I blinked around me. Around me it was all dark, but I could still see my own body. Then the darkness was pushed back and a peaceful lake surrounded by serene trees was revealed. Curious, I walked through the long grass that had appeared at my feet to take a closer look. Something about this place was awfully familiar.

I looked into the water, wondering why, and dipped a toe into the water, creating a myriad of ripples that quickly spread across the lake. Where was I? Why was I here? The last I remembered, my head had smashed onto Gokudera's thick skull and I had lost consciousness. So why was I here now, in front of a body of water surrounded by flora but no fauna?

It wasn't until I saw a indigo-haired girl in a pure white gown ahead that I realized. I promptly ducked behind a tree.

Nope.

I forced myself to wake up, hoping Nagi/Chrome hadn't noticed me.


My eyelids flew open, and I blinked a few times before focusing on a crack on the unfamiliar ceiling. When I raised a hand to the side of my head, I found it to be bandaged. I sat up and looked around me. I had been lying on a sofa, and judging by the family photo on the table next to it, I was probably in the upstairs living area of TakeSushi. My mind was surprisingly clear for a concussion sufferer. I could even stand up, and walked to the door of the room without feeling too dizzy or sick.

Wondering for how long I had been out, I opened the door and walked back downstairs, where I could see Gokudera had left, and Tsuna and the Yamamotos were eating Bianchi's 'non-poisoned' sushi.

"Ooh, can I have some too, Bianchi?"

Bianchi turned around, slightly startled.

"You're here too? Sure," she smiled, "Feel free."

I happily hopped over to the table and plopped the last sample sushi piece into my mouth.

"Mm, delicious~"

"Nee-chan, you should be resting." Tsuna said with a worried expression.

"Psh, rest. I have a slight concussion, is all." I waved my hand dismissively at him.

"You were bleeding."

"I bleed at least twelve times a year anyway. One more time won't hurt." I ignored his embarrassed expression and glanced at my watch. "Ah, Yamamoto-san, I'm sorry I didn't finish the lightbulbs, but I have to go now."

The man smiled at me. "It's alright, you did most of them. Sorry for mistaking you for a boy."

"Eh, you mistook her for a boy?" Yamamoto questioned, then looked me up and down. "I can see how you'd make the error though. You look good as a boy as well."

"Heh, thanks. I'll be going now." I waved as I exited. "Bye, Tsuna, Yamamoto, Bianchi, Reborn."

They bid me goodbye as well and I continued on my merry way.


Lambo was here, and Tsuna was looking desperately at me for help. I pretended not to notice and looked the other way.

Sorry, Tsuna, but if there's one thing I don't deal with, it's obnoxious cow brats.


"There, there, pathetic man. Don't cry." I crouched down to wipe away TYL!Lambo's blood, tears and snot with a tissue. "Seriously, don't be so pathetic. You're making me lose hope."

He sniffed again. "Nee-san..."

Oho, looks like I've gained another adoptive sibling.

But I played dumb. "Hm? Do I look like your older sister? How nice."

Behind me, Tsuna whispered to Reborn, "Maybe she should take care of Lambo instead."

Pink smoke poofed, and then this time's Lambo was in front of me. I immediately stood up and started walking away. "I don't deal with cow brats. Goodbye."

I could practically hear Tsuna deadpanning in his mind, She's the opposite of Haru.

"Looks like you're stuck with taking care of Lambo, Dame-Tsuna."

"Why me?!"


I almost had a heart attack when I saw Gokudera holding Yamamoto close by his collar, and took a few pictures before Tsuna caught up and broke up the fight. The rest of the day was spent selling the pictures to fangirls.


I stepped into the house. Everyone was looking sheepishly at a depressed Tsuna.

"Hm? What's going on now?"

"Hahi? Onee-san, tomorrow's your birthday too, right?"

"No, actually, it was yesterday." I elaborated for the people who didn't know. "Something happened, and I was born about two days before Tsuna."

People freaked out.

"I didn't know, Onee-san, please forgive me!"

"I'm sorry, Nee-chan, I forgot!"

I shrugged. "It's fine. I never really celebrated it anyway. Now, let's go celebrate Reborn's!"

I excitedly led them up the stairs. Yamamoto finished bringing out the sushi, and Reborn explained the rules of a Vongolian birthday party after Gokudera succumbed to his stomach ache.

Yamamoto was given 80 points for the sushi he brought. Haru received 85 points for the target print white suit. Bianchi's performance almost destroyed the room, but unlike Tsuna, I was able to escape without injury, and she was awarded 90 points.

"Me next." I brought out a small box. "You seem to like cosplaying, so I made you a sunflower costume. Also, I bought a hair curler for your sideburns."

Reborn smiled at me, eyes glinting. "You noticed, Nee-tan? Thank you. 90 points."

I wanted to scream and bash my head against the wall at my own stupidity. He knew I could see through his disguises now. I could not believe I hadn't realized that sooner.

Lambo's turn came, with his 'Lambo stick', and for some reason, he looked really shocked when he was granted a measly 1 point.

I winced internally when I thought of the next act, and searched for a reason to excuse myself. I decided to go with 'I want to go help Bianchi with cooking', and thankfully escaped a painful scene.

I was still able to hear Tsuna's agonised yells though.

The poor boy had to spend his entire almost forgotten birthday in a dull, white, and boring hospital.


Hm, I'm not too happy with this chapter, but it's better than the previous one. Time to go reread PJO.

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