This one is the most edited out of them all. I changed it so the Italian was changed to English, because I got some bad reviews over that. And I'm sorry about that... I got obsessed with the translator again ...;;

Haha. I loveeee this chapter~ I loved writing it and I hope you love reading it ;D Otherwise I will be very sad D: And sleepy. lol. It's only like 930 here but I'm already tired .=.

YOU SEE WHAT YOU DO TO ME!

Also. There is some yaoi at the beginning. D18 - Dino and Hibari. If you don't like it, you can get over it and start to love the sexiness :3 There's your warning :P

Anyway. Disclaimer: If I owned KHR, I would hate flashbacks of five minutes ago EVEN MORE THAN I ALREADY DO.

Kanai and Yamamoto walked hurriedly through the halls. Surprisingly, Hibari wasn't patrolling any of them. He must be with Dino, then. Kanai thought, not surprised in the least.

Her phone went off. She fumbled with it, trying to hold onto the device. She read the text on the touch screen—we're here, herbivores. If you're not here in one minute, I'll leave you here. Kanai wryly laughed. Hibari is one to keep his word.

She replied, For the last time, Kyoya. I am an omnivore. Then, she took Yamamoto's hand in hers and started sprinting toward the front door. The boy blushed darkly but said nothing. Barreling through the doors, into the sun, they ran as fast as they could toward the black car.

The doors opened and they jumped inside. Kanai landed atop Dino; Yamamoto fell on the floor in front of them. Kanai smirked.

"Hi, Dino."

"Hi, Ameni." His eyes were laughing. "Will you get off of me now?"

"Sure." She rolled off onto the seat beside him. "Yamamoto-kun! What'cha doing down there? Get over here!" She laughed. The brunette chuckled and crawled onto the seat beside her. The doors closed and they were off.

"Two seconds left. Not bad, herbivores." A voice (complimented?) from the other side of the car.

"I'm an omnivore, Kyoya. Get it right." Kanai smiled. I love these guys; they know how to change the mood—even if Kyoya denies it. Her eyes darted to both their faces. Dino only had eyes for the disciplinary. Kyoya, however, was scanning the car, observing.

"Kyoya~! Why don't you come over here with us?" The blond coerced.

"I hate crowding."

"Then I guess I'll just come to you~" That's exactly what the Italian did. Kanai took Dino's place and pulled her legs up on the seat, as she was now in the corner. Yamamoto took advantage of the room she gave him, relaxing a bit more.

The Cavallone boss wrapped an arm around Hibari; he pushed it away. Dino pouted childishly. Kanai caught his gaze and she winked. Dino smirked. In a fraction of a second, he pulled the teen into his lap, his arms around his hips securely to keep him in place. Hibari's eyes widened, and narrowed, before he began to struggle in his lover's arms. The blond only laughed and laid his chin on the younger's shoulder.

Kanai thought the guardian gave up too easily. He crossed his arms and glared at the door of the car, like it should've saved him. But he didn't try to shrug off the Italian or argue with him. Well, it is Dino, after all. She reasoned with her mind. He has ways. Her inner side nodded fervently and then they both dropped the matter.

The teacher looked back over to Yamamoto, to only see that he was staring at her. She smiled comfortingly, and squeezed his hand. Some of the tension left him, and he was able to give a small smile. Then she looked back to Dino and Hibari.

"Where are we going this time, Dino?" She asked. He looked up from the teen's neck and to her eyes, surprised.

"Hm? Oh, we're going to my house." He winked. Kanai laughed.

"You finally got a mansion here? I'm happy for you. When will we get there? I want to see it." She asked excitedly. Her behavior made him chuckle and he hugged Hibari just a bit closer.

"We should be there soon." He looked up to Hibari, and pressed his lips to the other's shoulder. She smiled.

FOLDED, FOLDED, FOLDED, FOLDED! FOLDED, FOLDED, FOLDED, FOLDED!

They pulled up to the mansion gates. Kanai was thoroughly surprised at the estate. It was very Japan-oriented, yet there were some Italian touches. The driveway was polished cobblestone, long and winding. Then the mansion itself was like a Japanese barn house, but much larger and . . . fancier, per say.

The car drove around the small fountain in the middle of the now circular driveway and stopped in front of the home. Yamamoto opened the door and stepped out. He held a hand out to Kanai, and she graciously took it with a smile. He helped her outside of the luxury vehicle.

She didn't let go of his hand.

They waited for the other two and then followed Dino into the mansion. He led them around the foyer and through the dining room, a sitting room, and into a corridor with many doors. He came to one, pulled out a key, and unlocked it. He pushed the door open and gestured for them to come inside.

THE MORE YOU SHOOT, THE MORE I SMILE, JUST LET THE BULLETS PENETRATE.

The room was a comfortable sitting room, but more office-like. Like a conference room, but less business-y. It was more Italian than Japanese, with the intricate ornate rugs and beautiful paintings. The seating was off to the right, crème-colored footrests and poofy leather armchairs. There was a glass coffee table in the middle of them, the wood legs of the table carved with elaborate patterns. It was quite modern.

They all sat down in different chairs, Yamamoto next to Kanai, then Hibari and Dino. The teacher, who hated silence, found the iHome almost immediately and attached her phone to it, and started a song to calm her nerves. The music was turned down to background sound, and she sat back in her chair, satisfied.

Dino surveyed the two sitting in front of him. The swordsman seemed apprehensive, tense. Kanai, however, took no note of this and was looking about the room, seeming just as ADD-like as usual. The boss smirked; she's just as freaked out as Yamamoto is. I can see it in her eyes, though she hides it well. Hibari brought him out of his thoughts.

"What am I here for?" he asked monotonously. His blue eyes slowly fell on the Cavallone.

"Because you don't know much about me, even though you're usually there when, eh, things happen. I think you also have a right to know everything." Kanai answered like it was obvious, but politely. The brunette only nodded to her.

"Well, Ameni. Where would you like for us to start?" Dino asked. Kanai thought for a moment—all eyes were on her. The teacher bit her lip.

"The very beginning. I'd like to get some exposition in first before the conflict." She smirked, but the seriousness was still in her blue eyes. The blond nodded. "Well . . . I used to be a full-blooded Mafioso." She started. Yamamoto's eyes widened, and Hibari only raised a brow. "I was best for reconnaissance missions, because I was (and still am) stealthy and can gather information on the enemy quickly.

"I was also good at fighting. I used a kusarigama, a ninjato, and a sword. I was pretty good at hand-to-hand combat, but I preferred my kusarigama best. That being said, I went on assassination missions as well as being thrown into combat to defend my Family." Her eyes glazed over, her voice pensive now as she was taken by her memories into her past.

FLASHBACK TIEM

"Ameni-chan! Ameni-chan!" My voice was being called from the hall. The person beat on my door loudly as I tried to sleep.

"What the fuck do you want? It's three in the morning!" I yelled at the intruder. The door flung open to reveal Yuuka. She ran up to my bed and literally dragged my limp body onto the ground.

"There's an attack! Someone is attacking the base!" She shouted in my ear. The idea of sleep, before so comforting and close, slipped from my mind. I jumped up from the floor and stared at her.

"Well why didn't you yell that down the halls? I would've woken up sooner!" I tripped up over my clothes and fell on my face. Ow. Yuuka probably would've laughed at me if an enemy Family hadn't been trying to kill us all.

I scrambled to my closet and pulled on some random gear. I looked back over to my best friend, who was still frozen in the middle of my room. "Oi. Yuuka, sweetie. Go alert Dad—err, the boss and tell him that we need more fighting power. Make yourself useful." She stared at me. Never mind. She's fucking useless. "YUUKA." I yelled. "GO. NOW." I grabbed my kusarigama and my sword, my ninjato already in hand as I pushed past all the other bitches trying to get outside.

The fighting outside was horrible. There was gore everywhere. Spilled blood and organs stained the scene. It smelled like death. I breathed a prayer for my friends and Family. Then, I lit my ring with flame and screamed, charging the enemy.

FLASHBACK TIEM OVAR

Dino's head was lowered as he remembered the day. Hibari just sat there as he listened. Yamamoto had his whole body facing her, absorbed in the whole story she was whispering. She came back to reality in sluggish, measured minutes. Her black-blue hair curtained her face; her head fell forward and a sniff followed her movements.

She slumped back, though, a hand pushing back her bangs. A bland, humorless laugh came through her mouth and she wiped the moisture from her eyes.

"We did win over the enemy, though half of our fighting and defensive force was gone by then. I was cutting down everything in my fucking sight, running well past enemy lines to get to the stronger men and women. I was literally just tossing my kusarigama around, cutting heads clean off their necks for my own satisfaction; plunging my ninjato into their hearts, and my sword slicing their torsos from their legs." She made a swinging motion of a sword and a crude smile was plastered on her mouth. A shrill bout of laughter passed her lips and she once again fell back against the leather armchair.

"I was one scary son-of-a-bitch back then." Her mouth closed in a smirk and she shook her head. Kanai was still giggling under her breath, and Dino wondered if he really hadn't sealed the mark after all. "Anyway," her voice became serious again, "after the attack, we began praying for our lost loved ones, burying what was left of the dead, all that jazz. My father, the boss, was injured badly. His chest had been cut open, his stomach was lacerated severely, and one arm and a few fingers were broken, all accompanying a concussion.

"It wasn't a fun month, to be honest. I didn't even get to celebrate my birthday because I (along with many others) was helping tend to my father." She was interrupted now, by Yamamoto.

"Where was your mother in all this?" His brows were furrowed slightly. How cute.

"Ahhh, Mama. Well, Mama did love Dad, I know she did; her eyes said everything for her. But once she knew, she didn't want to get mixed up in all the Mafia business. She wanted to take me back to Italy with her. I was torn. I wanted to be with Dad and the Mafia—I thought it was so cool back then, I was such a dork—but I didn't want Mama to leave.

"So, I walked up to her, my seven-year-old self, and said to her, 'we'll see each other again, Mama; when I'm older, or maybe in a different life. Promise?' and I held out my pinkie to her. I remember she started crying. She did link pinkies with me, though.

"She said, 'of course, Ameni. I promise we will.' She hugged me and Dad, and we took her to the airport. We kissed cheeks, and she kissed Dad. I still haven't gone to see her yet. There's a bit too much going on." She almost started crying. But Kanai took a deep breath, and sighed. "I think she might be scared that I've already died."

"You lived in Italy?" Dino asked. Even he didn't know that. The teacher gave him a smile, a sad one, but a smile still.

"Yeah. I was raised there. Italy's such a beautiful place. I would've killed to get a mission there." She smirked at her own pun. "I was born in Greece; I don't remember the name of the city anymore. Started with an E or something. Mama moved to Italy around a month later. We lived in Padua. We weren't that far from La Basilica de San Antonio de Padua. Beautiful church, that is.

"Mama and I loved to travel. On the weekends, we'd go to Venice. During the summer, we'd go to Greece and Spain. I remember once we went to Germany; it's so cool there." She smiled and made hand gestures—she was really getting into her story. "So, one weekend in Venice, Mama got a phone call while we were in the hotel. I was around twelve at the time.

FLASHBACK TIEM PART TWO

I sat on the bed quietly, with a book in my hand. I loved it in Venice; it was so beautiful. I still loved Padua more, but it was one of my favorites. I had just started reading when Mama's cell phone rang. She wasn't around. I flipped it open.

"Hello, Mama's not with me right now. Who's calling?" I asked. The man on the other line started sputtering nonsense and sighed. Then he tried again, but failed. I laughed; he didn't seem to know Italian too well. I waited for another moment, about to hang up, before another person took the phone from the culture shocked man.

"Ameni. Find your mother and give her the phone. It's urgent." I stood there, and wondered about this new man that knew my name. It worried me that he wanted to talk to Mama, but I let it drop for the time being.

"Mama!" I called out into the hotel room. "Mama! Where are you?"

"In the bathroom, sweetie!" She yelled back. I ran down the hall and beat on the door.

"Mama! Mama! There's a man on the phone that wants to talk to you! He says it's urgent!" Immediately, the door was opened and the phone snatched from my hand. Mama walked with long strides out to the balcony.

They started conversing in . . . Japanese? What for? I didn't know the language very well, so I could only listen to the white noise it created. I fell back onto the bed and waited.

Mama started crying. I wonder why. "Mama? What's wrong?" She didn't answer me. So I waited some more.

A long, drawn-out while later, Mama cut the line on her phone. She walked back inside; the phone fell from her hand onto the carpet. She walked up to me, and hugged me. It was a hard, secure grip—like if she let go I would disappear.

"Mama?" I asked tentatively. She was scaring me.

"Ameni…" She sighed. Her grip faltered, and her hands slid down to lightly grasp my forearms. "I'm so sorry. You have to go back to Japan."

FLASHBACK TIEM PART TWO OVAR

Kanai folded her hands together. She had her legs criss-crossed in her chair, and she was looking off into the distance. Dino translated all the Italian for the other two boys, who didn't know the tongue.

Yamamoto paid much attention to Kanai's stories. They were interesting, and (as horrible as the subject may be) he loved hearing more about her past—uncovering the truth, possibly?

Hibari also listened closely. He would never admit that he was becoming fascinated by this . . . herbivore's life, nor that he was growing more fond of her the more he had to listen to all this. It was a secret he would keep to himself.

Kanai made herself known once again. "I yelled at Mama that I didn't want to go—I wanted to stay in Padua and Venice with her. She agreed with me, and added 'but we have to. For the sake of the Family.' I didn't like the tone she used when she said that. It was too vague.

"So I asked her. 'Do you mean our family? Or . . . the Mafia Family?' She stepped back in fearful astonishment. 'W-what? I . . . I—how do you know about that!' 'I asked Dad about it one day. I was wondering why there were so many people I didn't know at home. That's when he explained it to me.'

"'So this is about the Mafia Family, isn't it?' Slowly, she nodded. Her green eyes were wide, and she finally stopped pulling at her blonde hair. I looked just like her, except I had Dad's eyes."

"Wait. So your hair was never black?" Yamamoto asked. She shook her head.

"I was blonde until I left Italy. I had to dye it because all these creepers were coming after me. It's surprising how a simple hair color can deter thousands of exceptionally trained hitmen." She sighed. "Anyway. I had become quite emotionless. My face was stoic and my voice low as I went on. 'Dad wants me back so I can fight.' It wasn't a question or speculation. It was stated—a fact.

"Mama tried to argue with me, so I didn't know as much. But I retaliated, 'It's pretty obvious. What else would I have to go back for?' I didn't mean it to sound so harsh. My eyes welled up as I finally realized that I had to go back. Mama hugged me again and told me to go to sleep. We packed our bags the next morning and we left to Japan." Kanai paused in her story, taking a few breaths.

"It felt like Hell, going through Customs, then waiting, then having our flight called and waiting some more, then flying off and waiting even more to land. I was never perverse to planes, though, so I slept most the time. And walked. I harassed the other passengers some, but Mama told me to stop so I never got any real fun out of that.

"When we landed, it wasn't Dad who was waiting for us. I could understand that; Mafia bosses have things to do, right?" Dino nodded and Kanai chuckled. "It was one of the guys that I hung out with a lot—I don't remember what his name was. But whatever it was, I yelled it and like attacked him from the side. Nearly fell over, that guy. We rode back to his base with a bunch of people I didn't know. When I got there, I ran away from Mama to find Dad.

"Of course, he was in his office doing paperwork. I burst through the door and yelled 'Dad~!' I jumped on him, and he was laughing. 'Hello, my little Ameni. How was your flight?' I groaned. 'Horrible! It was way too long!' He laughed at me again. 'Well, that's okay. All flights are like that. Where's your mother, do you know?' I nodded quickly. 'I left her at the entrance. She's probably still with Cameron.'—" She cut herself off. "THAT'S his name! Cameron!" She smiled and Dino laughed, gesturing for her to finish.

"Well, Dad and I went to find Mama and Cameron. We found them . . . I don't remember where. But we did. And Mama and Dad kissed and walked away, starting to talk in Japanese again. I remember cursing the language for not letting me understand it," A giggle. "I talked to Cameron for a while and taught him some more Italian while we waited for my parents. Cameron was tall and kind of tan—he was fully Egyptian by descent but he was born in Japan. He had blond, shaggy hair—kind of like yours, but more . . . surfer-looking." She pointed at the (other) Italian and gestured at his hair.

"We stayed at Dad's base for almost a month. I got my room back and I changed the design and everything—Cameron helped me with it. Mama wasn't happy here though. I didn't really care where I was at; I still had Mama. But a few days before the end of July Mama wanted to go home and take me back. I had gone to Japan and I was supposed to stay there, but Mama didn't like that idea too well. Then I told her we'll see each other again and . . . yeah. We've come full circle." She looked at everyone in the room. Yamamoto was completely enraptured, Hibari was interested but he didn't show it (or he tried not to), and Dino had heard all this before so he wasn't fazed.

"So . . . should we start with the conflict now?" Dino asked.

"I guess we should."

ECCO CHE TORNO NEL TUO GREMBO, AVVOLTA NELLA LUCE MORBIDA DEL TUO VENTRE. E DORMO, E SONGO.

END CH IV

Songs: 1901 - Phoenix, The Simple Art of Making You Mine - Blowsight, and Luna Piena - Shikata Akiko. The Italian lyrics mean "So I go back into your womb, wrapped in the soft light of your belly. And sleep, and dream." Beautiful, right? xD

This is the last installment of meticulous editing. I hope these chapters are better than their predecessors. :3 Reviews for sexy Yamamoto (or possibly D18 doujins if you ask ;D)