I raised an eyebrow at the giant bright red octopus in front of me. That shade of red couldn't be natural. Then again, this was Reborn!, so almost anything was possible.
On the way to the eight-legged sea creature, Sato and I had had to battle the members of the Calcassa family. It slowed us down, so when we finally reached Skull and his mutant octopus, the battle was already over.
How anticlimactic. All that hype, only to end in this.
I sighed, and walked back to Sato, who led me to the boat that would take us home. And that, lovely readers, was how my holiday ended.
You know how in June, Bianchi arranged a marriage for her and Reborn? The one where Reborn ran away and when he came back, said something about improving Bianchi's battle capabilities? Yeah, that one. And improve Bianchi's battle capabilities he did. Not that I would know, as I wasn't there.
It was quite difficult to convince Bianchi I couldn't make it, but in the end, after repeating the phrase 'IT'S AN MATTER OF LOVE' several times in an urgent manner, I was let off.
Love, let me thank you for letting me use you as an acceptable excuse once more.
I had planned to spend the day getting on random public transportation and seeing where that took me. Last time, I had somehow ended up in the red light district Tokyo. That was... interesting, to say the least.
But this time, I was not destined to end up somewhere as interesting as the realm of seedy establishments and noisy brothels. No, this time, I would end up somewhere different.
Namely, third wheeling on a friend's date with an unwanted suitor.
Yuki, the police chief's daughter, had been set up on a date by her mother, much to both her and her father's protests. But alas 'twas all in vain, for the Yamashita family was apparently a matriarchal one. Yuki had turned to me in desperation, and requested my services as a third wheel. I agreed, for I was good friend, and this seemed like it would even more interesting than ending up in red-light districts.
It wasn't. I was very disappointed. All the boy did was be a perfect gentleman and take us around to different places. He was a very boring person, so boring that I didn't bother remembering his name. On the other hand, all he did was be a perfect gentleman, so Yuki didn't end up in any trouble.
At the end of the date, Yuki told me she was actually considering him. I shrugged. I didn't really care, and was bored out of my mind. But I told her to go for him anyway, and to call me if he ever revealed his true colours and turned out to be a complete asshole.
And that was how my day ended. The only interesting point was when, walking home, I passed by the building in which Bianchi's wedding was taking place, and the wall turned a poisonous red and purple. The other people on the side walk gaped. I walked past pretending nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Tsuna stormed up the stairs, trying to disassociate himself from the mafia, and entered his room, only to baulk at all the weapons lining the walls and every other available surface except his bed. Then he stared at his sister who was staring in fascination at a particularly nasty looking device suspended from the ceiling.
His sister raised a finger and made as if to touch it. Then hesitated, and took back her finger, turning to leave. She blinked at him, only realizing then that he was there. She smiled.
"Ah, Tsuna! You have so many interesting toys in your room!"
Stop trying to pull Yamamotos!
The five of us - Hana, Kyoko, Haru, Tsuna and I - were in the living room, comparing our childhood dream essays. Kyoko wanted to be a ballerina or policewoman. Hana wanted to be an adult. Haru wanted to be the best costume maker in the world.
"I'll go next." I cleared my throat and began to read. "You know what my name is, you know who I am, and you probably also know what I want to be. If you don't, I will now tell you. I want to be an evil empress ruling over the world with my minions of darkness obeying my every word. I will not crush my enemies underfoot, however, for their blood is not worthy to stain my shoes. My minions will do that instead. Prepared to be crushed under the feet of my minions in the future. The end."
There was a moment of silence. Hana broke it.
"Well, you were an interesting child," she remarked drily. "Your teachers must have loved you."
Omake - Red-light district visit
I... really shouldn't be here. No, seriously, how did I even get here?
I pulled my hood further over my head in an attempt to turn invisible. It obviously didn't work. I was still being called out to. I kept my eyes on the ground, trying to remember just how I managed to end up in Tokyo's red light district. I had just been wandering around the city, trying to explore what I could.
In my previous life, I had always wanted to come to Japan. Being reborn in Japan and learning the language was a dream come true. Y'know, apart from the whole 'dying and leaving your other life behind' thing.
A sudden noise in the alleyway I was passing had me squinting into the darkness for the source. An obviously intoxicated man was trying to drag a unwilling woman off into who knows where. Not sure if I wanted to get involved, I was about to continue to try get back home, when the woman noticed me.
"Please, help m-" Her plea was cut off by the man back-handing her across the face.
"Shut the fuck up, slut," he snarled, yanking her arm to get her to go with him. "Nobody's gonna help you, 'specially not him."
The woman looked back at me with pleading eyes. I sighed. My not-rigid-at-all moral compass wasn't going to let me walk away, not when I knew I could easily take him on. I had been half-itching for a fight anyway.
"Oi, cazzone, vaffanculo." Oi, dickhead, fuck off. My very limited Italian vocabulary was coming in handy today.
"Huh?" he drawled, peering at my face. "Speak Japanese, pretty boy, or-"
I gave him a very nice punch across the face. He hit the ground, holding the newly forming bruise.
"You asshole-!"
His face was smushed into the ground. I ground it in a few times, just because I could. He had gone down too easy. Now the bloodlust had nowhere to be directed to. Or so I thought.
A group of men burst from a door that had been hidden in the shadows. When they saw me grinding their comrade's face into the ground, they grew incensed. I grinned, and allowed the man's face some relief, but not before stomping on it vindictively one last time.
I turned to face them, spreading my arms out wide.
"Now, gentlemen, I'm sure we can talk this over like civil-" One of them lunged for me. I grabbed his arm, breaking it, and threw him to the side. He was then kicked further into unconsciousness. "No? Okay then. At least I can claim self-defense now."
Another lunged for me, doing the exact same thing as the last one. I gave a disbelieving look before simply dodging and kicking him down from behind. He fell down, and I jumped on his back to make sure he stayed down.
The remaining three wised up and lunged for me all at the same time. Not the wisest choice, considering the narrowness of the alleyway, but still smarter than their downed comrades. I kicked one in the stomach, and punched another's lights out. The third had an unconscious guy thrown into him.
The one I had kicked in the stomach got up and took something out from his jacket pocket. A glint of steel greeted me as a sharp pain suddenly appeared on my thigh.
I backed away. Ohoho, no, I was not dealing with this shit today. Any other day, I would've taken him on, but it was getting late, and I really needed to start heading home. Eying the knife, I backed up into another body and nearly decked the person. It was the woman I had saved before.
She hasn't run away yet?!
"You haven't run away yet?!" I hissed at her.
"Well, was I supposed to leave without thanking you?"
Yes! I was going to retort, but the swipe of the knife inches from my face was an effective distraction. "Ah, shit. I'm not in the mood to deal with knives today. Run!"
I broke out into an sprint, dragging her behind me. And that's the story of how I ended up running through Tokyo in the middle of the night with a woman in strappy high heels and several scary looking men after us.
How we escaped them is a story for another day.
It was my fifteenth birthday. I have done nothing worthwhile in my life so far. I'm not a ninja, exorcist, wizard, witch, or even a shojo protag. The most I am is the shojo protag's bff. That's not a bad job, actually. It's the reason why this chapter took so long to come out though. I was too busy giving tips to my friend on how to chat to her guy on fb.
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