If Viviane was to ever have children, the first words of wisdom she would share with them were the following: never, even if the world was to come to an end, ever get involved with the mafia.

It was a mantra to live by.

Now, of course, it's easy to think 'But it's common sense!', 'Why the mafia in particular? Stay away from crime!' or 'Duh, that's what the law says'. Obviously, hanging around the mafia was likely to get one killed or locked up. Most would even consider that the warning wasn't even needed. I mean, how often does a parent have to tell their kid 'Don't commit murder, honey, it's not worth a shiny bulbasaur'? Never. Because society hammers that kind of advice in everyone's head naturally.

Not to mention all the books, all the movies and all those atrociously exotic crimes depicted in the news which effectively showed how violent and dark the underworld was. It took a particularly sadistic, reckless, adrenaline-junkie-ish breed of human to dive into that sea willingly.

But that wasn't the issue.

When Viviane said never, she meant it religiously.

And not because of all the shooting around and death defying situations.

Okay, partly because of all the shooting around and death defying situations, but mostly, it was simply because the world of mafia was not for the mentally sane. Sure, her children would probably experience the value of law and safety themselves but what was the point of a warning if not to speak of dangers unknown as a way to prevent them? Her children would never have to experience a Vongola-style summer camp or a Vongola-style internship, she hoped, all thanks to her words.

Good lord, the memories.

Summer camps? Internships? Well didn't that sound like a big ball of fun and productivity? It wasn't. Trust her, anything attached to 'Vongola-style' was not fun.

Especially Vongola-style escape plans.

Granted, it had been her plan. In her defence though, had it not been intimately linked to a Vongola-style internal chaos, a Vongola-style suicide mission and a Vongola-style string of misfortunes that eventually lead to having to improvise more than just a bit, Viviane would not have been stuck in another one of those Vongola-style messed up situations that could make a good plot for an episode of Adventure Time.

But there she was anyway. No point in crying over spilled milk, right?

Besides, it wasn't like she had the energy to cry.

Viviane was standing in a narrow alleyway, in Namimori. It was the only remotely dark place she had found in the middle of the day because somewhere along the line, she had started preferring the dark to the light. Stupid, stupid mafia.

There was a reason why the dark was so often associated with crime and deceit, why people feared it so much. The dark was the perfect cover, after all: you never knew what could hide under it. The night was the time of secrets and anyone who chose to live under the stars rather than the blue sky was likely to have quite a few of those. Now, having secrets is not always a bad thing, but it is human nature to fear the unknown. The wisest would even call it caution.

However, too much caution could entice paranoia which is why, Viviane reasoned, it was sometimes important to shed light on the dark, just to be sure nothing truly bad slept in there. So, following this thought, it was perfectly justified to intrude on her brother's private life, right? I mean, it was a question of saving her family's unity and all…

Totally justified.

Besides, Peter was probably just having an illicit affair with the wife of a rich man. Why else would he sneak away every night? What else was worth getting into a fight with their father and breaking the family apart?

Under the cover of the night, the fifteen year old sat behind a wall in the smaller streets of Namimori. Despite her black hoodie and dark tracksuit, she wasn't exactly hard to see due to the screen of her laptop lighting her face up like a jellyfish from the deep sea. Not that it mattered; her brother - who she was currently stalking for very valid reasons - was far ahead.

Right. That had been how it had all started. There really was no other explanation to how Viviane, an innocent law-abiding citizen, had ended up entangled in international crime.

Then again, there was also the luck factor. Who knew the small district of Namimori was home to the most powerful friggin' mafia family in friggin' world? Fate hated her, she decided, from the very moment it decided to let her grow up in such a messed up place.

Viviane backed up against the wall of the alley, still catching her breath. Her lungs felt heavy and blocked and the air she breathed in was never enough. There was a reason she never did any sports, dammit! She was in a downright pathetic state and it wasn't hard to see. The girl was red, sweating, covered in dirt, scratches and dried blood and her glasses were cracked. Luckily, the huge stain of blood on her hoodie blended with its black colour. It wasn't hers but God knew it looked suspicious as hell.

It was hot too. So very hot.

But Viviane couldn't find the strength to tie her long, not-so-blond-now-that-it-was-covered-in-who-knows-what hair or to remove her hoodie. Instead, she let her messenger bag slide of her shoulder and hit the floor, quickly following it to the ground herself.

Oh, did she forget to mention?

She was stuck twenty five years in the past.

And she had no clue where the others were.

Never, ever get involved with the mafia.

"T-Tenth!" Peter, Viviane's brother, spluttered, "Is it really alright to tell her?"

Sky man's eyes landed on Peter, analysing him for a few second. Then, they shifted to Viviane, and a small knowing smile bloomed on his face. Viviane felt her cheeks heat up. He knew. He knew she had come here for a really childish reason. Somehow he just knew.

"Well I have a deal for her." Sky man revealed, his eyes suddenly reminding Viviane of a predatory bird. "See, we are very powerful family in the world. If we want we can easily track every single one of your movements and make your life as miserable as possible. Being our enemy, no one will ever hire or help you. And make no mistake, you are our enemy. Trespassing into our headquarters is a grave attack."

To say Viviane was horrified at that prospect was an understatement.

"You could always denounce us to the police." Sky man suggested, "But people have tried before and I can assure you that we're not the ones standing in a cell for thirty years."

Viviane gulped.

"Of course, we will not be doing any of the above as long as you agree to do something for me."

Alarm bells sounded in Viviane's head. Still, she couldn't exactly just walk away from this place. "W-What is it?" She warily asked.

"Tutor my son."

…

"Could you repeat that?"

Viviane may have been the one to speak that sentence but it was pretty damn clear it reflected the general mood in the room. Peter, the Pervert and the Cow looked just as shocked at the statement.

Sky man chuckled, "I'd like you to tutor my youngest son, Sawada Yoshimune."

Viviane blinked. "What, he gets bad grades?"

"Oh no." Sky man replied, "Unlike I was, he's quite the decent student."

"Then…?"

"I want you to teach him to be the perfect mafia boss."

…

"I'm sorry but," Viviane deadpanned, unamused, "You want me, a fifteen year old girl, to teach your son how to be a mafia boss, a.k.a. an international evil mastermind, knowing that the biggest crime I have ever committed in my life was stealing an eraser when I was, like, four?"

"Which school are you currently attending?" Sky man asked, opening his laptop.

"Namimori American High but-"

"Starting on Monday, you'll be going to Namimori High School." Sky man happily decided, probably arranging her transfer already.

"What? But-"

"Studying in japanese won't be a problem, I hope?"

"No, but-"

"Great. Peter will bring you everything you need tomorrow. Will your father believe in a sudden scholarship?"

"Probably, but-"

"Then that's settled. I'm sure you'll make a lot of new friends and-"

"Oi…" Viviane muttered but she gave up mid-way. It didn't look like she was going to be heard anytime soon. Well, whatever. She knew she could very well protest and protest and have as much impact as the sneeze of a shrimp. She could just nod and go along with it, there was no point in fighting the man, obviously.

"Yes?"

Viviane startled when he suddenly addressed her.

And then she realised that somehow, she feared that man.

For a second there, she had completely forgotten who she had been talking to. It was so easy to drop one's guars around that person that it was hardly fair. He was without a doubt a powerful man but he looked so defenceless, so human. She had fallen in a banter that felt familiar, she had loosened all her defences, all her caution.

"I don't know the first thing about being in the mafia." she stressed, her body tensing once more "I'm sorry, but I can't do what you ask of me. It's not humanly possible."

"It is because you are ignorant of the ways of the mafia that I want you to do it." Sky man explained, confident in his decision. "Shape him into a great man, it's all I ask."

"How-?"

"How you see fit."

"But-"

After a few minutes, Viviane's body had cooled down enough but she was still unsure as to what to do. Sure, going to the past had been part of the plan, but sticking together had been too.

Dammit Yoshi, Viviane thought, You'd better find me quickly!

The safe thing to do in her situation was to wait for her friends to locate her, otherwise, they risked missing each other. However, Viviane didn't know if the others had even been sent to same day. For all she knew, she could wait a month before any of them showed up. Chances were that the gap wasn't that big but the trip hadn't exactly been smooth and bumpless.

At least, the air was clean.

Deciding to move out, Viviane retrieved her bag and stood up, using the wall as support. She had to find a place to stay. Food and bed sure sounded like a million bucks at the moment. Man, when was the last time she had been allowed such luxury?

Stupid, stupid mafia.

Back in her days (and didn't that just sound like an old lady talking), Viviane had known where all the hotels were. A lot of them had been built during Namimori's rise to financial excellence though (mostly funded by a certain famiglia which had taken root there), in the last twenty years. Or, was it the next twenty five years minus the five immediate ones? This was going to get really confusing.

Point is, her sense of direction wasn't really up to date. Or outdated enough. Whatever. Her computer couldn't even connect to the wifi here! She was definitely going to have to make a few updates.

Ugh.

Viviane stepped out of the small alley and into the world of the living. She honestly hoped her appearance could pass for… Something. Something that wasn't being on the run from a contagious, possessed-but-already-initially-quite-deranged mafioso for the past year. Perhaps killing him in the past would help…

No. While probably strangely therapeutic, Viviane knew better than to start another mess. Plus, it would take a lot of planing, of locating, of explaining, of diplomatically trying to justify why they had stabbed a perfectly innocent mafioso from a neutral family and killed him by shoving an army of frogs down his throat, of many things, really, just to get that done.

All that, just to alter a timeline that wasn't even theirs. Viviane shook her head. For now, the idea would just have to be mental entertainment.

Viviane froze.

Her body reacted before her mind had any time to.

"Eep!" Viviane eloquently… said, her knees falling to the ground as soon as her eyes caught the sight of the projectile. She had just gotten up for fuck's sake!

The window of the shop right around the corner of the alley she had been in crumbled, a few pieces of it showering Viviane.

A year of being on the run and three of unwillingly hanging around mafiosi daily engrained certain reflexes in people. As soon as she had touched the ground, Viviane forced her knees to jump, like a spring. She dived to the side, rolling once and her mind quickly went through everything she had with her, down to the last cent in the bottom of her pocket.

She settled for a shard of glass from the window that had broken. Viviane picked one up and moved to charge when a strong hand grabbed the armed wrist.

"Haha," The person laughed, "That's a bit dangerous. You might cut yourself."

Viviane ignored him and pulled her wrist towards her. The man didn't bulge; he was strong. However, Viviane's movement enabled her to spring towards him, to get close enough to embrace him and then to aim a gun, point-blank at his stomach.

They were in a populated area and Viviane couldn't just whip a gun out without attracting suspicion. Instead, she had plunged her free hand in her bag and jabbed the gun at the man through it.

"Whoa!" The boy exclaimed, surprised.

Viviane looked up to see who she was going against. He was young, younger than her. Maybe around fifteen, sixteen? He had short black hair and a friendly grin, despite his situation. He looked every bit the normal teenager without a problem in the world but Viviane knew better. His grip was steady and his body steeled. Moreover, she knew very well normal people didn't smile when they had a gun aimed at them.

Glancing around, Viviane ignored the two or three people who had stopped to watch out of curiosity for the projectile. She saw it bobbing left and right in the store.

A baseball.

Viviane looked at her opponent's free hand.

A baseball bat.

Something clicked. Why would anyone attack her in this time? They didn't know her. Hell, they shouldn't be able to feel the rings here. Not only that but the boy felt strangely familiar. If she added a few centimetres, thickened his neck a bit, drew a scar here and there, grew the shade of a beard around his mouth, dressed him in a suit…

"Oh wait!" The boy said, "Do you not know how to speak Japanese? Eto… Me… English speak no good."

Well, Viviane did look western with her blond hair and blue eyes. She was French after all.

She blinked. "I speak Japanese just fine." She told him.

"I'm sorry for almost knocking you out with that baseball." He laughed, letting go of her wrist and rubbing the back of his head apologetically, "We were playing in the park over there and…"

As he trailed off, Viviane looked at the park behind him. There was a shopping mall that doubled as mafia storage space there in her time. It was weird to see so much greenery instead. Among all the children there, one baby was particularly noteworthy. He was dressed in a black suit with a familiar hat and a familiar reptile on the head… Oh hell no.

"Could you maybe, uhm…" The boy, a fifteen year old Yamamoto Takeshi, asked, pointing at her bag, "Take that away?"

Viviane fell back on Earth and immediately stepped back and dropped the gun in her bag.

"I'm so sorry!" She apologised, letting go of the shard. At least now she knew the boy in front of her was not an enemy. She wasn't even born yet in this time, how on Earth could he already be antagonistic towards her?

The few people who had stopped by to watch relaxed and starting walking away, realising everything had just been a misunderstanding.

…

Viviane's hand reached into her bag once more. She still had the gun. The gun was with her. She repeats, the gun was with her. Where was the gun? With her. Not with Yoshi.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

"Is everything alright?" Young Yamamoto asked her, looking concerned.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Viviane laughed awkwardly.

Yamamoto's eyes travelled over her body, and not in a damn that girl's hot kind of way. Pity.

"I, er…" Viviane replied, "Just came back from…" Don't say it don't say it don't say it "… A sumo wrestling tournament." And she said it! Viviane just wanted to smash her face against a wall somewhere. The sumo wrestling tournament was a code phrase for members of the Vongola family to say when they were on a job. She had no idea how they came up with that but Viviane hadn't been able to make up a better excuse.

Shame on her, really. Out of all the Vongola members, Viviane was expected to do better than this sloppy performance!

But she was so tired… And hungry. Viviane couldn't even think straight. Viviane. Couldn't think. Imagine that. Oh Yoshi would have had a field trip with that bit of news.

growl.

Viviane blushed.

"Are you hungry?" Yamamoto wondered as he retrieved his ball from the store. The store owner only shook his head tiredly at the teenager. He wasn't happy obviously but it seemed he liked the boy too much to truly be mad at him. Rain guardian indeed. "My dad owns a sushi place, if you want."

Viviane was about to answer but the aforementioned baby cut in. He had walked over to them in the meantime.

"You can't cut your training." The fedora wearing baby warned. His voice was innocent but there was a lot of threatening going on underneath that smile. Viviane had trouble believing that small thing was the hitman Reborn. He was so different from his adult self in the future… She had heard about the Arcobelano curse of course but she had never imagined…

"Maa, maa…" Yamamoto tried to calm down the small baby, "I can't let a girl starve out here either, right?"

Reborn (the tiny, small Reborn) looked up and stared at Viviane suspiciously. If it wasn't unnerving enough to have one of the world's strongest hitmen visually dissect you to determine wether or not you're worth keeping alive, it certainly was when the baby snorted in conclusion.

What was that supposed to mean?

"It's on the house for me." Reborn decided as he started walking where Viviane guessed the sushi shop was.

"Haha, of course!" Yamamoto agreed cheerfully, "Come on!"

And that was how Viviane found herself sitting peacefully in a sushi shop, knowing that just an hour before, she had been engaged in a deadly war against some of the mafia's strongest men. She really was in a different world altogether.

"So, who are you?" Reborn asked as soon as they had settled down. He wasn't defensive but Viviane could guess he was a bit irritated. If there was anything she knew about her fellow tutor, it was that he hated no knowing things pertaining to the mafia. He had clearly seen her paranoid reaction earlier and deduced she wasn't a normal civilian (even if she totally was) already.

"Viviane." She answered truthfully. There was no point in lying to Reborn, especially not when one was a shit actress. Besides, she didn't exist in this world.

"Viviane?" Yamamoto repeated, bringing over hot cups of tea and then sitting with them, "Nice to meet you, I'm Yamamoto Takeshi and this here is Reborn."

"Ciaossu." Reborn greeted, before adding "Why are you so dirty? You stink."

"You think?" Viviane deadpanned, half tempted to remove her sweaty hoody and shove it in his nose. She decided against for self-preservation. To be honest, Viviane had no idea what type of thing her hoodie had gone through the past year. Washing machines didn't exactly pop up often when one was on the run. The Shimon family had been nice enough to let them use theirs but that had already been what? Two, three months ago? "As I said… Sumo wrestling."

It was painful to get those words out, painful to her pride.

"Why did you come to Namimori?" Reborn inquired.

"I'm… looking for someone." Viviane admitted, trying to be diplomatic, "I realise this town is Vongola territory but I mean no harm."

"Eh?" Yamamoto startled, "You're in this mafia thing too?"

Reborn kicked him for not noticing earlier.

Viviane grimaced in answer. "It's complicated. But really, I'm not an enemy."

Reborn snorted again. It wasn't a full blown snort like one would think, Reborn didn't do expressions. No, instead it was a small mocking smirk that just shouted he was looking down on someone.

"Even if you meant harm," Reborn smirked, "I doubt you'd be able to inflict much. You're not a fighter, are you?"

"H-How do you know?" Viviane stuttered.

"You never clicked the safety of your gun."

…

The safety? What safety? One half of Viviane's brain asked. You know, the part that prevents you from shooting yourself in the foot when you aren't aiming, the other answered.

Viviane blushed in embarrassment.

Okay, she had to admit using guns wasn't her thing. In fact, she had only shot a gun once in her whole lifetime and it had been a warning shot in the air. Yoshi could have warned her about the safety when he had lent her that gun the idiot! Then again, said idiot had probably assumed she had known.

And she should have known! That was just - embarrassing really didn't cut it. She had been in the mafia - ahem, helping the mafia - for three years and she had forgotten about the security of a gun?

What else was she going to overlook next? The ammunition?

Viviane frowned. How many bullets did that gun have? How was she supposed to recharge it afterwards?

There was someone she had to find… Which one was it? Urgent. Something was urgent…

"Er hello?" Someone said in a shy voice, "I heard Yamamoto was here…"

Viviane looked at the door.

The first time she had ever seen him had been in class.

Confidence, Viviane mused, confidence was the word to use to describe him. He was relaxed in his chair, his elbow propped on the table, his chin on his palm and his other hand hanging at the corner of his table like a King's on an armrest.

His eyes were sharp, dark brown and stormy. His light brown hair was wild except for the strands combed behind his left ear. It reminded Viviane of rabid lion's mane; savage but aristocratic at the same time. Had the teacher not said his name out loud, she would never have been able to associate him with his father. The air around him was too violent, too arrogant.

The boy barely looked at her as she walked past him.

The first time she had seen him had been during a break.

Namimori High was bigger than Viviane's previous school and much neater. Perhaps the uniforms were responsible for that impression but Viviane clearly noticed the students were particularly well disciplined. Japanese spirit, maybe? No, that was ridiculous. Teenagers were teenagers. Besides, what kind of school didn't have at least one act of vandalism? One scribble at the corner of a bathroom stall?

Viviane was almost relieved when she saw her 'pupil' bullying a student.

Her eyes drifted around the courtyard, bordered regularly by small trees and bushes. In the middle was a large, bare space on which were drawn various rectangles defining various courts to play various kinds of sports. There was even a badminton net rolled up and propped against the basketball net.

…

…

Wait.

Viviane's eyes shot back to the middle of the courtyard. Lo and behold, there He was, surrounded by his pack, a dozen of students of all genders. They were circling around a tall boy who seemed to be a third year. The older student was all red and clutching his school bag like it was his newborn child and Viviane suspected it wasn't from running a marathon.

Around him, the first years laughed maliciously.

"Aw, come on," He chuckled, "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You have very good taste in women. I'm not sure about your words, though…"

"I-I have to go…" The third year murmured, fidgeting around.

"Go?" His bully shook his head ruefully, "And miss my advice? I'm trying to help you improve, you know? It would be foolish to refuse free feedback. And here I am trying to be kind!" He deplored, amusing his classmates.

"I'm - I'm grateful but I - I…" The third year stuttered, "I have no time… Work… For tomorrow…"

"Speak up Taketori!" He ordered, "The back row can't hear you?"

"P-Please, let me go…" Taketori pleaded, shaking like a hanging light during an earthquake.

"Perhaps I should speak for you then." He suggested. He looked around for his crowd's approval and received cheers that belonged in a stadium. He nodded, a cruel grin plastered on his face. His friends laughed, cackled in the air like a pack of hyperactive hyenas. They booed, jabbed at their victim, whispered behind his back. They mocked him, ridiculed him and all was madness, really.

"Sorry, Sawada-san, was it?" A beautiful third year asked, stepping into the courtyard confused. The social chaos was put on hold for a painful thirty seconds during which the graceful girl walked from the archways to the freak show. Taketori's eyes seemed to break little by little as she did. "I heard you were looking for me."

The circle opened up like the Red sea to let her in, and then it swallowed her in.

"Yes!" He smiled, confidence oozing from everywhere, "My good friend Taketori here wanted me to read you his letter!"

"Taketori-kun's?"

"He's a bit too shy to do it himself, you see." He winked. A few first years snickered.

"Oh." The girl blinked, "Well, sure then."

The mafioso took out a crumpled piece of paper and started reading, enunciating every word dramatically. "Beauty Beyond my reach, oh how the dark night sins. The moon, the stars, the glass, nothing fairs you justice. Only your laugh, your habits -"

"Stop!" The girl sighed, rubbing her eyes with two fingers, "Please… Just stop."

He did as asked and watched as the girl exhaled deeply and turned to her classmate.

"Look, Taketori-kun." She started, unable to hide her disgust, "I'm sure you're a nice guy but I'm sorry, I can't reciprocate."

"I - It's fine." Taketori fretted, his voice much higher than it should be.

The girl moved to leave but she stopped in her track. "Also," she added, "Please don't ever write something like that about me again. It's… creepy."

And then she did leave.

"Oh, oops." The mafioso shrugged, "I'm sure it was the alliteration's fault."

Taketori didn't answer. He had started sobbing and already, he couldn't find the strength to upkeep what little dignity he had left anymore. The older boy crumbled to the ground, looking thoroughly traumatised. His eyes were wide open, staring at the dirt on the ground and his arms were trembling slightly.

Believing the show to be over, the cloud of first years started dispersing, some still gossiping about what they had just witnessed. He high-fived a boy Viviane hadn't seen in class, a tall kid with a chipped ear. The two of them stood next to their victim for a while longer, only to give him their parting words.

"What a pathetic piece of trash you are," He spat, his nose wrinkled and his eyes full of repugnance, like he was watching beetles fight for a pile of dung. His cruel smile had long gone, as if he couldn't even be bothered to stretch it. "Weak shits like you have no place in this world. Don't pretend to be human, lick the ground like the dog you are."

Romantic goodbye settled, the two other boys lost interest in their toy and left it in the middle of the courtyard, for the janitor to pick up.

"Get it now?" Rinka, a new classmate of Viviane's, asked, leaning against the wall next to the window from which they had watched the show.

"What a brat." Viviane grimaced. She had no clue what the Vongola boss wanted her to teach him. Sawada Yoshimune was a damn good gangster already.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stepped into the shop. He was small, not just because he was fifteen and Viviane eighteen, but simply because he was small for his age. He was pretty thin too, with wide brown eyes that belonged on a kicked kitten. His hair was unnaturally fluffy, like some kind of spiky cotton candy. To be brief, all this accumulated to a very threatening appearance.

Viviane paled at the sight of that man.

"Ah, Yamamoto!" The boy lit up as he spotted his friend, he strolled to the table, "Gokudera was looking for you! Apparently the two of you-" The boy jerked backwards as he noticed Viviane for the first time. "HIEEE!"

Reborn kicked him too.

"That is not how a boss greets a fellow mafioso."

"You didn't have to kick me, Reborn…" The boy whined, sitting on the floor and rubbing his back, "Wait? Mafios-"

He looked up at Viviane, gulping. Viviane didn't move.

"S-S-Sorry for being rude!" The boy stuttered, straightening at once and giving her a little bow, "I-I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, nice to meet you! Please don't kill me!"

Reborn kicked him again, negating all of the boy's previous efforts to stand up.

"That was a weak greeting. Do it again."

"Eeeeh?" The boy squeaked. He looked at Viviane again, his eyes locking with hers.

It was them. It was those eyes. Those eyes that knew everything.

"Peter," Sky man started, "You've worked well tonight. Walk your sister back home once you retrieve her belongings and come back tomorrow after your morning lectures."

"Understood." Peter said, bowing deeply to his boss. He motioned to Viviane to follow him and she did, but not before giving Sky man a polite bow of her own. She didn't miss the wink Sky man gave her.

"Please don't blackmail me into joining the mafia!" Viviane heard herself beg before she could think. She tried bowing automatically but had completely forgotten she was sitting, and ended up just smashing her head violently against the table. Good thing the food wasn't there yet. "I'm too young to get screwed over by life like that!"

"Whoa!" Yamamoto exclaimed in surprise.

"Wh-Wha -" The young boss of the Vongola spluttered.

"Tch." Reborn clicked his tongue, "Looks like we have another dame-Tsuna."

"I'm sorry about the butter!" Viviane continued, her forehead still on the table, "Yoshi made me do it!"

"Wha- You're not making any sense. Reborn, she's not making any sense!"

"Are you okay?"

"I-I" Viviane struggled, the pain in her head growing, "We have to go… Run… Stupid… Mafia… Stupid stupid stupid… Stupid…"

"Reborn! I think she's collapsing!"

Something urgent… What was it? Where was he? Yoshi… Lightening… The ring…

Had she sat up already? She couldn't remember. Everything was dark.

"She has a fever!"

"We have a spare room. Let's put her there."

"I-Is that dried blood?"