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He always knew when a storm was coming. It was like second nature to him. When lightning crackled and the air buzzed with electricity, he could almost smell and feel the coming raindrops.
He understood the mechanics and theory behind the silly elementary school science projects much like one would understand that the sky was blue or that grass was green. Who cared that the chemical reactions of baking soda and vinegar together could make a paper volcano look like it was exploding. It was the actual chemical reaction that caused the white bubbles and foam due to the scientific characteristics in baking soda and vinegar that really mattered.
His family praised him all the time. "A genius," they said with joy as they showered him with hugs. It made him squirm uncomfortably. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the warmth that spread within him at their pride for him, no. He just felt like there was something else. A different kind of feeling that the word "family" should invoke in him. Yet he could never really understand exactly what feeling that should be.
Just like how he could never explain his dreams.
"Gokudera, your attention please." A wry voice cut into his thoughts. Silver hair bobbed as he lazily lifted his head up marginally.
"What do you want, Shamal?" He asked, a flicker of irritation showing on his face. The other rolled his eyes at the crass greeting.
"You said that the stuff in class is boring right? Do you want to try dissecting an object?" Shamal reached over and placed an object on the table; "Your teacher suggested you might be interested in the properties or what-not."
Gokudera looked up in slight interest. Dissection? That could be fun. Slouching slightly with his hands in his pockets, he walked over to the desk and furrowed his eyebrows.
"What's this?" He asked, observing the round stick in front of him.
"Dynamite. Make sure to wear your goggles." Shamal warned as he threw a pair of eyewear at the child. Gokudera caught the object easily and slid it on, reaching out to observe the item closer.
His fingertip touched the item first.
"Go-gokudera-kun, go-good morn-ning."
He stopped. What was that? He paused for a minute, before wrapping his fingers around the object completely.
"Stop kidding! I want to laugh and have fun with all of you, we can't do that if you're dead!"
Warm orange eyes flickered in his mind. An encouraging light. He fell to one knee, Shamal's worried concerns fading into the background as images continued assaulting his mind.
"Hayato, I trust you."
The eyes disappeared and in its place was a mansion. There were a couple people arguing and fighting in the corner while others stood around and shook their head wryly. It was a destructive fight, but the feelings that emerged from the picture were anything but.
"Ne… will you promise to come back?"
"Yes Jyuudaime. I promise."
The promise had not been kept.
Gokudera clutched the dynamite in his hands tightly. Everything seemed clearer at that moment. The dreams. The feelings. It all tied together. He ignored the shaking of his shoulder by Shamal. The frantic cries and worries faded into the background.
He remembered.
"Jyuudaime…"
Note: Wahhhhhh, xD Hi guys. Here's a little twist none of you expected, right? xD So, before I get any of your hopes up, Gokudera is the *only* one who will recover his memories. Reasons will be made clearer later.
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