Ya'll are slave drivers, ya know that.

Anyways, getting on to Yuki's pov. Hope it turns out well.

Enjoy.

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Yuki didn't pay much attention to many of the things that had happened since waking up earlier. She was still sort of trying to come to grips with her demise and supposed 'rebirth' in this somewhat familiar and yet at the same time- so utterly strange world that she somewhat seemed to know.

She said somewhat because she had been able to connect certain faces and names to the people around her. The tall dark haired man that had treated her roughly before, his name was Reborn. He was a mafia hit man/tutor. A cursed being who had lived countless lives thanks to being an Arcobaleno.

The girl's whom had dressed her and done her hair and make-up were known as Bianchi and Kyoko.

The silver haired kid was supposed to be the overprotective/over zealous self proclaimed right hand of one Sawada Tsuna... Which everyone seemed to think she was. Including the tall dark haired and grey eyed teen pulling her along behind him as he walked down the street.

Her mind had mad an instant connection to him due to his expressiveness and his behavior. He was better known as the Rain guardian, Yamamoto Takeshi.

And while easily one of the most likable and easy going out of all the people Sawada Tsuna was surrounded by- he also stood on equal ground with Reborn and several others in terms of being dangerous due to his natural latent abilities as a hit man.

But none of that was really the point here. Though she was sure that what knowledge she had of each person may come in handy later on. If she managed to stay alive long enough.

No the point here was that she was trying her hardest not to freak out about her current situation. Because while it wasn't as bad as her previous situation- it was still pretty damn bad. Especially since she had no real way of explaining her presence in the Sawada household or how exactly Tsuna had somehow managed to magically change into a girl overnight.

In fact if anything, she feared what would happen when Reborn's DNA tests came back showing her to be an imposter. Would the Vongola imprison her? Torture her? Maybe even kill her if she couldn't tell them what had happened to Tsuna?

The very thought alone made her stomach tie itself up in knots as a soft whimper escaped her throat, causing the Rain guardian to slow his steps and turn his head to look at her. His grey eyes accessing, calculating, probing into the very depths of her being before he stopped moving and gently pulled on her arm until she stood directly in front of him. And then placed his hands on her slender shoulders and said very softly, "Shhh. It's okay. I know."

She looked up at him, her teal/blue eyes blinking at him. Not really understanding what he was saying to her when he repeated his last words a bit more firmly.

"I. Know." And he did to some degree though he had yet to come up with any ideas on how Tsuna and Yuki had somehow changed places like they had. But he couldn't dismiss certain possibilities. The ten minute bazooka that the kid Lambo ran around with being one possibility. Another was that Yuki was Tsuna's kid. Or even his great, great, great gand kid. Or maybe even a clone.

And then there was the possibility that she was Tsuna. But from a different reality. And if any of that happened to be the case- he and the others would have to take extra good care of Yuki until they could figure out what had happened to cause the exchange and whether or not they could get Tsuna back.

"Until we can figure things out, I'll protect you." Takeshi said as he slid one hand up to muss her bangs a bit before dropping his hand and grasping her wrist and beginning to walk again, this time at a much slower pace. Matching his suddenly somber mood.

Less that fifteen minutes later, Takeshi was slipping into his family restaurant with Yuki hesitantly peeking further inside of the cozy exterior of the building from just inside the door as he greeted his dad and gave his a quick 'this is Yuki, Tsuna's adopted sister' intro.

Deciding that though he hated lying to his dad he couldn't exactly go ahead and say, 'this is Tsuna, don't mind the skirt' or 'this is Tsuna's clone or kid or grandkid (again, don't mind the skirt)' especially since his pop was far sharper about lies than he was as of yet.

So the whole 'adopted sister' story suited his purposed best for the moment. Besides he knew that after everything Tsuna had done for him- his pop would welcome Yuki and treat her as if she were one of his own.

Once he was done, Takeshi walked back to where he had left Yuki standing, noting how she had pressed her back against the door and was attempting to look as small as possible and motioned for her to come out of hiding so that his pop could meet her.

Hesitating again, he waited patiently until she moved away from the wall and slyly slid an arm around her slender shoulders so that he could maneuver her over to stand in front of the counter where his dad had been working on making some more sushi for his customers that he knew would appear around the lunch time rush.

"Dad, this is Yuki." Takeshi said pleasantly as his pop set his knife aside for a moment to smile down at the nervous girl his son more or less had pinned against his side.

"Hello." Yuki said awkwardly, trying to be as polite as possible without showing any of the fear and strain that she was actually feeling. She wasn't sure if she did much of a good job despite being well versed in hiding her feelings. Maybe it was because this whole situation was scary as hell. Or maybe it was because she was so out of practice with others that she couldn't hide anything worth a damn anymore.

She didn't know. But Takeshi's dad seemed to sense something was off as he nicely- and that was putting it somewhat lightly in her opinion- told his son to go make some tea for the two of them while he took a few minutes to make them both some food and talked to Yuki for a bit.

Takeshi looked from his pop to Yuki for a second, seeming reluctant to leave the room since he felt something was a bit off about her too, but inevitably caved under his father's stare and quickly excused himself to go do as he was bid as his dad walked around the counter. Wiping his hands on his work apron as he went, and moved to stand beside her and asked, "What happened?"

Causing the girl to blink her unusual colored eyes at him, her expression confused until he said in a very serious tone, "You're hurt. I can't see it but I can feel it. You're scared, and hurt, and unsure of things at the moment... You can tell me what happened. I promise you that whatever you tell me won't leave this room."

Yuki shook her head no. She didn't want to talk about it. She didn't even want to remember it.

All those weeks of torture, dismemberment, and then death- even recalling the experience was almost enough to cause a psychotic break in her. So no- she definitely didn't want to think or talk about it and she would greatly appreciate it if everyone just left her the hell ALONE!

Yamamoto's pop watched her for a moment, waiting to see what she would do or say when he realized that she wasn't going to say or do anything in regards to whatever had wounded her so. Eyes narrowing slightly as he made the mental note to warn his son to be very careful with her- he sighed and then placed a hand on one of her shoulders, taking note of how slender she was underneath her clothing.

And made another mental note to see to it that she gained a bit of weight every time she visited. Which would be fairly often if he had his way.