ACausalPatato: It was a good guess but I'm going to have to ask you not to eat Dust.

Chapter 10

Chaos.

The single word was the only thing Reborn could think of as the toddler-sized hitman stepped out of the Sawada Household only to be greeted by fire, screams and thousands of people- men, women, and teenagers alike. Yet he couldn't help but notice there was not a single child below the age of six to be seen- rushing down the street with pure terror in their eyes.

It's a strange sight really.

Usually when something like this happened he was the source, not an 'innocent bystander' and despite his best attempts to stop someone- anyone would do but everyone seemed to have lost their common sense and every form of self-preservation they once held- for answers the World's greatest hitman soon found himself standing alone on a now deserted street with nothing but his Leon Gun and a sense of bafflement for company.

What the Hell just happened?

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

The soft sound of wooden clogs against a tatami floor filled the peaceful night air as their owner gradually made his way towards one of his spare bedrooms while holding a tray containing soup and tea.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Cli-

The sound of his clogs pauses for a moment as the man shoulders open a shoji door before wandering into the small bedroom with a smile already twisted onto his lip.

"I've brought dinner. You don't mind stew, do you?"

There's no response from the room's occupant- nor did he expect one considering the amount of flames he had dosed the other with- but it does nothing to deter the man from his one-sided conversation as he arranges the tray onto the room's sole kotatsu table, "Its might taste a bit off to you as its an old recipe but its one of my favorites to date since all the ingredients are completely natural instead of the chemical compromise modern day society insists on poisoning itself with."

He probably looks Mad- completely bonkers as some would say- standing there, talking when he knows the other can neither hear nor respond to him; but if the emerald eyed man was honest: He was lonely. It had been such a long time since he had someone to talk to- someone that would actually listen to him- even if that someone was all but a corpse.

"-scar?"

He's instantly drawn from his own thoughts as the soft voice shatters the peaceful silence- Impossible. He had used enough Flames to keep her trapped within the false reality for at least a solid month - prompting him to spin on heel only to discover the child clawing at the revolting scar across her face.

After that, everything became a bit of a blur. He could recall trying to keep the child's bloody hands away from her face while attempting to smooth out his illusion- It was too early. She wasn't fully healed and waking now would only cause the Little Sun pain- only seconds before a soft whisper reaches his ear.

"It's not real."

And just like that, it was over. He could feel his Mist Flames dispersing from the child's mind only moments before wide emeralds eyes darted open as the child ventures to fling herself off the futon only for her foot to become tangled in the sheets causing a resounding 'thud' to permeate the chamber due to the greenette faceplanting onto the tatami with the force of a hurricane making landfall.

There's a moment of tense silence as all the man stared down at the unmoving child from behind his spectacles before he finally took notice of the scattered strands of brain matter clinging onto the child's hair.

...Shit.

God was mocking her.

The sadist bastard was probably sitting on his pearly white throne watching her life through a mirror composed of clouds as though her very existence was but a comedy routine fabricated for his personal amusement.

To be Honest, the greenette wouldn't be surprised if that was the case- if anything it would make a great deal of sense when one took a moment to contemplate the mockery she called her life. All she ever wanted was a peaceful, civilian life and look what she got instead: Hibaris, Flames, Annoying Storm Arcobaleno, assassinations every other month and now she had been kidnaped- was it even considered 'kidnapping' if she was but a corpse at the time?- from the very Heart of Naminori- though she and God would be having... 'words' on the matter should their paths ever cross.

For now though...

The greenette was doing to the best she could to keep herself composed- superficially the sun appeared to be doing fine but inwardly a chibi Daisy was running around in frantic circles- as pale hands not her own gently ran a brush through her damp hair.

"There," The deceptively cheerful voice chimes throughout the bathroom- causing the greenette's grip to tighten painfully on the towel preserving her modesty- followed by a soft clink of a brush being set into a wooden bucket, "That should be the last of that. Can you rinse yourself off or do you require further aid?"

No, she really does not want further aid; especially from Him. If anything all she currently wanted was to flee and never look back but she can't- those dark eyes are constantly observing her as though she was but a caged bird- the thought of which never fails to leave her with a bitter taste in her mouth.

"I...I can manage," Her voice is soft- barely that of a whisper- as she forces a faint smile onto her lips- bluntly ignoring the pain the small gesture causes her- in hopes she looks half as thankful as she feels frightened, "Thank You for the offer though."

She must look more confident than she feels as the greenette could only stare when the creature known as 'Uncle Kawahira' offered her a soft smile in return.

If Bykuran was honest, the white-haired teen couldn't help but feel a smug sense of satisfaction as he floated down the ruined halls of Naminori High.

'Kidnapped.'

The revered whisper of the Cloud's ever loyal lapdog- What was revered his name again? Ten Something...Eh, it didn't really matter -echoed softly in his mind like a record stuck on repeat.

His Daisy-Chan had been kidnapped. Someone had crept into the heart of Naminori and put a bullet in His Daisy-Chan's head. Then as if that wasn't enough, the group responsible had been under a Mist Illusion which convinced them they had sold the corpse to hide the fact someone had just waltz up and stolen it right out from underneath their very noses.

If the Gesso Heir was to be straightforward, a part of him aches to laugh-

How could he not when the universe was finally granting him another chance?

In his mind, the white-haired teen could already see a chibi version of himself carrying a chibi version of his Sun while standing on the defeated forms of his unknown enemies while chibi versions of Tsu-Chan, Kyoya-Chan, and Dino-Chan were crushed beneath the overwhelming weight of their defeat.

- while another part him snarled like a wild beast in the back of his mind.

Sure, Daisy-Chan could be stubborn- His Sun may have found a way to become a Player like himself instead of a mindless NPC, but she was still HIS- The fact some unknown had touched what was His caused his blood to boil with an unholy rage brighter than any fire could ever hope to match- and someone had stolen her away which in turn meant someone had stolen from HIM.

No One stole from him and lived to tell the tale.

"Daisy-Chan, I've brought lun- AHH!"

CRASH!

On some level, Daisy was aware 'Uncle' Kawahira was a formidable being- The Ancient Creature had existed since the dawn of time, survived when his Kin died and spent his free time going around cursing The Strongest Seven Flame User into the form of infants- but right now; Staring at the white-haired creature who had managed to trip on his own two feet and was now wearing their lunch for a hat...

Well, The Greenette really couldn't see it.

It could be a ploy- a careful construction deception- meant to put her at ease so she would lower her guard, Daisy was aware of that, but this was Kawahira. What possible reason could the Last Real Earthling- a creature that was practically a God, A God with Mist Flames at that- have to deceive her by making a fool out of himself?

"Well," The white-haired man mumbled softly as he plucked a noodle hanging from the rim of his glasses with two fingers, "That could have gone better."

She tries- she really does- but it's near impossible to suppress the laughter that bubbles inside her chest when her mind fully registers the sight before her. It hurts to laugh- she really had to stop pulling the muscles in her face before they were fully healed- but its a good pain, one that loosens the tight knot inside her chest and causes a small but genuine smile to twist onto her lips.

It must have been contagious as well, Daisy decides as a small chortle leaves the Last True Earthling.

~X~X~X~

Slowly emerald eyes blink once, twice, then thrice before finally glancing up towards the proud looking man standing next to her bedside.

"Why do you have a book on Mafia Law?"

Even as the question leaves her lips, Daisy's not quite sure she wants to know the answer considering the red checkmark by each individual rule and what she knew about the man's relationship with the Mafia World's Personal Demons.

Her only answer is a mystical smile as the elder's spectacles flashes within the room's natural lighting.

~X~X~X~

"Uncle Kawahira?"

The greenette's finally broke the silence that had settled between The Last True Earthling and the Child Sun sitting across from him -a thoughtful look gleaming within her eye as she placed her half-empty bowl of ramen onto the tabletop- causing the elder of the two to glance from his own meal so to grant the younger his full attention.

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering, but;" She hesitantly considers her word before finally voicing her current trail of thought, "Is it considered kidnapping if you've already been kidnapped when the kidnapper kidnaps you?"

~X~X~X~

"How does it look?"

The greenette questions softly as slender finger poked and prodded as the skin between her eyes. She couldn't really feel much difference in the old scar tissue- perhaps a slight crescent edge added amongst the hundreds of other ridges that formed the trademark scar across her face- but just because she couldn't feel it doesn't mean it wasn't visible.

'Honestly,' The soft voice whispers to her from the greenette's lap, ' I don't think anyone will even notice the new ridges... Well, except maybe Kyoya.'

She takes a moment to weigh Bubu's words as her fingers come to a halt. It's a reasonable conclusion when one took into consideration how much she valued her personal space, but she still has to ask.

"You're not just telling me what I want to hear, are you?"

'Would I ever?'

"Yes," The answer falls from her lips without a moment's hesitation causing the pink rabbit to grant her a 'what can you do about it' look.

'Fair enough.'

There's no need for any of words between them- otherwise, they probably would just run each other in circles for hours on end without getting anywhere- so the greenette takes Bubu's word, lowering her hands from her face in favor of pulling the small rabbit tightly against her chest.

"Daisy-Chan," Kawahira's voice instantly causes the greenette's head to snap towards the doorway only to find the Last Real Earthling staring directly at her, "Who are you talking to?"

~X~X~X~

"I'm not crazy, " The greenette mumbles softly under her breath as she tightens her hold on Bubu while glancing down into her tea glass as though it was holding all the secrets of the universe.

There's a moment of silence as the elder takes a sip of his tea- dark eyes never once leaving the sun- before sighing softly, "I believe you."

He did what now?! Emerald orbs finally glanced up from her tea only to peer at the humanoid sitting comfortably across from their owner, "...You do?"

Her question is hesitant as she's not really sure she wants an answer to it, but the other doesn't seem to notice as dark orbs locked onto her own, "I do."

Kawahira didn't bother to clarify why he would do such a thing-No one believed her when it came to that subject, especially if she was caught in the act of talking to Bubu; not even Kyoya. Hell, most days she barely believed herself- instead, he just smiled with a knowing look in his eyes as he took another sip of his tea.

If the creature identified as Kawahira- The Man in the Iron Mask, Checkerface, The Last True Earthling, ect...- was to be honest, these last few weeks had been moderately pleasant.

It was rather nice to have someone to talk to, someone who greeted him when he came home, someone who would sit down so to consume meals with him after spending so long by himself, someone how actually required his help and not the 'I'm just deceiving you so I can use you like sacrificial pawns for the sake of the world' sort of help. It made his heart warm to know that he could still do some good- that he could still touch another and heal them instead of automatically breaking them- despite all the blood on his hands.

Of course, not all things were perfect:

Living with a Cloud- living as a Hibari- had obviously rubbed off on Daisy-Chan seeing as the younger was constantly attempting to bypass his Mist so to reach the outside world despite how many time he tried to explain she wasn't well enough to leave just yet. It went without saying that the Sun's attempts were all in vain though the Last True Earthling soon found himself developing a slight twitch in his eye every time he heard the word 'cage'.

Had he not triple checked Kawahira would have assumed the child to be a Cloud due to her violent reaction to anything that restricted her freedom.

Another issue was that fact that despite how mature Daisy-Chan acted- sophisticated enough to read and understand everything he gave her to keep her occupied during the long hours of the day- she was still a child and even worse:

A Child Sun.

Both children and Suns were active creatures by nature. They had an unholy amount of energy that demanded they keep going- constantly moving, constantly working, constantly thinking. No matter what they had to be doing something to expel the extra energy- until they wore themselves down or were forced to stop by an outside source.

Child Sun's were exhausting on a good day but a Bored Sun was an unholy nightmare which crawled out of the darkest depths of hell itself. Thankfully he wasn't human and had plenty of energy to spare otherwise Kawahira doubted he would still be standing.

Then there were the issues, that weren't really issues, but seemed to bother the child anyways.

An example of this would be when he had caught the greenette talking to Bubu. The child had looked at him as though he was going to ship her off to the nearest mental institution and seemed even more surprised when instead he made them tea before telling her he didn't think she was mad. Honestly, he's not that surprised to find her talking to the rabbit nor was he surprised to 'hear' the rabbit's voice responding back inside his head.

After all, She was a Child of the Abyss.

And anyone who knew the Abyss knew it would never abandon its children.

If there was one thing The World's Greatest Hitman never wanted to see again, it was the smiling face of the woman dubbed only as 'Mama Hibari'. Even after the woman had left his hands wouldn't stop trembling for hours on end.

A month.

It had taken her a solid month to convince Uncle Kawahira to take her somewhere outside of his shop- every day she spent trapped inside that glided cage left her feeling as though someone was slowly but surely chipping away at her sanity- and to be frankly honest, with all things considered; Daisy really couldn't see it happening again.

In her defense though, how was she to foresee this?

Sighing softly, the greenette took a sip of her tea while ducking her head down causing a piece of flaming rubble to sail through the now vacant air before straightening out once more.

"Does this always happen?"

She questions the man sitting across from her as emerald eyes stared into a bandaged covered face practically hidden by a fur collar. The man seemed to consider her question for a moment as he brought his stolen cup of tea to where she suspected his lips were. Honestly, Daisy didn't have a clue how the other was drinking it: His bandages were always dry when he pulled the glass away but each time the cup returned to the tabletop a bit emptier than when he picked it up.

"Do you always end up kidnapped by strange men?" The man finally speaks only a second after the soft 'clink' of his glass touching the table reaches her ears.

"Unfortunately, " She grumbles as the two lift their glasses in synch right before a support beam- all but devoured by furious black flames- crashed into the middle of their table while memories of Kyoya taking her from the house her mother hung herself in and to a whole new life, Papa Hibari dragging her to another country for a 'Family Vacation' and Uncle Fon's 'Training Camps' flash through her mind, "It seems to be a recurring theme in my life. "

A sad and rather pitiful theme at that. All she ever wanted was a peaceful civilian life yet it seemed Fate was determined to screw her over at every available chance.

First she had been born to an obvious Mafia related family that eventually introduced Bykuran into her life, next she had meet- and allied herself with- Kyoya which eventually lead to her being adopted into his family when her own finally collapsed. Then came Tsuna-Hime which- thanks to Vongola failing to keep THREE separate Heirs alive. Considering this was supposed to be the 'World's Strongest Mafia Family' how the hell did it manage to fall that far?- lead to Reborn Styled Chaos that all but consumed Naminori which in turn led to Dino.

Finally, Fate- in a rather sadist sense of 'crushing the ruble of her Hopes and Dreams'- had seemed fit to all but throw 'Uncle Kawahira' into her life which eventually led to her calmly drinking tea with a Vindice as the once peaceful tea shop burned down around them in a fury of Night Flames...

For a moment, all Daisy could do was stare with a blank expression on her face before bursting into tears as the reality of her life finally sunk in.

On the other side of the table, Jaeger stayed politely silent as the golden eyed Vindice watched the small green haired child- who's disappearance had both the Hibaris and Gesso Famiglia declaring open war on anyone and everyone they believed responsible- finally break down.

Not that he blamed her.

No matter how strong young Daisy was she was still a child who had just spent a month being held captive by Checkerface of all creatures- a month trapped with the abomination that was a known Child Killer- therefore as far as he was concerned the child Sun could cry all she wanted. After all- unlike the hundreds of thousands of other children who had caught that creature's attention- she was still alive to do so.

~X~X~X~

She was as Mad as a Hatter, Daisy decided as emerald eyes peered upon the small toddler-sized Vindice resting comfortable on the taller Vindice's shoulder with an aura of nobility hanging off his tiny form.

"To be honest, I would very much like to go home." The greenette spoke softly as her fingers twitched against Bubu's pink fabric as she barely suppressed the urge to try grabbing the adorable yet deadly form of the Night Arcobaleno- It was harder than she cared to admit as a part of her couldn't help but wonder if the other would look like an actual toddler under those bandages of would he be a chibified corpse -least she end up like Skull eventually would.

What could she say? She had enough issues without having to add a fist size whole through her skull to that list.

"Understandable," There was something rather familiar about the deep voice that left the toddler-sized Vindice as that small head- now that she thought about it, the Arcobaleno kind of resembled bobbleheads, didn't they?- turned to focus in her direction, "Though I'm going to have to request you accompany until we are capable of deeming wither or not your mind is still your own."

Despite the Night Arcobalenos wording, Daisy had the strangest feeling the other wasn't really making a request at all but rather stating a simple fact of what was to come. So, for a brief moment, all the greenette can do is stare at the other as her traitorous mind conjured multiple images- each somehow more gruesome than the last- of what would likely become of her should she refuse the other's 'gracious' offer of 'help'.

"Of course," Daisy forces her voice to stay light and understanding even as she shifts her grip on Bubu in a silent request for comfort, "Better to be safe than sorry."

Though she can't see it, Daisy is certain the Vendicare Warden is smiling by the way the corner of his bandages crinkle every so slightly, "I had a feeling you would see things my way."

~X~X~X~

"Kekekekeke!"

She feels like she's looking into a mirror- A rather distorted and deranged mirror but a mirror none the less- as a redhaired menace crackled an all too familiar laugh upon learning of Jaeger's 'misfortune'.

"Ian?"

"Huh?" A bandaged head glanced down at the small greenette- almost as if he was only just now noticing the Child Sun's existence- causing dull red hair to flare in the self-made wind, "Who the Hell is Ian?"

~X~X~X~

"There's a law for that?"

The Greenette questioned- a look of bafflement shinning in her emerald eyes- as she glanced up from the heavy tome she was reading within the confinements of Vendicare's Personal Library.

"There's a law for everything."

The Vindice's Strongest Warrior confirmed as golden eyes glanced over to this baffled Ward.

Vendicare; Home of the Vindice- the Living Nightmares and Shinigami of the Mafia- a place which many consider to be the physical embodiment of Hell on Earth.

Though she would never admit it- in fear of being sent the nearest looney bin- Daisy really couldn't see it. If anything she found the place rather relaxing as it reminded the Greenette of the place she once called in another life. Hell, they even had the torturous screams of the Damned echoing down the dim hallways that helped lure you into a peaceful night's sleep.

For the first time since she had woken in his Life, Daisy found herself drifting to sleep without the necessary aid of potent white pills or the cool steel of familiar tonfas.

Trapped within the confinements of warm silk, she dreams of Home.