3 Chapter 3: Taming the Wild Child (1/2)

So this was the next brat. Her name's Helen, my 3rd Elder sister.

Despite the small stature she had, her face of calmness only indicated the dangers ahead and with her personality, I turned out to be right after all! She IS here to bully me!!!

Well, even so, I guess she's not much of a threat per say... just a chest piece?

Ah~ah, why do I remember those pathetic events of my past life, now?! It's not like I even miss that damn place!

A place... so... useless to speak, clueless to struggle, and painless to breathe. For someone who only had one option in life, nothing accomplished whatsoever, I can't really brag about it. After all, a criminal, is who I am.

Reincarnated? Looks like a joke.

... No, a dream. When I wake up, everything will return to that nightmare. I can't help thinking how horrible I'll feel.

*CRE~AK*

Suddenly, my thoughts got jumbled as the door burst open and tore down like scraps of paper. I couldn't help thinking how awesome it was.

Like red lightning and the buzz sound that immediately followed, had instantly cracked the heavy wooden door... honestly, it was weird how a sudden chill had enveloped me while I impatiently stared at the haze that produced a grey silhouette in front of me.

”...”

Wait a minute. No way... no freaking way!

In front of me was that bi... I mean, brat. So this is what being a mage meant! So she's a fire mage...!

Books or not, this was the first time I'd seen magic... but then why was there no fire, but instead a red lightning? How interesting!

As I lifted my eyes at the deadly child-like figure that approached me, my body shook in horror and excitement.

Her eyes as sharp as bullets beamed at me like lasers. I could tell right away how much of a burden I seemed to her. This girl, with enough training, could kill a person with her eyes only.

Her thoughts, or so I guessed, seemed to be muddled. Guessing whether or not she would ki- no, teach me a lesson. Gosh, was I in trouble now.

Hmm... but now's not a good time... I'd not want her as an enemy and it's still too early to fight. Plus, her patience seems limited, she'll be troublesome as an ally too...! What to do?

Trotting beside her, the smaller figure I couldn't notice before, was lil' Carmine. Quiet, observant and afraid.

Looks like the one who had powers was the winner.

However, just as I came to the decision- ”Looks like this Baby is my tool now.”

Helen proclaimed. ”She seems fun. But I hate burdens and garbage so... I'll get rid of IT if things get troublesome.”

In all honesty, I was fazed by this, was she bluffing? No, there was no confusion. Hahaha... children here, they love talking like adults,don't they? How... amusing.

I smiled at her slyly.

This shook her up a bit clearly giving away the fact that, all that talk now, was just a show. Such a child! I scoffed and giggled, rolling to the other end of the cradle, standing up still on all four legs.

Trust me, this took all of my baby power. So tiring!

”N-no,” a shaking protest came from the cute little Carmine who was standing beside her elder sister, shaking.

”W-What? You're defending this useless shit now?” Helen regained her lost composure.

”No!” Carmine shook her head violently, ”You can't buuwi her! Only Cami can!”

Carmine barely pronounced her name. Lol, she thinks she can protect me, my knight~ ah, forgive me for my rudeness...

”As if! I'm the older sister here!” Helen barked.

Well now, this was going nowhere. Something was about to begin as both sisters glared at each other frighteningly. ”I don't wanna be stuck in a cat and mouse battlefield!” I began to panic, myself.

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The bitter morning had passed and it was a sunny afternoon now. I guess it's summer time here, huh? I loved the summer breeze... It kinda makes the heart.... flutter? Oh no, this is bad, seriously bad!

This morning after my room was ransacked by children, I was humiliated in front of my whole family. Things felt awful afterwards! I had to wear IT! A dress... D.R.E.S.S!

Unknowingly, it felt pretty cute later on, since I've always been weak to praises... A light blue dress or a frock, whatever, up to my knee with sunflowers (surprisingly this flower exists here!) designed all over and a bright yellow upturned collar. I could imagin myself like a clown... or possibly a pervert.

I'm in serious trouble! I URGENTLY REQUIRE EXPERT ADVICE!

...

Though I did have the feelings of revolt earlier, it dimmed down and later I calmed myself. My mom and I had struggled the most! Of course I was at a loss when they all ganged up on me taking mom's side... Four big people against One cute baby was an unfair advantage.

Anyway that's not even the worst part, somehow lately, I feel as if I'm changing. Better or worse, I don't dislike being the way I am now. Yet I can't help not liking it either! Ugh, so confusing!

As always what I feel most calm about, is the soft wind, which brisks away all my worries and leaves me with nothingness.

In my previous life, nothingness was peace. It was an unbreakable harmony that I couldn't help but smile at...

*BANG!*

A dagger flew past my left cheek, barely scratching me. It got stuck beside me on the silky aqua wallpaper, still and silent.

What is this? An assassination attempt? Oh my goodness, these kids have been baring fangs against me! But I'm an INNOCENT LIL' BABY!!!

”Che-” Helen clicked her tongue, ”Missed.”

Something hot rolled down my cheeks. Was this blood? I threw a fit. It was pouring down like rain and both the brats stared at me in awe with their mouths wide open... I felt so threatened... so defeated... endangered again...

”What's going on?!” I heard mom shout as she rushed into the living room, in panic.

At the sight of her, the earth beneath me shook and all the pain went away. I outburst crying with so much relief at my saviour... who was so shocked for an instant but as she took me closely onto her lap caressing me, all my fear depleted.

Incidentally, it wasn't blood, but tears that went pouring down. However, as embarrassed as I had been, I couldn't help the sorrowful depth of this baby heart. It was really hard...especially holding back the emotions that were harder to contain!!!

Such bravery and patience, my mother withstood without complaints, required rewards. And no matter how much I think about it, nothing seemed capable in comparison to my mother. Everything seemed to slowly sink in as I steadily pacified my embarrassed self.

”Who did thi-” but before mother could finish her question, ”I-I, I'm soooooo Sowwwy...” Helen clutched her hand onto mom's long skirt, teary eyed.