Chapter 35: between mists
"Why are you sending me away, teacher…" I pouted at my teacher who was in his sixth disguise now. A middle aged man with the usual tribal clothes and blindfold. The not-really-a-brunet-but-now-seemingly-brown-haired-man smiled apologetically at me and ruffled my hair in response.
"Sorry for that Al, but there are things that only mists can teach each other. For I'm not a mist, I can't help you in that matter."
"Fine." I sulked. "Who is going to be my tutor then?"
"My ex-student, your sempai."
"…I had a sempai?"
"Yes, he will be training you until you truly understand what your role as a mist is." The man looked up when he heard the soft knock on the door and smiled. "There he is, welcome back to Italy-
…
"…Zero-chan?"
"Hmm, five more minutes." I muttered.
"But… you're sleeping on the couch."
"That is where I was supposed to sleep, sempai. Five more minutes and I will cook breakfast…"
"And you have to train Mukuro-sama for the ring battles."
Ring battles…
Mukuro.
Arcobaleno.
Gola mosca.
Lambo.
I opened my eyes and shot up as my mind caught up with the memories. Chrome, who was sitting next to me, giggled and smiled at my reaction.
"Good morning Zero-chan."
"...Good morning Chrome." I sighed and relaxed after realizing where and when I was… Sleeping on the couch in Nanimori, the morning after the first ring battle.
"Why were you sleeping here, Zero-chan?" Chrome asked before her eyes widened in shock. "No, Mukuro-sama couldn't have... it's too soon." I heard her whisper.
"What are you talking about?" I sweatdropped. "I was just... worrying about the ring battles and fell asleep on the couch." Chrome seemed to relaxed at that and chuckled softly to herself.
"That is good then, I told him to take it easy." She muttered some other things as well, but I couldn't quite catch that.
"...Take what easy?" I frowned. The training?
"Who is the sempai you were talking about?" Chrome asked, avoiding my question. I blinked blankly at that and tilted my head in confusion.
"Sempai?" I muttered. "…I was talking about sempai?"
"You were muttering about your sempai when I tried to wake you up." Chrome nodded. "…So, who is your sempai?"
"Well… my sempai?" I answered hesitantly. Chrome sounded strangely forceful just now, something that actually made me consider overthinking several options in answering this question.
Sempai was sempai, nothing more and nothing less. Not a friend, not an enemy… just an acquaintance, just sempai.
"He tutored me for a while… that is it." I frowned. For one week to be exact, not long enough to figure out what kind of person he was… hell even years weren't enough to figure out what kind of weird person our teacher was. I could have expected him to be as weird as teacher. Anyways, we only knew each other for one week and the next time I saw him was also the last time I saw him.
At our teacher's funeral.
"I have to go to school now, good luck with training Mukuro-sama." Chrome smiled, apparently she was satisfied with the answer, before running off. I stared at the door that just closed behind the girl and noted that I was just interrogated by my own daughter… but why?
"That was weird." I decided before yawning again and deciding to make breakfast as usual.
…
"Good morning." I greeted Seth when he joined me at the table for breakfast.
"Good morning Zero-sama." Seth nodded. His clothes and duckling patterned tie that were slightly singed and the vials that contained new bright colored liquids indicated that he was awake for quite a while now.
"Were you mixing new chemicals, uncle Seth?" I sweatdropped. Seth wasn't the kind of person to voluntarily wake up early, but there were a few cases in which he could wake up without losing his self-control.
One of them was to wake up early to mix new explosive liquids that were inspired by his dreams. Those explosives were more often than not the most dangerous kinds of explosives that he mixed. The only kinds that were more dangerous were the kinds he mixed when he was totally wasted, I forbade alcohol from coming within a ten meter radius from Seth ever since that time, or when he was close to exploding.
"Yes." The brunet answered, looking completely satisfied with the homemade explosives that were now in their vials. I shook my head and decided against asking him what he made this time. I was sure that if I knew what it was supposed to do, I wouldn't be able to concentrate while training Muku-chan out of worry.
"What are you going to do today, uncle Seth?" I asked instead. Seth looked up and smirked at me.
"I was thinking about testing-"
"I get it." I interrupted quickly before he could say what his new explosives did. "…Be sure to take uncle Chris with you so nothing will get more destroyed than it is supposed to be… take the fifth basement if needed"
"Sure Zero-sama." Seth chuckled at that. Both he and I knew that the fifth basement was the most explosion-proof one in this house. "And what kind of training have you planned for 'Muku-chan'?"
"Hmm, I was actually planning on a spar with me." I mused. That would be the best option, considering the fact that Muku-chan's opponent was going to be an arcobaleno. It has been a while since I could go all out as well… alright maybe not all out, but close to it.
"…Third basement please." Seth nodded after staring incredulously at me for a little while. "And I want a copy of the records."
The third basement was the basement that had the testing site with the best security camera's.
…
"You… are telling me to fight you?" Mukuro asked me while holding his trident with his right hand. I looked amused at the incredulous comment and gave the teen a flower-smile.
"You may even wear the Vongola ring while fighting me. The ring is like a catalyst for dying will flames and will make it easier to use illusions."
"…You-"
"Yes, I'm telling you to fight me." I nodded. The pineapple haired teen stared at me with a disbelieving glint in his mismatched eyes. I stared back and kept on smiling while wondering what was wrong.
"You are aware that my six paths of hell can kill you easily, right?" the teen asked.
"…I forgot about that." I muttered. Mukuro looked less disbelieving and more amused at that. "Well, that makes it even better. You can use that too then." I added and Mukuro's disbelieve returned.
"…Why are you taking such… extreme measures?"
"Hmm… because I believe that your opponent is an arcobaleno." I explained. "A skilled illusionist as well and I believe that you never had to fight a real illusionary fight. Your experience in physical fighting is good, but your experience in mental fighting is less. So, you need an advantage."
"And your solution for that is to make me fight you with handicaps?"
"Indeed." I smiled as I ignited some of my flames. "Ready?"
"What do you think?" Mukuro asked almost sarcastically, but I didn't wait for his answer. Mukuro reacted just in time to counter my illusion that would have rendered him unable to fight if he couldn't reject it.
"Just a small advice: your opponent will not wait for an answer, Muku-chan. When the battle begins, the battles begin." I smirked. I started throwing random illusions at Mukuro, ranging from real illusions of attacking crows to ones that affects the mind and paralyzes the body with an overload of senses.
The blue haired teen was surprisingly good at avoiding the illusions that I threw at him, he could sense the differences in the normally flame-less air easily. I couldn't sense dying will flames as well as Mukuro, but I could notice the differences once I made contact with it. So dispelling illusions when I was hit with it was easy because I knew when it was real or not. My experience of past life's helped as well.
"Another advice, Muku-chan: experience can be used as inspiration in illusions and both you and I have an advantage… we have several lifetimes of experience." I smiled as I sidestepped an snake from Mukuro's third path of hell. The blue haired teen seemed to understand my advice because his illusions began to become more realistic after I told him that.
…if it could be called realistic.
"Pillars of magma?" I mused out loud.
"The six hells have some interesting things that I can use as inspiration." Mukuro smirked, though something was off. Mukuro's hands were slightly shaking and his expression wasn't entirely natural. This wasn't what I meant, not at all. This experience was clearly not something he should be using... or even considering using.
It clearly made him remember something he didn't want to remember and I suspected it to be the memories of the experimentations of the Estraneo.
Once again, I noticed that my student was more like me than I would have liked. I was the same. I did the same when I didn't know any better. But would I be able to do the same thing to shake him out of it? Am I strong enough to do it? Am I mentally able to do it?
I looked at Mukuro, who was slightly paler than before and nodded. I had to do it. I had to be strong enough. I will be strong enough. So I took a deep breath and concentrated.
"Hmm, interesting you say?" I whispered, both trying to convince myself of my purpose and to distract myself from what I was going to do. And the world fell apart.
The pillars of magma were not steady pillars anymore but distorted like the images that could sometimes been seen underwater. The entire room got a slight blue tint and everything began to float.
Mukuro and me included.
"Enjoying this sensation?" I asked the teen whose breathing was starting to become irregular.
"Kufufu, you can't say I am." Mukuro chuckled. The chuckle was slightly weaker than the usual and soon I could see what I was waiting for. Slightly twitching hands, the trident falling from his hands, unfocused eyes, slow and irregular breathing, blank stares. I nodded softly and promptly cut off every illusion in the room.
It was done. I survived. I did it. I'm fine now... however I couldn't entirely convince myself, I was never able to convince myself.
"You lost, Muku-chan." I whispered while resisting the urge of coughing and throwing up as the teen started to cough violently himself. "You lost when you lost your sight of reality."
"What was that." Mukuro managed to ask between coughs.
"Something that I don't really like to remember." I admitted. "The sensation of drowning."
…
Mukuro found himself sitting in one of the green couches of the living room with a green cup with hot chocolate in his hands not long after his spar with Zero. The said girl was sitting next to him with her own cup with hot chocolate in one hand and a remote control in her other hand.
The blue haired teen could see the many familiar scenes flash by on the screen of the television that was located across a small table. Scenes of this very house. A scene with Zero's uncles surrounded with flashes of neon colors flashed by and the scenes stopped by a very familiar place.
"Oya, the third basement?" Mukuro questioned.
"Indeed." Zero nodded while she continued fumbling with the remote control. "We are going to watch our battle."
The teen looked at his tutor and shook his head. He would never be able to understand what the girl went through in her past life's. She told him about a few experiences already, even confessing about the fact that she almost drowned, but for her to use that experience in a fight?
Right now, she didn't even look affected by a horrible memory like that.
"Here we go." Zero smiled satisfied as she pressed on the play button. The television started playing their fight now… but not as how Mukuro remembered it to be. The pillars of fire and crows that were made by illusions were visible on the screen, but nothing of the other illusions. And something was very different in the scene from what Mukuro could remember from the spar.
Zero was clearly affected by her own illusion while he couldn't see that before. The girl clearly had the same symptoms that Mukuro had when they were exposed to the experience of drowning, maybe even worse than his.
"This is how the fight looked like in reality?" he asked with a tone that was close to anger. Zero looked up and nodded.
"The true role of the mist is to create something from nothing, and nothing from something. Bewildering the enemy, to render the Famiglia's true form intangible with visions of deceit." She explained. "The scene you see here is different from what you saw when you lost your vision of reality because I hid it with illusions."
"Why did you use this memory if it affects you as well?!" Mukuro scowled, unable to look at the television any longer. Unable to look at the suffering look of the albino girl on the screen. The gasps of her breathing, the fluttering of her eyelashes and the deaddeaddeaddead and yet determined look in her eyes.
"Memories that had the most impact on you are always the memories that creates the most vibrant illusions, especially the bad memories. Especially trauma's. But those memories are the most dangerous kind of memories you can use in illusions as well. I needed you to know that your 'interesting' experiences in hell is the same as my experience of drowning: a last resort." Zero stated with honest eyes. Mukuro stared in those warm pale purple eyes for a good five minutes before nodding slowly and reluctantly looking away.
There were too many thoughts occupying his mind right now. Why the girl would suffer, just to teach him not to use too many of his worst memories. How her eyes can still be strong and warm after this. Wheter she could see that her suffering hurt him as well.
"Never use this again when you teach me." He ordered, trying to ignore his last thought but miserably failing to do so. Zero gave him a flowery and sparkly smile and nodded.
"I won't." She promised. "But this is what I needed to teach you before you act too fast like I once did."
"Did your teacher give you this lesson as well?" Mukuro asked.
"No, he didn't." Zero frowned before looking out of a window to the rain that slowly but surely turned into a storm. "He couldn't, because this was a lesson that only mists could teach each other. This lesson is the true burden of being a mist."
…
Even after Mukuro fell asleep, I was awake and staring at the lightning that struck the ground from the window in my room. Lambo was fighting right now. Did he have a tutor? Was it going to be alright? Will everything be fine?
Another lightning bolt hit the something that made the ground rumble and I tried to look away from the windows, tried to focus on doing my paperwork, tried to focus in general…
But it was impossible.
I was too worried about Lambo. Lambo was just a child, too young to know the dark world of the mafia. Too young to fight like this. Too young to know the pain of being hurt or hurting others… but then again, I was as well if I didn't consider my mental age.
I was only five when I decided to be a part of the mafia and created a crime syndicate. I was only ten when I established the alliance between the strongest Famiglia in the world and my Famiglia. Too young to do any of those. Was this worry what my uncles felt as well when I ignored my physical age and acted on my mental age?
I shook my head in confusion and remembered my meeting with the Vongola Nono. It didn't make any sense… the man seemed so proud of Tsuna, so determined to allow the Vongola change into what it was supposed to be. So kind and full of resolve.
It just didn't feel right how he decided against making Tsuna the Decimo so suddenly. How he decided to start a fight for the Decimo-title. How he made children fight professional assassins…
"Be sure to shock them, Lambo-kun." I muttered, knowing that asking him to win was too much and fully aware that he wasn't able to hear me. I did feel a bit better when I said that though. Maybe my message reached the kid.
…
"I didn't think that I would see you guys again." The Lambo from twenty years in the future smiled at the younger shocked faces of the Vongola's. "How nostalgic… of course she isn't here now. She has always been the busy one and she has always been the same. Sometimes I wonder why I never made the connection between her and the nice lady from the future. Well, it is all in the past now."
Lambo looked at the shocked young faces of the ones that he came to know in his childhood once again before looking at Levi, who was looking ready to kill him anytime and preferably soon.
"But it seems that this is not the time to be emotional." Lambo chuckled mirthlessly.
'Be sure to shock them, Lambo-kun.' Lambo heard a voice echo in a faraway memory.
"I will, Zero-nee." Lambo smiled. "I will."
…
Omake: an echo of a faraway voice
8 years in the future
"Why dancing?" A thirteen years old Lambo asked his surrogate brother. It has been a good eight years since he met his Tsuna-nii and Lambo has grown a lot since then. He outgrew his Afro and decided to straighten his hair, though it is still a curly mess. His fighting style was developed and its progress was quite nice. The now-teenager planned to train today, but that plan was thwarted by someone who wasn't even in the country.
"Because Reborn told us to." Tsuna reminded the teen. "I don't agree with it either, but Reborn wanted the two of us to learn ballroom dancing."
"I don't want to." Lambo stated firmly.
"At least Reborn chose a teacher we knew." Tsuna laughed.
"...Who?" Lambo frowned. "...Don't tell me that it is Mukuro. Please don't tell me that it is that pineapple. I don't care if he can even teach us the samba, please not that guy."
"No he isn't, but it is the one who taught him. You know her, she has been here for a while already." Tsuna smiled. Lambo looked at the twenty two years old man and frowned when he saw that smile. That bright smile was reserved for his family and loved ones, but currently not aimed at him.
"I liked it when your hyper intuition wasn't developed that well." A familiar voice sighed before the owner of the voice literally appeared out of nowhere. "I miss the time you greeted me with a cute shout of 'hieee'."
It took three seconds for Lambo to recover from the initial shock and surprise when Zero Estraneo appeared out of nowhere. Still the same as always, warm pale purple eyes, white curly hair that was cut shorter because some experiments of the Neo Estraneo burned her hair, sparkling smiles with flowers, still a head shorter than Tsuna-nii, still enjoying surprising people with her sudden appearances.
"Zero-nee!" Lambo cheered. "How long will you be staying this time? Did that pineapple do anything to you? How is your Famiglia? No, wait. Answer this first: Are you our teacher? Please say yes, please don't tell me that the pinea- Mukuro is going to teach us."
"Kufufufu, yes I am. Reborn informed me that you guys still needed to know how to dance last night with a letter and package that shouldn't be able to be arrived so quickly." Zero chuckled.
"Last night? I thought that he was in Columbia for a mission?" Lambo wondered out loud.
"He was probably done with his hunt for the targets and suddenly decided to arrange this." Zero shrugged. "He is probably hunting for coffee beans right now, he certainly has the time for it. I mean, he even sent me this dress."
"As always, Reborn has good taste." Tsuna chuckled.
"Yes, though I do wonder why he sent me it when he knows that I have enough thanks to M.M." Zero sighed, remembering the shopping sprees of hell.
Lambo shivered at his own memory of being forced to shop with the redhead and fully agreed that there was no need for extra clothes as long as M.M. was still alive and money existed on this world…
"As long as it isn't Mukuro that will teach us, I will be fine." Lambo shrugged in a desperate attempt to forget the horrible, horrible memory. "So, what are we going to do-"
BOOOOOM
"Pink smoke?" Tsuna coughed. "Don't tell me that…"
"It is the ten years bazooka." Zero nodded as she gestured to the small kid that replaced the Lambo of their time. The three years old kid looked up at the young man and woman who stared at him and blinked blankly. Who are they? What happened to aunty Octavia? Where was he?
"It is alright, Lambo-kun." Tsuna smiled. Lambo's eyes widened at the warmth of the beautiful smile of the brunet and he gasped. Was he dead? Was that an angel?
"Don't worry, Lambo-kun. You will be returned to your home soon, you just have to wait for a small five minutes." The albino flower-smiled and Lambo was sure of it now despite understanding what the woman said. He died. He was hit by that weird weapon and the angels had taken him to heaven, because what other place could this be than heaven?
"What is wrong?" Tsuna panicked when the tears appeared in Lambo's eyes, he gave Zero a desperate look and the girl shook her head. It was like most of the men she knew reacted like this when a kid begins to cry.
"…Here Lambo-kun." Zero smiled as she gave Lambo some candy. "Don't worry about it, you will go back to where you came from. I promise."
"Pwomise?" Lambo muttered as he took the candy.
"Promise." Zero flower-smiled. "O, before I forget to tell you! Be sure to shock them, Lambo-kun."
"Shock who-" Tsuna began, but he was interrupted by another burst of pink smoke
"…Did I miss something?" Lambo asked when he returned from the past.
"kufufufu, nothing." Zero laughed.
"Like I asked, who?" Tsuna tried again.
"Hmm, that is a secret." Zero smiled.
"Sure…" Tsuna sweatdropped. "And where did that candy come from?"
"The candy I gave Lambo-kun?" Zero shrugged. "It's a habit for me to carry candy around because of Spanner. He made it, you know?"
Lambo looked at the two with a smile when he remembered the first time that he really met them. The old memory was blurry, but it was still one of the most precious memories he had. It was that memory that made him yearning for the future he was in now...
"I'll be sure to shock anyone you want me to, Zero-nee." Lambo smiled softly at the old memory. It was the reason why he fought to be with to the ones he loved the most after all.
Hey guys, doubleyy here.
A little more of Zero's/ Alex(is)' past is revealed in this chapter, though I think that more mysteries appeared just now… oh well, some of these mysteries will be solved soon. Another look in the future as well, this was the first time that Lambo arrived in the future and the first time he met Zero and Tsuna. And just for the records, Seth never got his copy of the spar and the crows that Zero used were a hint of her past life as a Sinclair. Serena was called the scarecrow after all ;D. (Plus, I think that the little things that Zero could notice about Mukuro were things that only she could see because she knows him better than he could expect.)
To YomuHime: I'm not sure if the arcobaleno arc will even appear in this fic. I considered it, but it seemed unnatural with the events that I had planned for the future arc.
That is an interesting thought ddmahan922. In a twisted world like that, Zero would be forced to wear cute clothes by Lussaria and because she doesn't like attention she assassinates while she is invisible. That means that rumors of the Varia having a real ghost as a member will be born and everyone in the Mafia suddenly becomes paranoid of dolls and children rooms.
I hope that your exams went well, Viviene001 and if they aren't over yet: good luck.
That is right Reaper Senpai, the first time that Zero or Alexis in this case was introduced to cards was the roots of her love-and-almost-obsession for cards and card games. The whole reason of this was Frederic Chevalier, Alexis' grandfather, who liked to perform magic tricks with cards and her teacher who liked card games a bit too much.
Believe me, Drem, the Varia did notice but they lost a bet with the sun arcobaleno. Aka the one guy you do not cross. The reason why Zero couldn't escape with illusions was because there was only one way out of the school and she knew that the Varia was faster than her.
Kufufufu, thank you Alice aquabld, it has indeed been a long long journey.
Once again, thank you for all your support my dear readers! We have exceeded the 250 mark for both reviews and follows for this fic! Sometimes I wonder if some of the readers look at the amount of favs, follows, chaps or reviews to see if there will be a Sinclair omake or not, but you guys deserve it!
Omake 2: the daily life of the Sinclair's part 14
'Parents visitation day' was the word synonymous to 'hell' to Renato Sinclair because both his father and mother would be in the classroom to make the life of the teacher miserable and by extension, Renato's life as well. His mother would always wear a small smile on this dreaded day… which was combined with the most serious business face that she had.
And her 'business' is assassination.
The poor English teacher was already shaking and stuttering with the pressure of Serena Sinclair's appearance alone and this teacher was still lucky. Renatus Sinclair was on the parents visitation day of Renata this time. The last time it was only Renato who attended school, so last time the teacher had to face the combined pressure of his father and mother. Fortunately, there was always the presence of Renata to sooth the pressure.
But the pressure of being watched by the best hitwoman in the world and a man from the Sinclair family outweighed the warm smiles of the younger Sinclair sibling.
And now he was thinking about Renata, Renato prayed for his little sister to survive the humiliation that their father would bring her by his appearance. While his mother was scary, Renatus was… critical towards the teachers. He could always correct them and it never ended well for the teachers that Renato had before.
And then the embarrassment came from the incredulous stares from his classmates and their parents... God, he hated parents visitation day.
Renato was still mourning for the dignity of his little sister when he faintly heard someone knocking on the door.
"C-come in." The English teacher stuttered and when the door opened, he fainted. Renato didn't blame him, he couldn't. Because Renatus was standing there. Renatus Sinclair. Renatus Sinclair.
"What are you doing here, dear?" Renato heard his mother ask and Renato could feel the gazes of his classmates and their parents turn to him and burn in his back.
"You will see why." Renatus shrugged before standing next to his wife and smirking ominously at the class. "You will see…"
'No', Renato wanted to say. He did not want to find out, thank you very much.
"Excuse me, class." The principle of the school stated when he walked in the classroom with some men to take the unconscious teacher away. "The history teacher has run away. So until we have found a replacement for this incompetent teacher, you will have the student with the best marks for history of the school as your history teacher." The elderly man smiled calmly before following the men and unconscious teacher away.
Renato looked at his parents and couldn't help but think that it was their fault. Not anyone could make a teacher from a mafia school run away… That and Renata once complained about this teacher being a bad history teacher and Renata knew her… history…
Wait.
It didn't take too long before Renato was watching the door to his classroom in horror, he didn't even hear his idiotic classmate say something to him.
"Are you thinking about the same person as me kora?"
"Kufufufu, excuse me for my intrusion. My name is Renata Sinclair and I'll be the history teacher of this class until a replacement has been found." A four years old girl smiled as she walked in the classroom with a small ladder. The students watched the black haired girl in silence as she put the ladder behind the desk and climbed on the ladder to oversee the class properly.
Once again, Renato could feel the gazes of his classmates and their parents turn to him. He was already thinking that this day was the worst parents visitation day when some of the classmates and parents started mumbling about another Sinclair genius or when he heard the squeals of 'cute' and the sounds of camera's snapping. The fact that his mother was one of the parents that enthusiastically took pictures and that his father was recording everything with a camera made the day even better.
Note the sarcasm.
Had Renato mentioned that he hated parents visitation day already?
Omake 3: the daily life of the Sinclair part 15
School was tolerable at most on Monday's. After the usual hectic weekends in the Sinclair household, the almost peaceful lessons in the mafia-specialized school were boring. Yes, another verbal, borderline physical, fight between two mafia-heirs had broken out and the chemistry teacher was close to being assassinated by a bad attempt of mixing chemicals.
Or a good one if you consider the fact that the green haired brat meant to kill the teacher.
And all of that in the first period only.
But it was still boring according to Renato, someone who was used to daily assassination-training attempts of the number one hitwoman in the world and the more frequent than he would have liked one-sided verbal fights that his father put up… compared to whatever he had to put up with in the weekends, school was honestly boring.
The next period, history, was even more boring than usual. Though the principal did his best to recruit a competent history teacher, the lessons of this teacher were dull compared to the vibrant lessons that Renata gave the class.
He.
Was.
Bored.
And if there was anything that should be feared, then it should be a bored Sinclair. The most dangerous kind of Sinclair after a serious or determined one. And the class knew that, the teacher did not. The classmates knew what would happen if the teacher did not shut up soon, the teacher did not. The class had experience with a bored Sinclair, the teacher did not.
So while the students were trembling in fear because of Renato's bored expression, the teacher continued his lesson. His boring lesson. His lesson that somehow managed to get a bored Sinclair even more bored.
The students that were sitting in the seats around Renato were already struggling to not faint at the massive presence of a bored Sinclair, which meant that they almost jumped up and cheered out loud when they felt pressure fade away.
The students saw the visiting raven haired girl as an angel that saved them from her demon-brother, the teacher did not.
Once the man saw the younger Sinclair sibling, he trembled in something akin to fear, looked around for a way out of this classroom and promptly jumped out of the window, regardless of the fact that it was the third floor.
"Well… that was unexpected." Renata Sinclair muttered at the weird scene.
"Chaos Renata. Did you have this guy as your teacher before?" Renato asked his little sister. The four years old girl dropped some papers on the teacher's desk before walking to her brother and nodding.
"Once. It was boring." Renata pouted and Renato's classmates couldn't help the shiver to their spine. No matter how cute this girl was, they should not forget that she was a Sinclair as well…
Renato disguised a laugh as a cough at that. Though Renata was indeed a Sinclair, and a bored Sinclair will always be a dangerous person to be around with, she only chased her history teachers away. The girl knew too much about history according to her history teachers and always wanted to know more about history... So she asked questions. It could be considered normal to ask teachers about their lessons, but Renata's questions actually chased the teachers away.
According to what Renato managed to gather, the prides of the teachers were hurt when a four years old girl could understand more of their job than themselves... their prides were even crushed when they couldn't answer a 'simple' question, making them fear the girl and run away at sight.
At least she saved the class from a Sinclair that was almost bored to death because of that.
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