Namimori's Greatest Dad

Disclaimer: Amano Akira owns the manga AND the anime. I just own the kid, the wife and the plot xD

A/N: I'm baaaack! And this is important so please do read. This chapter is not the continuation of the previous one (its continuation will be chapter 7) but rather the introduction of an OC character —a certain child of a canon!character — who will become quite important in the future. Please do give it a try! Thank you!

AND BEWARE THE GRAMMAR! xD

6. Blue.

Eyes so green, they were absolutely mesmerising. Not so dark or so light. If one had to describe it, they would say, "just the perfect shade". And not the mention the long dark lashes that added the beauty to those orbs of his.

Unlike his mother's Italian sun-kissed skin, he was powdery pale. It wasn't due to the lack of sunlight, instead he presumed it was inherited from his mysterious father. The only trait too since his hair was black like that of the woman who had given birth to him.

The identity of his father would most likely remain a mystery to him since his mother had passed away due to complications arising from childbirth and none of the nurses had any idea who her husband was. But the Italian woman however, bore no band of gold on her finger and so either the man and her were lovers or something had happened that made her lose her ring, which was highly unlikely.

A golden locket was all he had from his late mother. The funny thing was that no one except him could open the locket. There was nothing special in it though, just a mirror on each side when it opened. Normally, one would expect to find a picture but apparently, this locket was not a normal one.

"Blue."

He turned his head to face the orphanage's nurse who had poked her head into his room. "Good evening, Sister Lydia. Anything I can help you with?"

The nurse smiled. He was her favourite. No. To be more exact, he was the favourite of all the nurses in the orphanage. Though being just five years old, he was more mature than the rest and was always very polite.

"It's almost time for bed." She tapped her wristwatch. "Have you brushed your teeth yet?"

He nodded. "Yes I have, Sister Lydia."

Lydia beamed at his answer. "Very good."

"Though Louie and Rico haven't." He shot an impassive stare towards his other two roommates who were sprawled on the floor-mat, surrounded by the picture books and fast asleep. "Would you like me to wake them up?"

"No problem." She shook her head as she approached the two with a huff. "You just tuck yourself into bed alright?"

"Okay." He replied as he got off his chair and headed towards the bed in the corner, right beside the window. His two companions weren't brave enough to sleep by the window. Brother Garry was all to blame since he was quite fond of narrating ghost stories to the children whenever it was his turn during the story-telling nights.

Blue was, however, unaffected and was thus considered the bravest amongst them all and best suited for the bed by the window. "Goodnight Sister Lydia."

"Goodnight Blue. Sweet dreams."

Blue sat on the window sill with a picture book in hand.

It was playtime and they were all grouped together in the playroom; twenty one of them in total, excluding the ones below the age of two.

The oldest among them being ten and considerably huge in size was the type who loved to exert his authority just because he was older than the rest. He could more or less be considered as the "bully". His name was Bernard.

The boy approached his next victim after forcefully making the previous one give up his candies. Bernard marched over to the window with a victorious grin. "Hey Blue! Gimme all yer chocolates!"

The pale boy simply turned the page of his book, not paying attention to the other. This action was of course taken as an offense by the bully. And he did not like it when he couldn't have his way since he always did with the others.

Blue blinked and looked up when his book was snatched out of his hands. His green orbs met with sapphire blue. "I was reading."

Bernard gave a harsh laugh as he threw the book behind him, accurately hitting one of the young ones on the head, making them whimper. "Well, now you ain't!"

"Did you need something?" Blue asked perfectly calm.

"Yer chocolates!"

"I don't have any." The pale boy answered.

"Yer lying! I saw Sister Margaret give yer some yesterday!" Bernard began turning an interesting shade of red. This wasn't a good sign because every time he did, a fight always broke out.

"What I am trying to say here is that…" Blue sighed. He had had enough of this. "I don't want to share it with someone like the likes of you. You're older than us all but it seems that mentally, you're just a snotty little brat."

SMACK!

The pale boy flinched. His cheek stung. Even so, he was silently thankful that it had not been a punch to the nose. The whole room was dead quiet as everyone watched on. Some were in total awe that Blue did not burst out crying yet.

"Say that again!" Bernard yelled. "You have no right to say that to me!"

Blue cocked his head to the side. "Oh? Didn't you just ask me to say it again?"

"Shut up you bastard! Son of a whore! I heard your mummy dearest got banged up by a man who decided to leave her soon after cause she was so damn ugly!"

There were collective gasps from everyone in the room.

Blue's green eyes hardened and his fists clenched tightly. The bully had just mocked his mother! The nerve of him! No one had the right to insult the woman who had died for him to live. He could feel his blood boil as anger raged within him. In all his life, he had never been this angry before.

"Hey, Bernard, what did you just call my mother?"

The bully gaped as he stared out of fear at the pale boy. No. It wasn't the boy that had his attention. Rather it was the woman behind him who somehow resembled Blue. And it was not hard to join the dots that that very woman was none other than the pale boy's mother. But she was supposed to be dead…wasn't she?

The deafening silence was broken with a scream when the beautiful woman suddenly morphed into a decaying corpse who was reaching out towards the bully. Bernard registered this a little too late. He only snapped out of it when the screams around him grew louder and the rotten hand brushed against his cheek.

When the nurses burst into the room on hearing such an alarming number of screams, they were greeted with total chaos. Half of the boys were crying while others huddled in a corner with mortified looks. To their surprise, two of the boys were lying out cold on the floor.

Even to this day, they still couldn't figure out a reason. They never came to know that one had fainted out of shock and the other collapsed due to sudden exhaustion.

That day unknowingly marked the start of something new.

"Blue! Show us a magic trick!"

The pale boy sighed as the other five year olds dragged him along to sit with them in the circle they had formed. He missed the days when none of them paid attention to him since they found him "boring".

"Magic trick! Magic trick!" The boys enthusiastically cheered.

"Fine." He relented with another sigh. "Only one and you'll leave me alone. Promise?"

"Awww!"

"Noooo!"

"Bluuuuue!"

He huffed. "Three and then you leave me alone…and no one speaks about this to the nurses."

"Yay!"

"Okay!"

"We promise!"

Blue stretched out his hands for them to see. He flexed his fingers. "See? They're empty."

The boys nodded eagerly as they watched him clasp his hands together in bathed breath. He pretended to whisper some sort of magic spell into his hands and threw them open. "Tadaa!"

Everyone cheered as a colourful butterfly flew over their heads before flying out the open window. He proceeded to his next trick where he snapped his fingers and a small flame appeared at the tip of his forefinger. With a flick of his free hand, he now held a card which he carefully lit on fire before clamping his other hand over it in one swift motion.

When he reopened his hands, the card was gone and in its place sat a rose the colour of fire. His audience of children clearly seemed impressed with the mysterious appearance of the flower and cheered louder.

Blue pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket and placed it over the flower for his final act. He gently blew over it and with a smile, removed the cloth.

"Ooohs!" and "Aaahs!" rang throughout the room as everyone admired the bunch of multicoloured roses that took the place of the single one which was now snug in the middle of the bouquet.

After he was sure they admired it long enough, he placed the handkerchief over it again. This time when he removed it, his hands were empty. He stood up and gave a final blow before heading towards the door while the others clapped as hard as they could as their "magician" took his leave.

Blue stifled a yawn behind his hand as he shuffled over to his room. He was tired. His magic tricks always drained his energy so he figured he had to limit himself from performing too much. Afteral, he didn't want to wake up after five days in a hospital again after the last time he had accidently conjured his first magic trick.

Speaking of which, the bully had ended up being shifted over to a place far away since he couldn't bring himself to speak anymore. it was tragic but the other children were clearly relieved that they didn't have to suffer under Bernard's dominance anymore.

The pale boy smirked. Life somehow seemed more likeable.

He was now a year older and wiser too.

Snow was falling outside. All the other boys were huddled up together by the big fire in the common room. All but him. It was story time.

Blue stared out the window and into the darkness. It was one of his favourite pastimes recently. And they wouldn't notice that he was gone anyway. Nobody would. That was because his double had taken over his place in the common room. A trick —and a very difficult one too— he had come up with to get away from most of the group activities.

If anything, he preferred some 'alone' time like right now.

As he was about to draw back from the window, his eyes caught two figures hurrying in through the gate. His green orbs narrowed at this. Why would anyone come and visit the orphanage in this terrible weather? The weather forecast had announced the possibilities of a snow storm later that night. It had clearly instructed all civilians to stay indoors for their own safety.

He was able to make out one of the two figures. It was the warden, Mother Rebecca and the other was an unknown tall man. Blue had heard stories about how the warden had a "secret lover" but what he saw was no such thing. They seemed more like business partners from the look on their faces.

Blue stealthily retreated towards the shadows before tip-toeing down the stairs. The pale boy was curious. It would only be for some urgent reason that one would feel the need to come by on such a terrible weather. And as a young boy with such an imaginative mind, he wanted to know why.

"…pay…children…"

"…much?"

The voices seemed to be coming from the warden's private study. They seemed to be having an intense negotiation and by the sound of it, the man was successfully getting the warden to agree albeit reluctantly on her part.

Blue was careful not to make a sound that would give him away as he edged closer towards the closed door to get a better idea on what they were talking about.

"…their flames." He heard the tall man's deep voice say. "It can suffice for the entire capacity required to make the weapons!"

"Richard!" Mother Rebecca exclaimed in horror. "You can't be serious!"

"You don't understand, Rebecca…"

Blue blinked. It sounded like some family dispute. The two had addressed each other so casually, he'd come to a conclusion that they were most likely, siblings.

But why was he talking about weapons? And why would one need 'flames' to build them? Won't they be requiring machines instead of fire to create weapons?

"Richard? Is something wrong?"

"Are you sure there's no one on this floor?"

The boy bit back his gasp. The man could sense him! He backed away from the door, his heart beating fast. Running back up was not an option; they would catch him if he did. He needed to do something and it had to be done now.

"Yes. All the children are up in the common room. What's wrong?"

The door knob turned and the door thrown open with force. Richard narrowed his eyes as he looked around. He was quite positive that he had sensed a presence not a while ago. The man shook his head before retreating back into the room, shutting the door close.

"It's nothing."

The pale boy released the breath he had been holding in. He had blended in with the shadows, using the help of a trick he'd taught himself. Also the dark hallway had assisted in helping him camouflage himself with the wall since the trick couldn't really do that.

For the first time in his life, he was afraid. He had thought that the man had spotted him for a moment. The fear was something he would not be getting over any sooner. He had been scared beyond measure.

Not taking any more chances, he trudged back up the staircase.

It was enough excitement for the day.

Footsteps.

He had woken to the sound of footsteps outside the hallway. He sat up, now alert and wide awake. The muffled sounds and the noises of the doors opening and closing did nothing to comfort him. just who could be moving about so late at night?

The door knob to his shared room slowly turned. His roommates were sound asleep and unaware of what was happening. He decided to pretend to be asleep. Maybe it was simply Mother Rebecca doing a check on them all after one of the older boys had slipped out of the orphanage three nights ago.

He shut his eyes and slowed his breathing while pretending to be asleep. But it was a grave mistake.

His eyes immediately flew open when cold hands gripped his neck and attached some sort of collar on it. He found himself face to face with someone familiar. And the sight of the man who had frightened made his heart race.

What is he doing here!?

Richard's lips curled into a smirk. "Well, well, looks like this one's awake."

"What are yo—argh!" Blue was cut short by the pain that suddenly coursed though his whole body from the object round his neck after the man pressed a button on it.

The pale boy felt sluggish as his eyes slowly drooped close.

"Sleep well little boy. This might just be the last night of peaceful dreams." The man's cruel laugh seemed to sound distant.

He knew he had to do something. Fight back! But the moment his eyes closed, sleep overcame him like a strong wave. His last thought before he slipped into darkness was the most sincere need he had ever expressed in his whole life.

HELP!

Rokudo Mukuro was the Vongola's Mist Guardian and a master of illusions. One of the only said three who could fool the Vindice —the mafia's lawkeepers— with his abilities. He was a man who didn't care for others except for some exceptional few, and viewed everyone as insignificant. He was a man who was ruthless and cruel, and always seen with a playful smile on his lips.

But despite it all, he had fallen for one of the so called "insignificant" people. She made his arrogant heart skip a beat every time he laid his eyes on her. And it was strange that he felt the need to protect her, to remain by her side and forever keep her happy. Was this what one would call true love?

Her name was Arabella. She was like a star that shone bright in his cold, dark life; someone whom he really treasured for the first time in his life. Her jade green eyes never failed to captivate him. And moreover, she accepted the monster he was.

Then, like every sad ending, she had to leave. He was mafia. A man who was targeted and hated by many, for her to stay with him only meant that she would have to recklessly put her life on the line. This she was willing to do but Mukuro was against it. He only wanted for her to live a life free from the dangers he would bring to her just by loving her.

But she didn't live as long as he hoped for. He could only presume it was an illness that had taken her away because on a cold winter's evening, the bond he had created between them had suddenly broken off.

The truth was harsh but nevertheless, he had to bear it no matter how much it pained him just knowing that she was no more.

And it hurt to accept the fact that he could do nothing about it.

She was all but a memory now.

Then, a few years later, he felt it.

A tug in his heart.

As dramatic as it sounded, this was the only way he could describe the sensation he had experienced. The golden locket he always wore round his neck, the one identical to what he had left behind with her, grew heavy and warm.

He shut his eyes and concentrated.

Maybe it was out of hope that he did so.

Then he saw them. An all too familiar pair of jade green orbs which bore a pleading look as though asking him. Begging him…

HELP!

His heterochromatic eyes blinked open.

And he felt rage. Cold rage swelling inside of him. Those eyes. He was reminded of the past, the same look all the helpless children in that forsaken place had borne in their eyes. Of scalpels and experiments, blood and stitches, screams and pleading cries. It was something one would not just forget.

But…but the only person he knew who possessed those mesmerising jade green was dead.

Could it be possible? His eyes widened a fraction as he got off the couch he had been reclining on.

Mukuro grabbed a jacket from the mess of his wardrobe after which he proceeded to head out of the room. He felt so alive after such a long time. The Mist Guardian had a thought in mind. The very thought being responsible for the devious smirk now plastered on his face.

"Kufufufu…"

He had some investigating to be done.

A/N: To all who stuck around and read this, thank you for your time! xD

I'm so grateful for the favourites and follows and of course ever more grateful to my reviewers! The most recent reviews had me feeling guilty for neglecting this too long and made me type this chapter out. I do hope it wasn't a let-down or disappointment :'D

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