Crybaby

A person, especially a child, who sheds tears frequently or readily.

By definition, Skull was a crybaby. He had always been one, ever since that day from decades ago. The tears just poured out of his eyes, he'd cry over everything, no matter how big or small, everything seemed to make him shed tears. He was well aware that he was a crybaby, people called him that so often that it was engraved into his brain. If someone were to ask him to describe himself with one word, he'd say "Crybaby." No one that knew him as Skull could really figure out what was going on with the Cloud, and to be honest they really didn't care for the longest time. To them, he was just the ex-civilian Skull De Mort, the Inverted Cloud, and the weakest of the Rainbow. But of course there was more than meets the eye with the purple stuntman, and people were about to find out why exactly Skull is the way he is.

Every mission, every little noise, every insult made the Cloud of the Arcobaleno cry, sometimes sob even. During the first meeting, when they all met, he seemed like a "wimp" according to Reborn's own words. He had arrived shortly after the meeting was set to begin, and threw open the doors to the mansion, flinching with tears starting to form at the loud bang that echoed as a result. He quickly laughed it off, though. "Hahaha! The Great Skull-Sama has arrived!" He shouted obnoxiously, trying to mask his fear, no utter terror of the new environment, sounds, and people he found himself surrounded by. No one responded to him, so he "confidently" strode to the only open seat, a vibrant purple chair. Tears started forming in his eyes again. The color purple was one he both loved and feared. No matter how much he loved the color, he still feared and associated it to his childhood which was not good. And here comes his coping mechanism- "How did you know the Great Skull-Sama's favorite color was purple?" The loud and obnoxious personality helped him to shove his feelings deep down. He knew his way of coping wasn't healthy, but it worked, so he didn't care.

This time, he did get a response. From Reborn of all people. "Just sit down." His tone held no room for arguments, and was clearly not friendly. But like the bullied and obedient kid he was, he quietly sat down, not wanting to irritate the man further. He knows better, he knows his place. He is at the bottom of the food chain, and he can tell that those who are around him are at the very top.

"Alright then. Since we are all here, let's begin our introductions! I am Luce Giglio Nero, and I am a pregnant Sky. Would anyone like some refreshments?" She smiled a sweet and innocent smile(lies, the smile was all a lie. Skull could see through it. The smile was the same smile his father gave him whenever he reassured him that the animatronics weren't dangerous. What a lie.) A chorus of various "no's" was the answer she got from everyone except Skull, who responded with a polite yet loud "no thank you!" Despite her offer of refreshments being turned down she still continued smiling. (Fake fake fake fake fake fake fake… Fake!)

The room was silent for a few minutes, no one wanting to start the chain of introductions. "Ah, since no one else seems to want to start. I will." A Chinese man stood up from his red chair. He has long black hair tied into a braid, and dark gray eyes. He had this... aura to him that seemed as if he were the calm before the storm. "I am Fon. I am a Storm and have been with the Triads since my birth. I hail from the HIbari clan, and I excel in martial arts and have many awards for my fighting abilities and style. It is a pleasure to meet you all." The Storm bowed slightly, his words sounding like honey used to catch flies.

Since the man, Fon, started, the others were more inclined to introduce themselves. The blue haired lady spoke next. "The name's Lal Mirch. I'm a Rain and I work with COMSUBIN. That's all you're getting out of me." Lal seems very headstrong and like a "kick ass take names" kind of person. And she appears to be the only female there besides Luce.

More tension left the room as more introductions were made. The next to go was the green haired man with glasses and a lab coat. "Verde. Lightning. I am a scientist and known as the next De Vinci." A quick but short introduction. He seems like an introvert who will just hole up in his lab and do science stuff.

"Viper. Information broker and I am a Mist. Anything else will cost you." Another quick and to the point introduction was made. They wore a hood that covered their entire body except for their lower face, truly seems like a person shrouded in mystery.

"Chaos. You all probably know me already, but I am Reborn, a Sun. And the World's Greatest Hitman." Wait, did he say hitman?!

"H-hitman?! What is going on?!" The only one not introduced screeched, tears of fear forming in his eyes. The "hitman" in question snorted. Reborn took out a gun and pointed it to the violet haired man. "Speak." The single word echoed through the room, ringing in Skull's ears. A chocked sob escaping his throat out of pure terror.

"I- I am Skull De Mort! Immortal Stuntman Hated by Death Itself!" He managed to get the introduction out, hoping it would calm the other even slightly. The opposite happened. The hitman seems angrier. "Is that all? What kind of flames do you have, huh Skull?" His voice was condescending, but also teasing in a rude way. "What- What do you mean by… flames?" Skull's fear showed in his voice. Poor man was literally trembling and sobbing… Oh how I wish I could give him a hug…

"..." Once again everything was silent. "Do you mean to tell me that you don't know what Dying Will Flames are?! Are you even in the mafia?!" Now his tone was angry and outrageous. Another choked sob made its way past Skull's lips and the widening of his eyes was a clear indication to them that he was not a part of the mafia, and really was a civilian with no knowledge of flames.

"Wow. A civilian is the world's strongest Cloud. A civilian who knows nothing about the mafia or flames. I suggest you learn your place, Lackey. The mafia does not take kindly to crybaby civilians." Reborn shot off a warning bullet that flew right next to Skull's head, just barely missing him.

That was just the beginning. His life was about to change, for better or worse, he'd have to wait and see.

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An artistic and poetic movement or style using symbolic images and indirect suggestion to express mystical ideas, emotions, and states of mind.