Scallywag

/ˈskaləˌwaɡ/

(n.) a person who behaves badly but in an amusingly mischievous rather than harmful way; a rascal.

I.

Blurry monochrome images keeps on moving, then one particular silhouette halted in front of me.

"God. This creature is terrifying." The female voice stated and I can't understand a single thing. Like, she ain't speaking in English or Spanish. It's freaking gibberish to me, she just constructed a word that filled with consonants and vowels placed randomly together. But I think I got the gist of it. So, How dare you.

"Dear, she's your daughter." OH. It's the man speaking again!

"I know, you dipshit. You're the one who–"

"Sunako. Please."

"–made me pregnant. Carrying this creature in my belly is the most regretful experience in my life, though–"

"Dear, just stop."

"–when you pu–"

"No."

"Geez." the woman sighed. The glob of grey moved away.

The glob of grey—

My eyesight is a pile of shit.

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II.

After months of being oblivious, I found out that the voices that I keep on hearing are my parents' voices. I'm four years old now, currently staring at my dad who had this ash grey hair and dark chocolate eyes, Mitsuo Hamasaki. He smiled down at me, ruffling my greyish white hair that I got from him, I think I only got my skintone from my mother, Sunako Hamasaki.

"We're going to my sister's house and properly meet them today, be a good girl, alright?" He asked whom I responded with 'un!' ethustiastically. "She is your obachan. Be nice for you'll be meeting your two cousins, don't be reckless."

"Oh hush it, Mitsuo. Let the child do whatever she wants. If she wants to murder your sis' annoying first child, then so be it." Mom responded across the living room, brushing her long black hair, her equally black eyes stares at my dad's reflection on the mirror.

"Ryohei is not annoying, dearest. He is just... bright."

"Of course." Mom snorted, before glancing towards me, "C'mere Mitsu, let me dress you up." She then brought a long neck black sweater and white skirt, as Dad nudges me towards her.

I sat down infront of the mirror, my wide but sharp dark chocolate eyes stared blankly at my reflection as Mom started to comb my ash hair.

Now I think about it, Mom really hates me when I'm still an infant, she hates kids to summarize, but she became fond of me when I spit out my first word that gained me a scandalous gasp from my Dad and squeal to my Mom.

They fought for an entire week because of it.

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.III.

"Oh my, you must be Mitsuyo-chan, how cute!" The woman with snow white hair cooed at me, I beamed and babbled things with practice ease that made my Mom so proud behind me, Dad just sighed.

Dad has the same hair colour of the woman but only darker, I noticed, though their features doesn't scream Japanese to me.

They have white hair for Pete's sake.

The woman introduced herself as Miyoko Sasagawa. Then she insisted me to call her Miyo-bachan.

She smiled at me then she greeted my parents.

I can feel someone's staring at me. I looked behind Miyo-bachan, then saw a kid with the same height as mine looking at me, he had the white hair of Miyo-bachan and steel coloured eyes. I stared at him for a minute before he bounced and ran towards me.

Ran towards me.

With no self-restraint whatsoever, I shrieked, turned my heels and dashed.

Then the damn brat started to laugh.

How dare he mock me.

I halted and curled myself on the floor, he kept on running but when he noticed what I did, he tried to stop.

Tried.

The momentum didn't make him stop as his feet impacted my back and sent him sprawling mess before me.

I may feel guilty about that.

Just tiny bit.

He laughed jovially though.

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IV.

Miyo-bachan introduced me to the boy. Apparently, the boy is too cheerful for his own good.

The boy is Ryohei Sasagawa.

He grinned at me.

"A'want t'be boxer!" He informed me. The only thing I understand is boxer.

I looked up at my Dad, he looked at me too, "He said he wants to be a boxer."

Oh.

OH.

I grinned at Ryohei, "I know Capoeira. Wanna fight?" I asked, Dad just sighed behind me and shoved his large hand in my head.

"No fighting, Mini-me. I don't even know where you learned that thing."

I just beamed.

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V.

I spent my whole day smacking Ryohei on the head, he doesn't mind though.

He thought I'm just playing with him.

Too bad, I ain't. I'm just annoyed so I smacked him.

And I toned it down for a bit when I met his cute little sister,

"Dis ma'lil sis! Koko!"

Koko? Coco? Coco then.

Coco looked at me for a bit before a cute little smile sprouted on her face, she has long ginger hair and round light brown eyes.

I swear to God I will protect her.

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I found out her name is Kyoko Sasagawa, not Coco.

I'm sticking to Coco, I don't care.