Tsukuyomi Sawada

Chapter 4: The End Of The World As We Know It

We were in town again, but this time Iemitsu was with us and I was situated on his shoulders as he groaned in pain because I had been holding on to his hair tightly as I was afraid of falling off(Yeah, like he'd let me fall).

Guys, you do not know how tall I feel right now. See, he's like six feet tall, if not taller, and I'm at least a foot tall now so you can guess.

"WHEE! I'M RULER OF THE UNDERWORLD! YEAH!" I announced at the top of my lungs. Iemitsu stiffened probably because I said Underworld instead of World. Yeah, who am I kidding? It's exactly because of that.

I laughed as Nana cheered me on, making Iemitsu stiffen more. Eventually, he joined in on the laughter seeming to have shoved the matter aside. I laughed harder then. Poor father of mine…

We headed for McDonald's under my begging. You woudn't have guessed who the family in the line in front of us was. No, seriously. Don't even try to.

The little boy who was standing beside his father screaming "I'm EXTREMELY hungry!" was a dead giveaway. What you wouldn't believe is the fact that his sweet, airheaded little sister was sneering at me.

Kyoko Sasagawa was sneering at me.

Kyoko. Sneering.

It's the end of the world as we know it.

Seriously, it's like she's being smug about having gotten there first. Why? Who is she and what has she done to the real Kyoko?

When they began to leave, I noticed that Ryohei didn't have his scar.

Where did he get that from again?

I raked my mind for information even as we ate. It wasn't until I was slurping down my Fanta when I remembered.

Ryohei saved Kyoko from a bunch of students. One of them was armed and got him.

I gulped the last drop down and watched as the family left the table. Ryohei was cheering while Kyoko looked seriously pissed at him.

Ryohei got hurt with her around.

Something clicked in my head.

Kyoko must've blamed herself for what happened to him and because of that she was traumatized thus causing the personality switch.

I choked on what was left of my sundae.

There was nothing I could do about that. Absolutely nothing.

"I'm gonna go to the washroom," I told my parents and ran after them.

I didn't know what I wanted to do when I caught up to them, but I had to follow them. It just seemed right.

The mother set Kyoko down and the little girl smirked at a dark-haired girl who was raising an eyebrow at her.

Hana. The girl was Hana.

So that's how they became friends.

Kyoko went with Hana and her family while her own headed the other direction. She looked glad to be away from them.

I shook my head and went back to my parents. They looked worried because I wasn't wolfing down my fries anymore. When they asked me what was wrong I simply shook my head and told them I was full.

Iemitsu took my fries and finished them himself.

I sat back and stared at him. His eyes narrowed as he finished them. "Well, let's go home," he said, sounding a bit cautious.

I half-froze in fear. This time, Nana carried me home.

She settled me in my room and proceeded to clean the house. Iemitsu left again, saying that he was going for a 'jog'.

I sat on my room floor, clutching the book on Dying Will Flames to my chest. We were being targeted already. He needed this book. I'd have to finish this before he gets back.

He'd keep us safe.

until you don't need me anymore…

I froze.

Right.

I flipped the book open to the page I was last on, thankful that I was more than halfway done.

When he got back I was a third through the third book so I got off the floor and handed it to him and left right after.

By the time the day was over, I'd started on my technology books and decided that I would need a laptop sooner than I would need the lighter and the oil.

I sighed. Going to town really cut off my reading time, but it had to be done.

~ [Katekyo Hitman Reborn] ~

Iemitsu was staring oddly at me. "How do you know what a laptop is and why do you want one?"

I held up my technology book. "I want one because I want to practice, why else?"

He crouched down to my eye level and stared back him, determined to get one. Eventually, the staring contest ended with him sighing and getting up.

"Nana," he called. "Could you accompany Yomi to the electronics store tomorrow? She wants a laptop."

My mother looked down. "I can't tomorrow, there's so much to do here."

"Oh, okay," he looked at me again. I was still staring at him. Iemitsu sighed again. "Guess I'll go with her."

I grinned victoriously and skipped back to my room. Busy, busy, busy!

When I got there, I put back my technology book and took out my dictionary and guide to the Italian language and its history book.

By the time I was 25 months old, I could speak Italian as well as I could speak English and could hack through some of the most secured databases in the Underworld. I'd also returned my father's book after finishing it in the same manner that I took it. He didn't seem to notice the difference.

I had also begun learning German. Since I was half-German when I died, it wasn't so hard, but I still couldn't speak it as well as I could Italian. Weird, right? I blame the plot.

Another thing is that recently, Iemitsu's been spending more time at home than he was out. This is not a good thing because I've been seeing more suits lately. Some of them would be positioned strategically in the surrounding areas, even discreetly following us sometimes, while others had manic grins on their faces. This meant that we were being targeted more now thus explaining the need for the suits.

Yeah…

I ended up finding my oil in fuel. The local gas station sells them in containers of different sizes. I bought the smallest one – not without a look – and by God it took forever to drag up to my room. I was even harder to transfer them into their containers without spilling, but I managed somehow. So I am now armed with bombs. Awesome right?

All I need now is the lighter. It should be easy once I figure out where he keeps it.

I grinned at the tiny backback in the corner of my room. My bombs, deodorant, several canister of leftover oil and a box of matches were all there. I may as well be a terrorist.

"Yomi!" I heard my father call from downstairs. I'd asked him to get me a Swiss Knife when he went out earlier to do some shopping for my mom. Naturally, he didn't go without giving me a look. I told him that I was feeling unsafe lately. He froze but nodded and left.

I sighed then. Seriously, he should've realised by now.

I hurried down to greet him.

~ [Katekyo Hitman Reborn] ~

Iemitsu scratched his head as he left the house.

His daughter's favours were getting weirder as time went by, but not once had she asked for dolls(the first toy she asked for was a gun that made noise when the trigger was pulled, a gun). Weren't little girls supposed to like dolls and tea sets and stuffed animals? Weren't they supposed to like dressing up for their birthdays and not visit an amusement park and beg to ride the roller coaster for their second birthday? Those were all things he'd seen little girls in movies and cartoons do, he'd think she would too. But no, his daughter asked him for a knife. A multi-purpose knife to be exact. What was she supposed to do with that? Certainly not feed it like a pet.

Oh and then there was the reading complex books at age one thing, and the talking and holding onto objects when she was two fucking months old.

Did he mention that she asked for a bag with a skull pattern on it? A skull pattern. Of course he tired to suggest something else with a unicorn on it, but she just scrunched her nose in disgust and told him it was hideous.

Hell, if he didn't know any better, he'd say she was an Arcobaleno like Reborn, Colonello and Lal.

But she wasn't. He refused to believe that.

She's aware, she's aware, the back of his mind would scream at him. He almost believed it too, if it weren't for the fact that it was highly impossible.

And then she started reading a book on Dying Will Flames. He'd hoped it was just a cheap rip off, but when he read it he was completely flabbergasted on how she got her hands on it. They bought it from the local bookstore, for crying out loud! What kind of bookstore would sell those things?!

Sometimes, he'd even see her solve equations meant for college students. College! She also spoke in Italian around the house and swore in the language. Two-year olds weren't supposed to be able to swear! But no, she called her Maths book a puttana for giving her something so difficult to solve!

That was it, he decided once and for all, his daughter was a prodigy. Yup. It was the only explanation. Even Nana thought so!

He sighed as he purchased the knife – with the main hilt coloured black as she requested. Something told him that she would grow up to be great in the Underworld, even if he didn't want her involved. She'd find her own way in.

"Yomi!" he called when he got back. Well, no matter how she behaved, she was still his daughter.

"Daddy! Did you get what I asked for?" She hugged him while looking up with hopeful eyes.

Those eyes of hers, he always feared how it was like she was able to look into his very soul. Yet, he found them warm and caring, like Nana's were. She'd taken a lot after her mother, after all.

"Yup, here you go," he crouched down as he handed her the plastic bag. She peeked inside and grinned. It was a malicious looking grin. She flashed him it sometimes, almost like she was sceming.

Little girls never schemed. Even her.

"Thanks, Daddy!" She stood on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving for her room.

He sighed again. If she was scheming, she must be a world class one, because he'd never guess what her plans were.

Tsukuyomi Sawada was very, very smart for a 25-month old girl.

~ [Katekyo Hitman Reborn!] ~

Sweet, loving Primo! I am probably the most awesome 25-month old kid in the planet right now!

I danced around my bag while holding onto my new safety tool. It had my initials engraved on it, too!

"I'll call you… Mori from the, I think, Latin phrase 'memento mori'." I patted it and placed the item in an outside zipper, humming happily. Then, I proceeded to my bookshelf(it was small so I could reach it). I pulled out my copy of the Death Note manga.

Yup, I set aside my learning of the German language for this. Who cares, right? L FTW! Who's with me?

The manga inspired me to keep a Death Note of a sort. However, instead of people I want to kill, I listed down people I needed to meet and how I would do that. Of course, that's easier said than done. After all, I am a girl now and most of them were men.

Psh, who am I kidding? It's like girls barely even exist here! Was Akira Amano sexist to herself or something?

Ah, whatever.

I snapped my manga shut and put it back in the shelf, unable to focus on the storyline. It was only a matter of time until dinner, so I decided to kill sometime by practicing ways off pulling out my knife.

Yup.

~ [Katekyo Hitman Reborn!] ~

By the time dinner was over, Iemitsu had gotten an important call from 'work', so I decided to follow him and lingered outside the door to the room as he talked. Nana was downstairs washing dishes so it was safe for both of us. Heh, funny how we're all hiding stuff from each other. For all I know, Nana was a ninja.

"… I guess it's time for me to get back after all," my father said into the phone after a while. He sounded sad and worried. "But what about them? They've seen Yomi and Nana. They know they're important to me. For all I – " he was cut off. "Yes, I suppose your right. I'll get to it."

He was leaving. We were gonna be targeted.

To say that I was scared for my (second) life would be an understatement.

"You're leaving?" I walked in, my voice cracking from fear.

He looked shocked for a moment, but nodded.

"Will you be back soon?" I didn't want to die.

My father knelt down in front of me and ruffled my hair, "Of course I will, Princess. I'll be back before you can say 'I'm 3 now!'"

That was when I swore I lost my mind.

He's lying, he's lying! He's lying! He'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'sl yingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingH e'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'sly ingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slying!

MAKE IT STOP!

He'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'sl yingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingH e'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'sly ingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe 'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyi ngHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe' slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyin gHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe's lyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slying He'slyingHe'slying!

I grabbed onto my head, my eyes watering. The voice was thundering in my ears, echoing repeatedly. Have I gone mad?

He'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'sl yingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingH e'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'sly ingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe 'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyi ngHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe' slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyin gHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe's lyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slying He'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'sl yingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingH e'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'sly ingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe 'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyi ngHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe' slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyin gHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe's lyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slyingHe'slying He'slyingHe'slying!HE'SLYING!

"STOP! STOP! STOP!" I screamed, my tears finally streaming down my face.

Iemitsu looked worried. "What's wrong, Yomi?"

I looked at him. His facial expression turning into horror at my own horrified and terrified expression which was reflected in his eyes.

"You're lying."


AN:

First cliffie! Yay! [insert explanation here]

Replies:

Neku-Renku: Uhm... No(?) *doesn't pay attention in school*

Guilt trip? What are you talking about? I wasn't trying to guilt trip anybody! I swear!

(coughBLATANTLIEScough)

Quiet, you!

Rianifitria: Oh, she will be... *grin*

THANKS FOR REVIEWING, FAVING, FOLLOWING YOU GUYS!

*hands out e-cookies* Review?