Paramnesia
A/N: My trade secret is Unravel acoustic one hour version on Youtube, repeated five times. (cries cause peeps are getting deep in the comments section)
"You're not planning to skip the challenge, are you?" Reborn asked suspiciously. The brown-haired girl looked, if anything, bored, on her first day back to school. A can of lemonade was clutched loosely in her hand, as she looked up at the clouds. A small tilt of her lips alerted Reborn that he probably should practice reading body languages more.
"Hm. Does it benefit me if I go?" She asked quietly. "What would I gain from it, other than satisfy Mochida Kensuke's desire to humiliate me?" Which is, by the way, an imbecile coward's actions, because who would send a challenge to a fragile and weak girl with no memories and skill in kendo, a kendo duel challenge? So perhaps Reborn did not need that extra practice in reading body languages...
"You will gain experience," Reborn graced her with a reply. "Experiences which I deem you need, as the stepping stones to surviving that world." Going against his better judgement, Reborn let the words tumble out of his mouth.
"So, do you trust me in that?"
She took a sip of her lemonade, made a face at the taste of it, and with a flick of her wrist, sent the half-full can into the nearest bin. Reborn watched as the yellow can took its flight, and Tsunayume caught his gaze. An amused smile docked her face. "It was too sweet," she offered enigmatically, and walked off. Only she would say a lemonade was too sweet.
Reborn shook himself off the stupor after a moment, realising that the girl had evaded answering his question, then wondered why he felt disappointed at not being able to receive a reply. A sigh escaped the child's lips. Why, and how, did he even come to care for that idiot Iemitsu's daughter? He had come to Namimori, Japan, expecting a student who has abysmal grades and a clumsy streak not worst than his previous student's, with a smile when uncovered, could light up like a thousand watt bulb. He had definitely not come expecting a girl with untold scars on her wrists, a sealed past, and a quiet smile that came rarer than the blue moon itself. Oh, and don't forget the sarcastic streak that ran longer than the length of the two Americas itself.
At times like this – or rather, Reborn would state in blunt words, when he was actually confused for once, he would consult his old advice. Follow your instincts, then your heart. The child sat down, leaning against the wall as he pondered about recent events. He did follow his instincts, by dropping in the flyer on time instead of later. Follow your heart. Did he? Leon nuzzled Reborn's neck, and a small hand came up to pat the green chameleon almost absent-mindedly on his head.
The chameleon flicked its tongue out and captured a fly, before turning into a gun abruptly. Reborn looked down at the gun in his hands with concealed surprise. "Leon?" He coaxed. "What's wrong?" The gun did not give a response, so the hit-man just sighed and pulled out a handkerchief to start polishing the surface of the metal.
The girl had always been missing a father figure, even before she lost her memories. Then it clicked – like a calibre into a gun. He smirked, and the gun took its time to morph into a green chameleon, who curled up lazily in his hands and sunned himself.
"Thank you, Leon." He said softly, letting the animal clamber its way up to his fedora before he stood up.
Follow his heart. Oh, he would definitely do that. Not out of obligation from the Ninth's order – but from his own desire to help the girl.
"You think I'd make a good mentor, Leon?" He asked rhetorically.
A lazy flick of the tongue elicited a chuckle out of the hit-man.
"So you've turned up," Mochida smirked haughtily from his place in the court. A crowd – no, more like half the school had turned up. The rumours mill in this school sure does work fast, I thought dryly to myself.
"No, obviously I haven't, seeing as someone had to point out the obvious," I said, sarcasm spilling over. A few chuckles were heard from the crowd, and senpai turned red with anger. A mocking smile formed on my face, and my confident façade slipping right into place as I walked forward to face him directly.
Mochida gritted his teeth at me, before straightening up importantly, coughing into his fist. "Well, since it's an official duel and all -"
"I didn't know you thought so highly of me to make it official -" I drawled.
"There would, of course be a prize for the winner," he smirked deviously, and I felt a corner of my lips curl in distaste. The crowd around us in the gym seem to have expanded, and I caught a wave in the corner of my eyes. Averting my eyes from the pompous brat in front of me, I spy Kurokawa and Sasagawa at the side, the latter looking worried, her hands clutched nervously in front of her torso. I nodded respectfully at them, before turning back to the self-important git who continued talking.
"- and of course, the prize will be Sasagawa Kyoko!" My eyes snapped back to the orange-haired girl, who paled. Kurokawa bristled, looking ready to strangle the innocent judge in front of her.
"Oi, how dare you use Kyoko as a prize!" She growled, waving her fist in the air angrily. Mochida paid her no heed. My eyes narrowed, and I felt a pinch in my heart.
"Now, since you're a beginner, once you get one point off me, I'll count it as your victory. Pass the gears to her-"
"Hey," I muttered darkly, straightening up from my lackadaisical position, my eyes narrowing into what I hoped was a convincing glare. But alas, I had no time to practice glares with this face on, so...
Mochida stopped, daring to raise an insufferable eyebrow at me. "What?" He snapped.
I smiled cheerfully, and felt, rather than see, the ring of people closest to the court take a subconscious step back. "What is a prize?"
He looked confused for a moment. "Haven't you been listening? It's Kyoko-"
"I asked," my voice dropping a few notes lower, "what is a prize, not the prize."
He let anger clout his features for awhile, before sneering at me. "It's something you win at the end of challenge, or has losing your memories done too good a job on you?" A gasp resounded around the gym from the insensitive words that tumbled out of the male's mouth, but I only lifted a shoulder, uncaring.
"Ding-ding, point to Idiot Mochida for being an idiot and giving a simplistic answer as any kindergarten kid is able to," before he could even process the reply, I grinned happily, teeth showing and possibly with glowing cheeks as well. "It's something to be coveted, something to be desired by the competitors, as you're too much of an uneducated plebeian to know." A few in the crowd flinched at the plain insult, knowing how much of a bully and unreasonable fuck the senior was.
Mochida turned red at the insult again, his fists clenching as he reined himself in from possibly throwing his body at me. The crowd burst into whispers and mutters.
My grin dropped. "Do I, in any way, look like I desire Sasagawa Kyoko?" I questioned quietly, and the buzzing noise of conversation in the crowd died down, replaced by a slightly stunned silence.
"Well?" I asked impatiently, crossing my arms over my torso. "To tell you plainly, since obviously, your brain would not be able to take the work needed to work out such a question – I don't. Never did, and never will. If you're the only one who covets the prize, it hardly makes this official duel fair, does it?" I smiled mockingly.
"Sawada," he bristled threateningly. "Don't go over the line-"
"Oh?" I questioned loudly, my voice echoing in the hall. "Now I'm going over the line?" Putting in a gasp for good measure, my hand went up to cover my mouth. "But Mochida-senpai, you were the one who set all the rules for this duel, as well as the so-called prize. But how can it be a prize if I don't want it?"
"Sawada!" Mochida shouted, losing his temper. "Just shut up and duel!"
I hate this kind of men. A ripple of disgust ran through my heart.
"Ah?" I tilted my head, drawling out the note slowly, letting out the sneer I have been holding back. "Tell me, did Sasagawa-san agree to it? Did she agree to being a prize?" I stepped forward slowly, one step at a time, timed perfectly to induce the most intimidating aura I could manage. His eye twitched as he consciously tried not to step back.
"If not, is she an object? Does she deserve to be treated this way by your pompous arse? Is this discrimination against woman – not allowing them to speak, to act, to make their own choices?" My voice rose with each passing sentence. "Do you know the United Nations issued laws for gender equality? Do you know I can sue you for what you've said, and I'm sure some students here in this very gym would be glad to testify?" I took a breath slowly, Mochida actually inching backwards from my onward assault as I got closer to him.
"You want a duel? Fine!" The anger lashed out from my body through my voice – all the while, with the words 'these kinds of people are the worst' repeating like a mantra in her mind. My hand reached out to do a chop at his wrist, and in surprise, his grip loosened and I brandished his own sword at him.
"Let me use your prized sword then, to level out the unfairness in this duel." He was too shocked to reply to me, so I turned and walked back to my own side, gesturing for the gaping judge to start the duel.
Mochida closed his mouth, then readied to open it again to yell at me for getting his sword. I narrowed my eyes at him and tightened the grip on the sword, and he made a wise decision to gesture for an underclassman to get another one.Fucking landslide coming down won't stop me from beating up that stick-up-his-arse.
The duel started without problem, and I raised the light sword in barely proper position with little care but burning determination to teach this fucking useless bastard a lesson in life.
Then a shot rang out, and everything became dark.
"Why aren't you wearing your glasses, Sherré?" She paused, then looked straight into the eyes of Tristabel.
"Because I don't need another layer to be able to see the truth." And through your lies. What was unsaid went unsaid.
Evelyn laughed – no, screeched, passing the words off as some profound thing that Sherré liked to say a lot. Did being discontent someone really come with the entire package of disliking everything they did? Sherré held in a sigh at that. Just her luck that the next day straight after the endurance run, they had a class outing, and she had agreed to travel there together with the usual group. Grace got off the phone then, and shrugged helplessly.
"It seems we have to take a cab there. We're lost." Sherré did not have to restrain much to keep in her snide remark at that. Now that she thought of it, being with the group, she more often than not, kept a leash on her sarcastic thoughts so that they did not slip out accidentally.
"Okay," Tristabel agreed easily. "Let's go."
"Where's the taxi stand?"
Evelyn gave Sherré a dubious look, pointing right in front. "Can't you see?"
"Yes, obviously I can, when just two seconds ago I told you why I removed my glasses." Obviously not a tight leash she had there.
The popular girl in school look stunned, before the other girls quickly pushed her forward to the stand, not aware of the short conversation. Sherré stood in place, watching their backs getting smaller by the second.
Is there any wonder why I find that familiar now?
"Tania, did you watch that latest drama?" Sherré asked, grinning from ear to ear. A wide smile broke upon the former girl's face. "Yes! I can tell it's gonna be a big hit!"
Calliope stalked forward and planted herself on the desk beside Tania's, her face dark and her posture rigid and unhappy. Sherré decided to take the plunge after exchanging a curious expression with Tania. "What's wrong, Cali?" She started gently.
Her nostrils seems to flare with the very idea of recalling what happened – even though she probably was doing the very thing before the blatant question. "Nothing," the surly reply got thrown on the desk, battered from use. You know, we can't help you or do anything unless you say something, Sherré thought, but kept it in wisely. She would say what she wants to in due time, but for now, I can guess.
Her gaze went to another girl with a high ponytail, chatting amicably with another girl outside the class – Sarina. Out of the corner of her eyes, Sherré saw Tania shrug. "Well, Cali, we were talking bout the latest drama." The usual three seconds delay, Sherré counted in her head dully, before the fixing of a smile on her face, then inclining her head thirty degrees towards the person speaking, but eyes still fixed on some goodness forsaken random point.
"Hm?" She prompted, and Tania launched into a summary since in her opinion, Calliope was an impudent fool for not watching such bejewelled gem (by the way, a bejewelled gem is technically not possible, since a gem is already a jewel..., but Sherré wisely kept that remark in).
"I am so excited for the next episode!" Tania gushed, and Sherré watched their conversation with a quiet disposition as the conversation moved forward to desultory topics such as their grade school extracurriculars activities, what songs they sang in choir, what they did in grade school...
"Oh, by the way, Sher, why aren't you with Tristabel and the others?" The smile on Sherré's face fell, but a conscious effort and thought kept it up immediately the next second. Calliope narrowed her eyes at that slip, and the girl quickly averted her eyes to meet Tania's, who was smiling at her phone's screen, not aware of the sore and very fresh topic it brought up.
"Oh...uh, just squad-hopping." She quickly made her smile more convincing. "I do have other friends, y'know."
Tania did not give any indication that she heard, instead more interested in scrolling through the listings of an online shopping website. Sherré let her smile fall slowly, before her eyes drifted to the window outside, watching the clouds passing by without a care in the world.
She suddenly felt very dirty, tainted with the sins of the world, watching the pure entity of a cloud pass by. What right did she have to lay her eyes on something so pure? Her muscles tensed, and her arms went around to hug herself, her shoulders hunching defensively, as if to protect something precious that was deep in her. What could be precious in me? She thought desperately, it's just a ball of muck and sins mashed together inside, so why am I trying to hold on to it so tightly?
"Not even the clouds are pure, you know." Sherré's dark-brown eyes snapped up to meet Calliope's – but the latter's eyes were fixed on the lazy, drifting clouds as well. "They pee on everyone when they feel like it. Worst sin anyone can ever commit."
A strangle of a laughter forced its way out of the bespectacled girl's throat, and soon she was giggling like she had just heard the funniest joke in the world. Tears slipped from her eyes unknowingly, and she wiped them, knowing they were not from laughter and with gratitude.
Tania looked up, surprised at the sudden giggling. "Did I miss something?"
Calliope moved her gaze to the curious girl, before a smirk stretched her lips. "Just telling Sherré to get a bath, and that we'll be there waiting with a towel and fresh clothes."
Sherré didn't know what got into her, but she erupted into another fit of giggles at the analogy. Tania laughed, although for a totally different reason, before going back to her phone. Her giggles soon died down, and she offered a grateful smile to the smirking girl.
"Thank you," you did always know me best, she added silently in her head, then resumed to watch the clouds.
"I slipped down a slope," Sherré laughed sheepishly. Calliope deadpanned as the former started to check her shirt for any twigs or leaves, other than the small mud spots on her shirt and her trussed hair.
"How on earth, pray tell, did you slip down a slope on the way here?" Even saying it made it sound ridiculous, Calliope Young thought to herself with a sigh. Sherré laughed amusedly. "I tried to take the shortcut, but accidentally picked the side of the slope that's the steepest, and slipped off."
She facepalmed, mumbling something that sounded like 'shouldn't have asked'. The girl in question only laughed and took her homework and other paraphernalia out. The girls were sitting in a chain fast food restaurant, having agreed to studying together on Labour Day, when school let them off for a day.
Calliope's hand dragged off her face when she realised what she had to do next. Her exasperated smile dropped off quickly. "Sherré, I have something important I need to show you." The black-haired girl looked up, and blinked curiously at the serious expression on the other girl's face.
"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly.
"Here," Calliope grimaced as she keyed in what was needed in her phone, and passed it to the girl in front of her. She watched quietly as the girl took in what was displayed on the phone. Sherré did not seem like it – but she picked things up fast, and made her own hypothesis. "Cali, this-" she raised her head, her eyes seeking for answers but not holding the note of panic the former had expected. Instead, a glint of betrayal hid in the mist of her eyes.
She forced herself to hold the gaze. "Sherré, Tristabel and her bunch are bad. They are the worst of the gossips and anything out there – I know, because Tristabel transferred into my class in second year, and I new Evelyn since the first year." She gauged the girl's reaction carefully, but continued.
"They are bitches, Sher... I thought they'd treat you well – you looked fine with them, and I made the mistake of leaving you with them. Since near the start of this year, they created this chat group in which only Tristabel, Evelyn and Grace are in to gossip behind your back – and others, too, of course. I have no idea why they thought it was a good idea to add me in, but I can't deny that I love gossiping, and Tristabel probably knew that, and thought it was a good idea to put me in to fuel their gossip mill.
"They were talking behind everyone's backs... And ever since the run, they have turned their attention to you. I don't want you to be ignorant of how they are treating you, Sher, so I'm telling you this now." Calliope noticed how she kept glancing down at the phone clutched in her hand, and she pressed her lips together reluctantly. "Read the messages, it might help you to understand better."
Calliope watched as Sherré's eyes went from left to right, up to down, reading the mindless gossip, sure that even though those words were as harmless as paper, once used in the right angle and way, they hurt like knives.
It felt like everything was burning – like I was stepping on fire and the surroundings were on flames and my body was enveloped by the fiery wisps – my body were the flames.
It burns, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I acknowledged that I should be feeling scared, apprehensive and pain from the flames licking at me. But nothing hurt, just the incessant burning and every inch of my wision filled with every shade of orange anyone can imagine. I felt light, as if I was floating above a sea of flames – but I couldn't even see my hands or arms or any sight of my body.
Where is this place? Weren't I at school – the gym, dueling Mochida? Then – then a gun shot rang out, I realised, and it is possible that I fell unconscious. Apology crept into my heart – I really wanted to help Sasagawa and give that bastard a beating. Now – all those words for nothing. A resigned sigh escaped me.
A nagging at the back of my mind told me that no, I was supposed to feel panicky, because one moment I am standing in a gym and another I am in some place on fire. The logical part of my mind told me to run away, find an exit, but the flames – I can't believe I'm saying this – felt soothing and warm.
Soon enough, I felt my body get heavier and heavier. My eyes drooped.
Am I dying? ...again...?
My eyes snapped open, and the flames were not a soothing and calming orange any more – instead a roaring dark orange. If they had a voice, surely they would be screaming and crying at me. The sound of roaring flames beat against me wave after wave, and the heat intensified so quickly that I lurched up.
"I don't want to die," I croaked out. Again.
Because the only thing that humans can do is to survive, no matter what, survive, survive, and survive, no matter how hard it is – just for another living moment – because no matter what we do, what we say, humans are addicted to living, like a drug they fed off twenty-four-seven, a drug they couldn't do without – and even when the worst of all humans or the best of all humans look up one day and decide 'I don't want to live' -
They can't, because the moment they end this addiction they die, and a fear of death is ingrained in every living matter so, so, so deeply that everyone runs in the face of death – to the arms of the living, because that was what delayed their meeting with death, with salvation, with whatever comes after that might save them from the ensnarement of the living, but no one ever knows no one ever wants to know BECAUSE THEY ARE ADDICTED-
And I am, too. The resigned thought did nothing to quell the flaring flames around me, threatening to wrap its arms around me and ensnare me like the arms of life.
Regrets, too. They bind people to the Earth, a last resort way for Life to tie us down to this material sphere, with all its flawed people, still as far away from Rest as we were when mortal. People realise it – they do, really – its just that regrets are human, too. And anyone would have them, which roots them to the ground and tie them and bind them so tightly -
I regret, too. The roaring flames stretched its arms out, and a sudden fear strike my heart.
I don't want to die. I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want TO DIE I DON'T WANT TO DIE I DoN't WanT TO DiE dON'T waNT tO dIE
There's still things I haven't do, things I want to do – like living this life out and helping Kaa-san out in the kitchen and saying 'thank you' to Reborn and telling him that I actually do trust him, but I don't want to – and that I will make the best coffee in the world one day so please wait for the day you can try it out, you stupid coffee-addicted-child, and beating Mochida up for Kyoko-
"I want to live..." A strangled sob escaped my throat, and a white light pierced through everything.
Reborn watched worriedly as the body remained motionless on the gym floor. He gripped his green gun tightly, and Leon whined before turning back into a chameleon, curling around his neck, unsure. He had just shot his new student with the Dying Will bullet – not being able to resist after seeing the fire of determination burning in her eyes. It was also partly to ensure the girl did not overwork herself, having just gotten the pass from the doctor but still exempted from physical overwork.
He dragged his obsidian eyes to the crowd, watching as whispers broke out and Mochida turned paler by the second when rumours that he spiked her drink circulated around the gym. Kurokawa Hana gritted her teeth, before running forward, howling for people to call the ambulance. A few ran forward as well – such as Yamamoto Takeshi, the candidate for Rain guardian as Reborn had decided with his prior research. The Sasagawa siblings ran forward as well, and someone yelled to call for a teacher, but much of the crowd stood motionless, too afraid of what happened to the girl.
Reborn clenched his fist tight, and Leon turned into a mobile phone. Knowing he had to step in before anyone called the authorities – so that he could assess the damage made by the Dying Will bullet himself-
Suddenly, a movement caught his eye, and he held his breath in anticipation as the brown-haired girl pushed herself up slowly. A flicker of orange flame came to life on Tsuna's forehead, and her orange orbs regarded the opponent heavily. The students gathered around her leaned back, a few stepping back. Tsunayume stood up, and Kurokawa breathed a relieved sigh.
What. The. Hell. Reborn thought, other thoughts running like a bullet train travelled five hundred miles per minute. How the hell – did she – Hyper Dying Will mode?! No - but... Reborn narrowed his eyes at the flickering flame on the girl's head. It looked controlled - almost as if it was kept on a leash - and -
What the fuck - is she controlling her Dying Will Mode?! Reborn wanted to scream, not just because this was near-impossible, but because to overcome the Dying Will Mode might very well have resulted in the person themselves dying - to tame the sea of flames inside them instead of unleashing them as the bullet was supposed to help in. She had defied the bullet - instead taking everything in her hands and redistributing them as she liked. Reborn felt his heartbeat accelerate when he realised how close to death Tsuna was just now. What in the actual fuck was she thinking of? His thoughts ran in all possible directions, hypothesising ways to deal with this situation, the aftereffects on the girl's body, and what course of action to take next.
(He expected screaming, screeching, clothes shredding and a much too hyped up girl running around tearing people's head off screaming 'Reborn!' but not – not...this.)
"What the hell happened, Sawada-"
"I tripped." She offered calmly, and the ring of students around her deadpanned, before Yamamoto laughed. "Lucky! We thought something happened."
A flicker of a wry smile passed her lips, before she raised a foot and stepped down onto the sword handle, doing what Reborn realised was an advanced action to flick a fallen sword up into one's hand. The sword slapped into her hand resoundingly, and Tsuna raised the sword, pointing it at Mochida, her eyes bright, the flame on her forehead flickering calmly. The ring of concerned students took the cue to back off into the audience seat, and Reborn let Leon change back, his shoulders tense in anticipation at this turnabout of the events.
"Let's start, Mochida."
The boy gulped, before fixing a cocky smile on his face and raising his own sword.
The judge quickly kick-start the match, and Mochida rushed forward with a battle cry. A few murmurs erupted in the crowd about how he was heinous to challenge a beginner, and a girl, at that. I let out a sigh, before dodging at the last moment, letting his sword hit thin air.
Everything in my vision had an orange tint to them, and strangely, I felt that I could concentrate better with it. The orge in front of me gritted his teeth when he realised that I had long dodged – and I flicked my wrist quickly, hitting him on the back of his protective gear. Everyone gasped, but the judge did not raise my flag.
Tch, lowly move, to get the judge on your side. I thought darkly, traipsing backwards as he swung around with his sword again, the weapon raised high. I ducked as the sword closed in, letting my balance tip to the left and swinging my sword to counter his, putting all my strength into a one-time contact with his sword.
Mochida's eyes widened, clearly not expecting me to throw my weight against it, and his grip on his sword loosened slightly under the unexpected pressure.
With blitzkrieg on my side, I let go abruptly, tipping his balance for a moment before pushed him back harshly as my sword hit him square in the torso. I chanced a glance at the judge, where Kurokawa looks close to strangling him. A thump alerted me – and my sword instinctively pointed at Mochida's (who had fallen – who knew his balance was so substandard?) throat, who looked close to wetting himself under my glare.
My eyes flicked dangerously to the judge, promising the same treatment if he did not end this duel right. Now.
He squeaked, raising my flag.
"Sawada wins!"
I dropped the sword in Mochida's lap, and the encasing warmth that I didn't realise was there left me – suddenly, I felt vulnerable and cold. A shiver wrack my body, and my muscles tensed. The adrenaline rushing through my veins died down, and I swallowed, feeling my dry and parched throat closing in on itself. I won.
A feverish feel overcame me, and I blinked rapidly, feeling the cheers from the crowd echo incessantly in my ears. Footsteps thundered as students closed in on me with congratulations on their lips, and I felt cold sweat run down the side of my face.
"Sawada?" A black-haired boy asked, concerned. "You okay? You look pale." A few other students around started to mutter that I indeed looked pale, and wondered if after all, Mochida really spiked my drink. A pounding in my head alerted me to Yume's presence, and I almost groaned aloud.
What do you want?
Silence greeted me for a moment over the words of the crowd around me. I felt suddenly claustrophobic, surrounded by all these people.
...good job. She said fleetingly, before her presence – or the headache, really – disappeared. Another cold sweat ran down the side of my face, and I wiped it off with the back of my hand, irritated and tired. My bones felt achy – and nothing sounded better to me than a hot bath and a nap.
"I need to go now," I muttered, pushing my way through the crowd around me. I distantly hear Kurokawa and Sasagawa trying to push their way through to have a word with me – but everything felt hazy and dreamy as I continued my way to fresh air -
Soon enough, I found myself sitting alone in the backyard, my eyes drooping and every bone in my body seeming to scream at me for overexertion. A tingling at the back of my neck forced me to cast my eyes at the tree branch above me. Reborn jumped down from there nimbly, striding to me. He smiled approvingly, almost like...almost like a parent, and I felt my eyes water at that. No one ever looked at me that way – or smiled at me that way – or acknowledged me for my efforts – not after Zach, or even before -
"Good job, now rest." He commanded softly, and I fell into the deep abyss of sleep and sore bones.
A/N: Remember that time I said I might skip things over in canon? ...I'm now resigned to the fact that I shall be rehashing and slashing everything canon apart. (sobs)
Anyone excited for Gokudera? I wanted him to come in this chapter, but it felt appropriate to end off there-
Tell me your thoughts on this chapter- did you enjoy it? What's your favourite scene/part?
NOTE: This fic...Sherré's flashbacks. I admit that some are untrue, but yes...there are truth in it. Tristabel, Evelyn, Grace, Calliope – they are real people. Sherré...? You have three guesses on who she is – and the one who gets it correct will get a chapter dedicated to them. Not like this question is really hard or anything-
Oh man, I was bawling when I wrote this.
Thank you for reading Paramnesia. (:
Dolx.
