Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. It is the property of Akira Amano, and is not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. This story is based on an idea by Kyogre on.

AUTHOR NOTE: The italic conversations are meetings over the years between Tsuna and Doctor Shammal where Shammal monitors Tsuna's condition to see if any of his memories return or if more disappear. The last one is a conversation that happened directly after Tsuna gave up his memories where it's "explained" why the guardians didn't approach him. Also Ericas are also flowers. Search up Erica flowers if you don't belive me.

"I'll call it Millefiore Flower Shop."

"What?!"

"Are you Okay?!"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, but why Millefirore?"

"Well…I don't know, it just felt...funny I guess…"

"Funny?"

"Like I was playing a joke on someone…"

"…I see."

Tsuna hummed as he watered his plants that morning before opening his store. And wasn't that nice, his store (he still hadn't gotten over the giddy feeling seven months in); a large step for someone who ended up with amnesia right after high school, if he did say so himself.

Having finished with the plants for sale, he turned to the two plants he kept behind his counter. Neither of the two was up for sale and either way there were more of each species in the shop if someone wanted to buy one, though in his opinion none of the other flowers were as pretty as those—but he was biased so it didn't really count. He had decided to place them there on a whim, but each of them made the store feel nice and full—complete— so he decided to keep them.

First he gave water to the red zinnia on the left, then the blue jasmine next to it, before stepping back and surveying his work. He frowned, was it just him or did the flowers look lonely? It was probably him, but he felt like they needed a new friend.

He turned towards the plants for sale and began looking around for that one plant that called to him, just like he had done for the last two. He found it in one of the newer plants, an anemone. He carried the yellow plant to the counter but when he was going to place it with the other two flowers he realized there wasn't any space left.

He put the plant on the counter and contemplated the issue. Three minutes later, he returned from storage with one of the spare replacement shelves, a tool kit and a determined 'let's do this' face.

"So how's the store?"

"It's doing fine Doctor Shamal, thank you for asking."

"That's good to hear."

"Yep, though something weird happened last Tuesday and today."

"Oh? What happened?"

"Some people came in and asked me to make a funeral arrangement, but they gave me the addresses of people who are still alive!"

"Funeral arrangements for living people?"

"Yeah, it's so weird, and the people always look so pale when they see the flowers, I wonder why someone would send funeral arrangements to another person, maybe it's a prank?"

"…Yes, a prank."

A kid wearing a suit and a fedora with an orange ribbon came through the door. Tsuna saw beetle black eyes peeking from underneath the hat. He felt familiar. Oh right! The kid had come in last year and bought a bouquet of flowers. He remembered him because he had worn those same clothes. Why was he wearing that anyway?

"Hello. Welcome to Millefiore Flower Shop, how may I help you?" He asked him.

"I'll take a bouquet," said the kid.

"The same as last year?" Tsuna asked before he could stop himself, cheeks coloring red as the sharpness in the black eyes that had been looking him over intensified.

"You remember me?" the little kid demanded (what was his name anyway?).

"Umm, yes, you came in last year and bought a bouquet," Tsuna's face was probably tomato red now, "I remember you because of your clothes."

"Ah I see," the kid said and Tsuna didn't feel like he was looking at a little kid that couldn't be older than seven, he felt like he was facing an adult when he looked into those too-smart eyes. "It's my birthday today, and I had previously decided to start a tradition and buy myself a bouquet every year."

"Oh! Happy Birthday! Here let me get the flowers ready for you."

The strange kid followed him as he got the flowers and made the bouquet, and once he finished making it he asked, "How are you anyway?"

"Huh?" was Tsuna's response, but the kid only looked at him expectantly so he answered, "I'm fine thank you?" And the kid just nodded before asking if he had any problems, face still serious and waiting. "No" was the answer to that and the kid gave a small satisfied smile, paid for his flowers and sauntered out of the shop. This felt familiar too. Did that mean it had also happened before?

Tsuna felt confused and off-balance and he turned to the plants behind him and asked, "Do you know what just happened?" They didn't answer but Tsuna didn't expect them to and said instead, "Yeah, me neither."

"I'm thinking of getting a part-time employee to help around the shop."

"Really?"

"Yes, not at the moment but maybe later."

"So business is going well?"

"It is, it's why I'm thinking of getting help. It's only that…"

"Yes?"

"I went to other places where there are part-time employees to see what it's like and some of them are so weird! One of them for example, is a smoker but since he can't smoke inside the store he's constantly biting a piece of wood!"

"…That is weird I suppose."

"I know! Who bites wood anyway, it's so unsanitary!"

"Where would you like me to place these?" Tsuna asked the woman, M-something, who was instructed to help him by one of the planners.

"On the side of that table over there, and put the last flowers across from it," she said, all narrow-eyed and critical as she surveyed the wedding hall. But it was understandable; the wedding was going to begin in 20 minutes, everybody was bound to be nervous. After giving everything a triple check and ordering him to move several of the flower arrangements (most of them color yellow or orange) she finally deemed the hall ready and called the nearest planner, Haru he thought was her name, over.

"What do you think?" asked the lady. Haru glanced at her but didn't even acknowledge Tsuna's presence (something he was mildly insulted over) before looking over the hall with even more intensity than the woman beside her and nodding.

"It looks fine," she said and the lady gave a pleased smile.

"Well, I guess that's that. I hope the wedding goes well, please give my well wishes to the couple," he told them and made to leave but was stopped by a hand on his arm. He turned and saw that it was the Haru woman who stopped him and was now looking at him with unreadable eyes.

"Why don't you—why don't you stay, as thanks for bringing the beautiful flowers," she said, looking somewhat determined but still mostly unreadable.

"What? No it's ok, you don't need to—"

"I insist. The wedding's about to start anyway and there's plenty of cake to go around."

"But won't the groom and bride—"

"They won't mind! They'll be happy even, so please just stay for a while," she exclaimed, looking just as determined as before but her eyes were pleading now and looked sad as well so Tsuna said "OK" before he realized. He thought it was worth staying for the wedding of total strangers if it meant that strange (and wrong, so wrong) look on the woman's face disappeared. The smile he got in return was appreciated, if weird. So he stayed for the wedding while wearing dirt stained work clothes and feeling like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die when all the people in fancy dresses— the real guests— came in. Why had he agreed again?

Twenty minutes later a black hair woman walked down the aisle in a beautiful yellow-trimmed white dress and locked her hand into the arm of a white-haired man with a bandage on his nose. After finishing his vows, the white-haired man loudly declared that he "EXTREMELY" loved his wife even more than boxing, which strangely enough got a smile from his bride and "aww's" from the guests. Tsuna just felt even more out of place.

He never noticed the empty seat in the place of honor.

"You know, people in this town are weird."

"Weird? Weird how?"

"Just weird. I don't remember this town being weird. Did it seriously change this much in a decade?"

"Not yet a decade, it's still over a year before you turn 23."

"It's close enough."

A lady in a business suit talking on the phone walked into the store. She hung up the phone after an irritated growl of "Yes, I can't believe him either. I'm already here, we'll talk later. Bye." And he was pinned with annoyed yet curious narrow eyes that made him want to cringe reflexively.

"Hello. Welcome to Millefiore Flower Shop, how may I help you?" Just smile Tsuna, smile and ignore the feeling of being dissected.

The woman was silent for a moment before she asked, "Do you have Shion flowers?"

Shion flowers, the flowers which meant remembrance in hanakotoba.

"Yes I do, how many would you like?"

"One bunch, please."

"Alright, wait a moment please." Tsuna walked though the rows of plants towards the shion flowers and began gathering several, all while trying to ignore the eyes he could feel on his back.

"Here you go, that will be ¥1750."

The woman took out her wallet and began counting money but kept scrutinizing him.

"I'm sorry M'am, is there something on my face?"

"No there isn't anything on your face but…Do you know Gokudera Hayato?"

"…That famous pianist?"

"Yes."

"I know of him, why?"

"I'm his manager, tomorrow is the anniversary of the death of one of his friends and he was going to buy flowers but fell sick so he asked me to buy them in his place. Then he told me that he would only buy flowers from this specific shop and that if he was going to get flowers for his friend it would be from here and nowhere else, why?"

"Umm, I don't know. I don't think I've ever met him."

She stared at him before nodding and leaving but he got the feeling that she didn't believe him.

Tsuna looked at the door with his face still scrunched in confusion. Even though his shop had been open for almost two years he thought that he would remember if someone like Gokudera Hayato came into his store. How did Gokudera even know him anyway? This situation was crazy. Then he processed all that. A celebrity knew him! He thought he might faint. Though whether the dizzy feeling came from happiness or shock he didn't know. Forget situation, this entire town was crazy and now he was infected as well!

"So how have you been these last three months Tsuna?"

"Fine, but it's weird not talking to you every month."

"Well, you've been doing great even if your memories haven't returned. Eventually we'll meet only every six months before not meeting at all."

"Hmm, well that's still a long ways off."

"It is, so tell me, has something interesting happened?"

"Well…"

Tsuna blinked at the letter he got from his mailbox this morning. Blink. Still there. "COGRATULATINS SAWADA TSUNAYOSHI," it said in bright mocking bold letters, "You have won Baseball Monthly's special lottery! Your prize is one ticket to the opening Baseball Game in Kyoto for this baseball season on June 3rd! We have included your ticked in the envelope. For further information…" Tsuna stopped reading at that and turned his eyes on to said ticket which lay innocently on the table.

He might have been jumping for joy if he actually remembered joining the lottery, or even reading Baseball Monthly for that matter. But he was quite sure that he had done neither. He thought that it was a prank but then he searched up the game schedule and even called the number that it showed in the envelope. So it wasn't a prank. Then he thought it had been delivered to the wrong person for all of three seconds but both the person on the other side of the phone and the letter clearly said that a "Sawada Tsunayoshi" had won the lottery. So either another person with the same name as him won and it was sent to him instead, he had entered the contest and simply didn't remember, or he had a stalker who created incredibly elaborate pranks.

All three were either unsettling or strange and Tsuna didn't know what to think about this situation so he put the letter and ticket back in the envelope and left for his shop. It was time to open up anyway and he never liked spending a lot of time in that lonely house. Still, why did it sometimes feel like everybody was playing a universal joke that only Tsuna didn't know the punch-line to?

"So you won a lottery which you don't remember entering?"

"Yes. Do you think I can't remember it because of my amnesia?"

"Maybe. I'll do some tests later. So how was the game?"

"It was very fun. One player from the winning team, I think his name was Yamamoto, was really incredible."

"He was?"

"Definitely. You should have seen him swing that bat, it was super-fast."

The shop was broken into. Widows destroyed and pots and plants scattered over the floor. Many things were missing and the cash register was smashed against the ground. Tsuna didn't even bother looking for the money. He was only grateful that his plants, the ones on a shelf behind his counter, were still there, the erica and freesia that he had added standing proudly, as if saying that a break in could never hurt them.

He sighed and grabbed his tools, a broom, and several pots and plastic bags and dropped resigned to the ground and started trying to salvage what he could. Two hours later, one of the members of the Disciplinary Committee that patrolled his street everyday stopped and inspected his shop. Tsuna looked towards him and his bizarre hairstyle as the man finished scanning the shop and faced him.

"Don't worry, we'll clear this up," he said, and Tsuna really should have paid more attention to those words.

The next morning all the members of the gang that had apparently broken into his shop were tied up in front of the store in a neat line—all of them beaten and bruised—along with several bags of money and items which he recognized as what was stolen. Once they saw him they took one frightened side-eye glance to their right and bowed dogeza to him—as much as their states allowed them to anyway.

"We deeply apologize, please take back what we took from you," they all exclaimed in union with pain and fear filled voices. It sounded rehearsed and Tsuna could only stare dumbly at them before turning to the right. He saw a dark-haired, grey eyed man in a suit. He would recognize him anywhere: Hibari Kyoya, the leader of the Disciplinary Committee, punisher of all 'herbivores' that broke the rules and Nanimoris' unofficial tyrant. As he kept staring Hibari locked gazes with him for a moment before turning and walking away.

Several other men from the Disciplinary Committee that were standing around came and picked up the beat up men (who gave a pitiful whimper) and dragged them away. Tsuna was still too shocked to do anything but stare uncomprehendingly.

Three minutes later he was still staring at the corner at which the men just turned before returning his gaze to the items on the floor, which now that he noticed, were a lot more than what had been stolen.

"Hieeeeeeee! What just happened?!"

"Someone broke into my store last month."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be, they were caught and I was repaid."

"That's good."

"Yeah, Hibari-San's committee caught them…It was nice."

"Nice?"

"Yeah, I don't really know why but it's nice, you know, to have someone look out for you. I just wish I could say thanks."

"You know, you're missing orange," said the middle-aged woman paying in front of the counter.

Tsuna blinked. "What?"

"Orange, you know, to complete the rainbow, even if it isn't in the correct order and you added another blue and two purple flowers," she gestured behind him to the shelf where the flowers were placed. And yes, he could see that the color of the petals were the same as the rainbow now that he added two final flowers (a hydrangea and a pansy) but—

"It isn't a rainbow," he told her with a slight smile that felt more like a grimace, "and they aren't missing orange either."

"Uh-hum," she said giving him a rather unimpressed look, before putting her wallet away, grabbing her bag of fertilizer, and walking to the door, "if you say so."

Tsuna watched her leave the store before turning to said flowers. He thought they looked sad, or offended, or maybe it was just he who felt like that. Maybe he was the one that was angry that someone would want to change something that felt so nice. It hadn't felt nice before, always a strange feeling of the store being too quiet and empty before he added all the flowers and now that it was better she wanted him to change it?

"Don't worry, you guys are just as pretty as a rainbow, and what does she know about interior plant placement anyway?" he said to them before catching himself and giving a sigh. 'Way to go Tsuna, you're so pathetic that you constantly talk to plants' he thought uncharitably before giving the plants a considering look.

"You guys will always be here, right? Of course you will, you're plants, stupid question," he said, muttering the last part to himself. Still, the thought helped take away some of that horrible loneliness that he sometimes felt.

"Thank you for being here," he told the plants who just sat there unmoving.

"Well, that's it for today. You've done great these past few years Tsuna."

"Thanks Doctor Shamal."

"I've known you for almost a decade, call me Shamal."

"Er…Ok."

The store smelled like lotus blossoms today. A rich, sweet, floral scent and a warm, misty feeling were covering every corner of the shop. It wasn't the first time it happened, and his customers constantly complemented the scent when they came in on those days. They said things like, "Oh, is that smell natural? What plant is it?" and, "What a wonderful smell." But Tsuna didn't have lotus blossoms in his store this week so he couldn't ignore the feeling like he had before.

It wasn't bad exactly, just strange. Especially when he heard a woman humming softly, always too far away for him to hear what she hummed. Or the other times when he would hear the flap of a large bird's wings right before this strange phenomena began and an even stranger laughter whenever he tripped on something. Weirdly enough, nothing ever broke on those days, even if it fell.

So it wasn't bad, just strange, since he always felt like he wasn't alone even when he was the only person in the store (he would know—he had searched for others) and he could deal with strange. Nanimori practically breathed weirdness, even if it took him a while to realize it. At least his life would never be boring.

The woman was humming again. A soft musical sound flowing rhythmically through the air and Tsuna almost knew it. He was humming along for a few notes when the woman stopped suddenly. Silence hung in the air and Tsuna tried to ignore his disappointment. Even imaginary people who only hummed didn't like him butting in on their activities, how sad.

"I think I've grown used to Nanimori's weirdness."

"Have you?"

"Yep. The trick is to ignore it so that you don't lose your brain cells trying to figure out why I found a meter tall turtle in my bath two months ago—I swear that thing just kept growing before a blond man in leather and all those guys in suits took it."

"Well, that's one way to deal with it—wait, a growing turtle in your bath?"

"Yeah, I think I might have hallucinated that, do you think Nanimoris' infected me with craziness?"

"You're perfectly sane Tsuna, maybe the only sane person around here."

"Oh…that's nice…I guess."

"Bye mom. Love you too." Tsuna looked at the phone which was now displaying the amount of time he had spent talking to his mom—a little over six minutes. He sighed, 'Come on Tsuna,' he thought, 'at least she called this year.'

He loved his mom, she was the one who had single-handedly raised him, his only parent—as far as he was concerned that blonde man (who he didn't remember seeing before) who insisted Tsuna call him Papa was simply a sperm donor, he never had a father growing up and now he needed one even less —but she could be forgetful on a good day and now that he had adjusted to life once again—those few first months after his accident she had hovered with all the intensity of a mother lion, it had shocked him really— she was far away in lala-land. She called every two months but it was a gamble if she remembered what day it was his birthday and called on it.

Usually he would be happy but today hadn't been a good day. He didn't even know why. The shop was closed and he had the day off; yesterday that weird kid (he still hadn't gotten his name and it had almost been a decade since he first saw him, was Tsuna really that forgetful?) that came every year had asked all those weird questions again (Are you fine? Do you have any problems?) before leaving and two weeks ago he had gone to a baseball game using a ticket he won in a lottery (that he didn't remember entering—again). It was all strange but not bad, but somehow he fell…down.

Lunch he decided. That would help him! He would go get something to eat and it was just past noon anyway, it helped that he was near the town square, only a few more blocks and food would chase his problems away.

Tsuna cursed, it was just past noon and rush hour was in its peak. He wove through the crowd, desperately trying to find a restaurant where the line wasn't too long and having little luck. Fifteen minutes later he had emerged on the other side after being pushed out and straight into a ramen shop where a customer was just leaving his chair; very weird but Tsuna's stomach was grumbling and he wasn't about to kick a horse in the mouth so he quickly sat down on the vacated chair—it was still uncomfortably warm. The chef came and quickly took his order and then disappeared through a door in the shop.

The man sitting next to him turned to look at him, saw his harried expression, made a double take, and then chuckled, "Having trouble finding a place to eat?"

"What? Oh—yes, lots of trouble."

"Hmm, well there are lots of hungry people out in the crowd. Hunger makes humans vicious."

"Vicious doesn't describe it, I almost got mauled."

The man, who Tsuna noticed had strange white hair now that he turned to face him, threw his head back and laughed but stopped one second before a shocked whisper of "Gege" was heard behind them. Tsuna twisted in his seat to look behind him and saw a black-haired girl with braided hair, around 16 or 17 years old, dressed in a white outfit with the logo of this shop on it—so she worked here.

"Ah I'm sorry," he said because she was staring at him with a pale face, the white-haired man observing things with a serious look, and Tsuna knew—just like how he knew that neko meant cat and sora sky; apparently memories and languages aren't stored in the same place— that gege meant brother in...Chinese, but he was quite sure, "have we met before?" that they had never met.

She paled even further and looked close to tears now but shook her head and whispered, "Ah—no, no, you just—just look like my brother…"

"Oh," said Tsuna, because what else could he say? It was obvious by the look on her face that her brother was dead and now he felt plain awkward. What a brilliant birthday. He woke feeling awful and then his face almost made a teenager cry. His frustration with himself and the thick silence in the air were both cut when the chef came out of the back with his order, placed it on the table and called for the girl, I-pin apparently, to come to the back and help him. She practically flew through the door, the relief on her face palpable.

The thick silence returned and Tsuna ate as fast as he could, paid just as quickly, and fled the store. Someone immediately took his place but he could feel two pairs of eyes on his back and the last thing he heard was I-pin whisper furiously, "I hate you" to someone and the white-haired man reply, "you can go see him anytime you want. Hate yourself," before he was in the mercy of the crowd once again.

20 minutes later, when he finally emerged from the sea of limbs and shouts he decided to take the long way back home. He walked slowly, observing the passing groups of people going about their business: some were shopping, others going to the restaurant square, couples walking leisurely hand in hand, people in the park on picnic tables and mats, a boy and several children, all similar in appearance, playing tag underneath the sun. It reminded him of the girl, did she play tag with her brother before? Did she have other siblings as well?

He shook his head when he realized that he had stopped walking and turned his eyes to the sky. Was the sky lonely too? There wasn't a cloud in sight and the orange hues that were beginning to show (when did it get so late?) seemed almost mournful. But no, the sky wasn't alone. There was a group of birds flying over to the south, the wind blew in his hair as if to say "don't forget about me," and somewhere there were clouds, out of sight but never leaving the sky alone. And even if none of those existed there was still the sun. Shining brightly every day, and when it went down the moon took its place. The sky was never alone. Tsuna shut his eyes and continued walking home, as if by turning off his sight of the world the stinging in his eyes would disappear.

Tsuna wanted to be like the sky.

"I believe we've finally finished most of your appointments."

"We have?"

"Yes. Actually, your therapy period was longer than most, but you've shown no ill side effects even if your memory didn't return so this decade long observation period is about to end."

"..I see."

"I'll see you in one year for your last meeting Tsuna."

"…Yeah…See you in a year Shamal…"

Something was missing. It wasn't anything in the store—he already checked. No, something just felt off. Out of place and out of reach and he didn't have any idea what. So he sat down behind the counter and hoped to distract himself with work, but today was slow and only one had person come in.

Tsuna leaned back in his chair and stared from a bent neck at the shelf with flowers. Then he sat properly and twisted his chair to look at them comfortably. Maybe they were the problem; maybe they didn't feel 'nice' and 'complete' anymore. He didn't know if that was it since the weird feeling didn't change with the thought but the idea had merit. But what would he do to make the flowers complete again?

He searched his brain for one or two moments but came out blank. It was all he could do not to scream out in frustration, but that wouldn't help so he took several deep breaths and cast his eyes around for something, anything, to make the horrible feeling in his chest disappear.

His epiphany came when he saw an Orange Lily on a shelf. Hadn't someone once told him that he was missing orange? He didn't know if that was it but at least it was an idea.

He stood and walked toward the lily. It was certainly pretty, but it didn't feel…right. He wasn't thinking about revenge or hatred. So he turned and walked down the aisle searching for the orange flowers. There was a Tiger Lily almost next to it but wealth didn't fit in either.

Zinnias, Honeysuckles, and Freesia flowers didn't fit. Neither did Orange Roses or Ranunculus flowers. He looked around some more and managed to find himself back where he started. Shoulders hunched and feeling defeated he gave one last, desperate look around him and his breath caught when he saw one plant that he had ignored before: a Spider lily; death, parting and never meeting again. The flower of the afterlife.

He picked it up before he realized he had moved and looked at it uncertainly. Then he went around the counter and hesitantly placed it right next to the purple flower and waited. It didn't help at all. The horrible feeling was still there. And now staring at the flowers on the shelf—now it just felt as it something had twisted and crumbled into a ball. Died like what the flower he thought would help represented.

The sound of the door opening had him turning around automatically. He gazed blankly at the child that just came in. A black suit, curly side burns, and beetle black eyes topped by a black fedora with an orange ribbon were looking at him. Looking at him with worry, panic, and another unidentifiable emotion (which looked suspiciously like 'I wonder who I have to kill for doing this' and he didn't even want to think about how he identified that emotion, especially not in a kid whom he didn't know).

"Are you alright? No don't answer, of course you aren't alright," said the kid in a panicked voice, and Tsuna idly wondered what he was doing here, the kid only came on his birthday which— Was it already October 13? That meant it was his birthday tomorrow, and wow what an awful way to feel worse. And then the question registered and he instead wondered what the kid meant when he felt something on his chin.

Oh, so that was what the kid meant. He was crying. Tsuna opened his mouth to say something but instead let out a breath that was more like a sob. The kid looked even more worried now and Tsuna was so uncomfortable and humiliated. Here he was, crying for no reason in front of a stranger who (why? Why did he always look so concerned about him? They didn't even know each other!) was a kid to boot! So he half turned around and caught side of his flowers sitting innocently on the shelf, unaware and unconcerned with the troubles of humans.

Tsuna just started crying harder.

"Shamal! Is he O.K.? Do you know why—"

"Calm down brat. I have good news and bad news. The good news is that Tsuna is mostly healthy—"

"Mostly?!"

"—the bad news is that he lost around 80% of his memories."

"What?!" "Oh No." "Boss!"

"Does this—does this mean that Tsuna really…"

*sigh*"Sorry kids."

"But then why did he react so…"

"Strongly?"

"Yeah…"

"Your appearance caused him flashbacks of different things, the most prominent of which were apparently: explosions, gunshots, and yelling. It caused him to freak out. You know that he had to give up his memories of his friends, you, since they were his most precious memories, but it doesn't change the fact that some of the things associated with you weren't stored in those specific memory neurons."

"And now that he doesn't have any 'good' memories of whom they are he associates those sounds that they bring along with 'bad' thing thus turning the very sight of them 'bad', correct?"

"Correct Reborn."

"Oi wait! What does that mean anyway?!"

"It means, you dumb cow, that when Tsunayoshi saw us he subconsciously—"

"What does subconsciously mean?"

"—it means he didn't think when he did it now don't interrupt— thought about things that his brain classified as "bad" so now that he doesn't have a…let's say shield, against that, our appearance causes him to think of bad things."

"Oh…"

"So does this mean that we—we scare Bossu?"

"Not necessarily, but somewhat. Don't worry, you can still visit him and recreate those friendships."

"No we can't, that Kawahira asshole told us that the price he took was Tsunas most precious treasure, his memories of us, and that even if we manage to become friends again it won't be the same!"

"…I'm surprised you called him Tsuna, tako-head."

"…I can't call him Tenth; Xanxus is going to take over now that Kawahira took the rings…"

"I'm more surprised that you care at all. Does it matter if we won't have all the same experiences together? It's still Tsuna."

"Do you seriously think I care about that! Of course it's still Juu-Tsuna! I know we could probably be friends and remake all his good memories, but look at how he reacted when he saw us, he took one look and began hyperventilating…can you guys seriously put him through so much pain just to make him our friend again?"

"…Gokudera—"

"No listen to me, you don't know how much I want to go to his room and hug him and never let anything bad happen to him and make sure he never does something stupid like give up his most precious treasure just because of the god dammed stupid trinisette. And I'm going to do the last two but if I go into his room and hug him he'll probably have a panic attack…I can't, I just can't do that to him. I can't force him to go through so much fright just because we want—…I promised to protect him, and I'll protect him even from this."

"…"

"You kids…you aren't going to ever go near him now are you."

"…You heard Gokudera, our presence causes Tsuna to hurt. We're his guardians, aren't we supposed to protect him from that?"

"Fine, though if you guys are his most precious memories wouldn't you want to remake them?...You know what? Never mind, I know that look, you won't allow yourselves the chance if it means to cause him pain. *sigh* There's a chance that he will stop associating those triggers with you, you know. Since normal treatments to treat amnesia won't work on him I suggest waiting for that dissociation to happen before approaching him, that way he won't freak out. I'm his primary doctor so I'll keep a record and tell you when it happens, in the meantime maybe appear to him from a distance —well, after he's cleared that is."

"…We really are going to do this, aren't we?"

"It's for Tsuna. Of course we are."

Other author Notes:

I fail at drama. I tried to make it so that at first Tsuna felt kind-of lonely but not that much so he goes around the flower shop with a smile and a spring in his step even if his closest friends were plants (whom he talked to because he was lonely, he just didn't realize it). Later he starts feeling more and more lonely and as that happens he gathers more 'friends' (flowers in the color of the flames) trying to make the loneliness away. It didn't really work that much. The end shows that point when the loneliness becomes too much and not even is plants can make it go away. I'm pretty sure I failed that but meh.

Also I totally fail the last explanation/conversation but I'm no psychologist so this is all based on my make-believe world. all in all the story isn't very good bu for a first attempt it's...decent enough...I failed so bad.

Also in case people didn't read the disclaimer, the original idea for this is from Kyogre on and this story was made with his/her approval. Though, I think that I didn't do the idea justice.

Taken from Hanakotoba, the Japanese flower language.

Anemone (Ryohei): Sincere (kind of, the sincere one is when the anemone is white but…)

Pansy (Chrome): Thoughtful/ caring.

Erica (Hibari): Solitude.

Freesia (Lambo): Childish/ immature (they don't come in green but I don't care, it's in another world so who knows, maybe there are green freesias there)

Hydrangea (Mukuro): Pride

Jasmine (Yamamoto): Friendly/Graceful.

Zinnia (Gokudera): Loyalty