Rin glanced around, as the three teenagers surrounded her, pulling out their weapons.

"Um, guys? I think it was just some random target screaming." Rin started to get uneasy, shifting from foot to foot.

Fran sat down nonchalantly, and the others followed his example.

"Ne, Rin-sempai, can you tell me how you're a cloud?" Fran poked Rin, and she shied away from his touch, hugging her knees to her chest, "And your relationship with Vongola Decimo's cloud, you don't seem one bit like him."

"E-eto ne…", Rin said, trying to dig up memories, "Ah, Um… See, I was a very antisocial person when I was young."

"Ushishishi, and?" Bel demanded.

"Um… I had this one meter bubble, should anyone come near, I'll, I'll just run." Rin finished, not wanting to bring this up.

"Rin, you're hiding something, aren't you?" Squalo said, absently waving his sword around.

"So, Umm, My parents died, and I had a grandmother and my brother. And people often bullied me because I didn't like them too near me. My grandmother said it would be better if I, got close to other people, and I did. But… I feel uncomfortable, so I stutter…" Rin finished, avoiding their gaze.

She brightened up, with a noticeable perk in tone, "So I grew up, and I met Kyoya on Namimori's roof. Um… well, you won't know what happened next, but I left for mafia school. I-if you guys want, I can let you see my grandmother, and my kawaii baby brother!"

The other varia members looked around, and Fran sighed.

"Rin-sempai, we'll visit."


When they finally got out of the building, Rin sighed.

"They'll never get the blood out of the carpets."

Just as they got back to their dormitories, Byakuran pulled Rin's hand, and grabbed her outside.

The rest of the Varia followed rather grouchily, and Byakuran sang something out.

"S-so we're going to invade Tsunayoshi-san's dormitory?" Rin asked hesitantly, taking her Varia jacket off, inevitably smearing some blood on a wall.

"Yup. Rin, let's go!"

Byakuran turned around excitedly. Somewhere in his dorm, Tsuna sneezed, really, really violently.

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