Title: Bambino: Snowfall

I'm eight when the next big event happens. Dragged towards the school by an excited Kira. She's eleven, and also quite annoying with her positivity back. Constantly smiling and full of cheer and just sociable. Always dragging me out and into the spotlight as well. I just want to be left in the library when we're at the school. Or even better, not go at all.

Padre insists that I go though. To entrench me in the Civilian side of things. So that I'm not just a Mafia Brat. So that I'm not just a regular Home Schooled brat either.

And, she's not the only friend that I have anymore.

While I will complain and grump as anything while on the way to school I calm down. I don't care for any of the teachers, none of them are really that notable. Of course considering this is Primary, I only really have the one teacher who I really need to worry about. Mr. Allen, which also leads to worrying about his annoying son, Diego.

Diego is a brat, through and through. There is no disguising, no hiding that. He's worse than Liam ever was... worse than Justin even. Both of whom were bullies, and I was always their favourite victim. Their favourite punching bag... Well, verbally at least, I don't think that I have ever been physically bullied, until Diego. He is not so afraid to kick and punch, to hit. Which is just not something that I'm used to.

And it does not impress me at all.

It does not help at all that he is two years older than me. Ten, and therefore in a higher grade. I mean seriously, Kira has literally two more years(counting this one) to go in this school. She's currently in Fifth Grade, I'm in Fourth grade myself, having skipped a year ahead. And Diego is in the same year as Kira, Fifth, and on schedule...

If we were going by age, as it is grades do factor in along with understanding and I did get into ALPs(the Advanced Learning Program), albeit briefly in my previous life. Also, split year grades are still a thing.

So technically it's 3/4 A class that I am in, where I am on paper a fourth grader, a year ahead of the rest of my general age group, and if I really wanted to, I could easily just test back into eighth grade, or rather Year eight, because that was where I left off with my education in my previous life... But at the same time, I really do not care.

Diego and Kira are in the same 5/6 class, 5/6 B. And for some reason that I personally cannot fathom they get along. As it is, at the age of eight, been dragged to school and spending my days bored half out of my mind is where the next big event happens.

In the form of a twin pair of transfer students into my grade.

My clothing sticks to my body, the material actually itching as it rubs against my skin. Clinging there with sweat, my wide brimmed hat, barely shields me from the heat(or the Magpies) and my feet ache. I can only just barely focus on the mathematics problems in front of me, and even then it is only really a cursory glance, a token effort. Because I already know this...

Really if I cared I could answer all of the problems within moments and then go back to blankly staring, but I don't... So I just sit in my seat, frowning and trying to shift into a better position. The material of the seats is heated, uncomfortable and makes my clothing wrinkle up and stick, folding together.

Uncomfortable.

The only reason that I even start to pay attention is because the teacher awkwardly clears his throat and waves in two new students. Both of them have light, pure white hair, bright, blue eyes and...

MINE!

My hands dig into the wood of the desk in front of me, and small wisps of purple and indigo flash around my hands. The screaming voice in my head just won't shut up, and I know.

"Mio... Sono Mio!" I grin, vicious and I can feel it. Because I may not be a sky, but I am a cloud and here is the thing... Clouds claim people, Clouds claim places, and things. And I know that I have already claimed Kira, and because she gets along with Diego... he is also mine, but these two. "Hey!" I stand up and cross my arms before grinning, all my teeth visible and I can see out of the corner of my eye the wince of our teacher. "Siete mio neve gemelli ora!" I declare and there are actually quite a few people staring blankly.

I don't care. Because my flames are purring. Because these two, they are mine.

Mine, and no one else is allowed to steal them. No one.

Not even their parents. Who I glare at with glowing eyes when they come to try and take them away at the end of the day. Kira looks like she is awkwardly trying to soothe things over, but I don't care. If those two try to take away my newest claimed in group they will get burned. Quite literally, cooked, using a subtle twist of cloud propagation, to propagate the heat in the air around them, or perhaps the carbon dioxide that lingers... though that might cause more problems. Again, the thing is, flames are will.

Limited only by what you believe, what you wish.

So really, the sky is the limit. And also, clouds strive for independence primarily, and possessiveness falls into that.

"Mio! Mio, MIO!" I snarl, lighting my eyes up with my flames. It would probably work better if I were a bit older. As it is though, it is still pretty effective. As I glare, and stalk forwards, both of the twins(Tiana and Charlie) step backwards. "Sono mio!" I snarl, just as Padre arrives, along with some of his current roster.

I really, could not care less, because these people are trying to take the ones who I have claimed, who're mine.

That's. Not. Allowed.

So I growl, and get ready to twist my flames and just firmly declare that these two are mine. And Kira, seemingly realizing this is right there, holding me back. Being the stabilizing, soothing presence that she is. And laughing with her stupid grin fixed in place, and, here is something else. It's a wash of calm and I step back straightening.

Both of the twins seem to sigh at the same time, before shaking their heads. And Diego walks over, hands shoved into his pockets and eyes sharp. Also, he is shaking, with suppressed energy. Which might be why he is a bully.

Too much energy and not enough outlets... But he is Kira's therefore mine... hmm... wait, what Elements are here?

I'm so painfully obvious as a Cloud-Mist, Misty Cloud or Cloudy Mist however people would describe them. As I've unlocked them.

Kira might be a Rain... since she just calmed me.

Diego has an excess of energy, a side effect of Sun flames... He might be a sun? Hmm, if he is I might get Kira to direct him to some of the martial arts groups... Maybe, well, maybe later on.

And then there are the twins who both have automatically pinged on my radar. My eyes dart between the two and their parents. And that is what stalls me, because I can't actually tell. Yet, there is some part of me that thinks that it does.

"Sono mio neve gemelli ora!" I huff, crossing my arms. They're my snow twins now! And I don't know where my mind has pulled snow from, but it feels right, and other than that. The way Charlie is swaying on the spot, constantly shifting subtly moving, she is likely a sun, like Diego seems to be. As for Tiana...

I don't want to guess, but there is a flare of desire. A goal, a want, and there's the subtly there, because desire and ambition are different things, linked to different flames. So... I would place my bets on her been a Storm.

Which, is a pretty good set up all things considered.

Pretty good, except as we are there is no buffer, no sky to keep us from rubbing each other the wrong way. Except that I have slotted them in as mine. They are mine, no one else's and I don't need a sky to know that. Of course, that's only at a guess, I couldn't possibly know until they all unlock their flames and honestly...

At this point none of them have to get involved in the Organized Crime group that I have been born into... At least, I would hope that they don't... then again, I have been pretty possessive already. About this. Honestly though I could care less about that, I still don't want the twins to be taken away by their parents and Diego, well, he is here now. So I don't want him to leave. Because he is Kira's.

And even with Kira's calming aura doing its thing... I am reaching the limit. Just a little bit more of a push and you know what, screw it! Indigo flames ripple around me and I just twist them a little bit, my rules. My game and... you know what, a giant game board in front of us. I cross my arms and frown.

"Let's play a game!" I smirk viciously, manifesting mythical beasts, monstrous creatures all across the board. Giving them a slight advantage in the scale of elements(Pokémon based because old habits die hard...), not that it will matter in the end. After all, I am a Cloudy Mist who is playing to keep. "You win, take them home, I win, they come with us!" I smile, disarmingly spreading my arms out. My eyes flash indigo with my flames.

It is time to battle...

Laughing with a furiously clicking Fino in my hair I sit with my legs swinging. Alphonse, ever long-suffering, sits to the side trying to seem disapproving. But really I don't care, it's not like anyone outside of the small area would have been able to see what I had done... Rather it would have seemed like a weird staring contest...

Yeah.

I'm grinning, unrepentant with a slight pinch of pain in my cheeks. Padre is also trying and failing to be disapproving. After all, who would believe them if they told what had happened? It would just seem weird... well weirder... though... Omerta might be a problem... but technically I didn't break it, I just... might have used a loophole, or two... After all, no one really saw me use my flames, and even those who I affected, will probably write it off, they will justify it to themselves...

Probably.

My smile drops, and awkwardly I laugh, running a hand through my hair... I look down at my hands clasped in my lap, my legs stop swinging and I sigh.

"I'm in trouble aren't I?"

"Yep!"

"They're still mio though!" and Padre smiles at me while a twist my face up into a scowl. "Mio, mio, mio!"

"Of course. Of course, Principessa"