed to Tsubomi and Shigeo. "They're my team members." I nearly grit my teeth to say the other name. Ahh, dislike. I have a lot of dislike for everyone right now.

The ball holder blinked, squinting at Shigeo. The bowl-cut kid didn't react, shrinking a bit on himself. "He's not a girl…" Stating the obvious nearly resulted my nails to dig into my palms.

I decided to bite my lip and bare with it. "Of course he isn't, but we're short on players. We needed an extra."

"But," The commander of the brats spoke again, and thankfully another cut in.

"I know him." The other boy whispered a few words to the leader, and a grin formed on the commander's lips.

"Okay! You can have him in your team!" His gruff voice of authority had changed to something lighter, problem averted.

Yeah, that's not suspicious at all. I eyed Shigeo, and he shuddered under my hard gaze. What do they know about you? What are you hiding? I wanted to interrogate this kid,but Tsubomi wouldn't allow me to get close to him. She had pulled Shigeo behind her, the lone boy on our team quiet as ever. "Tsubomi, why?" I questioned firmly, my sight flickering to her and to the half hidden raven haired expected to play soccer with us.

"He's my new friend! I think you're scaring him. Buzz off." Tsubomi told with a smile.

I stared at her, and she stared back with an innocent beam.

Ahh, there it is. This girl is so fake, but she could throw poison choice words with purity surrounding her. A damned deadly rose, is what she is. I feel bad for any poor sap who falls in love with her in the future. I kicked the dirt, watching my guardian chat with the other adults across the park. "Yeah, whatever. I call being the main attacker though. After this, have fun with your new 'friend'." However once Tsubomi turned around I gave Shigeo a look.

I got my eyes on you kid. My tail lashed with my thoughts, aggression giving way to my expression. I didn't care for Tsubomi's choice of friendships, I just didn't want this kid to ruin my plan.

"Okay! We have our goals ready! First to two points win!" One of the boys yelled to get our attention, in which it did. I found myself dumbfounded at the makeshift goals. The lines were created with sticks, laughable but smart. The distance was just right, and the rubber ball was placed in the middle of the area. With how the sun beat down on the rubber sphere, it gave the setting a decent sparkle to admire.

Another nameless boy stood at the corner of our field with a plastic whistle. The three of us got into our positions. I decided to be on the offense since I wasn't good at catching anything for my life. It appears Tsubomi chose to be goalie, and Shigeo would help in keeping the ball away. At least, I think so. I hope he knows how to play. Tsubomi, you better have had sense to ask him if he knew. My mind complained as I faced two snotty looking brats. One of them being the commander of the whole fiasco.

I glanced to my side, noticing Shigeo's hesitation in playing the game. I released a sound close to a growl. You can't back out of this. You're already here. My hard gaze threatened.

Shigeo didn't flinch, but rather eyed at the dirt with a slight frown as if he accepted this fate. I left him alone after that. There were few moments of tense silence. The rubber ball in the middle remained in its innocent position, unaware of the hungry eyes desperate to attack. The quietude was broken when the while finally blew.

My ears rang from the high pitched sound but I sped forwards at a normal speed. My ears detected movement from Shigeo, but my mind was covered in the goal to run and kick the ball forwards. I performed a slide; the impact resulting the rubber sphere to roll across the field. Dirt hugged my clothes and legs and pain erupted on my skin from the rough treatment. I quickly fixed my glasses from it's crooked state and jumped back up to view the current position of the ball.

Thankfully, Shigeo took the hint and ran after it.

Unfortunately; he was slow as hell. Shigeo actually got there first, but our opponent on defense stole the ball before bowl-cut menace could kick it further. How are you already out of breath? I quickly jumped up to jet over but fell on my hands after my foot collided with a foreign object. I noticed the chief of the children bolt away from my spot seconds later without a word.

Playing dirty already you little shit? My mind hissed. I leaped back onto my feet and darted forwards, passing a heavily panting Shigeo. He's young yet so out of shape. Dude, go exercise more. It's only been ten minutes. My mind supplied bitterly as I used my head to block the ball from hitting our goal. To no such luck, the sphere went flying past my ears and to Tsubomi; who gained determination to block.

With a fast movement of her arm, she managed to touch the ball. However, the rubber sphere still curled into the goal.

My ears were assaulted with the cheers of the boys for their first point. I could feel an eye twitch in irritation. Damn, we don't even have one point yet. I didn't bother glancing to see my team members faces. Sunlight heating up my body temperature released a bit of stress as I stretched my legs for round two.

The second round will be quick, I'll make sure it is.

Sure enough, once the second round started and I received the ball… I showed no mercy. I scored a goal seconds after I got it. Tsubomi giggled a 'congratulations' and I heard a small 'good job' but I wasn't paying attention enough to know who it was. Was it Shigeo? I glanced over to notice his heaving form as he struggled to keep up with all the running.

Reminds me of an asthmatic. My mind duly commented. I merely flashed a grin at both of my allies. He looks too out of breath to even speak properly. A rational thought declared.

Soon enough, the last round started.

I was deemed a threat, blocked by the defensive position. I had the ball but he wouldn't let me to get close enough. A bead of sweat slipped down my neck as I grit my teeth in my opponent's presence. The boy in front of me held a desperate grin, copying my movement. For children, they knew how to play. Tense quietude floated around us, lasting a lifetime. Both sides wanted to win after all. The corners of my vision viewed Shigeo's small form taking the lead with the rubber ball.

The bowl-cut kid looked concentrated on the mission to score a goal.

I felt a seed of hope blossom under my feet as Shigeo made it close to the goal. Our opponent's goalie stared him down as Shigeo wore a near blank expression. I could feel his motivation for a certain someone all the way over here. Speaking of her, Tsubomi watched on with her graceful eyes sparkling in wonder. My own ears couldn't detect much over competitive adrenaline irking my hearing but I remained watching.

The raven haired finally kicked with the willpower of a commander. Time slowed, and I bit my lip in anticipation as our match was soon to be decided.

The sphere was caught easily. It was a weak kick. Shigeo was too tired to land a clean punt.

Damn, and I knew he was out of breath. I didn't think it'd affect most of his aim too.

Dispirit flooded my being, but I pushed forwards to steal the ball back. The sphere was taken by the enemy before I could reach its position. I knew it was over when the chief of the group made it to Tsubomi. With a confident grin which cracked ice of distaste and movement of demons whose purpose was to make those miserable; the ball passed Tsubomi before she could fully recover from Shigeo's failure.

How disappointing. My mind harshly whispered as I groaned outwardly.

The fake plastic whistle was blown shortly afterwards. I didn't bother listening to the conversation as the winners were declared true. Eventually they left to play their game after gloating. Everything felt swollen and upside down. I felt a bit ill. That's just the side effect of losing, My thoughts had murmured. It never feels good for anyone. At least you tried your best. I didn't feel better, but my own musing resulted in a steeled impassive facet.

Although we could have won if we simply used the same tactic they used. Trip 'em when it counts. I wanted to complain, be a sore loser. I needed to curse and swear them out for the first half of the game. Most of all, I had an urge to talk those boys down. They were just kids but...Children can be cruel. I know that now, from experience. Children were dangerous, and held an innocent aura that could throw off the most guarded. All because of where they stand in society. Humans always did have a screwed up society.

So where does that leave demons?

"You did great Yosa-chan!" Tsubomi's chirp was so close to my ear that I flinched.

"Yeah...Yay." My voice came in false cheer. I gathered unwilling strength and weakly pushed my fist through the air. "We lost badly." I heaved heavily before dropping my hand. I looked to Tsubomi's puzzled expression. " 'Sorry about that. I'm not too good at soccer." Although I was a monster in kickball, before I got asthma. My saliva tasted bitter.

Before she could respond, I rounded on Shigeo. His gaze seemed to find the ground interesting.

"And, you." I hissed, allowing my anger to bubble up and exit my mouth. The overwhelming heat sped up the process of words and not thoughts. "You were absolutely terrible! Yeah! You got the ball in the end, but why would you play if you're so horrible at sports?" Venom continued to seep and my lack of musing even had brought up the unstable idea of punching him. Dislike fed the snake of pique. Invisible fangs shined in the sunlight, scales of rooted distaste warming up in the added heat.

"Yosa-chan, it's not Shigeo-kun's fault. You weren't that good either." A wave of ocean water crashed, sending the snake flying several miles away. Steam eventually ceased to exist and my two toned tail went limp.

Tsubomi kept her innocent smile. "You scored(which was pretty cool!) but you also fell down. Even then, you couldn't get past the lame defense." Tsubomi's barrier of sweet poison was too much to knock down. I had to back up a few steps in order to escape it's highly influencing toxins. "So, it's your fault too." She ended the argument as if her words spoke a golden value.

"Yeah. Right." I grunted in agreement. I want to disagree but I don't want to argue further. Ugh, I want to disagree. You were only the goalie damn it. You don't know what it's like to be blocked no matter how you move. I bet you don't even play soccer all that much.

"I'm sorry." Shigeo had murmured.

I dodged the guilt just in time, avoiding Shigeo's face. "Yeah. Sure." I grunted. I viewed Tsubomi open her mouth to say something else but shut up quickly. I was puzzled, eying at Tsubomi for a few seconds before my feet had suddenly left the ground. I squeaked as adult hands lifted me up into a hug. Millions of pins prodded at my skin as I let out a squeal of discomfort from unauthorized touch.

"Oh! Ascot-nii!" Tsubomi chirped, her tone shrouded in childish innocence and relief.

Randall grinned at the two remaining on the ground. "Hiya!" Then I received a much tighter hug of warmth. Despite the discomfort eating away at my innards I forced a grin. My smile came out shaky but the effect was still present. I tried prying myself away from my guardian but to no avail.

"Hello...Dad. Mind letting go of me…?" I wheezed while swears started to build up in my mind, on the tip of my tongue.

At least Randall is attempting to show he cares. This thought alone calmed my struggling form.

"My little girl scored a goal while I was here! You did great kiddo!" The praise rushed to my cheeks almost immediately. I went limp in his hold. Randall's arm swiftly rearranged my position to hold me properly. I clung to his arm, allowing this whole ordeal to play out. I refused to look at the two children below. I had copied Shigeo's earlier facet, staring at the ground as if the dirt turned into diamond covering.

My head felt light. Prickles of the contact faded a little as my emotions outweighed the phobia. A comfortable warmth spread through my heart, and my tail curled around my waist protectively.

"Thanks." I bit out, unable to trust my voice with anything else.

I finally glanced down to Shigeo once he began to speak up. "Um," He began, obviously unsure. Randall's bright presence put his worries to rest however, and Shigeo's own eyes met my guardian's lively ones. "You're her dad?" His question sparked attention. Passerbys slowed down when passing by and the whispering of mothers paused. Tsubomi made a noise of agreement beside him.

"Yeah! They look really different, don't they?" The little girl brought up with an interested smile. "Yosa-chan doesn't look like you at all Ascot-nii." Tsubomi commented honestly. I nearly shot a remark of how ignorant she was but Randall's radiant smile halted my words. Tsubomi blinked, mirroring his smile but unable to gain the same effect he held.

"I sure am." Randall sounded so proud. Of being my father. His title was apparently golden, and considering his actions; he would defend it.

I hid my face in my guardian's shoulder. I could feel someone's eyes on my back, but I didn't investigate.

"Do you care for her?" Shigeo was asking peculiar questions. I nearly debated his own family life. Did his 'father' walk out on him too? While my dislike for Shigeo didn't disappear, I could sympathize with his troubles. Is this his own way to find out not all men would ditch their offspring?

"Of course! This is my little girl! Ah, but I also have a son now. Maybe you can meet him later. He's sick at the moment." Randall cleared his throat, but his eyes didn't wander to the prying eyes of the public. The dislike casted on both him and I, he ignored it all. "Yosafire," He proclaimed. "Is my pride and joy."

Amazing. My mind whispered. He didn't bend to their eyes. My new dad is awesome.

"Yosafire is my daughter, yes, and nothing will change that. She's one of my own, just like her brother. I'll never stop loving and caring for them." Randall gave my arm a light squeeze with his free hand.

For a moment I didn't care about Yosafire's persona. For a split second, I allowed myself to relax. Today; I would count this as a good afternoon despite everything. My eyes are stinging… "Thanks, Dad." Although my voice was muffled by his clothing.

"You're welcome Yosaf." Randall chuckled. There was a shift of movement. "We have to get home now, it's getting pretty late. I hope you're kind to Yosafire the next time you see her. This goes for you too Yosa." Randall playfully warned.

I nodded but didn't move further than that.

I heard a chorus of childish soft goodbyes, Tsubomi's voice louder than Shigeo's.

Then with the steady gravity of movement, I could tell Randall was walking out the park. I made a small noise. "Hm? Something up, Yosa?" The sounds of laughing children faded as we got further away. I tightened my grip on his clothing. My guardian's footsteps trailed on, but the steps were softer than a few moments ago. Sunlight falling beneath rooftops rested on a comfortable horizon away from our eyes. Stale air remained as we breathed tranquil, this lone presence floated above our heads.

"Did you…" Agitation decided to form a lump in my throat. Festering itself, it grew and grew off my own inner emotions. "...Mean it?" I managed to force out. It took me a few seconds to realize my words were muffled. Yet, I didn't dare speak again. It's hard to breathe… I don't have asthma anymore but this was almost no different.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Randall hummed, a drum playing notes of honesty and shimmering determination.

I hoped I wasn't crushing his arm with how tight I was holding it. "You better." I bit out, "If you mess up or anything; I won't forgive you." My heartbeat continued to pound, preventing my own thought process to function correctly. I tasted copper in my mouth and let go of the pressure on my teeth.

"Not even one slip up? Woah, you're harsh." Randall jested. Ice broke, and dying sunlight let loose colder weather. "Don't worry. That's the reality of a parent. To not mess up. Although, I'm sure it's going to happen. No matter how many times we try to prevent it. Only because we're human." Randall heaved tiredly. "I'll do my best. You, your brother, and Ange are my world. I don't ever want that to change." My guardian nearly choked upon musing about his sappy words.

I laughed, but the sound was dry and crusted of relief with naked trust. "Okay Dad. Thank you for saying that." My worries are somewhat eased. I remained hushed as Randall finally let out a breath he seemed to have been holding. He believed I fell asleep, but I wasn't. I was listening to his decently paced heartbeat with my eyes closed.

"Parenting is hard..."

With that, we went home.