"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived."

Margaret Mitchell

It was weird, she had mused sadly, to come back from a place she had once slept in, once stayed in, and once made a life in. The beautiful and ancient structure of the large mansion still took her breath away and even more so when she has been away for so many years now. She stood in front of the large wooden door, her flats scuffing against the gravel of the pavement. She shifts her weight from left to right and tightens her hold on the strap of her backpack. It has been…five years. Yes, five years of being away from the all of this. The crazy antics of her beloved friends, the warm cooked meals from Haru, and the times when she used to cuddle up with I-pin, Lambo, and Fuuta as she read to them her favorite story from when she was still a little girl.

She takes in a sharp intake of breath, the cold air prickling her skin and hugs herself to keep the cold air away. And as she took the first step, her eyes widen considerably as the double wooden doors slammed open, creaking under the sudden action. She saw different people she loved just shoving themselves to the door to get to her. Her smile widens as she shakes her head at their antics. She opens up her arms and two bodies slam into her, sending all three of them to the ground.

"Welcome home, Nee-chan~"

"Honestly, you guys." She rubs her arms up and down to ward off the cold as a pout takes hold of her lips. "Tackling me to the ground like that really makes a girl feel special." She finishes, her smile growing.

"Sorry nee-chan," Fuuta smiles as he places a steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of her. "But when we all heard that you were coming back, well, a lot of people were expecting you."

"Expecting would be an understatement. And I'm just visiting Fuuta. I still have another year at Oxford." She smiles as she brings the cup to her lips and tips it upwards, testing the temperature on her lips.

"Y-Yeah," Fuuta laughs as he scratches the back of his head, his features could make any girl swoon. "So how is it at Oxford?"

"Yeah, nee-chan," Lambo cuts in, a cup of hot chocolate in his right hand. "How's college life for you?"

"Oh you know," She takes a tentative sip and cringes momentarily when the heat of the hot chocolate overwhelms the coldness on her body. "Making out with random guys, getting drunk, going to parties, and having regretful hangover's the next morning."

"Yeah," Lambo sighs as he shakes his head. "You still need to improve on your jokes."

She laughs. "Okay, okay," And takes another sip. "It's studying, watching How I Met Your Mother on TV, trying to at least eat once a day, and trying to resolve the massive headache the next day. There. The truth. Happy?" She says teasingly, smiling once again when Fuuta smiles and Lambo chuckles.

"So, any reason for the visit? Not that we don't mind." Fuuta asks, taking a seat next to her. She looks down at her cup, her reflection staring back at her.

"Well, I really don't know. I've wanted to come visit but it was the problem of not entirely having the money to come and visit. But Reborn just called me out of the blue and told me to visit—all plane expenses paid. First class. It timed perfectly with my break too—I would say that it was weird for Reborn to know that but then again…it's not." She smiles to herself happily but when she saw the identical frowns on Lambo and Fuuta's face, she panics. She grips her cup tightly, fearfully, as worry flashes in her eyes. "Please, please, please don't tell me I'm here because of a funeral."

"Oh, it's not that nee-chan," Fuuta says, his voice solemn.

She releases the breath that she was holding, loosens her grip on the cup, and closes her eyes—thankful.

"It's just that," Fuuta chuckles but it was something that never reached his eyes. "Kyoko-nee was given a great opportunity to be one of the dancers in a famous show…"

"W-Well," She stammers out, shifting on her sit uncomfortably. "That's great! Good for her!" She forces her voice out and Fuuta looks at her apologetically. He knew. Almost everyone knew. But she just shakes her head, dismissing it immediately.

"The show mainly focuses in America…she didn't want to…" Fuuta shakes his head, starting over. "Tsuna-nii and Kyoko-nee decided to take a permanent break."

"Oh," She says, not really registering the words. "Oh!" And then the words starting to sink in. "Oh…"

Fuuta could only smile as a light flush of pink takes hold of her cheeks. She clears her throat and raises the cup to her lips. "S-so how is Tsuna holding up?"

"He has some good days," Lambo pipes up, finally decided to join the conservation. "Some bad."

"And today?" She asks, taking a big gulp.

"Bad day," Lambo says.

She nods and continues to take big gulps of chocolates. And though the warmth of the hot chocolate made her a little comfortable, it didn't take away the small pang of pain in her heart. Ever since she was still in the middle school, she had loved Tsuna and always stayed by his side. She wanted to be with him but when Tsuna had told her—her of all people—how he truly felt about Kyoko. And when she saw the determination in his eyes, she backed off and took a long and final bow. She helped set them both up and by the first year of high school, they had started dating. It hurt. But she kept on with the day as she normally does. But when they were at their last senior year. With their lives finally separating, she knew that she could either go with them, stomach the pain so that she can live a life with her friends…or take the scholar opportunity in England and—hopefully—forget about the pain. She decided to be a coward and took the latter. It was a pretty big farewell party.

"Just listen baseball freak," Her eyes widen a bit as she turns her head towards the door. The voice sounded familiar and it made her smile a bit. The door to the kitchen opens up and the familiar silver head of a certain bomber peaks out. But with Gokudera facing Yamamoto and Yamamoto himself closing his eyes and laughing, none of the two noticed the new visitor.

"Still insulting Yamamoto-kun, Gokudera-kun? I honestly thought you'd grow out of that."

The two men turn their heads. Yamamoto flashes a big grin as Gokudera stood near the door with just the tiniest bit of a smile. Yamamoto walks towards her and opens up his arms. She stands up and gladly accepts the hug. Yamamoto pulls away and ruffles up her hair playfully. Gokudera walks forward and looks at her with a raised eyebrow. She looks up and pouts.

"Damn you're still taller. And here I thought that I've outgrown you."

He chuckles as he takes a step forward and ruffles up her hair as well. "Good to see your annoying face too." He says but she could only laugh happily. Despite the insult she could hear the teasing lit in his voice. And before she had left for England, her relationship with Gokudera was the same as always.

"So, the plane landed okay?" Gokudera asks. She tilts her head to the side and smirks.

"I'm here aren't I? Or maybe I'm a ghost," She pokes herself on the hand. "Nope, still alive."

Gokudera sighs and shakes his head, already annoyed but still keeping his calm. Yamamoto steps in between and laughs heartedly. He slings one arm around her neck and as well as Gokudera, forcing Gokudera to duck down due to height differences.

"Ha, ha! I miss this you guys!" Yamamoto laughs and she couldn't help but nod her head in agreement.

"Let go you stupid baseball freak," Gokudera spouts as he removes Yamamoto's hands off of his shoulder. Threatening him with—yep, still the same—bomb.

"Ah, Bromance," She muses to herself silently. "How I missed the twisted mafia version of it."

"So, why are you here, anyway?" Gokudera asks, turning to her. Her shoulders lift then drops.

"Ask the all knowing-manipulating-evil-yet oddly helpful Reborn."

"Ciassou."

"Ah," She shakes her head, secretly smiling to herself. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear."

"Now that's not nice, Shizuko." Reborn walks towards her, his black suit unwrinkled, and his fedora hat just shadowing his eyes. "To think that I got you all the way here."

"Sorry, Reborn." She corrects herself and looks up, a smile still on her lips. "Speak of a god and he shall appear. Better?"

He smirks and touches the rim of the fedora. "Much better."

Yamamoto laughs. Gokudera shakes his head and sighs. And Shizuko could only chuckle happily.

She looks up at Reborn and tilts her head to the side. Her question already apparent in her eyes.

"So, why am I here?"

"Isn't it obvious," Reborn smirks, still touching the rim of his fedora. "You're here to mend a broken heart."

AN: So yep, this is about Tsuna...again. Sorry but I can't get enough of him~ But then again I am currently having the Irie fever. His voice makes me swoon~~ Hahah XD