Meeting + Greco

It's dark...I think it was long time ago. These thoughts… These feelings… I'm filled with a ridiculous amount of regret, anger, but it feels strangely great. I'm starting to believe these thoughts aren't mine… I start to hear music playing. But…this music plays over and over again… Once more I'm not exactly sure where. But I can hear it, the music is so sad. Almost like whoever is playing it is crying. I glance up to see a face...but it quickly dissapears.

I wake up from the dream groggy.

I glance up from my spot the only recognizable face, once again graces my sight, the man with the brunette hair, in the suit. I'm not exactly sure who the person is. All I know is that he comes here everyday to check up on me. Apparently I was thrown in here for some crime I never committed, at least that was what I was told last time. I glance up the man in the seat; he just stares at me with a blank look. Then he turns around, to write in his notebook.

Suddenly we can hear loud voices fill the room. He glances up and mutters an "Oh great" then quickly gets up to open the door. He mouths out something to me. It appears some incident is happening. He runs up to open the door. But to his dismay, the door slams open, almost hitting the man in the face.

They come in. That is the men with the bandaged faces. This time they're dragging a tall slender guy, with white hair pretty much dressed like a female I note. He wears a purple sweater, and a black tank top under, showing off his shoulders, and wears ripped skinny jeans. He notices me staring at him. He stares at me with a playful smile, before he is pushed forward to keep moving. Then, I watch the men drag him across to another room, not of course before I catch his smile once more.

"Who was that?" I ask the man, who pats his head in annoyance, after having his cranium smashed against it, after those guys arrived.

"Oh? Apparently some guy who took over the world, in another parallel universe in the future." Parallel universe, the words float in my head. The words almost ring in my head. For some reason the words seem important, like it has or had some significance to my life. I start to wonder if it had something to do with my crime, but instead of asking. I just keep the subject on the Parallel Universe Dominator.

"So he got arrested for a crime he hasn't even committed yet? Because technically that happened in the future, so he hasn't even committed it so…"

"Well same could be said of you, Miss. You were arrested for a crime YOU haven't committed yet."

"That's pretty retarded."

"Well I doubt anyone really wants to walk up to the Vindince and say 'Hey you guys, your reasoning is completely retarded."

"Can you?" But instead of answering the man blows me off, gesturing with his hands to leave him alone and goes back to watching the screen with a frown.

I stare at the screen too for a few seconds, noticing a man with strange hair floating in a water tank, with a weird mask connected to his face. But I'm not really surprised; I've seen far stranger things in the monitors placed before the man. Heck, I've even seen a man claw his face out on these monitors.

But usually the monitors are completely black, and it's rare that I even get to see a face in the monitor.

Suddenly I hear a voice, "Hey you." I search around for the voice. I automatically turn to the guard, but he still stares at the screen. Then after a few seconds he turns to me, in annoyance "Yeah, whatadya want?"

"Um did you call me?" I ask staring at my feet. I can hear a loud sigh, and typing from his side.

"Uh. No. I would've called your name, since I do know it."

"You sure?" I ask once more, just searching around the room for the source of the voice.

"Yeah." The guard states again. And after saying that, he completely turns away from me, and continues to work on whatever he was typing.

"Hey." I hear the sugared voice repeat. Once more I search for the source of the voice. This time I can hear it prominently and appears to be behind me. "Hey." The voice repeats, and I'm amazed how sugared a male voice can actually sound. This time I turn around, and appearing before me is a window which I'm sure was never there before…with the guy's face from before.

"So why were you imprisoned here?" I look at my feet.

"I-I'm not exactly sure…" For some reason I get a bad feeling about this person, and I start to get the feeling this guy is hiding something.

"Ah, me too." He answers in a smile. "Those guys just picked me up on the way home, forced me onto a plane, and then drove me over here."

"So, no answers were given to you, huh?" "Nope, none whatsoever," He smiles once more. "All I figure is that I did something…and I'm highly curious on that apparent 'something' I did. Don't you wonder what could possibly be so bad, that they actually threw me here, before I actually committed it?"

"Uh-" The guy suddenly becomes excited as he speaks, and his eyes glow in amusement. "For all I know I could have been the new Hitler. Or maybe I destroyed the world in one sweep. I could have created some deadly disease, and sold it to terrorists or something, or maybe I was some number terrorist on some FBI wanted list…who knows Sho…"

White haired stops in mid-sentence and just stares blankly.

"Who's Sho?" I ask trying to snap this guy back into reality. He blinks suddenly, I guess he returned from whatever daydream world he was in. "I have no idea." He answers, laughing dryly, "But it feels like someone I should know. Oh and it's not Sho, it's Sho-chan. For some reason I can't figure out, that detail is apparently very important in my mind."

"So um what's your name?" "Byakuran." What a strange name, and stranger enough he doesn't even bother listing a last name.

"What that's it?"

"That's it, just Byakuran."

"Well then I'm Miriss."

I answer, my mouth kind of surprised saying that word again. Since it's been awhile since anyone asked me my name or I that I even mentioned the name.

"Miriss, I like the name. It's different."

"Well your name is pretty different itself."

I point out. "How long have you been here?" "No clue, apparently a few months though." Suddenly Byakuran goes quiet, and as I look at the window, his back is suddenly turned to me.

"Wouldn't it be really pathetic if we ended here for the rest of our lives?" his asks derisively, his voice now taking a much more prominent mocking tone.

"I couldn't imagine being stuck here for the rest of my life. Ah, but it's better than the everyday routine right? It's better than repeating your actions everyday...again in a tired cycle. But eventually even this will become routine..."

Then he groans the loudest, "I can't even imagine a life without sweets. They probably will refuse to give us any." I sigh. The guy's probably now just ranting, and drowning in self-pity. I figure this out since he's not even looking at me anymore, and he continues to mutter incoherent things.

Knowing our conversation ended, and having nothing better to do I decide to bother the guard. So I walk over to the guard, and knock on the glass wall surrounding me.

He looks up and walks up to me. But the face is different. "Hey you're not the usual guy."

"He's on break." is what he answers coolly, cigarette dangling from his mouth. "But anyway I've got good news for you, Ninth requested that they let you walk around for a bit."

Then the new guard starts to type something on the computer's keyboard, and the glass walls surrounding me separate in half. I stare nervously for a few minutes, before I decide to walk out. The guy gestures me over to his side. I notice right away he's much taller than me. I notice him stare at Byakuran with a frown, then a scowl, before he grabs my wrist and starts dragging me.

"What is he that bad?"

"Hell yeah, but you of course you wouldn't know. Only a handful of people know what actually happened, of course."

Then he becomes quiet, and I follow quietly behind. My eyes taking every sight.

"Hey Miss." Someone grabs my arm.

I almost jump in surprise.

"Come closer, I'll cut you up into tiny little pieces ."

The new guard just sighs, walks up and kicks the guy. "Watch out, most of the guys here are nuts." He adds in a scowl, staring at the weird guy who looks like he was probably sewn together.

"Is that why they got arrested?"

"Ha, if it was just that, they would've been thrown in a regular jail. You get thrown here if you even go crazier, and go after the mafia."

"So why was I arrested?"

"You know it won't matter anyway, if you know. It won't change the fact you committed it. And it isn't better that you didn't know about it in the first time. Trust me you'll be much more happier, unlike that nut."

I suppose nut means he's referring to my cellmate Byakuran. I don't see what's really wrong with him, although he probably is a bit unstable. This I can tell by his random rantings, to himself of all things. Although, now that I think about it, maybe that's how he copes with things he can't control. Maybe he talks to himself to solve problems, whereas I just talk to the people surrounding me.

But frankly I wouldn't know, I'm no psychologist .And I know I never was the smartest girl my school.

"Hey! You there?" Cigarette guard now throws me out of my thoughts. "I was talking to you and you totally blanked out. Any way I got to drop you off now…"

"I'm being moved?"

"Only temporarily, you're being assigned in Cell 7." Cell seven? I wonder why I'm being moved. After the guard tells me this, once more he grabs my wrist and drags me to another area. I watch the cells for any signs of weirdoes out to grab me but none appear. As I glance up I see a big seven on a large sign.

"Ah don't worry they don't bite here…much."

Then he forces me into the cell, and slams the door in my face. Suddenly I'm faced with an uke looking guy, who just smirks at me.

"The name's Greco."

"Greco, eh? So uh- what are you here for?"

"You know, the usual. I was an assassin for some family or another, I decided to have a little fun- killed other people then I wasn't supposed too.

" Uh. Seriously? And the guy actually still smiles at me. Just great I'm thrown here with a happy killer. That's comforting.

"Oh yeah that's not it either," he suddenly speaks, as if he just remembered some lost detail. "See since my hands are really quick too, I uh you know stole some stuff…things I wasn't suppose too. Still it was fun."

Then he leans against the wall in boredom, having nothing else to say. I glance over at Greco, other then his prominent black hair there's nothing much to report. Then, I notice the weird scar on his right arm.

"Hey uh-"

"Battle scars, heh." He flashes a smirk at me. "See this one?"

"Yeah."

"It's a contract with Rokudo. Ya, know that total badass that almost managed to get out of here."

"Uh, no."

"What?" He stares at me like I'm an idiot, and sticks his finger up to lecture me. "Duh, and I thought every mafia family knew that. Geeez how small could your family possibly be?"

"I'm not in the maf-" But Greco blows me off with a gesture of a hand, waiting for me to shut up.

"Alright listen up Mukuro Rokudo is this case that happened quite some time ago. Apparently the guy had gone around and was planning to kill Tenth Generation, Vongola Decimo this midget Japanese kid with the apparent Dragonball Z cut- named Tunafish or something. And he did like the most impossible thing, he actually escaped Vindince. Apparently the escape has been the first escape incident in like three centuries."

"Tunafish." I take the name in, wow I heard Japanese really love their sushi and seafood but to actually name their kid after a fish was pretty said.

"Anyway, this guy almost managed it but Tuna was like no freaking way in hell, and like totally handed his ass. Then they stuck Mukuro right back here with his flunkies, in Vindince. He tried again to escape but only his flunkies managed to escape. They say he's planning to escape soon, and just waiting for the next moment."

"So where did he put him?"

"In some lower level, that's where the usually stick the really hardcore guys. Rumor has it they stuck him in the water tank."

The water tank, the image of the guy floating in the water on the monitor back at my cell flashes into my mind. I guess that guy was probably him. It kind of freaks me out a little, I wonder if he's even alive still. But I do remember seeing bubbles. And bubbles mean oxygen…right?

I wonder if the guy's lonely or angry, or can he even think? Maybe they put him to sleep. Would the guy be dreaming or having a nightmare.

I shiver at the thought. It'd be just creepy if I was stuck there, floating alone in a glass tank for the rest of my life, and just for trying to escape and actually being able to escape. This Tunafish guy most be really important, huh?

Then Greco kicks me right back to reality. "So why are you here?" He asks a smile plastered all over his face.

"Um... I'm not exactly sure." I answer.

"So they brainwashed you?"He asks in amusement, then he lowers his voice down to a whisper. "Man, then I wonder what you did. Hell, they didn't even brainwash Mukuro, or any of the strong power nuts here."

Well if I'm apparently brainwashed, and my memories were wiped clean. Then there is definitely more then one person this happened to. So most likely this probably happened to Byakuran too.

"Well there's one other person I know that doesn't have any memory either, my cellmate Byakuran."

He just stares at me and let the words sink in his mind. "Byakuran...? Maybe you guys were partners in crimes." He answers, after thinking about it.

No that couldn't be it. The thought lingers in my mind. Considering he did mention another person's name. If we did work together, he probably would have some eerie feeling of having already met me.

So I decide to voice this to Greco."I doubt it, he mentioned another name. Someone named Sho-chan."

Greco laughs a bit after hearing that. " Hey isn't that how you refer to a girlfriend or kid in Japanese?"

I think about that for a second. I highly doubt Byakuran had any kids considering the guy looked to be about sixteen or so. This person probably would have to be a brother, a sister, a friend, or maybe it was his girlfriend.

I almost think about asking Byakuran about Sho-chan. But the little scene from earlier pops back into my mind.

"Who's Sho?"

"I have no it feels like someone I should know. Oh and it's not Sho, it's Sho-chan. For some reason I can't figure out, that detail is apparently very important in my mind."

Byakuran probably has no recollection of this person. Considering he could only remember fragments, or maybe this person's name was the only thing he remembered, and a strong feeling of attachment.

Greco suddenly once again butts his thoughts in. "Hey you think they were dating?Or maybe Sho-chan was some crazy nut who killed his family or something. Or maybe she was a the ringleader of the whole plot. Hell, if that person was the ringleader she probably used her girly charms to force Byakuran to work for him."

Yeah, I um highly doubt his theories...but is it me or does Greco use she and he interchangeably.

"Why do you keep changing Sho-chan's gender?"

"Well how the hell am I supposed to know if Sho-chan is a dude or a chick?"

"So what do you think Sho-chan is?"

"Ah, I'm betting thirty bucks Sho-chan is a dude, and Byakuran is like totally homosexual."

"And this conclusion was reached how-?"

"It's intuition duer!" Great basically he has no reasoning just the because. But I smile at Greco. Greco may be a little weird, but he's fun to hang around. I take note. Suddenly we hear loud footsteps .

"Ah, looks like the guard's going to pick you up." He says with a frown. Probably because it's rare to have anyone visit him or talk to him.

I glance up, "Yeah."

"Well good luck, ya'll need it." the smile returns to his face, "Since your roommate's like homosexual."

"You do realize I'm a girl."

"Really?" He stares

"I have long hair and everything."

"I thought you were gay..."

I just stare at him my face red in anger. And he just smiles in amusement. I begin to walk up to hit him in the face. "Ah, I was just kidding ya." He says raising his hand up, in a nervous smile. But my fist almost reaches his face.

That is until the guard comes running in. "Hey."The cigarette practically falls out of his mouth. "No fighting!" and I'm dragged by the ear back into my original cell.

On Miriss she's quit a bit annoying. Ha, I write this stuff when I'm extremely hungry...I got a bit inspired when I was reading fanfics on LiveJournal. It's been awhile since I wrote an OC in an fanfiction...especially a Reborn! fanfic. I was nervous I might be flamed to death because of Miriss' personality. Expect Leonardo Lippi or Greco guido "Leo" in the next if no ones remembers Leo .com/wiki/Leonardo_Lippi