La Mia Fidanzata È Un Diavolo! Target 004: Reborn Returns
It had been exactly one year since Tsuruhime saw Reborn for the first time, and was now her ninth birthday. Her mother had invited her friends, Hana, Kyoko and Kyoya, to her rather small birthday celebration.
Over the years she felt lonelier than before, having a strange feeling of longing in her heart whenever she thought of Reborn. Her face would heat up and she would stutter like crazy and trip over her feet more often. Reborn made her feel stranger than she ever had before and she was determined to find out why.
Though she wasn't sure of the next time she would see him again. She hoped soon so she could get rid of the strange feeling on her chest and her strange reactions.
"Mama, I'm going to school!" Tsuru yelled to Nana, after wearing her shoes and standing up. "Have a safe trip!" Mama replied, just like the good mother she was, always looking out for me.
I exited my house and started my short walk to school, having promised to fight Kyoya that day, a perfect way to end lunch, with a fight! As I reached the school I could see Kyoya doing the usual 'clean up' as he beat the Middle Schoolers who dared to come into the school illegally. It was his last year at Namimori Elementary as he was a Sixth grader that year, having turned twelve that year.
She entered through the gates and promptly tripped over her own feet. While it didn't hurt her, a group of kids started laughing at her.
"Usotsuru? More like Dame-Tsuru!" One called. The nerve of him, to call her Useless Tsuru, it wasn't as if she tripped over her feet on purpose! "Dame-Tsuru! Dame-Tsuru!" The rest chanted, Tsuru didn't know what was worse being called a liar, or being called useless. Although, from personal experience, she would have to say being called a liar was worse than being called useless because she knew who much the former was true, not say that she was useless.
Tsuru stood up, dusting her sell off and rubbing the dust off of her face and spiting the dirt out of her mouth. She quickly walked away from the crowd knowing that Kyoya would kill them for 'crowding.'
"Herbivores, for crowding. I will bite you to death." Kyoya announced from behind the crowd.
'Well, speak of the devil,' she thought as she heard the petrified screams of Kyoya's unfortunate victims. She looked up at the large clock, 'Darn, I might be late.'
Tsuru immediately ran into the building into the western wing. She jumped up all the stairs to the top and dashed to her classroom. Her hair was messier than usual, standing in all directions, she swiftly fixed her hair and entered the class.
"Sawada! You're late!" Asukara-Sensei screeched at her, she had black hair tied up in a tight bun with a few strands framing her face. She was wearing a white dress shirt and a dark blue jacket, a black skirt reaching her knees and high heels. Her eyes were a piercing green, contrasting with her pale skin, overall she looked like an Irish Eurasian, a very vain Eurasian.
"Sensei, I don't think I am late as the bell hasn't gone." Tsuru walked over to her desk, next to the window, walking over the legs that tried to trip her. "Vain Idiot."
"Sawada! Go to the Principal's office now!" The Eurasian shrieked in Tsuru's face, her own a shade of red so dark it looked like burgundy.
"Yes, Sensei." Tsuru replied, mockingly, in one of her rare acts of defiance. She left annoyed as her birthday was getting ruined by this Idiot.
The brunette dropped her bag into her chair and made her way to the principal's office. She walked to the reception desk and talked to the nice lady Himamori Risu, she had short black hair with a red strip on her side fringe.
"Asukara-sensei sent me to the principal's office." She said to her as she sighed in sympathy. "Again? This is the 9th time this week, Maria must hate you." Himamori-san replied to me, shaking her head.
Tsuru looked at her in confusion, "Who's Maria, Himamori-san?" She asked tilting her head to the side. Himamori-san furrowed her brows, "How many times have I told you to call me Risu?" She sighed once more before saying, "Maria is Asukara Maria, your teacher."
'Ah, that makes sense.' Tsuru thought to herself.
"You can see the principal now," She typed some words into the computer in front of her. "Thank you, Himam- Ah… Risu-san…" I corrected myself, hesitantly as Risu-san smiled.
I left the reception desk to go to the principal's office when I was about to open the door it swung open outwards, and I saw Kyoko and Hana, standing there, Kyoya's figure was seen over the shoulder of Hana.
"Tsuru!" Kyoko exclaimed. "Exactly who I was looking for! Come on!" She grabbed the shorter brunette's hand and dash outside. "What? But, it's not even 2nd period yet!" She shouted wondering to herself how Kyoya let them off with leaving the school early.
As Tsuru was being pulled a sack was put onto of her head, probably by Hana, she nearly tripped over her oven feet again as she couldn't see anything. "Kyoko! Where are you taking me!?" I yelled at her. "Sorry Tsu-chan, I can't tell you." Kyoko replied, with a couple of puffs, she was getting tired.
Once she stopped, Tsuru could feel her hands being tied behind her back and she growled, feeling annoyed.
"Hana!" She shouted at the wavy haired girl, "What the hell? Hey!" She could feel the glares being directed into the back of her cranium, "Tsuruhime Shut up." She told the struggling nine-year old.
Tsuru immediately shut her mouth, recognising the tone, as her Yandere mother had used it many times when she thought someone got to close to her precious family.
She heard the creaking sound of a gate and a shuffling of feet as someone, probably Hana, pushed her forward. "Walk," Hana's voice spoke from behind her. "Stop, step up." She ordered her friend as she complied with the demands.
Another creaking sound was heard, this time one of a wooden door. Tsuru was once again nudged forward and as she walked onward someone freed her hands from confinement and whipped off the sack from her head, at the same time they closed the door, making it pitch black.
"Hello?" She asked uncertainly into the darkness. Her eyes still adjusting, "Mama?" She saw a flash of orange before someone grabbed her and whispered softly into her ear, "Don't scream." The voice said as strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her deeper into the darkness. They went up a flight of stairs and into a room, she finally was released and she hissed, "Who are you?!"
"Chaos, it's me." The same deep voice replied, reminding her of someone…
"Re… Reborn…?" She asked uncertainly, squinting in the darkness. A small huff was heard as the lights flicked on, revealing Reborn and Leon, clad in his suit and fedora. "Who else, Baka."
She looked around noticing it was her crème coloured room she was sitting in. "Wh-when did y-you g-g-get he-here?" She stuttered her face turning a vibrant tomato red.
"Today." He answered simply, chucking her a small box, neatly wrapped in brown parcel paper. "You cut your hair," He stated. "It looks very tomboyish, tomboy."
"Oi!" Tsuru looked at him in annoyance, "thank you." She then smiled at him brightly as he tilted his fedora down lower. She unwrapped the present and found a slightly large gold ring, with an orange and yellow stone embedded into it and a golden chain underneath. She gasped in amazement as she picked it up and fitted it on her left thumb, as her other fingers were too small, though it was still loose.
"I had it made slightly bigger for when you grow up. The chain is if you want to wear it as a necklace." Reborn smirked, "Happy Birthday, Baka."
"Thank you Reborn," her eyes softened making her look more like a nine-year old rather than the cold assassin, her eyes were hardened to.
After a moment of silence Reborn spoke, "This will be the last time I see you in a while." He walked to the window and opened it, letting the fresh air come in, he then faced Tsuru and bade, "Fino a quando ci incontreremo di nuovo."
He then disappeared, Tsuru rushed to the window, feeling worried for him and looked down into her house's backyard. "He really left…" She clutched the ring given to her and smiled, knowing they would meet again, someday.
Eurasian: Half European, Half Asian
Fino a quando ci incontreremo di nuovo: Until we meet again
Usotsuki: Liar
Dame:
Useless
I am so past my self made deadline. I will start on the original timeline now!