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Star

1. a luminous sphere of plasma held together by its own gravity


Five years old

January 8, 20XX

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It's been two years, and Hayato and Yukino still haven't spoken to each other. Not even once.

Yukino never found out why he never apologized, nor did she ever find out why his pride was so big.

But then again, she had other things to worry about.

Her daily demands from her stepmother to practice piano every single day and to study study study were one of the things she's had to deal with.

And for the second one... well... her stepmother was pregnant.

And that meant Yukino was going to be an older sister.

Well, half older sister.

But that difference meant nothing to Yukino.

She was going to be a sister.


January 10, 20XX

{First Person POV}

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The rarest thing happened today.

There was an earthquake.

Right when my stepmom was in labor.

...Is this a sign that my baby brother will be a genius child like me?

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I hope not.


January 12, 20XX

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It's currently 10 A.M., and Stepmom's still fast asleep.

Meaning, she's too tired to yell at me to never go in my brother's room and stay away from her "angel."

That clearly means today's a very good day, and the plus side to it is now I'm allowed to visit my brother for the first time.


"Futa. That's your baby brother's name, Yukino."

I had frowned. "Why Futa?"

Papa blinked, and then laughed. "Futa de la Stella, Futa of the Star. I guess it's 'cause it has a nice ring to it, don'tcha think?"

I opened the door to his room, (which was "surprisingly" bigger than mine) careful not to wake him up.

I walked over to his crib, and stared at him.

Light brown fuzz were on his bare head, and his eyes were closed, him napping peacefully.

I blinked. He looks like me sorta.

I blinked again, realizing what I just thought. ...He looks like me?

Then Futa's eyes opened, half lidded, and upon seeing me his eyes opened fully.

His eyes didn't have a specific color.

It was like an out-of-the-galaxy type of thing where there was no exact color to describe them.

...A new color maybe...?

He just stared at me, and in response, I blinked.

He blinked back.

I blinked again, and then awkwardly cleared my throat. "Er... hi, Futa. I'm your older sister, Yukino."

He blinked.

I sighed. "Yeah, I know, it's stupid, me trying to talk to you like you'd understand me..."

Suddenly a flush appeared onto his cheeks, and he giggled adorably, his eyes crinkling with innocent joy.

I blinked, feeling something unfamiliar in the atmosphere, and then my eyes widened in realization.

My feet were no longer on the ground.

That simple innocent giggle made me and all of the objects in this room float.

Except him.

Except him and his gravitational baby crib.

I blinked, staring at my little brother in wonder.

Futa is a literal star, I realized.

He's the only thing in this room that has his own gravity, just like a star.

'Futa... of the star.'

Huh.

It does have a nice ring to it.

At that, I cracked a smile in amusement, and when Futa saw it, he smiled back at me and everything was set gently back onto the ground.

"OW!"

Well, maybe except me.

His response was a giggle hiding something more than just humor.

Smugness? Amusement?

I frowned.

It was mischief.


Eight years old (Giant time skip I know, but it's necessary)

March 4, 20XX

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"Wake up! Wake up! Sowella! Sowella!~"

I rubbed my eyes, yawning, sitting up. "What is it, Futa?"

"Futa pashed! Futa pashed!" He started jumping on my bed.

Yes. Turns out Futa was just a normal boy and that that sight from when I first met him was just my imagination. That meant he couldn't pronounce things as easily as Hayato and I did as kids.

Hayato... I inwardly cringed at the thought.

I stretched. "Mhm~ And what exactly did you pass child?"

"Futa pashed a test!"

I froze, and smiled awkwardly. "W-what test, Futa?"

He tilted his head innocently. "Hm~ Oh! Da test Nonna and Sowella took in my age!"

I stiffened. So Futa isn't a genius child... but he's just a prize in the De la Stella famiglia now...

The complete opposite of me.

He grinned at me. "Mama wash sho happy! Dash a good thing 'wight Sowella?"

I nodded slowly. "Mhm... of course... 'Mama's' never happy, after all..."

He blinked. "Whaddaya mean Showella? Mama's always happy!"

"Around me she isn't..." I muttered.

He frowned. "Sowella?"

I smiled at him. "It's nothing Futa. Congrats!"

He blinked, but shrugged, beaming. "Thank you! Well, Mama told Futa to wake you up, sho now that you awake get weady for school, Sowella!~"

I blinked, and groaned. "School..."

He smiled at me. "Don't worry! If Sowella hash bullies, Futa will pwotect you fwom them!"

I snorted in amusement and laughed. "I'm sure you will, Futa."

He pouted. "Futa is shewious!"

He attempted to look serious and mad, but it was like a mouse trying to act like a lion.

The attempt was pointless.

I smiled. Futa would make a cute mouse...

"YUKINO! GET DOWN HERE FOR SCHOOL RIGHT NOW!"

I blinked. Well that was a new one. I shrugged, and ruffled the boy's hair. "Well, 'Mama's' calling for me, so I have to get ready now, alright? Good job on passing the test again, Futa. I'm proud of you."

He beamed.

I smiled, and pat his head.

He pushed my hand off his head and he grinned at me. "Well, haff fun at school, Sowella!"

I sighed, but sent a desperate smile. "Thanks." I headed to the bathroom to get ready.


As I walked into the dining room, there was someone new present, I realized.

I froze.

Hayato.

...He's changed a lot.

"Well?" Stepmother said. "Greet him."

I averted my eyes. "Hi."

He just shoved his hands into his pockets. "Che."

Papa's awkward laugh sounded throughout the room. "Oh come on, you two, make up already, will you? You're going to be going to school together from now on, after all!"

I frowned. "And when was this decided?"

"A week ago. By me," Stepmother rolled her eyes. "Taking you to school is too much of a hassle. No one has time for you, now that Futa is going to be the new heir."

Is it bad to say I'm not surprised? I inwardly thought.

Papa frowned. "Alissa..." He turned to me, and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Yukino. I would have offered to take you, but I have a lot of paperwork to deal with here, and well-"

I sighed. "It's fine. I have to go with him, there's no choice. I get it."

Papa bit his lip guiltily.

"Anyway, now that this is all settled, can we go now? I have friends to hang out with," said Hayato.

"Right." Papa knelt down and hugged me, a smile on his face. "Have a great day at school, sweetheart."

I nodded. "You too."

Once I turned to Hayato (who was looking very annoyed), I already became my nickname at school: Emotionless-Yukino.

I looked at him with dull eyes.

He flinched.

I smiled dryly. "Sorry about that, let's go. Wouldn't want to keep your friends waiting, after all."

He looked away. "Che. Whatever."

The car ride there was silent.

We obviously weren't friends anymore.

Though, I'm pretty sure it's still all his fault.


I made one friend today.

His name is Lucas.

He's an alright guy, but he's ten years older than me and is Hayato's bodyguard.

I spotted him at recess looking bored, so I walked over to him and just talked to him about random things.

He doesn't talk back to me, but he listens at least.

After all, before Lucas, I had no other friends.

Meanwhile, Hayato has tons of friends.

...Huh.

"Say, Lucas..."

He stared at me.

"How does Hayato manage to keep up that friendly mask all day?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean... He's definitely not like that around me or you, so why does he bother?"

Lucas just shrugged.

I frowned, not fine with that answer, but the bell rang for class, cutting off my train of thought.

I sighed, but smiled at him. "Thanks for listening to me."

He nodded.

And then I walked back to class alone.


The silence was killing me.

It was the end of school, and Hayato and I were next to each other, waiting for our rides.

No one said a thing.

It was getting frustrating.

You see, Hayato and I have been attending the same school for years, but we never met each other face to face.

So today morning was the first time I met him in five years.

Wait.

We haven't talked in five years, and yet we had nothing to say to each other?

...Bullshit.

"Did you just cuss?" he asked, glaring.

I blinked. Ah. I said that out loud. I shrugged. "So what? You already know I'm used to it."

I spotted his eyes soften for a fraction of a second before they hardened again and he scoffed. "Yeah, but that doesn't give you an excuse to curse. It's vulgar."

I scoffed back, suddenly feeling a need to bring up the past. "And yet it's okay for you to curse?"

He frowned. "I never said that."

I scowled. "When you were four you called me a bitch."

His eyes widened, and he looked away. "That's different."

I frowned. "That's different? How? Explain to me how that's different!"

"Because I wasn't thinking and- Well you called me an ass you know!"

"Only because you called me a bitch and the fact that you really were acting like an ass!"

He glared. "I was? How?!"

"You blamed me for something I didn't do-!"

"Don't act innocent, you did plan it!"

"And how is that?!"

"You're a De la Stella! You have ranking powers, you can literally predict the future! You knew she was going to die, and so you got me a present that she recommended so that I could be reminded that she's dead!"

I froze.

. . .

"Are you kidding me?"

He glared. "Do I look like I'm kidding-?"

"So we lost our friendship because of some stupid explanation your brain created."

He narrowed his eyes. "What?"

I smiled bitterly. "Ha, so you really are an idiot Hayato..."

He scowled. "Excuse me?"

"I don't have fucking ranking powers. As if I wasn't blamed enough for it already... hah, having the last name is "evidence" in itself..."

He frowned. "What do you mean? Father told me-"

I glared. "Is your father in the De la Stella famiglia?"

He blinked, and he clenched his fists. "No..."

I frowned. "Why do you believe everything your father says?"

He frowned. "Because he always speaks the truth."

I stared at him. "Well he doesn't."

He glared. "And how are you supposed to know that?!"

"Because he told you one lie about the De la Stella famiglia, right here and now!"

"That was just a simple misunderstanding! You should know that your famiglia is very secretive!"

"Of course I know that! But he shouldn't be spreading false information if he doesn't know for sure!"

"H-he only told me-!"

"This isn't the first time he's lied to you Hayato! He told you another big lie!"

"Of course he didn't! Why would he-?!"

"He told you Lavina wasn't your blood-related mother!"

"Because that's the complete truth-!" he shouted back, frustrated.

"Lavina is your fucking mother, Hayato! She herself told me! Everyone but you!"

"You're just trying to make my father look bad-!"

"It's the truth, Hayato! Fucking listen to me for once!"

. . .

His eyes widened. "No... that can't be right... He said-"

I glared. "I wasn't going to tell you this, but now I suddenly feel a need to! She was going to tell you herself in your birthday! We talked on the phone about it countless times, and... she sounded so happy, so excited..." I felt myself tearing up. "She got you a second set of my book for your gift, you know?!"

He looked lost. "Why are you crying? I don't understand, I-"

I wiped my tears. "I understand if you don't trust my words anymore. You have no reason to trust me. But just know this, Hayato. Once you finally accept the fucking truth and get over your pride and apologize, I'll be there, crying with you, comforting you. Just like friends should be-"

"We're not friends any-"

I glared. "FUCKING SNAP OUT OF IT YA IDIOT!"

*slap*

His eyes widened, and I clenched my fists, tears rising up my eyes. "Please, do me a favor, and come back to your senses."

His eyes were dull. "I... Yukino... what-"

"We are friends. You need to trust me, I would never plan something as insensitive as what I did that day. I have no reason to do that to you and... I'm- I'm so sorry, Hayato. But... I... I missed your company, y'know?"


"She did what?!"

I stiffened. It's about me, isn't it?

"He did that?! That damn bitch, I swear-!"

I sighed inaudibly. It's definitely about me.

"I'm so sorry for what she did. I'll make sure to make her apologize to you personally and have her find your son herself."

A pause.

"No no, I'd be happy to teach this girl some discipline. Poking her nose into business she doesn't belong in, who does she think she is?"

Another pause.

"I apologize deeply for her actions. We'll be seeing you soon."

The phone call ended, and I covered my ears, bracing myself.

"YUKINO!" she screeched.

Since I was already standing in front of her bedroom, I waited five seconds before entering.

"You called, Stepmother?"

She turned to me with a full on glower. "How dare you break a happy family apart?! His father's worried sick!"

I blinked. "Who are you talking about?"

"Don't act innocent! You made him believe a complete lie and now he's run away from his home! Do you know how stupid that is?! How dare you stick your nose into business that isn't yours?!"

Is she... Is she talking about Hayato?

I frowned. "But it's not a lie. Lavina is Hayato's mother-"

*slap*

"See? This, is what I mean by sticking your business into others'. You start believing false rumors, and you break a family. You're a monster, do you realize that you little bitch?"

My fists clenched. "Where's Papa?"

She scoffed. "He was sent out for a mission this morning after you left for school."

"And he didn't tell me? Where is he, Stepmother?"

She rolled her eyes. "He was assassinated by an enemy famiglia. They tricked him into thinking they were going to discuss an alliance and they ambushed him."

My eyes widened. "Papa's... gone?" My voice cracked.

"Yes, he's gone. And you know what? It's because of you. You monster. You ruin everything! Hypnotising my poor Futa into liking you... What sorcery do you-?!"

"I don't care how much you hate me Stepmother!" I screamed. "Why do you not show any concern for your husband?! Why did he have to die for this famiglia?! Why was he the only one that died?!"

"You dare raise your voice at me-!"

I glared. "Who gives a fucking shit?! Answer my damn questions bitch!"

*slap*

I blinked at the contact of an unfamiliar hand to my cheek.

I turned my head slowly.

Nonna.

She was furious.

"You dare use such language towards your stepmother?! We did not teach you to behave this way!"

I felt tears gather, and let them fall. "I have been taught this behavior, Nonna. The only reason why I've learned these words is because of Stepmother herself."

Stepmother scoffed. "What nonsense are you speaking-?!"

I laughed bitterly. "But of course, no one will take my side anymore because I'm not even a real De la Stella. I don't have your blood. I don't have ranking abilities. The only one who loves me truly is Papa! To you two, I might as well just be your personal slapping bag!"

Stepmother scowled. "Mother. I've given her so many chances, and yet she continues to break them. I say we abandon her once and for all. Isaac's not even here to protest for her anymore."

"Are you serious-? I'm done. I'm done dealing with this 24/7. You don't even care about Papa. I'll do everyone a favor and leave. I'm sure not a single person will miss my presence, right?!"

Nonna stared at me wide-eyed, mortified. "Yukino... I'm so sorry... To think I-"

"It doesn't matter anymore. There's no one existing on this earth that loves me. Papa's dead. I never got to meet Mama. Hayato hates me. Futa doesn't understand yet. I might as well just die!"

I opened the door, and Nonna desperately called out my name. "Yukino! Where are you going?"

"Away from this hell!" I replied, and shut the door as loud as I could.


March 5, 20XX

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I didn't get to say goodbye to Futa.

I didn't get to say goodbye to anyone.

I just left, hoping to leave behind any other past memories with it.

So here I was now, just sitting in the same park bench, wondering whether I should still live or not.

It was midnight, and I had finished sobbing for 2 hours straight.

I felt emotionless.

Just like my nickname at school.

Ha. So Hayato moved out, huh?

Looks like we're in the same boat now.

" Are you okay?" asked a foreign voice, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

I blinked. I didn't understand a thing. I looked up, and met a girl about my age, but she didn't look Italian. She had Asian-ish features, and caramel colored hair.

" You look very sad. Like all hope is lost."

I tilted my head. "Sorry, I don't quite get what you mean-"

" Do you need a friend? "

I blinked. "Huh?"

" EXTREME! Kyoko, I finally extremely found you! You would've gotten hurt had I not found you sooner! It's an extremely dangerous hour! " said a new foreign voice. A boy's, who had spiky silver hair.

He was very... extremely loud.

She turned to him. " Ah, Onii-chan! I found someone very sad here, do you think Otou-chan will mind if we take her with us? I think Otou-chan will be able to find out why she's sad! "

" No extreme problem! That's extremely nice of you to think of others Kyoko! "

I frowned. I didn't understand their conversation, but they kept on gesturing to me, so they were most likely talking about me.

The girl then tugged on my arm, and I blinked, before noticing her gesturing to follow her.

As I really didn't have anywhere specific to go, I followed.

If they were leading me to a trap, it was fine, as I didn't mind if I died.

But little did I know, they lead me to a new lifestyle that changed my life forever.


So.

Sasagawa Kyoko and Ryohei... meeting Yukino in Italy.

If you noticed (and if you did, I give you a virtual cookie) the date for the 8 year old timeskip is at March 4, which is our little Sasagawa Kyoko's birthday.

Basically, as in Japan they ended school, they traveled to Italy in celebration of Kyoko's 9th birthday.

So on March 5 midnight, they met her, as Kyoko got lost in the great country of Italy.

I'm sorry again if that made no sense.

From your trashy author,

Ally. XD