Hera44

(NOTE: This first part is when u and Hiro are in Kindergarten) You had just arrived in San Fransokyo 3 years ago, and things were looking up. You were coloring in the coloring book your father had given you, when you heard your teacher call you and a midnight black haired boy's name. "Hiro! (Name!)" You look up and walk towards your teacher, with "Hiro" right behind you. "Hamada, (last name) Come with me to your 2nd grade classroom" You follow Hiro and your teacher to a fairly small classroom with at least 16 kids doing work. They were all much bigger than you, a mere Kindergartener! Maybe that's what happened when you were a k

You sit around the digital computer screen in your (technically, Hiro and Tadashi's) bedroom. It was still a tight squeeze to fit your stuff in there, plus Hiro was not too happy about having his computer moved. I wonder what Hiro's doing. You ask yourself this everyday. You hear the smoke alarm go off. You shake your head. This is Hiro's doing again. He can't cook. There is seriously NO smart reason to have Hiro cook. You walk down the stairs into the Luck Cat Cafe, and realize this was not Hiro's cooking, but his attempt at replacing the batteries in the stupid thing. "Name! Your here! U-uh, your tall, replace the batteries for me. O

I've never met my father. Before I was born, he died. At least that's what my mother, Hana, told me. But I always believed he wasn't. Hana had to quit school and her job to take care of us and herself. She was still pregnant with me. The only time I felt neglected was when Ame and Yuki were bouncing around in their wolf forms. Me? Sitting around doing normal human children things. I would always be rough and tumble around with them, just mother warned them to be careful since I was a year younger plus I was not a wolf. I would bite them and bite things like them. I was still just Matachi. Normal old Matachi. Non-wolf Matachi. Eventually