A/N: Thanks for the enthusiasm guys! Leashes will definitely be continued in the future, but since this is really more of a collection of various oneshots, it won't be released consecutively. I have a good ten ideas or so on what to do for these little ficlets, but make sure to leave a review if you have an idea I could do! Until then, enjoy some fluff with everyone's favorite Russian killer :3

Title: 8 Days in March

Rating: K+

Characters: The Huntress (Anna), others

Summary: A series of disasters gives Anna a day to remember

Anna's day started with her sneezing. Her nose itched, her eyes burned, and her throat felt raw. She hadn't felt this bad in a long time.

She hadn't thought it was possible to get sick in the Entity's realm, but she supposed anything was possible. Anna groaned softly, wiping her nose on her sleeve. She hadn't been sick in years, not since…

Well, not since the days when she could afford to be sick. Anna got out of her bed, opened the curtains to let in light, and her eyes fell upon the culprit. A bundle of carnations lay on her dresser, wrapped with a white ribbon. There were multiple white carnations, a few light red ones, and a single purple one in the center. There was no note, so Anna didn't know who exactly to bury her hatchet into.

She was allergic to carnations. Anna scowled at the flowers, ripping her window open and throwing them out. It did nothing to soothe her aching sinuses, but she felt a little better anyways.

What a horrible start to the day.

..

Anna always preferred to spend her days alone, so that she could prepare for the trials at night. Unfortunately, it appears that her fellow killers, Lisa and Sally, did not get the memo.

"That glasses kid, what was his name, Sally?" Lisa cackled, as she ripped into her meal with gusto. Anna eyed her distastefully, sliding her own plate away. Watching Lisa eat was enough to make anyone lose their appetite. Sally had her face buried in a book to avoid the sight.

"Dwight." Sally answers, turning a page. Anna grinded her teeth in annoyance.

"Right, him. He literally tripped over a branch while I was chasing him in this last trial, Anna! You should've seen him." Lisa howled with laughter, and Anna closed her eyes as she felt a headache forming.

She couldn't wait to be alone.

..

Her troubles only continued. Anna stared at the empty locker in front of her in disbelief, then closed it and reopened it, just to see if anything changed.

Someone had stolen her hatchets. Not just any hatchets, but her favorite hatchets with the green handles, the ones she always brought with her into trials.

"Unbelievable." Anna muttered, glaring balefully at the empty closet. It seemed the Entity had turned the entire universe against her today. She wanted to scream with frustration, but she refused to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her break. It was probably another one of Herman's pranks, anyways.

Anna slammed the locker shut and stormed off, nearly knocking Philip over as she passed. She normally would have apologized, but not today.

Honestly, it's a miracle she hasn't killed anyone today. Yet.

..

A trial was honestly just what Anna needed. Sure, her nose still itched, her stomach growled, and she still hadn't found her favorite set of hatchets, but surely a proper trial would help rid her of her frustrations. She relished the feeling of a good hunt. Anna arrived at the summoning circle earlier than any of the other killers, focusing on stretching and meditating so she would be at her prime.

Eventually the time for the trials came, and Anna watched in disbelief as she was looked over. Myers had a trial, Herman had a trial, Philip had a trial, Evan had two trials. But none for her.

Anna wanted to snarl, but she was aware of Lisa and Sally's eyes on her, so she turned around and stormed back to her hut.

..

All in all, it was by far the worst day Anna had ever experienced in the Entity's realm. At this point, Anna was ready to go to sleep early just to end this nightmare. Instead, she arrived home to find her hut absolutely full of people.

"What is the meaning of this?" She snarled, scaring the survivors crowded around her living area. "Did everyone conspire against me today? Do you all enjoy my suffering? What do you want?" She yelled at the group. There was a moment of stunned silence, and Anna used the time to notice the changes in the room. More of those dreadful carnations, a banner with bright words that she couldn't read, a box, and…a cake?

"Happy mother's day?" One of the girls- Claudette, she believed- said meekly, looking scared she would yell again. Anna froze.

Mother's day?

Her eyes took in the cake, which was simply decorated with a cute bunny on it, and the box, which held gleaming hatchets with familiar green handles.

Mother's day.

Oh.

Anna closed her eyes as tears welled up, and she sank to the ground. The survivor girls in front of her hesitated, keeping their distance from the emotional huntress. Behind her, she could hear Lisa and Sally breathing, both mercifully quiet for once.

Oh.

"I… thank you." Anna finally managed to whisper, looking up at the group of girls- her girls. "Did all of you plan this?"

"We tried." Meg answers, smiling slightly. "Laurie got the carnations, Feng Min made the cake, Nea and I tried to clean up your hatchets for you, Claudette set up the decorations, and Lisa and Sally tried to keep you company throughout the day." Anna felt a twinge of guilt for how she reacted. They had just been trying to do something nice for her, and she had lashed out.

"We're sorry if you don't like it." Claudette says, looking around. "We tried, but here in the Entity's realm we have to get a bit creative with things. And I'm sorry if we were presumptive about Mother's day, but we just figured, well… you're the closest thing all of us have to a big sister, let alone a mother. We thought we'd appreciate you. If that's okay." She adds hastily.

"Thank you, girls." Anna whispers. "You're all very kind. I appreciate this, more than you know." In a dash of bravery, she holds her arms out, and she's rewarded when Meg and Feng Min sprint in for a hug, followed by the rest of the women.

"Happy mother's day, Anna!" They chorus, and Anna laughs as a tear slips down her cheek.

"Do me a favor, alright girls?" She smiles as they start handing out plates of cake.

"Next time? No carnations."

FIN

A/N: Carnations are traditional flowers to give on mother's day. According to Wikipedia, white ones represent pure love and luck, light red ones represent admiration, and a purple one represents condolence for the death of a loved one- in this case the death of Anna's mother.While the U.S. celebrates mother's day on the second Sunday in May, other countries such as Russia (Anna's native country) instead celebrate mothers on International Woman's Day on March 8th, hence the title. Anna is such a precious cinnamon roll mother, and she must be protected at all costs. I have to say, writing fluffiness involving serial killers and their victims is bizarre, but it's easier when you have sympathetic characters like Anna or Lisa who weren't responsible for their situations. I hope you guys enjoyed the oneshot, and if you have the time please leave a review!

~EndWillows