Disclaimer: khr is a beautiful piece of work. If I wrote it, then it would be maimed beyond recognition
Tsunako is only six during the cradle incident.
She doesn't remember much about it. It was all a blur. She remembered being there when it happened, seeing her guards and friends fall, covered in blood. Watched them choke on something that wasn't there. Watch them get stabbed in the back by their own ally.
She was overlooked, of course. Even if the Varia had found her hiding place, they wouldn't have killed her. She was like a precious little sister to them, she was like their pet. She watched her big brothers brutally murder her whole family.
Thankfully, most of the CEDEF was out on a mission that day. Her daddy and Basil and Oregano and Lal were safe. She thanked God for that.
But even so, knowing that they were safe, she ran away.
Despite being traumatized and scarred beyond belief, she saw this as a golden opportunity. It was horrible, but she gained from this. She was finally able to go outside.
The world she found was not what she expected.
When she had ran, she was sure to take a few things with her. She was young, not stupid.
She ran up to her room and packed a bag full of clothes, an extra pair of shoes, a knife (Bel had given her a couple for her birthday), and some soap. She snuck into her father's room, hacking open his locked desk drawer with her knife, taking out a couple hundred dollars. She pocketed the money, quickly leaving the room. Mammon would be proud.
She sneaked out of the mansion, tip toeing over dead bodies until she reached the gates. It didn't take long for her to get over them, Lal had trained her for a while now. In fact, the only reason she didn't run away before was because there was always someone with her. Not today. She smirked dryly.
She set off on foot down the road, feeling a sort of euphoria as she walked down the road. She figured that she was on an adventure. She skipped down the gravel road, her backpack swinging behind her. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.
She walked for hours before she saw something. A small building. Her eyes trailed up the road. Then a bigger building. And a bigger one. And a bigger one! Soon she was walking between the tall buildings, each exactly like Basil Described.
Her wide eyes scanned her surroundings, taking in the bright banners and signs. She sniffed, smelling freshly baked sweets and bread. Her shiny shoes scuffed against the pavement, kicking up dust.
It was so much greater than she imagined.
She bought some food (why in the world did she forget to bring her own?) and hailed a cab, using her vast knowledge (Basil's stories) to do exactly what she was supposed to do. She told the cabbie to take her to the nearest airport.
Once she got there, it was no problem getting through. The metal detector picked up on the knife, but all of the adults just figured that it was a highly realistic toy.
She spent a few hours just looking at the brochures, deciding on where she wanted to go. She eventually decided on Japan, because she knew quite a bit of Japanese. Her father taught her both Italian and Japanese from a young age. She was fluent in both.
And plus, Japan was a bunch of islands. And islands are surrounded by the ocean. She wanted to see the ocean so badly.
She found herself boarding the next flight to Namimori. It was the only flight to Japan for a week.
After a long and tiring flight, she stepped off of the plane, stretching her aching muscles and yawning. "Welcome to Namimori, little one." Said the flight attendant.
Welcome home.
I don't feel like I did my best on this chapter, but whatever. I'm half asleep right now.