And Chapter Nine! Remember that ending in the last chapter? Well, now we're going to be dealing with it in this one. I'm pretty sure that I'm screwing with the plot a little, but I'm moving for realism here even though there are somethings that aren't so... realistic. Then again, this is the KHR world we're talking about!
Note: Originally, I was going to submit this tomorrow, but then I saw that My Heavenly Judgement came out today, I decided to load the next chapter a day earlier. Consider it a treat for a fast update, colbub.
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR. I do, however, own Noelle and the Serafin. Not to mention the plot points that make our little Noe go through pure hell.
Yamamoto Takeshi
The fact that Yamamoto hadn't been at the back of the school like he was supposed to when Reborn recruited him to be one of Tsuna's Guardians had Noelle practically up all night and it showed when she had slept most of the school day away right until PE.
"Noelle-chan, are you alright?" Kyoko asked when came up to her desk right before PE.
"H-huh?" The blonde stumbled over her words, rubbing blearily at her sore tired eyes. The question that Kyoko asked her then registered in her head and she answered almost immediately, if not in a somewhat slurred tone. "Yeah, m'fine. Didn't get as much sl-sleep as I usually did."
She stretched her arms over her head and tried to stifle a yawn.
Her classmate and friend looked concerned. "Maybe you should go to the nurse's office if you aren't feeling that well."
Stifling another yawn, Noelle waved off Kyoko's worries. "As I said, I'll be okay. Just a little sleepy; nothing to be frantic about. Besides, school's nearly over so I'll be fine."
But Noelle's enthusiasm in convincing the school idol that she was okay didn't work. Though that may have been the fact that she nearly tripped on her own feet getting out from behind her desk.
"See! I'm perfectly okay!" Yeah, even Noelle didn't believe that.
She took a few more steps before crashing into another desk with a thud.
"Noelle-chan..."
"Yeah, I know."
With Gokudera's grudging help at the prodding of the one he called the Tenth, Noelle made it to the nurse's office and was immediately fussed over by a kind woman who was the nurse before Dr. Shamal, the most notorious doctor to have ever existed in being both perverse and dangerous through use of infections.
How exactly did Shamal get the job anyways?
And why did Noelle have an ominous feeling that Reborn might have had something to do with the current nurse quitting and the womanizer doctor getting the job? Not that it would have surprised her or anything, considering that the evil baby hitman did food poison four people so that Tsuna would be forced into playing a volley ball game.
Now that she was on a proper bed with a fluffy pillow, Noelle was able to easily catch up on sleep. She didn't need much of it since she slept through most of her classes, but it was still nice to not wake up with a cramp in her neck. Or a ruler meeting the back of her head courtesy of whatever teacher was teaching at that moment.
0000
When she woke up again, the sun was beginning to set. The temporary rest had done wonders as she felt extremely well-rested and refreshed. Thanking the nurse, she took her school bag that a boy that strongly resembled Tsuna's description had so kindly dropped off for her after school had finished for the day.
Stretching her arms, she walked past the baseball field to see a lone figure holding a baseball bat. Standing several feet away from the figure was a baseball pitching machine that launched white baseballs at an extremely fast speed which the person would hit into the distance.
There was only person who was that good at baseball and would stay this late to practice their batting skills.
Yamamoto.
From the other side of the fence, Noelle silently watched. Something in her stomach lurched and she bit down hard on her lip. There was no doubt that the baseball player would eventually become Tsuna's Rain Guardian but there were two versions as to how that had happened: the one that Noelle was more familiarized with was when he had obliviously joined while holding a stick of lit dynamite, thinking that it was just a super fun game.
The other version was because Tsuna inadvertently said something that resulted in Yamamoto breaking his arm during practice and then attempting to commit suicide by jumping off the school roof.
While Noelle thought that the baseball player's reason for trying to end his life was stupid, it probably didn't seem like a dumb idea to him. Baseball was his passion, and who was she to pass judgement on such thinking? If she could no longer do something she passionately loved doing, she'd probably be in a state of despair.
Noelle shook her head to clear her head of such thinking.
No.
It had been a spur of the moment thing. The idea had most likely not settled into his head immediately since he didn't try to kill himself when he went home after getting his broken arm patched up.
Which she supposed was a good thing since at least Tsuna was able to save his life, with Reborn's help.
"Noelle-chan!" The blonde looked up to see the sweaty dark haired boy waving at her, grin on his face. He had just been taking a momentary breather when he spotted the foreign student staring blankly at him.
"Did you get a good sleep?" He shouted at her from across the field.
She was about to answer back when movement from her peripheral vision caused her to pale. Yamamoto hadn't turned off the pitching machine and with it being an automatic meant for the purpose launching baseballs, did not understand that the black haired boy was completely unprepared to hit the ball back.
"Yamamoto! Look out!"
But by that time, it was already too late.
There was a sickening crack and Yamamoto fell over on to the ground, clutching his now broken arm and groaning in pain. Noelle immediately raced to the machine to shut it off while simultaneously bringing out her cellphone to call for an ambulance to bring him to the hospital.
She went over to Yamamoto, her stomach churning and her face even more pale than when she saw that the baseball player had forgotten to turn off the machine.
While Noelle knew that Tsuna would save him tomorrow, it was still unsettling to know what Yamamoto would try on the school roof tomorrow.
0000
The blonde bit her thumbnail as she agitatedly glanced up at the clock. Only fifteen minutes had passed, but it felt like an eternity having to wait for the doctor to apply the cast onto the baseball player's broken arm.
Since Noelle didn't have the number of Yamamoto residence or the restaurant his dad owned and Yamamoto himself was in too much pain to tell her anything, it was the woman at the receptionist desk who had to be the one who to break the bad news to his father about what had happened to his son.
Her foot tapped the white polished floor impatiently, as she continued her bad habit of chewing on her thumbnail whenever she was nervous. She had to learn to control that, since she realized a long time ago that it was a good indication for any keen observer that she was lying or not entirely telling the truth or a nervous wreck.
But she couldn't help it.
His suicide attempt was a failure and yes, Tsuna was going to save him; but this wasn't fiction anymore. Yamamoto was an actual living, breathing person. She had been told repeatedly by the Serafin and even herself that in whatever form they existed back in her old world, it was much different here and that she had to learn to adapt to that otherwise she could end up seriously screwing things up from what she had knowledge of.
Like someone getting killed when they aren't supposed to die at that time.
But all that didn't seem to hit her until now.
And it hit hard.
How the hell was she supposed to make it through KHR without going insane when she was already freaking out about the beginning chapters of the story where Yamamoto literally owes Tsuna his life after the whole falling off the school roof fiasco? What they go through in the Kokuyo, Varia and Future arcs made the upcoming scenario look cute in comparison.
The last thought made Noelle laugh in a hysterical way; great, she was beginning to think her classmate's descent into depression was something to be giggling at.
"TAKESHI!" The yell made the blonde jump up in her seat and whirl her head towards the hospital entrance.
Rushing into the waiting room and towards the receptionist was none other than the owner of the sushi bar that Noelle occasionally ate dinner at, Tsuyoshi Yamamoto. She could tell that he came straight from the restaurant since he was wearing his chef outfit, not bothering to change out of it as he rushed to the hospital to make sure that his son was okay.
"Sir!" The receptionist glared at the man disapprovingly. "This is a hospital and I expect you to keep your voice down! Now tell me-"
She was cut off instantly when Tsuyoshi shouted at her in indignation, "MY SON IS IN THE HOSPITAL AND YOU WANT ME TO KEEP MY VOICE DOWN?"
Noelle winced at the volume of the man's voice and glanced towards the doors to indeed see the security quickly rushing towards them. Deciding that Yamamoto's dad getting kicked out of the hospital would probably end with stuff going down, she quickly went over to him and pulled him aside, shooting the guards a look that told them to stay away.
"Mister Yamamoto, calm down!" She said, her grip tightening around the man's shoulders as she dragged him outside to try and get him to calm down before they were kicked out. "Your son's alright! He just has his arm broken and the doctor's putting on the cast!"
The man, too caught up in his emotions about how his son was doing, finally stopped struggling within her grasp at her words. Now that he was no longer going to rush into the hospital like an enraged bull, Noelle let him go.
"Ah, it's you." Yamamoto's dad said, recognizing the person who had so easily pulled him outside.
"Um, yes." She said. "I was the one who was there when Yamamoto broke his arm."
"So you were the one who brought him to the hospital?"
"Called the ambulance, but pretty much the same thing." Noelle could have brought the baseball player to the hospital herself, but she decided that it would just be quicker to have an emergency vehicle bring him there instead as well as the fact that she could easily damage his arm even more in some way.
"I see." And for the first time that she saw him charge into the waiting room like a rampaging bear, he looked relieved. Tired, but relieved all the same. "So he doesn't have to stay overnight?"
Noelle shook her head. "No."
"Hey, dad. I heard you yelling in the waiting room." The voice caused the both of them to turn to see an exhausted looking Yamamoto staring at them. He was smiling, but there was something forced about it that made Noelle cringe. "Noelle-chan."
"Takeshi, are you alright?" And like any good father, Tsuyoshi descended upon his son with concern lined all over his face.
"Yeah, dad. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
Anyone who knew Yamamoto really well or who was a really good observer could tell that Yamamoto was anything but 'fine'. Tsuyoshi and Noelle were both in those categories, but they chose not to point it out and instead leave it at Yamamoto's fake reassurances of him being alright. There wasn't much they could do other than force him to admit to the fact that he wasn't 'fine' as he put it.
Seeing as she was just a third wheel in the situation, the blonde thought it was high time for her to leave.
Waving good bye to father and son, Noelle left them dreading tomorrow.
0000
"Noelle, is that you?" Sarah's voice said from the other line.
The girl's eyes rolled, but she didn't say anything. Noelle didn't have the energy to make any retorts, not that she would've if she was talking to Sarah of all people. Sarah would no doubt come to Japan just for the mere purpose of whacking her on the head with a staff for any cheeky remarks she made.
"Yes."
"This is the first time we've heard from you since you arrived in Japan!"
"Yeah." Noelle said, a chill running up her spine. There was an undertone in her teacher's voice that told her she wasn't at all pleased at the fact that the girl hadn't contacted them yet. "Sorry, life's been hectic with homework, school and watching the tenth candidate panic as revelations start dropping all over the place."
"Well I guess that's understandable." Sarah admitted grudgingly. "So why did you call? I can tell something's up."
Noelle shrugged, even though Sarah couldn't see it. It was just a force of habit. "Just... needed to talk."
"...Ah." Her teacher's voice was soft that the girl had to strain to hear her. "I'll go and get Feliciano then."
Huh?
Noelle's expression deadpanned. She just wanted to talk to someone, even if it was Sarah.
As if reading her thoughts, Sarah said, "Feliciano's better at this sort of thing than I am."
And before Noelle could say anything, a click told her that Sarah had hung up on her line and was most likely contacting Feliciano on another one.
Noelle leaned back against the railings of her balcony as she looked down at the town below. She was sitting down as it felt pretty hot in her apartment and the cold night breeze helped her relax more. But now that Sarah had went to get Feliciano, she could feel her blood racing again as her realization from just a few days after she had arrived in Japan hit her months later.
She figured out why Feliciano looked so familiar now.
He was Italy from Hetalia.
Or at least an alternate universe version of him. As much as she would have liked to say that it was impossible, she'd be a complete hypocrite in saying that because wasn't she the protector of someone she thought was the main character of a manga she read often? So why would the concept of Feliciano in some other universe being the personification of the northern half of Italy be such a shock?
Which would explain his pasta obsession.
Though maybe it was a good thing that she didn't fully recognize him until after she had left the mansion. It would have been really awkward being in his company.
It was funny though; whenever she tried to recall why he had looked so familiar, she'd stumble across some sort of mind block that would give her a huge migraine whenever she tried to go past it. Noelle eventually just chalked it up to being one of those Serafin things she'd never get. Though it probably helped that the Feliciano she knew was completely different from the one in Hetalia.
"Hello?" Speak of the devil, he was on.
"Hey, sensei." She said, using the japanese form of teacher.
"Sarah said you wanted to talk to me?"
Noelle chuckled softly. "Not necessarily you; just to someone who would listen to me vent."
"So that's why she asked me to get on the phone." He sighed.
"You don't mind?"
"As long as it isn't anything that drifts into female only talk, I can handle it."
"Trust me, it's not. I wouldn't dare talk to you about the nightmares of the monthly female menstruation cycle."
There was a choking sound on the other line that made the blonde smirk and the apprehension and tension of talking to him lessen.
"Anyways," Noelle sighed, getting down to the real reason as to why she had called the mansion in the first place. Her mind scrambled to find words to put her worries in, but she settled for saying, "Knowing the future sucks."
"So it's that. I was told you were aware of the events happening in Tsunayoshi Sawada's life." There was a pause. "So what's happening that has you so worried?"
"Well, a classmate of mine broke his practicing baseball today. And tomorrow, he's going to try and commit suicide by jumping off the school roof. I don't think the idea of it has quite settled in his head yet, but it's getting there."
"...I see..." Feliciano sounded unsure of what to say.
"He won't succeed because Tsuna saves his life and he joins the Vongola famiglia as his future Rain Guardian."
"Noelle. Hold it." Feliciano cut in, sounding serious.
"What?"
"If you can, it's best to withhold any knowledge of future events from anyone other than yourself."
"Alright." Noelle nodded. "Anyways, that's not what I'm worried about. If I'm freaking out about all this at the beginning, how in the world am I going to make it through the rest of the story?"
"It's not a story anymore."
"So I've been told."
There was a long sigh. "But that's it. It's no longer a story and the events happening around you are as real as before you had died. Tell me, is this classmate of yours a friend?"
"Not really. I mean, we might become friends later on but we just talked whenever we were in PE or if there was free time."
"But you are concerned about him."
"Of course I am!" Noelle sat up straighter, sounding annoyed.
Feliciano chuckled. "Good. It means that you'll be a fine Guardian Angel, then."
"What?" She deadpanned.
"The fact that you feel so unsettled and restless just means you have perfectly normal human emotions. If you didn't feel nervous at all, that would be a little worrying."
"I guess?"
"And while your knowledge is helpful in you predicting that things will be alright in the end, it's also burdening. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes, because as strong and as seemingly invincible the Serafin are to those outside, we all carry a heavy burden. Some more so than others, you included."
"Huh?" Okay, she wasn't expecting that at all.
"Knowledge of the future is not something you should take lightly at all. Remember that." There was a long pause. "And another thing that you should keep in mind is that all the Serafin are liars."
0000
"Is it just me or do you look even worse than you did yesterday?"
Noelle raised her head from her arms to look up and glare at Hana. There were dark circles underneath her eyes and her hair was done up in a slightly messy ponytail as she hadn't bothered thinking of what to do with her hair today. As much as she liked switching hair styles everyday, she just didn't have the patience or energy to do that today.
"Was it really that hard to tell?" She asked before dropping her head back down and trying her best to ignore the accumulating pain of her throbbing head.
"Geez, what happened?" Hana shook her head. She bent down and placed a hand on the blonde's forehead before quickly yanking it back. "You're burning up. Should you even be here?"
Noelle's response was a pained groan. She had been sleeping in most of her classes and she didn't feel any better. It was lunch time, but she didn't have the energy to push through hoards of students to go and get food.
Feliciano's words had done the opposite effect of what she had wanted; instead of reassuring her it had given her more to worry about and as a result she hadn't slept the night before and she had a fever that would bed-ridden most people. Normally, this would have given her the delightful excuse to stay home and skip school for a few days, but considering what was about to happen she pushed herself to walk those painful fifteen minutes to Namimori Middle.
"Serra-san, are you alright?" Noelle looked up to see caramel orbs staring down in concern.
She gave the owner a small smile. "I'm fine, Tsuna." She said.
Tsuna did not seem to believe her, even when she gave him a thumbs up sign.
"A-are you sure?"
Actually, no. But I'm here anyways to make sure that you save Yamamoto from his own stupidity just like you did in the plot, Noelle thought but didn't say out loud for the purposes of not screwing things over.
"HEY EVERYONE!"
Noelle groaned at the loud voice and the sound of the door slamming. Wasn't morning supposed to be a subdued time for students since they were still half-asleep?
"Yamamoto is about to jump off the roof!"
...Never mind. She was glad the guy came barging into the classroom and yelled that.
Placing her hands on her desk, she used it to force herself onto her feet only stumbling once as she did so. Honestly, of all the times to actually come down with something, it had to be today?
Naturally since Yamamoto was a smiling cheery guy who was always grinning, the thought of the baseball player trying to take his own life clearly had to be someone yanking their legs. Because there was no way that Yamamoto of all people would try to commit suicide.
Right?
Wrong.
"Yamamoto from our class?" One student asked, looking extremely doubtful.
Another one scoffed. "Hm? That's impossible!"
"There are good and bad pranks, you know." Said one of Yamamoto's fangirls.
But the boy looked serious as he tried to convince his classmates that he wasn't joking and Yamamoto really was on the roof top. "When he stayed after school practicing yesterday he went too far and broke his arm!"
Guilt seeped through Noelle. That might have been true in the original version, but she was sure that it was her fault that he was distracted and had forgotten about the fact that the pitching machine was still on.
Damn.
She was already screwing things up already.
The class seemed to take the messenger seriously and they followed him to the roof top like sharks after the scent of blood.
Huh.
Sharks reminded her of the loud mouthed idiot who yelled 'VOI' all the time. What was his name again?
Tsuna was standing in place, no doubt paralyzed about whether it was his fault that the cheerful baseball player was in the state he was in right now. He didn't seem careful of any rational thought, so Noelle thought that she give him a push and snap him out of it.
"Hey Tsuna." Noelle smacked him on the head hard enough to get his attention. "Go prevent that idiot from killing himself."
"Me?" Tsuna jumped. "What can I do?"
Noelle smiled at him. "More than you know. Now go and tell him that if he kills himself, he'll regret it after wards."
Tsuna just stared at her as if she was insane before something clicked in his mind. With a determined look, he nodded and raced off to prevent a tragedy that would no doubt affect the entire school if he was too late.
"Noelle-chan! Aren't you coming?" Kyoko asked, startling Noelle. The blonde must have been pretty out of it if she didn't notice that the school idol had still been in the room when she was telling Tsuna to get a move on.
"Yes! I am!" Noelle said, following after the girl as best as she could.
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Noelle shoved through the sea of students as she forced her way deeper into the crowd. Tsuna had gotten to Yamamoto in time and was now telling him that he didn't agree with the reason as to why the baseball player should end his life.
As she made her way through, she could feel her anger at Yamamoto bubbling. She understood that baseball was more than a game to him, but a broken arm didn't mean he could never play again; only that he wouldn't be able to play until it was fully healed. The damned baseball gods never threw him away because baseball gods didn't even exist in the first place!
Hearing Tsuna's words of even how much he was called 'No-good Tsuna', he never had the thoughts of ending his own life like what Yamamoto was planning at that moment. His inspirational words stunned the students who were listening to him and there was a flicker in Yamamoto's eyes as something in his classmate's words seemed to reach that thick head of his.
"Um... bye!" Tsuna said, turning around and quickly running away from him thinking he had made a complete fool of himself.
"Tsuna, wait!" The dark haired boy reached out and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, yanking Tsuna towards him.
Noelle had no idea what she had been doing when she executed her next move in several seconds. Maybe it was the fever's fault for her interrupting or for not thinking straight at all, but before she knew it she had grabbed both Yamamoto and Tsuna by their arms to yank them back onto the safety of roof.
But even inhuman strength could not beat the laws of gravity as Yamamoto's falling backwards had propelled all three of them to fall from the roof with Noelle still holding onto their arms.
On both sides of her, Yamamoto and Tsuna were yelling and she could hear the screams of their school mates from above as they watched the three of them fall.
Unlike everyone else, Noelle wasn't screaming in fear but rather grimacing at how much making contact with the ground after her fall would hurt. She knew she couldn't die, but there were witnesses all over the place and someone would be questioning how she survived falling off a roof top.
There was a loud bang and when Noelle looked over, she saw the flame on Tsuna's head appear and his eyes lighting up and giving him that deranged look that still made him look like a criminal.
"Mid-air Reborn!" Tsuna ripped out of his clothes. "Save Yamamoto and Serra-chan with my dying will!"
Tsuna slipped his hand out of Noelle's and started running down the side of the building as he leaped between the two of them and grabbed onto their waists.
"Tsuna!" Yamamoto shouted.
"Damn! Can't stop!"
"How much impact do you think your legs can take?" Noelle asked, looking over at Tsuna. In dying will mode, he'd probably make it out fine but she still wasn't sure.
There was another bang and to both her and Yamamoto's amazement, a spring sprouted from the top of Tsuna's head.
"IT ITCHES! ITCHES"
Then there was a loud boing and then all three of them found themselves flying sideways instead of downwards. Noelle landed on the ground first, flat on her stomach and face buried into the dirt...
...while Yamamoto and Tsuna landed right on top of her.
"Yamamoto, are you alright?" Tsuna asked as his dying will flames receded.
"Tsuna." Yamamoto said in a serious voice.
"Yes?" He yelped.
Noelle imagined Yamamoto breaking out into a grin when he said his next words. "You're amazing! Just like you said, you have to do it with a dying will!"
The blonde wondered when they were going to notice that they were having a conversation on top of her. As much as she would have liked to yell and tell them to get off, one of them was sitting where her lungs should be, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"I don't know what I was thinking! Nothing good comes from my idiocy!"
"Yamamoto..." Tsuna sounded relieved.
Okay. She didn't care if she was cutting into the scene or not, but she could not breathe and the both of them were heavy! Though it was mostly Yamamoto's fault since he was taller than Tsuna and worked out more. Muscle mass was much heavier than fat.
"Mmmph!" Noelle screamed into the dirt. Hopefully that would get their attention.
"Eh?" There was silence for a few seconds and then she could no longer feel their weight on top of her as the two of them instantly scrambled off.
"HIEEE! Serra-san, are you alright?"
There was no response except for a thumbs up as she continued to lie face down on the dirt. The ground felt surprisingly cool and it was helping her keep that dratted fever down.
"...she isn't moving. Tsuna, do you think we should take her to the nurse's office?"
"That's right! Kurokawa-san said that she had a fever!"
"Eh? We should bring her then!"
Someone lifted her off the ground and placed her arm around their neck. Noelle assumed that it would be Tsuna since the idiot who had tried to kill himself had a broken arm.
"...hold on a minute, Tsuna." Noelle mumbled, making the boy pause. "...gotta do something first before we go." She slipped her arm out of Tsuna's grasp, walked over to Yamamoto and...
...stomped on his foot hard.
"You stupid idiot!" Noelle growled. "The hell were you thinking? You were going to kill yourself because you broke your arm?"
"Serra-san!" Tsuna was startled. "You shouldn't-"
But Noelle ignored him. She needed to give Yamamoto a good piece of her mind because there was no way she was just going to let him walk off without knowing the consequences his impromptu stunt would have had on the people around him.
"Did you think about your dad? How do you think he would have felt when he lost his son as well?" When she had been eating dinner at their sushi bar, Yamamoto told her that his mother had died when he was very young and his dad was the only person left in the world who mattered to him very much. From the way he talked about it, his dad dying would have a more than devastating effect on him. "Were you that willing to take away the pride and joy of his life?"
Noelle could have said more, but the look on Yamamoto's face told her she had said enough.
"Serra-san!" Noelle turned to face Tsuna, who looked... angry? "How can you say such a thing?"
Before she could say anything, Yamamoto spoke up.
"No, it's alright Tsuna." There was a melancholy expression on his face, despite him smiling. "Noelle-chan's right. I wasn't thinking... you're both right. I would have regretted dying once I was in the after life."
"Yamamoto..."
"Anyways, I've learned my lesson!" He broke out into a grin, that made Noelle want to roll her eyes but she kindly refrained from doing so. Now was not the time to be exasperated at him.
"Well, that's good." She sighed, turning on her heel and walking away.
Or at least she tried to because she didn't even take one step before she fell flat on her face.
"Noelle-chan!"
"Serra-san!"
She didn't say anything as she finally allowed herself to drift to sleep after two days of constant worrying.
And I'm done. Oh god, each chapter keeps getting longer and longer. I have no idea why. And if it's this long at the beginning, I just can't wait till it gets to the more action like parts.
Phwee... my fingers.
Anyways, yes, the Feliciano in this fic is alternate northern Italy but with a much different personality. But he still loves pasta lots. Hands up if anyone saw that coming.
And I came up with Noelle's theme! It's 'This is where I fall' from HetaOni. A bit sad, but it's still a lovely piece of music. Or you can protest it being her theme song, but listen to it first before you decide, alright? Or Friendship. Friendship makes a good theme for Noelle too and it's also from HetaOni, a past obsession of mine.
Also, I made a Formspring account for Noelle (I was bored, come on) so if you feel like it, you can ask her questions. Just so you know, there might be some questions that she can't answer.
Here's the link!
http:/www(dot)formspring(dot)me/SerafinAngel
