I found a channel on youtube called 'Birb Memes', that is what gives Strawberry life.
!Strawberry Kisses!
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"Strawberry! Strawberry, no!" Nana exclaimed, chasing after me as I hopped along the cabinet, examining each photo of the family and kicking off each one that held the form of Iemitsu.
"I think she's angry." Tsuna commented from below, padding after me, stepping around the frames carefully.
I stopped at another picture and eyed it critically, looking each figure up and down, before huffing when I saw no Iemitsu, and only Tsuna in a fish onesie. Nodding slowly, but still suspicious, I move on, before smacking a frame to the floor, the thing thudding onto carpet harmlessly, but enough to settle some of the inner fury.
Screw you.
Screw you.
Screw you.
This is of Nana, this can stay.
Screw you.
Screw you too.
This picture is of me. Why isn't this on a mantlepiece?
I turned to the frantic woman who was salvaging the pictures, none were broken, I wasn't that horrible - much - so she went about setting them exactly back from where I had knocked them.
Fleshy, make this be on the mantelpiece.
I had been grounded.
My body was puffed up in petty defiance as I sat in my cage, a little diary padlock snapped in place around the latch of my door, put in place by the miffed and tutting mother as she scolded me gently.
"Strawberry, you can't knock off the pictures of Iemitsu-kun, they're important."
I squawked and looked away, stubbornly sinking my head into my breast to ignore her.
"Strawberry." She sighed, trying to get my attention by softly tapping on the bars.
I huffed and climbed the white painted ladder into a nest of trinkets, dumping myself into it in a dramatic huff, kicking a bell out as a sign for the woman to leave me be.
Nana stopped tapping after a moment and moved away, the sounds of the kitchen telling me she had begun to sulk-cook.
I'm the one who should be sulking, woman!
My cage rattled slightly, and I looked over with a flat expression as Tsuna blinked up at me, a spoon hanging from his mouth. He glanced to the lock, and then to me, before deflating, as if losing his confidence.
"Why were you knocking tou-san's photos off?" He asked quietly.
I paused, and bounce down the ladder to come beak to nose with the little fleshy, before fixing my syrinx and hissing a human word softly.
"Bad."
Tsuna's eyes flashed for a moment, making me tilt my head in question. He copied the action, the light of the afternoon shone, and I swore his big brown eyes luminated the same orange.
Nana had a strange, innate ability to almost completely wipe any and all bad memories from her mind, and I wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse as she cuddled me to her chest, once again sobbing, but this time for the return of the the love interest/secret twin brother in her drama.
"He's back!" She cried, listening to the string orchestra playing some dramatic music as they embraced.
I cawed pathetically as she bawled, stuffing her eyes with tissues, my once impeccable feather bunched in her fingers as she clung like some discomforted child. My half-hearted resistance was ignored for another round of loud wailing, and I huffed, tugging at her hair weakly.
"Comfort me!" She whined, nuzzling to my temple, making me snap at her harmlessly. "Love me!"
I narrowed my eyes flatly, before looking away.
Nana huffed and pouted, before kissing the top of my head, making me squawk in surprise and flap my wings in indignation.
How dare ye! Sneaking up on a maiden!
"I love you~!" She giggled, tapping my beak and making me blink in startle.
I scrunched my face and cawed in annoyance, before begrudgingly pressing my beak to her cheek with a loud "mwah!"
"Thank you, lovely." Nana cooed, cuddling me as I grumbled over her shoulder.
God damn it, let me be grumpy, woman.
What.
I bounced forwards.
What.
Tsuna stared down at me with wide eyes.
What is that?
The little fleshy shuffled a bit and made to hide the bruise on his cheek, covering it with his hand as I continued to stare at him blatantly. Big brown eyes looked away, self-conscious and guilty, knowing he had been caught.
I bounced forwards again until we were talon to toe, and he looked down at me with a kind of hurt that made me ruffle my feathers. Flapping my wings, I propelled myself until I was perched upon his shoulder, eyeing the bruise with an angry, sympathetic hiss.
"Bad~!" I whistled, before squawking in outrage when I saw the underlying cut.
"It was a stick." Tsuna muttered, looking to the floor.
"Tell me the truth." I demanded slowly, croaking it out raspily, holding on as he toed off his shoes.
Teary eyes glance to me, and I crooned a soft tune, my little fleshy sniffling before rubbing his nose irritably.
"Some of the older kids hit me with a big stick."
I bristled and rubbed up against his temple with my beak, combing his hair and preening him gently, absently planning rather lethal events. The fleshy sniffed and rubbed his eye, before flinching as salt invaded the shallow graze.
"Nana~! Nana~!" I cawed loudly, shouting for the mother as the boy padded through the halls until he came to the living room, abandoning his schoolbag beside him on the couch.
"What's wrong, Strawberry?" She asked, before choking on her breath when she saw her offspring huddled on the seat despairingly.
"I'm home, Mama." He laughed weakly, playing with his fleshy little fingers.
"Oh, Tsu-kun!" Nana blurted, dashing forwards and kneeling to examine his blighted cheek with overflowing maternal concern. "What happened!?"
Tsuna glanced to me, before sighing and answering his mother softly, getting a gasp of outrage, before the woman scooped him up into her lap, squeezing the poor child as I launched myself free and set down on the coffee table, watching the interaction silently.
…
Hey, fleshy, guess what.
I peeked out the little boy's school bag with a flat expression.
I'm the frick with ya.
Tsuna blinked at me, before smiling awkwardly. It made me caw, the way his cheeks gained a happy hue as he called for a quick strawberry kiss, stumbling away to pull on his socks.
…
I had a tally going at this point.
My feathers puffed as a nice breeze came through, swaying the tree I was settled in just outside of my fleshy's class window, the screen opened to allow for airflow, and allowing me the luxury of witnessing several attempts on the boy's life.
Well, perhaps not life, but it might as well have been.
Another tally was scored into the bark of the tree as a bright white shoe was shoved in the tiny boy's way, causing him to take a rather gruesome tumble and the papers in his hands to fly around the room like badly tied sails. On cue, the class burst into childish fits of degrading giggles, the teacher only shaking his head, like he expected the turnout and wondered why he even gave the task to the youth.
I clicked my beak at that, taking a quick survey of the class's attendance.
"Bird."
I blinked, and looked over my shoulder, before gawking.
A child should not be this high in a tree!
"Bird." He repeated, sharp angled eyes gazing down at me with severity.
Get down from the tree! You'll break every bloody vertebra!
"Bird."
Get down, get down, get down!
I bounced over and began pushing the child away from the spindly branches and back into the sturdy fork, squawking loudly until he landed on his bottom on a natural landing in the tree.
"Bird."
Giving him a look over, I deflated in relief when I found him unharmed, the relaxation giving way to a rise of irritation and miff.
The hecky heck are you doing up here!? Dumb child!
"Bird." He said again, crossing his legs and staring down at me with a brand new fascination. "Smart bird."
I groaned a caw before shaking my head and ruffling my feathers, regaining my composure. Huffing at the child, I turned and pattered across the branch until I had returned to my original place, gazing into the room and watching Tsuna slump into his table.
"Bird."
Oh my God! Where are your parents!?
"Oh jeez!" The teacher gasped, abandoning his chalk at my loud shriek and dashing to the window, gaping at the weird duo he saw. "Hibari-san! Get down from there, please!"
"Hmph." The child, Hibari, tsked, turning his nose up at the adult. "Bird."
I chirped at him to get his ass out of the tree and onto humanly safe land, repeating the process loudly when he leant forward to take in the gradient of my feathers.
"Hibari-san!"
Deciding that this weird monkey of a child wasn't going to get down, I turned to the window in a dismissing manner, quickly locating my fleshy, and huffing in a mixture of humour and reprimand when I found him chalk white and frozen in a confused, baffled stupor.
Close your mouth, fleshy, you have food in your molars.
"Bird."
And you! Get down from the tree, God damn it!
