Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Fan Fiction ❯ Cavallone Moon ❯ Welcome to Nami-chu! ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

And so…her training commenced.

“Move it!” Lal scolded the other blunette into continuing her usual training routine outside on the open field. For 3 months, Tsukiko was observed by the CEDEF and trained by Lal and Collenello, who in return treated her with more respect over time. In their perspective, she appeared to have some knowledge and skill already buried deep in the confinements of her lost memories. With Bouche's help, they were able to help her recover a few bits.

They were determined to unlock everything.

Tsukiko hurdled over another attack from the older female, evading every flame sent to obliterate her. One after another, Lal continued to test her agility. The girl was nimble. She moved swiftly and vigilantly, as if every move was well thought through before she made them. She weaved through the flames one after the other, or through several groups. She moved like a whole new person.

Deciding to kick up a notch, Lal decided to step in for a little bit of close hand-to-hand combat.

“Be ready, Tsukiko!”

Somersaulting away, the teen evaded an incoming attack from Lal’s giant centipede. It just barely wrapped its body around her to immobilize her. Just thinking about its many legs and the texture of its hard surface gave her the willies, never once a bug or insect person.

Just as she made a few more back moves, Lal had attempted to kick her feet from under her to throw of her landing. She barely made it by a hairs width. “Shit! That was a close call!”

Landing a few feet away from her, Tsukiko watched as her teacher fell into a familiar stance. Daringly, the younger female smirked smugly. “Getting slow, Lal-shishou?”

“Don’t get smug with me, brat. There’s a great world of difference between your skills and mine.” Lal glared, but grinned in amusement. She was beginning to remind her of her younger self. Believing that no one could best her.

She had to admit, she enjoyed the time spent sparing with the Arcobaleno. She’s learned a lot and sharpened her rusty skills. She admired the woman on many levels. Lal was incredibly smart, strong, and beautiful. Beautiful and can kick your ass. That’s what she loved.

Jumping out of her own distracting thoughts, Tsukiko quickly avoided an incoming attack, Lal’s fist nearly grazing the side of her head. Yet she could feel the intense Rain flame's heat.

“You’re getting distracted! If I were aiming to kill you, you’d be dead by now. Snap out of it!” Lal lectured, leaping away from her before the girl was able to retaliate.

“S-Sorry!” The younger girl dusted off her worn shorts and dirtied white tank top. Adjusting her fingerless gloves and ponytail, she readied herself to attack. Her combat boots dug into the ground, prepared to spring forward.

Off in the distance near the chasm, Collenello and Iemitsu watched the two ladies punch and kick each other, gradually falling deeper into the distance. Iemitsu raised his binoculars, grinning widely at the teen’s progress.

“She’s getting stronger.” Iemitsu observed, rubbing his scruffy blond beard, handing Collenello the binoculars.

“Lal thinks highly of her skills. She believes that she’s got so much hidden potential. I’ve never seen so focused, other than teaching your son and myself.” The Rain Arcobaleno smirked through the lens.

“Heh~! This generation…has already surpassed our own.” The C.E.D.E.F. watched over the battle coolly till the day felt to night. They waited, taking the moment to relax as it was one of the few opportunities they had in a while. It had been a while since Lal started her training, every so often, Collenello will jump in for Lal and even taught her a few tricks of his own.

Hiding behind trees and bushes, the amnesia girl surveyed the area to find her teacher out of sight. The sky had already fallen to nighttime as a few stars lit the sky faintly, rendering her vision limited in distance. However, she wasn’t about to let lack of sight hinder her training.

‘She’s going to attack soon.’ Tsukiko muttered to herself as she stilled in the shadows, listening to the wind rustle the trees and anticipating where the Arcobaleno will appear.

There was a momentary spike of energy from behind her. Turning quickly, she spotted her blue flames coming in her direction. Thinking fast, she leapt from her hiding spot and ran; searching in the direction the shot came from.

This was her daily routine. She practiced using her sensing skills in battle when night strolled around, making it more of a challenge in the dark, and fought back the best she could. She had very few memories floating around in her dreams, but these routines felt so familiar. These skirmishes helped her restlessness.

“You’ve improved.” Stopping, the blunette watched as Lal landed in front of her with a smirk. “I think you have more potential than Reborn’s student, that little Vongola kid. Even my old student, that piece of crap.”

Still in her defensive stance, Tsukiko was fully alert in case the woman strikes. It wasn’t uncommon for the woman to sneak attack when she first lets her guard down. She was relentless.

Each day, Lal devoted herself to the girl who she truly believed had hidden potential, wondering what power she had hidden within. Every so often, Collenello and Iemitsu would jump in and take her place as teacher. She was surprised the girl managed to hold her own against Iemitsu, who gradually held nothing back. He had to go full out when the girl picked up fast. Collenello had his fun shooting at her. They watched keenly as the girl maneuvered calmly at every flame bullet by flipping, jumping, and somersaulting. Whoever her teacher was before, they were to be recognized. The girl moved like Fon nearly.

All the while, the CEDEF leader, Iemitsu, contacted and communicated back and forth with Nono and Reborn about Tsukiko’s mysterious past. Neither had any leads on her name or her past, which left them to think that she was raised cut-off from the world, or her records and history wiped clean by some strong connections. The only possible lead would have been the dead Yakuza family, no signs of survivors as of yet.

Finding Talbot was next to impossible; the man was practically off the map. She was left in the dark the entire time they had their transactions. Iemitsu thought it would be best not to have her run in a direction that may be wrong.

It took her a while to practice summoning her flame. It nearly killed her during the forced process. Iemitsu noted how Lal's teaching process seemed a bit...unethical, but effective. The young girl had guts and a strong will to follow through with it. She had all of their respect. She proved to be a strong-willed and fully devoted student. Lal took pride in the girl. As did Collenello.

After a month into her training, it turned out that the girl had a flame after all, but not an ordinary one. Neither Arcobaleno could identify its properties. Tsukiko appeared just as shocked but she was ecstatic to have something more connecting to who she was. She was driven to learn more about herself. Iemitsu continued to research for her past. In all his years, he had never seen a flame quite like hers. This girl proved to be something else.

The entire time, she could only regain small pieces of her memory at a time, but nothing clear. Most of them appeared in her dreams, which usually consisted of only voices. She described them to be nothing but darkness shrouding her dreams, she couldn’t visualize anything but that. None of it could prove useful, and this concerned Iemitsu. If this girl could possibly be from the possibly deceased Yakuza family, then would it help if he sent her to Japan to jog her memories? Where could he send her that would be considered safe?

Then it hit him. The only safe place he could be sure of…was with his son and Reborn. She could help Reborn train him and vice versa, keep him on his toes for the time being. If Talbot were found, and cooperative, perhaps he would know something.

“Basil, Oregano, Lal, Collenello…” The CEDEF leader turned in his chair, facing the rest. There was a certain spark in his eye and they knew all too well what it meant. It meant trouble.

“Oh no…” Lal rubbed her temple in exasperation. “For the love of…”

“The old man must be up to no good. Kuro!” Collenello laughed.

“S-Sir?” “Master?” Oregano and Basil stood anxiously as their boss schemed.

Iemitsu feigned hurt. “You guys! Have you no faith in me?!”

Lal gave him an obvious blank stare. “No…”

“Ouch!” the man grabbed his chest as if it truly hurt. However, the expression switched instantly to a serious one. “I think I know what could help little Tsukiko with her amnesia problem. Possibly. It’s worth the shot, I’d say.”

“What do you have in mind, sir?” the woman with glasses inquired. She could play along for a little while.

“Tsukiko is Japanese so she must have family and memories in Japan. So why not send her there? It could help resurface some deep memories within her. It’s the only thing we haven’t tried.” Iemitsu twirled a pen in his hands, pondering. “I think it’s time we return to Japan and visit my adorable son~! I’m sure my lovely Nana-chan would love to see us~!”

The CEDEF group watched in both shock and horror on their faces as their boss whistled without a care. It’s official. Their boss has lost it.

“W-Wait, sir! Please think this through!”

“I miss my sweet, cute Nana-chan~!” The blonde man made a funny face, lips pouting over the picture of his wife and son on his desk.

“Please, sir! Do reconsider this!” Tsukiko strode over to the car while the servants packed what little she owned. Tsukiko observed Iemitsu as he continued to order the servants to pack their items. The petite girl sighed heavily and slouched, surrendering to his direct orders since arguing with the man was impossible. “I don’t want to be a burden on your family…and considering we know nothing about my past, wouldn’t it be…risky?”

“Now, now, Tsukiko~! It’ll give you plenty of opportunities to recover your memories. What's more, I have some business to take care of in Japan.” The man chuckled as he began to step forward to the car door beside her, opening it for her and stepping away to walk around the car. “I have faith that you and my son will get along. Besides, they’re capable of protecting themselves. I’ve already talked it over with Nana. She’s thrilled to meet you~! My Nana-chan is so sweet~!”

She let out another sigh. He’s always on the move, barley giving them time to breath.

“I-It’s not that I don’t want to go to Japan and meet your family, in fact, I’m excited to finally meet them.” Tsukiko anxiously began to rub her hands together, fumbling, thinking of what to do or say. Now that she knew a little more about herself, she was content with just that. The thought of leaving her comfort zone, the headquarters, made her uncomfortably fidgety. “I feel…scared of what I may find out about…me. I-I don’t know! What will happen to me..?”

Tsukiko began pacing back and forth until she stumbled and smacked her face against the opened door, accidently shutting it. “Gah!”

“Ah! Are you ok, Tsukiko-san?!” Basil rushed to her side, helping her up from her embarrassing misstep. “You must be careful.”

“Ah, hahaha…yea, sorry.” A faint blush painted her cheeks. She had some weird habits when scared and on edge. She’s not a klutz, really, but whenever she’s completely distracted, she tends to stumble a bit. ‘Well, that was mortifying.’

“Tsukiko,” Iemitsu spoke. “I can understand what you must be feeling right now. It’s ok to be scared of the unknown, but you won’t be alone. I assure you.”

“Not…alone..?” The girl stared out into the distance; so many worries flooded her thoughts. She really wondered what she was like before this annoying amnesia problem. All she could do was go with the flow. In this case, that flow would be Iemitsu. Or force. Go with the force. Yeah, that sounds about right.

After they were completely packed, Tsukiko reluctantly entered the car, saying her good-byes to Lal and Collenello who were left to watch over the headquarters.

“Make sure you watch over the place and be sure not to get too heated in your love-making while we’re away~!” Iemitsu made a dumb, suggestive face, wriggling his brows and winking at the two Arcobaleno who blushed madly and cursed at the blunt man. Tsukiko and Basil both blushed at the evocative remark. She fought the urge to smack her forehead at the man’s inappropriate joke.

The car began to move, heading to the airport. She may not have many memories to chose from, but this place would always be her most memorable.  It’s strange to think that not too long ago; she stumbled here, searching, and now she’s considered a part of the team, or family as they put it. She did want to find out more about her past, but it scared her for some reason. Maybe, she thought, some things are meant to be forgotten?

Tsukiko and the others listened to Iemitsu share stories of his son and his Guardians. It was rare too hear Iemitsu speak about his feelings, except how cute Nana was. He was constantly bragging about his wife. He was a kind man, though forceful at times. He gave her a place to stay and treated her as if…his own daughter. She felt unworthy of such kindness, yet…why would he take her in without a second thought, she wondered. It was strange, but something in the back of her mind was telling her not to think too much on it.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Tsuki-chan~?” sang the older man.

“I’ll protect them. I’ll do my best.” Tsukiko held a confident and stern look. Her eyes were glued on his, without faltering.

‘Where did that come from?’ Iemitsu thought. He smiled, leaned over, and ruffled the girl’s hair. “Hehe. I know, Tsukiko.”


****


“Eh?! Dad’s coming?!”

“And he’s bringing someone to stay here for a while. So it’s up to you to watch over her when he has to leave again.”

“They’re like a foreign exchange student, Tsu-kun!”

With a lame expression, Tsuna stared incredulously at his mother and Reborn. It was morning and he was already hearing ridiculous news about his father and some atypical decision he makes. What a way to start out the day. “What the-Why?!”

His mother, Nana, continued to smile while she cleaned up the kitchen, occasionally humming happily a song she used to sing to him when he was younger. Tsuna glanced at his un-cursed instructor, which he’s still adjusting to seeing, hoping for an explanation for his father’s faulty nature. When was this decided? Even if he had an opinion, no one really listened to him. So why should this bother him so much? There are strange things always occurring in his extremely unorthodox life.

“Don’t you think that we already have enough people staying here?” The urge to groan was strong, he couldn’t believe this. Although he was used to the crowded house and how he is always on his toes cause of Reborn, a person his dad sends over couldn’t be good news. Was something wrong with them? Were they scary and mean? Multiple images of what the person could look like passed through his head.

“Your father said that she needs a place to stay. It’s only temporary, Tsu-kun.” Of course his mother would be kind enough to let a complete stranger live with them. She let Bianchi, Reborn, and Futa stay with them no problem and…wait…

“Eh?! A-A girl?!” It took him a while to register the gender. This is worse than he imagined.

“She’s about two years older than you, Tsuna.” Reborn responded. “Though, we aren’t for certain. We just need to keep her with you all for the time being. There’s a good reason why she’s staying.”

No-Good Tsuna stared at his mentor, wondering who she was even more. “What do you mean? Why would you send someone you barely know here?!”

SMACK!

“Uwah!” Even in adult form, Reborn still uses violence. His foot collided with the teens face, leaving a lovely big red mark. He grabbed his face in pure agony. He does this whenever his mother looks away. ALWAYS! “WH-WHAT THE HELL, REBORN?!”

“She has amnesia, idiot. She’s already been diagnosed.” The hitman removed his foot off of poor Tsuna’s face and walked off. “Shut up and finish your breakfast and get to school.”

“E-EH?! Amnesia?!” Getting up, the boy chased after him, occasionally tripping over air. “M-Matte! Where are you going?”

“They’re here” Reborn then called for his lover who gracefully stood by his side, happily.

“H-Huh?! Already?!” Tsuna fumbled his way towards the door.

His mother stood by the opened door with broad smile lighting up her face. His father entered the house, lifting Nana up in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss. Tsuna wanted to gauge his eyes out after seeing it, but he tried to be happy for his mother instead. Although he and his father have connected more after the Representative Battle, they still have a long ways to go. After the curse release, Reborn and Bianchi have been off on their own, spending ‘quality’ time together. Honestly, Tsuna was happy for his teacher to be his original self again, but the lovey-dovey stuff makes it weird. He’s still trying to adjust to the adult Reborn; it felt like it was just yesterday when the hitman was just an infant. The confusion in how the hell a baby could be a professional hitman even before they were ‘born’ was cleared the moment he witnessed the transformation. That and he was the guy who fought off his father during their first fight, he honestly had no clue. He felt so stupid for not realizing that he was Reborn the entire time! He just couldn’t believe it took him this long to realize any of this!

Walking past them, the young Vongola lit up once he saw Basil who was helping someone out of the car from the other side. A head of dark blue hair in a stylish dark grey jacket moved around the car, suitcase in hand. She looked to be about 16, slightly taller than he was. She was dressed casual in her light grey ripped jeans, white under shirt, and black strap boots. What stood out was the color of her eyes. Tsuna couldn’t help but gawk at her. ‘She’s…really pretty.’

WHACK!

“HIEEEE! What was that for, Reborn?!” Tsuna squealed, rubbing the back of his head.

“Stop gawking at her, you’re too obvious.” Tsuna’s eyes were the shape of saucers at the accusation. “Idiot.”

“WH-WHAT?! I-I-I wasn’t!” The middle schooler glanced at the girl’s direction, her ice blue eyes stared at him curiously. ‘She-she heard?!’

“So you must be Sawada Tsunayoshi and the infamous Reborn?” She smiled faintly then bowed respectfully. “It’s an honor.”

“E-Eh? Ah, yes, I am! N-Nice to meet you…um?” Tsuna reached out with his right hand as a greeting whereas Reborn nodded, tilting his hat.

“Tsuna-sama, my name is Tsukiko. Your father speaks much of you and your mother. I’m so happy to finally be able to meet the ones I hear so much about.” Tsuna flushed bright red as she grabbed his hand firmly with her soft and delicate ones. This is going to be hard with a girl closer to his age living with him. He could predict awkward circumstances created by that devious teacher of his. No good at all.

“Eh! Please, you don’t have to call me…that. Just Tsuna…would be fine.” He nervously rubbed the back of his messy brown hair and laughed.

“Tsuna-san, then? Would that be ok to start with?” She smiled sweetly.

“O-Ok.” With that, Tsukiko set her suitcase down to remove her boots before entering the house fully.

“Tsu-kun? Why don’t you show her to her room before heading out?” Nana smiled politely towards Tsukiko who in return bowed thankfully.

Before heading upstairs, Tsukiko took the opportunity to check out the place.

“You have such a beautiful home, Nana-san! It feels…” With curious blue eyes, the young girl examined the comfortable home. “…warm.”

“Why thank you, Tsukiko-chan!” Nana beamed.

Tsukiko smiled faintly in return. It was a nice break away from the headquarters. She felt at ease and more herself.

“Ah! Here, let me show you the room you’ll be staying in.” The blunette followed Tsuna upstairs, and then Basil soon after. The three teens went upstairs and further down the hallway. She felt content in a home, but sort of out of place. As if it wasn’t a lifestyle she was accustomed to.

Tsuna stopped at a door and opened it, letting them enter first. “You’ll be in here. My room is right before this one. The bathroom is across the hall and to the right.”

The blunette nodded. “Well, I’ll unpack later. Let me see you off.”

“Huh?” Looking at his watch, the boy began to panic, jogging in place. “Oh man! I’ve gotta leave now! Sorry!”

Tsuna rushed down the stairs, Tsukiko and Basil following after, grabbed his bag and bolted to the door, slipping his shoes on quickly. Once at the door, they were greeted by five faces at the entrance. “Ah! Guys!”

“Hahi?!” the brunette choked out upon seeing her exit the boys house. The girl’s face looked hilarious.

‘Hahi?’ Tsukiko did a double take at the sound. ‘What a funny verbal tick.’

“B-Basil?!” The shaggy silver-haired teen stood still in surprise for a moment before his light green eyes fell on her, giving her a testy look that made her itch. “Who is that?”

“A-Ah! This is Tsukiko-san, she’ll be a guest here for a while. Please be nice to her.”

“Hello, Tsukiko-san. I’m Sasagawa Kyoko.” Tsukiko caught a certain expression flicker across the Decimo’s face when she stepped in closer to them. Tsukiko could at least acknowledge what his reaction meant. He sheltered special emotions for this girl. She found it to be really sweet.

“Yo! Yamamoto Takeshi!” This guy was the baseball lover from what Basil informed her. He was possibly the friendliest Guardian.

“I give you an EXTREME HELLO! I’m SASAGAWA RYOHEI to the EXTREME!” This one looked to be about her age, from her guesses. Though this guy made her feel nervous every time he shouted.

“Miura Haru!” This one…she could tell was an oddball straight off the bat. The fire in her eyes expressed a determination for something she had no idea what it would be.

“Gokudera.” Yeah, definitely a people person. The guy was glaring daggers at her the entire time. Basil said that this one had a bit of a chip on his shoulder. He also warned her to be careful when with Tsuna. The guy gets jumpy if you touch or even look at the Vongola Decimo funny.

“Oh, ah! Hi, I guess. Haha…” Tsukiko felt overwhelmed by some of their energy, especially the ‘EXTREME’ dude who fist punched the air and…uh…that Haru girl. She tried to keep her distance from the girl and closer to Tsuna and Basil. But for some reason, that made it worse. ‘She’s giving me weird looks… Man. What the hell..?’

“You have…interesting friends, Tsuna-san. Some of them are…weird. Ah, no offense.” There, she had to say it. “I bet it’s always fun, though.”

“Ehehe…yeah, they’re something else, but,” Looking at his friends, Tsuna smiled sincerely. “They’re my best friends, and I’m proud to say so.”

The older girl watched him keenly, admiring the boy’s compassion. She couldn’t help but think highly of the young Vongola. He reminded her of his father in that aspect. The man put others before himself, this boy is no different. She could sense it in him, that strong will to protect, which could be considered a weakness, but she disagreed to that. ‘I bet he has limitless potential. Just as Iemitsu, Collenello, and Lal said.’

“Well,” Tsukiko glanced at her phone’s clock. “You should head out before you’re late. I heard that your school’s prefect is a bit unforgiving to those who break the rules, ne?”

“Eh! Yeah…I hope you don’t meet him under those circumstances.” Tsuna looked a bit pale at the mention of the guy.

The blunette smirked; she was really intrigued about this ‘prefect’. Mostly, she just wanted to meet all of his Guardians. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

The girl earned strange looks, most of them too stunned to speak. She really had no idea who she was talking about.

“We have to go, so see you later! Bye!” Tsukiko and Basil watched them disappear after a few blocks. Once again, she looked around the neighborhood, really wanting to walk around and learn more about the place. She hasn’t traveled to any other place besides the headquarters and some shopping districts in Italy. She felt rather limited, but the point of this trip intended for her to venture out and find any fragments of her past. So why not take full advantage? She wondered how far she could go.

“Tsukiko-san?” Basils voice suspended her thoughts, observing her usual quite stares. Looking beside her, the younger teen gave her a quizzical face.

“Just thinking about where I’ll be starting first…” the petite girl leaned against the gate entrance, arms crossed, and wearing a cute thinking face. “Hmmmmm. What should we do today?”

Basil laughed lightly, stepping forward. “Master Iemitsu wants me to stay with you at all times, so anywhere would be ok with me.”

“Maybe we should ask Nana about the area? Iemitsu-san and Reborn-san are busy discussing whatever.” Tsukiko hummed to herself. Turning around, she entered the home again, ready to remove her shoes when the one everyone calls Mama rushed to them.

“AH! Tsu-kun left his lunch!” In her hands, a small bag with what she assumed to be a bento box. Tsukiko and Basil glanced at each other with smiles before nodding in a silent agreement. They’ll start at the Namimori Middle School.

The two made their way towards the Middle School, Tsuna’s forgotten lunch in hand, and then headed towards the schools office to acquire guest nametags for Basil and Tsukiko, hopefully avoiding the school prefect along the way. The mention of the guys’ name seemed to be…taboo nearly. For some reason, she was more intrigued at the fact that he’s considered the ‘strongest’ guardian. She felt the need to test him, moreover, herself.

Basil dreaded the thought of Tsukiko getting clobbered her first day in Namimori, brutally injured and it’d be his entire fault if Reborn and Master Iemitsu found out. He knew the moment she asked about Hibari-san at the Sawada house, she had that gleam in her eye that spelled trouble. Tsukiko was a curious type; always asking questions when something catches her interest. When her mind was set, nothing could sway her. She was determined to learn as much as she could about everything. He felt sorry for her, suffering from amnesia sounded like the most unbearable. He would find her sitting alone in the training fields, screaming at nothing. She vented on occasion when she would get frustrated if something didn’t work or she couldn’t remember. He could see anger building up inside her made him wonder what kind of person she was before. She didn’t seem the angry, violent type, but more mature and relaxed with her usual willful, brave personality. Her ice blue eyes express great enthusiasm and resolve. She isn’t the type to be put down so easily; she’s a iron-willed kind of girl. Having her around is a great motivation. Thinking about it now, Basil couldn’t help but find so many similarities between her and his master. It’s uncanny. No wonder they got along so well.

“So, what is this ‘prefect’ like?” Tsukiko glanced at the boy next to her through the corner of her eye, that certain curiosity flowing through her again. She can be easy to read at times, when she wants to at least.

“E-Eh, well he’s…violent. If you don’t follow the rules, crowd, or damage anything here in Namimori, he’ll release his wrath on you.” Basil simply said. “But, he is a strong and respectable Guardian.”

“I see. From the photos you’ve shown me, he appears to be the intimidating type. Those eyes of his…” She watched the cherry blossoms fall like a blizzard as they continued their journey to the middle school. Basil stuck to her side all the while, talking about anything that popped into her mind, majority of it regarding the Guardians. At least she had someone to converse with. She really liked Basil, too. He was a kind friend to her and not just because he has to. It was like having a little brother follow you around all the time.

“So, explain to me this Representative Battle I’ve heard so much about and what happened?” Tsukiko asked the boy next to her as they were given their nametags. “No one really told me the details, just that it was a trial of battles to remove every one of the Arcabaleno’s curses.”

Basil paused to consider her question. So much had happened during the fight and the end was unforeseen, so he doubted he could touch every detail as she wanted, but he would try his best. “Where do I even begin?”

Tsukiko walked the hallway, listening to Basil talk about the battles in some detail. She never met Lal-shishou as a cursed infant before, so it seemed difficult to picture. The opposite case to everyone else that knew them prior had a hard time imaging quite the opposite. It was a funny, yet sensitive topic. Even when she’d ask about it, Lal-shishou would avoid the topic, except Collenello-san, who wasn’t bothered by it as much. In all the stories they’d tell her about their lives before the curses, she could tell that he cared deeply for Lal-shishou. Asking him about that ended with him blushing and changing the subject. Lal-shishou on the other hand, simply smacked her on the back of her head, yelling at her to do some ludicrous work-out as punishment.

“So, is that other guy on Reborn’s team still a teacher here?” Tsukiko and Basil stepped up the bottom of the stairs, preparing to walk up to the rooftop till the others are on break. “What was his na- “

She barely had the chance to finish her question.

“OH NO! WATCH OUT! AHHH!”

“Huh?” The unsuspecting girl turned a second too late as she was knocked off her feet by a strong force.

“OWWW! WHA-WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Ah! Ts-Tsukiko-san! Eh?! D-Dino-san?!”

Tsukiko groaned in pain with eyes shut tightly, she was going to feel this for a week. ‘Yeah, that’s the guys’ name.’