Okay, so here's chapter four to the people who's still reading this fic. I don't know. This is kind of like a test run for me, starting to write stuff, although I'd be lying if I said that this is my first time writing one. But in a way, it is, cause this is the first major thing I've actually done. I hope you people would continue to enjoy this story, and I'll end this rant with that

I don't own KHR

Chapter 4

Dino entered first grade a few months after my birthday. I also got myself a new room, since Dario finally decided that it would be bad for his ever growing reputation once people discover that his daughter sleeps in a storage room.

The room, however, was PINK. And EVERYTHING in it... Was PINK.

But at least, I get to sleep in a bed and not a crib with unnecessary bars.

The night before his first grade though, Dino was so anxious. That's how I found him outside my room, about an hour past midnight in pajamas and sleepy eyes.

"Cai... I can't sleep." The kid told me.

"Nii, I'm the one year old here, not you. If anything, that should be my line." I told him.

Dino tried to glare, but he was too sleepy he can't even keep his eyes open.

" I can't see your problem here Nii-chan. You look sleepy enough. Why can't you still sleep?"

"I don't want to go to first grade tomorrow."

"Well, that's life. There are lots of things you don't want to do, but can't not do."

He nodded, half asleep. I sighed.

"Fine. Come in. But you're sleeping on the couch."

Dino happily came in, heading straight for the tiny couch.

When we were finally settled, he asked again.

"Will first grade be fun?"

"I don't know. It's practically the same as kindergarten. Just that it's harder."

Dino groaned. "Kindergarten is hard."

"Then think of something harder."

"Like mut..mul...muplitying?"

"Multiplying." I corrected him. "Yeah. Something like that."

He was silent for awhile.

"Will the other kids be nice?"

I couldn't answer his question. He was going to a Mafia school after all. A school of future gang leaders, criminals and drug dealers. How am I supposed to know if they'll be nice?

"Maybe."

Dino then sat up. "Do you think I can do it?"

I rolled my eyes at him in the dark. "Dino-nii, it's just first grade. Going to a class full of kids your age won't kill you. If you fail, then do your best to make up to it. There'll still be second grade, then third grade, then fourth. Then fifth. What's so scary about that?"

Dino was silent for awhile. Then I saw him shook his head.

"You're right. I'm just scaring myself."

I smiled at him.

"Night, Dino-nii."

He replied in a tired voice. "Goodnight."

I never noticed Dino rising up to sleep beside me instead. Romario found us like that the next morning, and took a picture of us. Dino was laughing the whole time I was forcing Romario to delete it to save my awesomeness and pride.

He wouldn't though, even when I assaulted him with my plushies.

Dino did start first grade, leaving me all alone with Romario the whole time. We've finished tons of anime, and we had none much left to watch. So we had nothing to do.

And we were bored.

I told Romario that I wanted to go out and just savor the outside world even for a moment but he wouldn't allow me. He said that it was dangerous and that someone as small as me can get lost outside.

I sighed. I've asked that a lot of times. The answer never changed though.

"Romario, I'm not going to die. I'm a genius." I told him. "Besides, you'd be there, and you're going to protect me."

"I'm just an average butler, Miss. I can't stop bullets nor can I dodge them. The best I can do is fight, and even then, I can't assure your safety."

I told Romario that I felt trapped, that I felt like I was in Shingeki no Kyojin, treated like livestock.

He merely smiled at me apologetically, telling me that it's just how things are, and there's nothing we could do to change that.

"When I grow up, I'm going to prove to you that I'm stronger and way more epic than you think."

I guess Romario really did understand my mentality because he smiled back, and I can see encouragement even if it was vague.

"I'd like to see you try, Miss."

Dino came home that afternoon grinning like a happy little kid. It was a new smile on his face, I noticed, and he seemed somehow more exciting. I greeted him.

"You look twice as happy than usual Dino-nii."

He nodded, giving me an "Un."

"Come on Nii-chan, don't leave me hanging waiting for you to tell me what happened."

He looked at me with pride. "I got myself a friend."

I raised my eyebrow. "What?"

He repeated. "I got myself a friend. He said I was cool. He's cool too, and he likes swords."

Likes swords. I had a nagging idea who my brother's new friend was. "What's his name?"

"Squalo. Superbi Squalo."

And I was right.

"What's this Squalo like?"

"He's got silver hair and he likes wearing this black jacket that's too heavy for me to walk in. He's good at fighting and he's got a really loud voice."

"And he wants you for a friend because?"

Dino pouted at me. "He said that I was cool. That I had this u,unique abli,a,ability to trip on thin air. He said that it was something new." My brother stumbled at Squalo's words.

"I guess he's a good friend then." I told him.

"Yeah. And I told him he can come here anytime he wants."

"So you basically told a stranger he can come here. Brilliant. Dario won't be too happy, idiot."

"I know..." He trailed off. "That's why i asked mom instead and she said Yes."

"Nice." I gave him a thumbs up. "You're finally growing brain cells."

He pouted, but smiled nonetheless. "Thanks."

Unfortunately, Dario didn't particularly support the childish idea of a friend. That dinner, Dino had been a little to over enthusiastic, and accidentally told the guy.

"I got myself a new friend."

Dario looked slightly interested at my brother's announcement.

"A friend? From what famiglia?"

Dino looked down for a second. "I'm not sure. He never told me. But he was really nice, and strong and smart."

Dario glared at him in annoyance. "You made friends with a child you do not know?!"

"I know him, Dad, I just..."

Dario glared even harder. "You don't know his family at all! How many times have I told you to make friends with people you can use as tools? And yet you never listen! You failure of a-"

Before he can even finish the sentence, he got hit.

By an egg.

A mysterious, flying, now dead but he was such a heroic, broken little egg.

"Oh look. A flying egg. Must be a new species." I casually commented, returning to eating my meal.

Dino looked at me in shock. "Why'd you do that?"

I didn't look at him. "I didn't do anything. The egg flew by itself."

I made my voice louder, directing it at Dario. "To hit idiots who dare bully Dino-nii."

I shrugged, adding. "Must have been nii-chan's admirer or something."

Dario shutted up. At least the bastard had enough common sense or more eggs shall be sacrificed in battle.

"Cai, that's wrong." He told me after dinner, earning him a light smack on the head.

"What? Ask the egg. He flew at Dario's face by himself. I had nothing to do with it."

Dino-nii raised an eyebrow. "Then how did you know that it wanted o protect me?"

I gave him a blank look. "I speak the egg language."

He then chuckled and whispered as soft and as childishly as a seven year old could. "Thanks anyway."

I smiled. "You owe me your ass. And an ice cream."

Squalo came to visit us that Saturday. The silver haired swordsman I only ever saw as a twenty year old grown man was in front of me, small and seven years old. His face lit up when he saw my brother, running towards him.

"Dino!" He greeted and the blonde gave him a wave.

"This is our mansion Squalo." Dino said. i was standing behind him, wearing a Shingeki no Kyojin cosplay.

"Who's that?" He asked Dino

"I'm Eren Jaeger."

The silver haired boy looked surprised for a second, but hid it out of respect. Squalo kneeled down to my height. "So... You're a boy?"

I was silent for awhile. "Never mind. Call me Mikasa Ackerman then."

"So you're Mikasa Ackerman?" He asked.

"Do you normally repeat everything someone tells you?"

"No.."

"Then I'm Lance Corporal Rivaille"

Squalo looked at Dino giving him a 'who's the kid' look.

Dino sighed. "She's my sister. She's a year old."

"Do one year olds talk?"

"No. No they don't." I answered

Squalo looked even more confused. "Then why do you?"

I grinned. "I'm a genius."

Dino rolled his eyes, and Squalo looked even more confused.

The boys were greeted kindly by Romario, who served the both of them luxurious tea. The two had been talking about this latest cartoon for kids I never watch, so me and our ever loyal butler could only stare at them with no interest at all.

"I don't see what's awesome with a bunch of robots killing each other." I pitched in.

The two kids glared at me. "Girls.." Then they rolled their eyes.

I rolled my eyes too. "Seven year olds."

Either way, Squalo and Dino did become good friends. It was nice to see my brother not struggling with a book way past his level, but laughing with someone his own age.

Even if they were making a mess.

I sighed for the umpteenth time as they managed to splatter paint once more against the carpet. They were all into this project of creating robots with milk cartons.

I was forced to join in, but mine ended up more or less deformed without a right arm and a fractured skull. I passed it off saying my robot is a model returning from a battle victorious although brutally murdered.

The pair accepted it nonetheless.

"Ne, Squalo, what're you making?" Dino asked, looking curiously at the straw Squalo was working with.

"It's a laser sword! So he can cut into pieces all of his enemies!" The silver haired boy replied, with the undying passion he held for swords. the boy looked up. "What about you? Why is yours so big?"

Dino grinned proudly. "So he can step on everyone!"

Squalo pouted and smirked challengingly. "I bet my robot can cut yours up."

Dino grinned bravely. "Mine can crush yours in an instant!"

"I'd like to see you try!" Squalo and Dino began making their robots fly around drenching themselves in paint and glue.

By the end of it, Dino's hair was white with paper sticking out and Squalo's was a splatter of all sorts of colors. Their robots lay aside, the two simply laughing as they leaned against the wall.

"You two are definitely a group of idiots." I mocked them.

The two gave each other a short glance, until I, unwarned saw paint flying at me.

"Oh this is so a declaration of war." I threw more paint back at them.

Being a kid again, felt honestly fun.

Even if all the paint and glue was hell to remove afterwards

Romario smiled at me when I told him that.