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Sorry this is so late, I was preoccupied with collage and mirror… sorry, not sorry.
Beautifully beta'd by Quetoa!
Tsuna wasn't really sure why he had decided to jump from the window like he had, but it wasn't like he could be injured from such a small height. Hell, his most relaxing point to think, away from other people's emotions, was in the sky, high above Namimori in the clouds. It was cold, sure, but he could control his internal temperature just as easily as he could call fire to his hands, so he never really felt it. There was a time, when he had first discovered his hide-away, when he had spent a good 5 hours in the clouds, just floating, flying, moving the clouds to his will. It was so fun, he had forgotten to go home in time for dinner.
He stopped his decent about 5 inches off the ground and flew over to the gym, walking normally up the stairs from there. He could feel his determination waning as he opened the door, but he found that he couldn't run from this now. Not now that he could feel a very particular kind of fear, and he could hear the scream of his crush's grandmother.
Kyoko really was in danger.
The first thing he heard as he stormed into the building was Kyoko's yell to give back what ever it was that was taken from her, her grandmother's cry a pleading echo of the young girls'. He burst past the crowd of people watching this fascinating spectacle and rushed over to the center, where he could sense Kyoko's distress and Mochida's vein victory, and someone else's fury.
"Ah! Sawada actually showed up!" Someone in the crowd behind him laughed, but Tsuna really didn't care. He looked on at the scene that made his resolve not to seriously harm Mochida waver. In his hand was Kyoko's bracelet, passed down to her after her grandmother died in her sleep, and he was waving it high in the air where Kyoko couldn't reach to get it back. One of his subordinates was holding back Kurokawa Hana, Kyoko's best friend – and that was where he felt that unbridled rage from.
"Give that back, you disgusting slime ball!" Hana yelled, pulling against the hold on her arms. She kicked the young teen between the legs, catching the inside of his thigh and she stumbled forward, free for just a moment before another grabbed her, and held her tight to his own body. Her anger tinged with a fear for herself as the young man, older than her by 2 years and bigger by at least a foot, literally pinned her to his body.
"Hana-chan!" Kyoko yelled, and her distress doubled as she looked back at her bracelet and then darted over to her friend, intent on helping her.
"Haha! Look at this awesome new good luck charm I got!" he laughed, and the distress in Kyoko was nearing a crippling level.
"Sawada!" he shouted, taking a sweeping look at the teen standing at the front of the crowd of people. His shout caused Kyoko to turn her attention over to him for a second, his name on her lips, but she turned back to continue trying to pry the senpai's hands off of her best friends' body. Tsuna had seen more than enough and turned to Mochida.
"Give that back. Now. And call off your subordinate."
"Ha! Or what? You going to make me?"
Tsuna didn't bother answering him, instead turning to Kyoko and said quietly, "I don't think you'll want to walk home with me now, but these are my powers. I don't mind using them for others." As he turned back to Mochida, both captain and the third-year were sent flying. The third year crashed against the wall, slid down and lay moaning on the floor while Mochida flew clear across the gym, hitting the wall with such speed and pressure he left a dent in the wall 8 feet up. Tsuna kept him there, high on the wall, and left him to turn his attention fully on Kyoko.
"Did he hurt you? Sasagawa-san, Kurokawa-san?"
Tsuna's own anger at the situation had over taken his mind, and he had blocked out every other emotion in the gym so he didn't affect anyone with his emotions. But as he watched the girls take a frightened step back, shaking their heads as they went, Tsuna closed his eyes and let his power of Empathy roam the large space. Then he understood why they had stepped away from him.
The fear.
It was overwhelming. The sheer terror he could feel from every one there, from the girls to the spectators, and even Mochida, still high off the ground. The upperclassman was shaking in fear as he struggled to move any of his limbs, finding that he couldn't fight Tsuna's force. Tsuna curled in on himself, letting Mochida slide slowly and carefully to the floor. The bracelet, ripped from Mochida's hand when the other was sent away, and left floating in the air like someone was still holding it, began to make its way over to Kyoko, who screamed in panic when her arm reached out for the jewelry; she hadn't been the one to move her own arm.
"Kyoko!" Mochida cried, panic in his own mind with her scream. He scrambled to his feet, even as his legs shook in the face of someone he now knew he couldn't beat. He picked up his shi-ai from where it dropped on the ground and began to make his way to Dame-Tsuna- no, it wasn't Tsuna, it was a monster, a thing that could do things normal human people couldn't! It could hurt people; people he loved! One foot in front of the other, slowly at first, then quicker as his bravado picked up.
Once he was close enough, he lifted the shi-ai high over his head, brought it down as sharply as he could over Tsuna's and watched as the small body in front of his nearly crumbled to the floor. The monster lay there a moment, still as if Mochida had knocked it out, but he lifted his shi-ai again and brought it down with all the force he could when Tsuna moved. The weapon hit Tsuna's small body with a dull thud, but the hit was a solid one, and it was followed by three more. Panting, he dropped the shi-ai, barely taking notice of the blood on the side of it, and growled,
"Get out."
Tsuna twitched, tears in his eyes from the pain in his side and his head, but he got up. One hand braced on the floor, the other on a knee he struggled to stand on his own without his power. He glanced at Kyoko, her face blurred from his tears, but she stood, unhindered, beside her friend. She wasn't going to come to his aid this time.
"Get out, and don't come back, you freak!" Mochida roared, taking a brave step forward. It startled Tsuna into triggering his telekinesis, and he used his power to literally rocket himself out the highest window near the roof. He paused a moment, looking back down at the spectators there, their terror at witnessing Tsuna's powers was palpable as Tsuna put the window back together after shattering it. Blood dripped down the side of his head, and as Tsuna let out a shuddered breath he could feel his ribs creaking; one, possibly two were broken, and he knew he was bleeding there too. He lifted his left arm, in hopes of trying to see which bone was broken there, and watched the crowd watching him flinch back in fear.
Fighting his tears was a loosing battle, and he turned away, looking to find Reborn on the roof beside him and sighed when their eyes met.
"I didn't know they would react like this, Tsuna."
The hitman's eyes were clouded with dread, grief that Tsuna was rejected in such a horrible way. Tsuna turned to face him fully as the window finished piecing itself back together.
"I'm the one who can see the future." he sniffed, his voice breaking as the first tears made their way down his cheeks, mixing with the blood and falling to his shirt. "I should have." He darted up wards, toward the sky in the hopes of finding the only place he could be truly free of judgement, of everyone else's fears and emotions.
Reborn watched the child fly, and bit back the anger he had for the children in the gym. Tsuna had just saved those two girls – defended them from a bully, and literally saved one from being partially molested (because even if Tsuna missed it, Reborn saw how that third-year had his hands all over Kurokawa Hana's shirt, and was very close to copping a feel).
Hell, even after being struck in the head by Mochida, Tsuna had still saved the larger teen from being shot by Reborn. Sure, the hitman was only going to use a stun bullet that would have knocked him out for a good day or so, but Tsuna had still stopped the bullet less than an inch from an angered Reborn's rifle. The killer tisked and tried again as Mochida really let himself go against Tsuna, but again, the powerful boy stopped Reborn – and in the most infuriating way possible, too. Tsuna forced Leon to transform back into a lizard and prevented him from transforming into anything else!
Even now, Reborn couldn't follow the small brunette speck in the sky because Leon was still stuck as a lizard!
By the time Reborn could only barely make out Tsuna's outline near the clouds, Leon finally moved; the lizard jumped off the brim of his partner's hat and crawled down to his hand, transforming into a pair of binoculars. Without looking away from where he had last seen Tsuna, Reborn lifted Leon to his eyes and watched as the clouds moved just enough to swallow Tsuna whole.
Tsuna was gone.
Reborn couldn't fault the kid for running/flying, but damn that was high. The clouds moved with the wind and Reborn had to wonder – did Tsuna go even higher or did he move with the clouds? Because the kid wasn't there anymore.
With a huff, the trained killer turned his murderous gaze back down to the children he really wanted to maim, if only a little, because Tsuna was a good boy, he really was. He did absolutely nothing to deserve the treatment he was getting. Instead of acting out on his anger, however, he settled down at the window and watched as a tall silver-haired teen darted over to Kyoko and embraced her.
Sasagawa Ryohei had been jogging around the school, only his fifth lap, so pretty early in his usual warm-up, when he heard distressed voices coming from the gym. He paused, cocked his head to the side and just when he thought he should probably keep going and let the disciplinary committee deal with it (since he could see a few red arm-bands around, and when there was more than one, then Hibari Kyoya was sure to be somewhere nearby) he heard the one sound he hoped to never hear.
Kyoko's scream. It was accompanied by the sound of glass shattering, and that was all the boxing captain needed to burst into the gym, just in time to watch everyone there – oddly watching the skylight he couldn't see out of at his angle – flinch collectively, as if they were all folding away from a blow.
"Oi!" he said in his quietest voice (most would consider it a shout from anyone else) as he shook the shoulders of one on-lookers. The poor boy looked – rightfully – terrified as Ryohei 'spoke' again.
"What EXTREAMLY happened here? Where is my sister?!"
Unfortunately for the young innocent, Ryohei forgot to stop shaking his shoulders. He couldn't let out a sound. Fortunately, Kyoko heard her brother's voice and called out to him from the middle of the gym. Ryohei tossed the poor soul onto another bystander and pushed passed the herd of people, looking to make sure his little sister was OK.
"KYOKO!" he yelled as he got closer, breaking away from the people on the front line and darting to her side. He wrapped her in a hug for a moment before he pulled back to examine for damage. Kyoko, his baby sister who couldn't hurt anyone even if she tried, had puffy red and watery eyes, her hands to her chest, cradling one wrist carefully, as if injured there.
With a gentle hand he only ever used on Kyoko, he pulled at her hands, unfurling them to reveal the deep red line across her right wrist, where their grandmother's bracelet lay. Ryohei only had a single vague memory of the woman, since she died the day before Kyoko was born, and it was of that bracelet, as the dying woman handed it to him to give his baby sister when she was born.
And he had done just that. The day his mom and dad brought home Kyoko, Ryohei had bumbled his way over to her, grinned and 'placed' the bracelet on her chest. His mother constantly argued that he had actually thrown it, but he was sure he had been extremely gentle. It was his extreme baby sister after all.
But now someone had caused his extreme baby sister pain. And whoever that person was, he was going to extremely hurt them back.
"Who extremely hurt you?" Ryohei questioned, his eyes never leaving Kyoko's. She was such a kind soul; but he wasn't as stupid when it came to how she acted as some people thought. She wouldn't outright lie to him and tell him no one hurt her; no, she would say that she was fine, and either ask to go home, or distract him with the thought of dinner. She wouldn't say who hurt her. But her eyes always answered him, and she always looked at what ever she wanted to get away from.
Her eyes darted to her left for less than a second.
"I'm f-fine." She attempted an airy smile. "Can we go home, Onii-chan? I want to start on making dinner."
Ryohei followed her eyes and landed his sights on one Mochida Kensuke.
"OI! Did you Extremely hurt my little sister?!"
"I didn't do anything to her." Mochida said absently, studying the blood on his shi-ai. He knew a lot of people thought he was stupid, and he really didn't care about that. And maybe he really was stupid to be ignoring the taller, more buff teen whose sister he had just been teasing, but Mochida could only focus on the fact that he had some of the monster's blood… he could draw up some tests to do on it. See what the hell made Tsuna so powerful. Maybe he wasn't even human?
Mochida was a Bio-chem major, or at least, he wanted to work in the field when he was older. For now, he just had a lot more knowledge on the subject than most his age – enough to know his way around a science lab, and a blood testing kit. He looked up at the rest on his kendo team and started walking toward them-
Just in time to avoid getting his head slammed in by the bigger teen he really should be paying more attention to. Mochida looked back at Ryohei, glared, but managed to continue walking away. He needed to collect a good sample of this blood before it dried.
"STOP WALKING AWAY AND EXTREMLY FIGHT ME!" Ryohei yelled at the top of his lungs, darting in front of Mochida.
"I didn't hurt your sister!" he yelled back, "I was trying to get with her, there's a difference!"
And, oh, was that ever the wrong thing to say. Before Mochida could even regret saying that last bit, Ryohei was beating him unconscious; not even boxing, just straight-up punches to the face even after Mochida had stopped fighting back. The boxing mad-man had to be forcefully pulled from Mochida's body, and taken from the gym before he even calmed down enough to walk his sister and her friend home.
Reborn was still wasn't happy with the treatment of his student, but at least the taller, crueler teen got what he had coming. And Reborn was – begrudgingly – impressed with the damage dealt. He watched the boxing captain as he was forcefully yanked from Tsuna's tormentor, nodding as he took in the damage the teen had inflicted. Yes, Sasagawa Ryohei was indeed a good candidate to be Tsuna's sun guardian.
Self-healing was a skill Tsuna's Grandfather Masahiro had yet to master in his many years being a telekinetic. At his age of 74 he still was only able to heal his own small cuts and bruises. It took a lot of his energy and time, but he could do it. However, he could only accelerate his rate of healing with broken bones, or any major injury – he couldn't fully heal himself. It was also why he was able to remain looking and acting younger than he was; while he couldn't reverse the effects of aging, he could slow them. And even then, he could only do this for himself, he couldn't help others.
Tsuna could. With Tsuna's rate of self healing, he was able to stop his bleeding before he had reached the clouds, and his ribs were completely healed within the following 10 minutes. He could also take the pain from others. He had been 8 when he pulled the cancer from his mother's lungs after all. Not that he was going to tell anyone; his mother didn't need to know how close to death she had been, and she was fine now anyway, so what did it matter?
And the thing with aging? Tsuna had a feeling he could change how old he looked with the snap of his fingers. On that note, Tsuna often wondered if he could be considered immortal. He couldn't get sick, he could heal any injury – either on him, or anyone else – and he could control his own aging process as he saw fit. He could even inverse the aging process at any time.
To distract himself from the pain of rejection, he decided to test this on his own hand, waving the appendage in front of his face, and concentrating on it. He could feel the progression of his cells as the aging process sped up, and he only realized that maybe he should stop and reverse it when his hand had elongated, withered, wrinkled, and began to look like the hand of someone dead a few decades. With a sigh, Tsuna watched his hand go back to normal… and decided to go back farther, watching as his hand shrunk down to the size of Reborn's hand, and brought it back to his real age – give or take a week.
He sniffed back his tears, and wiped a hand over his eyes, hating himself and his cursed powers more now than ever before.
He'll never have friends who truly loved him, he'll never get a date with Kyoko – heck, he may never get a date, period. A sob left his throat, forcing more tears to pour from his eyes, and curled in on himself, pulling his hands through his hair. He left the cut on his head mostly unhealed, if only so he could feel the pain from it, without having to turn to self harm. He pulled the clouds around him tighter, feeling the suffocating pressure from the rain clouds as they condensed into water.
Oddly enough, it was comforting.
It occurred to Tsuna 3 or so hours later that he should probably make his way home – or at least out of the clouds and make sure he was still somewhere near Japan. He lowered himself down out of the clouds and looked around. The sea was all he could see, though there was land somewhere off to his left. Also, it was night. When the hell did that happen? Paling in fear, Tsuna pulled out his phone to call Reborn and see if maybe he could help. Only Tsuna couldn't because he was so high in the sky he was out of range!
Tsuna let a rather pathetic noise out of his throat and darted down towards the sea. If he was lucky, he just needed to be closer to Earth in order to use his phone. He dropped to about a foot above the water and took out his phone, clutching it tighter when there was a sudden crash of lightening. Suddenly, his instinct screamed at him to move, NOW! Stupidly, Tsuna ignored it. He had a signal! He could contact Reborn and his mom and maybe use his compass app on his phone, or maybe google maps-
A shark leaped out of the water. Jaws wide open, aiming for Tsuna's head – his whole small body, inching closer with each fraction of a second as time slowed, and Tsuna screamed.
… and just like the bullet Reborn fired at Tsuna on their first day meeting, the front half of the shark was vaporized. Gone, not quite like it had never been there, but as if a knife cut the beast in two, and what was left spilt gore into the ocean where it lay, sinking slowly. Tsuna was so close to throwing up, he cried; willing the sea to take its creature back before Tsuna really got sick.
"Oh my God, I killed a shark!" he sobbed, slipping his phone into his pocket and burying his face in his hands.
It was about to eat you. I hardly think it will be terribly mad at you for that.
Tsuna screamed as he turned around, calming only slightly when he saw Gigi there.
I genuinely do not know how you can still forget that I am literally stuck to you, forever. I have been with you since before you were born, child, honestly!
"…I killed a shark! I killed it!" Tsuna said, still sobbing and now trying to get an irritated spirit to understand.
Tsunayoshi. It was an animal. Its spirit won't come back and try to eat you. And even if it did, a spirit that weak can not harm a human being. Now, pull out that infernal metal device from your pocket and find a way home. Before your mother panics.
Tsuna grumbled and pulled his phone from his pocket, tears still falling, but far less than before. He sniffed, looked down, huffed another sob, and looked back to the highly annoyed ghost.
"… I lost the signal…"
Gigi sighed.
Hibari Kyoya wasn't deaf; he had heard the rumors about a small brunette herbivore hopping around Namimori with extraordinary powers beyond comprehension. He had ignored them since, obviously, should a creature like that exist in Namimori it surely would be a phenomenal carnivore, one that would rival Hibari himself. Only no such competition a raised so the assumption was that such a rival simply wasn't there.
It was disheartening, for sure, to hear of the possibilities of a rival that strong, and then be shot down by reality. He was an alpha carnivore, however, and that meant that having a rival was bad, no matter how much he wanted one. It also meant that he had to do really boing things too. Like oversee useless 'duels' set by captains against weaker opponents. He had been ready to toss the assignment at Kusakabe to handle since he had quite a bit of paperwork otherwise he needed to finish doing.
But then he re-read the name of the 'challenger' and wasn't that the name of the rumored herbivore with the extraordinary powers? Perhaps he should go after all – just to make sure that the 'duel' didn't get too out of hand, of course.
The ensuing afterschool activity had been many things for Kyoya at once. First: he realised that the captain of the Kendo team used his title to frequently bully and belittle others around him. His team members did the same. Second: that his rival did exist! But that same rival was still far more like an herbivore than Kyoya would have liked. (And that was annoying, but fine. Kyoya would help the other male grow into his fangs soon enough.) And third: that the people of his Namimori Middle School were as ruthless as they were close-minded.
He understood where they were coming from, of course, Sawada Tsunayoshi had demonstrated a power that seemed unstoppable. And it was, admittedly, terrifying to stand in his presence knowing you could be hurt, or killed, if he so much as thought about it. Kyoya narrowed his eyes as the powerful being shot up into the sky, everyone flinching away to avoid being hurt.
The truly irritating thing about that was that Sawada Tsunayoshi did nothing to hurt his tormentors. He had even said that he didn't mind using his powers to help other people, but he had only used them for Sasagawa Kyoko and her friend, and not at all to prevent himself from the 5 strikes the cowardly captain gave him after Sawada released him from the wall.
Kyoya watched the end of the charade, the boxing captain finding his way into the gym, the revelation that he was the school's idol's older brother, and the subsequent beat down from Sasagawa Ryohei to Mochida Kensuke. (Kyoya wasn't sure why Sasagawa Kyoko was the school's idol. Perhaps to some she was cute, but her personality and grades were nothing to write home about. If any were to be the idol, it should be Kurokawa Hana. She had the looks, personality to become a carnivore if she wanted, and the grades. Kyoya found her much more idol worthy that the smaller girl beside her.)
But even as Kyoya walked out, listening to the sounds of the Captain of the Kendo team getting beaten, the carnivore could think of nothing but the small herbivore that had helped, and been shunned for it. It appeared he would need to hunt the other down, and 'talk' about those powers. Maybe spar to see who was stronger.
A cruel smile made its way onto his lips as he thought about all the ways he could have fun with this new rival.
His hands were shaking so bad, he couldn't hold his lighter. His panic was building so high he could hardly breath. Gokudera Hayato had watched the boy he had to fight for the position of boss fly into the sky as his exit! And not to mention how the guy, this tiny male preteen, had thrown the other guy, bigger and stronger looking, against the wall, 8 feet up in the air without moving a goddamn muscle!
Gokudera shuddered again. 'Deep breaths, Hayato. Deep breaths.' he told himself. 'In and out. In… and out.'
…Yeah, no. That wasn't working. There was simply no way to beat this guy! He flinched and watched with startled eyes as a creepy looking black-haired teen exited the gym where the 'duel' had taken place. Not that that had even been a duel to begin with – the older teen was literally no match for the UMA.
… Could he be considered a UMA? Or was he just human? But how could a human possess such power?
The older teen that had gone in earlier, with silver hair that had screamed "Extreme" way too much (had enough Redbull, buddy?) came out of the gym next, looking – for lack of a better word – extremely pissed. He wasn't screaming anymore though, which Gokudera thought was probably odd for the teen, since the small girl the monster-Vongola-not-human he had to face had gone in to fight for in the first place walked out next to him and started rubbing his arm.
'His girlfriend maybe?' Gokudera thought, momentarily sympathetic to the monster who obviously liked this girl, but he was proven wrong when the girl started speaking to him in a calm voice, wrapping her arms around one of his and guiding him away from the building.
"Come on, Onii-chan. Lets go home. Maybe dad is home early and you can spar him in the basement? That always helps you calm down. I'll make some cookies and milk for when you're done." She sounded distracted though, like she wasn't really aware of what she was saying, just what her subconscious thought the other wanted to hear. A few paces behind them was the long-haired girl that had tried to help the smaller one and been held captive for all her troubles. Gokudera watched the three of them walk away and wondered to himself what he should do next.
He wanted to run – run all the way back to Italy if he could. But where could he go where either the monster or Reborn wouldn't find him? (And he suddenly wasn't sure who was scarier.)
"What are you talking about? Obviously, I'm way scarier." Reborn's voice was so close, Gokudera very nearly screamed with it. As it was, he twisted in a full circle trying to get a clear look at the hitman on his shoulder.
"Re-Re-Reborn-san! What-how-when…?"
"Calm down. Geeze. You look like you've seen a ghost."
Gokudera was nearing hyperventilation status, and gracefully fell to his knees. Reborn hopped down to the ground from there and turned to the anxious pre-teen, watching as blood drained the colour from his face and dread filled his eyes.
"There is no way for me to beat him. Did you see what he could do? He threw that guy 8 feet in the air and held him there! Without moving! That… that monster could kill me… No, he will kill me. Oh, god, I gotta get outta here." Gokudera was mumbling most of his words, but Reborn could still make them out, and while he could empathize the boy's panic, he was getting seriously irritated about how everyone, literally everyone, was over reacting. Hell, even Tsuna was over reacting a bit – at least about how he could handle his powers.
(Tsuna likely was the most fearful of anyone else in that gym, because of the nightmare/vision of the future thing he saw.)
Reborn sighed. "Settle down. He won't kill you."
"How do you know that?!" Gokudera snapped, his voice harsh with fear, but still low enough to not be noticed by anyone not in the immediate area. Reborn's eyebrow twitched.
"He won't ki-"
"He will! I know he will!"
Reborn had his gun drawn in a second, and Gokudera's pale face, paled more.
"Calm down, or I'll kill you."
It took the pre-teen a moment, but he managed to compose himself, sitting on his legs, his hands on his knees. He breathed in deep, held, and let it out after a moment, several times over. Reborn withdrew his gun as the boy settled, and just stood there, watching.
"You good? Or do I have to actually shoot you? Because you aren't the one I'm here to baby. I will shoot you, if I deem it necessary." He paused, mainly for dramatic effect (because Reborn was a man of fine flare) and continued with a much darker-than-needed tone. "Do not make me deem it necessary."
Poor Gokudera looked about ready to pass out, but, to his great credit, he managed a nod and a soft, "Y-yeah. I'm good."
Reborn nodded back. "Good. Stick to the plan, and I'll see you tomorrow in class." And with that Reborn turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Gokudera to realize that, indeed, Reborn was far scarier.
It took Tsuna another 5 hours to find his way home. Mainly because the 'land just off to his left' turned out to be China. And from there, he had to go all the way back, barely recognizing the Okinawa Islands before realizing he was finally over the right freaking continent and about to pass right over it. He made a hard left and he made it all the way to Kyoto before realizing he still had no idea how to get home.
"But I can use my phone now!" he shouted to no one in particular, his exuberant joy spilling out at finally almost being home. He pulled the small device from his pocket and tapped the GPS APP, trying to figure out his way home from there.
"I swear to god," Tsuna started with a pout, looking at a giggling Gigi, "The next time I go to the sky, remind me to not travel in the clouds. I'll go above them instead."
Well, that is what you did last time.
Tsuna sighed and smiled when his phone finally caught on to where he was and how to get home from there. It was just passed midnight when he finally got home, and he snuck in through his window as quietly as he could…
… and still ended up waking his mom up.
He couldn't help it though. She was asleep in his bed, waiting for him to get home. The sneaky woman. The lecture he received lasted well into the morning, and he got in nearly (maybe) 2 hours of sleep before she ushered him off to school, with the promise to be home in time to cook dinner for her. He refused to tell her what happened, aside from him going to the sky too far and getting lost. He left out the shark bit but let her know how he accidentally scared a couple fishermen off the coast of China. 100% by accident. Really.
(Nana didn't believe it either.)
And that's it for this chapter! I'll be starting the next one ASAP so… It hopefully wont take as long to get out?
-Mel
