Blinking, once and twice, your eyes swivel from your apparent parents and to the surrounding. Belatedly, you realize that you're in a rather stark white and clean-smelling room. You're not sure how 'clean' has a smell, but your mind store it as so. There's a white bright light casting from the ceiling, and you feel fuzzy all over your body.
"He has your eyes, darling," Mama's warm, soothing voice pulls you in—a barely noticeable inflection in her voice—and upon further look, you realize the dark bags under her honey brown eyes.
Papa chuckles, and your hands clasp upon his finger when it approaches you. It also feels warm. Nice. "We have the same eyes, honey. Besides, I think he has yours, instead. And also your face," his grin is wide, showing white pearly teeth as he leans in. "Isn't that right, Tsuna?"
For some reason, you can't help but think he looks a tad sad.
Gurgling about, you softly tug at the finger, and he gives in with a soft chuckle—before he pulls it away when he realizes where it's headed (namely, your mouth), a somewhat surprised look on his face. Upon so, Mama releases a melodic laughter, and soon Papa joins in after a moment. You pout, but soon you join in yourself, albeit in an incoherent babbling noise.
The laughter does abate, although your incoherent babbling and gurgle doesn't. They sigh, looking at you fondly. There's a slight shift on the bed(?) as Papa moves to sit, his hand circling around Mama's shoulder, her body immediately relaxing and slumping over him. You feel yourself moving, being pulled into their embrace.
There's a shift on Papa's expression, looking somewhat contrite and pained. "Honey..."
Mama blinks, a slight downturn on her lips before she sighs. "What is it, darling?"
Papa grimaces suddenly. An uncomfortable tension wafts into the room, and you quiet your own gurgling and babbling—a confused and scared feeling settles in you as you look to Papa.
"I'll..." Papa sighs, the grimace turning into a weak smile. "Have to cut my vacation into three days. My boss called in earlier, told me there's a problem with one of the contruction building. I hope..."
"It's alright, dear," Nana cuts in, her smile is somewhat frail, but her voice is nonetheless warm and soft. "I understand." Then she smiles playfully at him. "Though you'd have to make the three days worth it, understand?"
Papa blinks, and then a wide grin returns to his face. "Of course, dear!" He leans to her, rubbing his face softly. There's a light blush on Mama's and Papa's face. "I'll make it into the best vacation time I'll have."
For some reason, you feel
incredibly uncomfortable. But before you could think further about it, you let out a loud yawn, a feeling of tiredness seeps into you.
"Looks like he's tired," Mama softly says, her hand brushing softly on your tiny chest.
Your hands reach into it, savoring the warmth as you sleep.
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You're not sure when, but sometime later, you realize that you're not in that clean-smelling white room anymore, and instead in a brown colored room. Most of the times, you would be in mom's carry, and you are slowly getting used to your apparent home. Dad would come in once in a while, but most of the time, he would be elsewhere, leaving you alone with mom.
You don't quiet miss the occasional sad look on her face when you're alone with her, but it's only for a scant moment, and it would immediately gone into her cheerful self in the next very moment. There are times when she would carry you around outside, strapped on her front as she buys grocery for the day. Occasionally, she would stop with the neighbors and gossip—although that's not quite as often in of itself. There are also times when you would return to that familiar white clean-smelling room for something, though the visit gets rarer as time goes by.
You yourself are mostly quiet. It concerns Nana—your mother—at first, since other children aren't as quiet, but she seems to calm down after a visit to that white clean-smelling room. Still, though, you spend most of your time sleeping, but that doesn't mean you don't do anything when you're actually awake.
In fact, when you're actually awake, you spend your time... (Pick 2)
[] Looking at picture books mama would read to you, and scattered on the ground because she doesn't have much time cleaning it
[] Crawling about around the house. Carefully. Sometimes, you would try to balance yourself on two like mama and papa...
[] Play with other babies. Whilst not often, there are times where mama would gather around with other moms. In these moments, you would often befriending with other kids they brought with
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But when you sleep, you dream yourself as a gray-haired boy, a sword in hand, and friends around you as you fight against monsters beyond human recognition. They feel real, but at the same time, not. Forgotten at worst, and blurry at best. But there's a single memory that always stays in your mind, despite many others blurred and forgotten. (Pick 1)
[] Sitting in a bench, smiling and laughing in mirth alongside friends you've shared unbroken bonds with
[] Facing the goddess in defiance, and resolution in your eyes as you accept the truth
[] In a blue room. An old man with funny nose, and a beautiful golden haired woman on the side
[] Write-in
[] The Sea of your Soul. Blurred and obscured figures—forgotten, yet familiar, waiting to be called and remembered
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Note: It's important, I feel, to say that Golden Arena and the Golden remake won't be included as canon. Mainly, because I played Persona 4 through Playstation 2, and I don't have PS3 nor Vita.