Two Pair
Casting the Spell
"It hurts! It hurts!" Ipin cried, hiccuping as tears fell to her cheeks and her knee pulsed in pain.
Bluebell fidgeted nervously, standing over her friend. "Ipin, please don't cry! Please!"
"I can't," the seven year old choked out. "It hurts Bluebell!"
She felt her stomach churn as she looked down at the blood dripping from Ipin's scraped knee. It dripped down her shin and onto the sidewalk.
Although Zakuro had told her stories, on the days when he sat around the mansion instead of leaving for which ever sweating city Byakuran was sending him to on a mission, of days where she looked at it almost everyday and laughed she had no memories of it.
"I can fix this," Bluebell declared after a moment. She lowered herself onto the sidewalk with Ipin.
She blocked out the sound of Ipin's cries as she placed her palm over the wound and took a deep breath like she'd been taught. She tried to remember Yamamoto's words.
Think about how much you love them, Yamamoto's voice echoed in her head. My flames are brightest when I remember how much I love Hayato and everyone, how much I don't want them to have a heart attack.
"Bluebell! You used your flames!" She opened her eyes to find her palm glowing blue against Ipin's skin. Ipin sniffled, "It doesn't hurt anymore either."
"Yamamoto taught me how to soothe pain, it won't last very long. Let's go back to your house so your mommy can make it better."
Ipin nodded and climbed to her feet, letting Bluebell brush some of the dirt from her pants before grabbing her hand.
Bluebell pulled Ipin along with her, feeling more worried then proud.
E/n: I imagine none of these guys actually remember the future stuff on account of being five when it happened and their memories not retaining that. Also since she's so young in this drabble, Bluebell probably doesn't know how to use her flames very well so Yamamoto helps her train whenever the Millefiore are in Japan (they live in Italy obviously).
The next one will prolly between Lambo and Nozaru since Nozaru keeps ducking out every time I try and write a drabble with him
