Everyday, I Fight! 3 Chapter 3: Taming The Wild Child

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 d.a.m.n 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 sc.r.a.ps 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 s.h.i.+t now?" Helen regained her lost composure.

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

Carmine barely p.r.o.nounced 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 pa.s.sed 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!

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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 a.s.sa.s.sination 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 embarra.s.sed 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 embarra.s.sed 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.

She didn't cry. No, that cunning fox patted her light brown eyes, like a lost puppy with a cute little pout on her lips as if she were gla.s.s about to crumble down.

That cheater!

Quick as a flash, father, who-knows-when-he-got-home, took Helen in his arms and gave her a tight squeeze. His unshaved beard that tweaked onto Helen's chubby little cheeks seemed to have done her a good deal of damage. Good, good!

Yet I can't help hating my helplessness! It's so frustrating, but I have to deal with it. No choice.

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While the regular conflicts in this family continues, the best time for me is the night after all, especially when dad's home. He occupies most of those brats' time so, they snooze off early and I can roam free!

Ho~ho~ho~ this means one thing! Study! I can freely roam with leisure and get some research done...!

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Why, why, WHY??! Why are these brats here? Weren't they supposed to be asleep now!? How are they here?

"Its not good Baby Glow," mom said with a sulky face looking at me, slightly angry, "behave or the cradle will be your prison. You are so tiny and always playing with books! You can learn once you're old enough! For now! Let's go back~"

I was picked up and tucked away in her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, as she hummed a melody and took me away closing the door and locking it.

Those two must have sneaked up and told mom about this! Naive little kids playing with fire, I'll show you! When the sun rises tomorrow I'll be sure to train you brats thoroughly! I vowed to myself.

That's my REVENGE.

But for now, I'm just gonna sleep, cuddling in her arms. If possible, I hope to never grow up...!

I awoke to the sound of fluttering clothes. Hmm...? Guess I was s.h.i.+fted to the living room cradle while asleep. The smell of washed clothes when walking up feels awfully serene.

The running footsteps indicated the mice who were on the howl to cause more trouble. They're finally here.

In my previous life, the cause of my downfall, was because I thought big... too big. So this time, I'll trial with the little bits, before I gulp the big pieces.

My first target... Taming the wild child, Carmine Windstorm. What fun!

Carmine was the first to arrive. "Pfft...Hahaha, so much for having a pretty face!" I thought to myself. She looked extremely sullen and her face wa.s.s slightly beaten up. I suppose she was at a disadvantage...

What I learned in a book a little while before is that children with mage powers wake up at the age of 10. It's unusual for some to break open at 15, but there are these rare cases. To top it off, only 20% children born per year actually do turn into mages, but that number gets thinner since only 5% grow up to be adult mages in society. The rest go into the pages of untold history.

Even more so, this ability is sought, because mages have 50% more immunity than normal human bodies so that means they're a lot more stronger! Once the power of the mage awakens and as long as you clear into the Emerald stage with mana colour green, your appearance will remain as you look at age 21 and you can live for about hundreds of years... exaggerated, no?

I don't believe everything I've read, but I don't really have enough materials either and coming from Earth, I doubt this is scientifically possible...!

Anyway, from the looks of Carmine, she's downright in a horrible state. Looks so pitiful, too.

Helen doesn't seem to be around now. My guess would be that either she's in trouble or helping mom for extra points...

"C" I let out a little something from my mouth as Carmine stared at me popeyed, "CCami~ Ca... mi~" I let out some more voices of her name. I also made sure to bubble my eyes in teary motion. Only then can I actually score some brownie points from her!

By the time she got the hunch of her surroundings, her face shone bright red. Not papa, nor mama... but to say Cami, in such a sweet texture that simply melted any heart, I then, smiled at her cheerfully. Finally ending with a long and loud giggle that gave a cute undertone.

She blushed faintly, but regained composure soon afterwards, then cautiously left with a stoned face. It was like she had a plastic surgery or was wearing some kind of invisible mask... I couldn't read her.

How irritating! The murderous G, who froze villains with a dead stare and a hateful smirk, couldn't figure out a mere child's expression... boy, had I gotten rusty!

Lately, my mind seems to dawdle more into my past life events even more than my present worries... I wonder why-? Which reminds me of HIM! Jaguar the Walker... That's right, J was killed around 21 years ago Earth time, during summer! Is that why I'm reminiscing...?

J, was my only comrade during high school, like a brother. He died while s.h.i.+elding me. He, too, possessed no family there. So the both of us were practically lone wolves back then. Those were very rare good times of my life.

He was seriously a tough nut to crack, I sighed wondering in a daze, he never got a proper name... ever. So the t.i.tle he recieved as a delinquent was his only ident.i.ty. Thank G.o.d, he wasn't entered into my benefactor's disposable list of workers, or he would have suffered a bitter life like mine.

Even now I wonder with a dry smile, as I did back then, always hinting onto the question whether it was a good thing he sacrificed his life saving mine back then...? Now that he is gone, I'll probably never know...!

As I try to regain my composure while staring outside the open window from my cradle, I notice a small child staring at me with her eyes wide open. Carmine.

Does she want revenge? Or is she trying to hear me say her name again? Hah~ I sigh, but to no avail as she continues to observe my movements.

Are all girls her age like that? Is she being stubborn? I can't understand! Why's she a girl? If she were a boy, I could easily guess, but I'm utterly inexperienced with girls of normal society! All I could find out in my previous life was that normal girls were plain and boring, or too much of a fuss. So due to my line of work I stayed away from mingling too much... that was bad?

"Ha, ha, ha." I let out a dry laugh that barely contained any sweetness.

Suddenly, she turned around, still with that expressionless face and simply walked away.

As both half moons shone outside, I couldn't help but wonder in amazement how ridiculous it felt. This planet had three moons. Two that were always aligned or closely together and the other one that was far off.

Though I haven't yet grasped the concept of everything, but people here see it as normal, whereas I find it odd in my vision of sight.

There was so much to learn and such a way to go... I couldn't hold myself back, yet I am stuck in a baby tomb. So annoying.

A tickle in the belly ran down my train of thoughts as I was subdued by my mother. She sang a song I was used to as she tucked me back in the baby room cradle.

The room was small with the cradle at the centre and a gla.s.s window with wooden frames at the right end of the room, from the cradle. The pearl like curtains were drawn that blocked my view of the outside world.

Cupboards and a shelf were also there, baby sized and small. I wasn't sure if they were plastic or not. They were smooth though. Adding to the baby toys and clothes inside, there was nothing special about the room. The beige painted walls were drawn on by children using various ideas and a red fur carpet that covered the floor. It was much easier to crawl (secretly) here than anywhere else in the house...

The silence, while I closed my eyelids and opened them again, was broken by the creaking door.

Instantly I jumped up, sitting straight, who could it be? I was afraid.

Clutching my hands on my chest, I gulped and peered over my cradle, looking downwards. It was Carmine! All my fear washed away, but I was still wary of her. Why was she here at the dead of the night?

"Here," she whispered quietly as she handed something to me. It was a book! I stared back at her wide eyed.

"A gwift to bookwom," she said shyly with her cheeks flushed and her hands shaking as I glimpsed at her while the moonlights shone on the pearl curtains creating a dim nightlight throughout the room, "I-I, I'm better than Hemem, okay?" she stuttered.

I nodded and happily smiled at her. Then, she slowly backed away and ran off shutting the door with a soft thud.

"Easy, easy," I thought to myself as the warmth of happiness and glory covered my body, "Looks like taming the wild child took no timing at all..." I thought with a smirk of delight on my face, "Next up, Helen."

I couldn't help, but feel awfully happy as I clutched the book tightly with my little body like a lap pillow and dozed off into the dreamworld. Another mission, completed.