He was a cloud.
It was something that others tended to ignore, simply because he did not act like one should. He didn't try to make himself stronger, he was cowardly, he had no territory - how on earth could he be a cloud.
"The only thing that makes you a cloud," Verde once remarked, eyes full of scientific curiousity, "is all the drifting you do."
But they didn't know Skull well enough to judge, to see how much of a cloud he really was. He drifted. He did strive to become stronger - of stronger mind instead of body, instead of leaving behind corpses and blood, he left confusion. He let them all think they knew everything about him, that they managed to chain him down to fit a certain view they had of him.
But what cloud allowed themselves to be chained to the expectations of others?
His territory was that of people, and not simply a place. The moment he knew that communism was a thing of the past in Poland and that his uncle and family would be finally safer - he could feel his flames purr in his infant form, happily settling down from the anxiety he felt when he joined the circus all those years ago.
He was most definitely a cloud, if not in the way they expected him to be.
A/N: Fall of Communism in Poland: 1989. Arcobaleno curse: 1983. Thank you for favouriting and following and a big thank you to reviewers: Mukuro234, YokaiAngel, TheSilverHunt3r and ilovevartoonsgirl.