A/N: This took me forever. Hahaha, such shit.

Surrounded by four white walls, the smell of medicine overwhelmed the room that was occupied by only Mireille and a doctor. Mireille was forced to undergo a check-up due to the ever nosy prince the ripper. Almost suffocating. The man in his late thirties inspected her wounds, well what was left of them anyways. He was probably the same doctor who took care of her when Tsuki sent her to the hospital.

He looked a little surprised to see her much horrid-looking injuries has had now reduced to nothing more than a beating up. There were no longer any cuts. All that remained were only traces of light pink lines on her cheek and neck. He reached out for the pink line on her cheek, and for a moment he swear that he could saw anxiety and fear that spread across her face – he blinked and her expression was cold as usual.

Was he seeing things? He wondered. Moving away from her and towards his table, he sat down writing down stuffs on her report. Though she seemed fine, and if he was not wrong, that could have been an after-effect. "Do you have any similar experience before? Like watching someone else being attacked or being attacked yourself?" He asked promptly after writing something on the report.

It must have had been a traumatic incident, a young girl like her, being robbed and attacked by thugs. I didn't know thugs were this violent. Those weren't your usual thugs, with wounds that were deep and brutal... It's almost like... animal abuse? She looked straight at him and did not seem like she wanted to answer his question. He shook his head, moving on.

"For the most part, physically, you're completely healed. But, I think the marks on your cheek and neck is going to stay. Well, only physically..." He trailed off, while meeting the young girl's brown orbs. Her eyes were cold and almost inquisitive, as if she wanted to just leave and at the same time she was waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"You're fine, truly!" He said quickly as he looked away. There was something strange about her, he could not put a finger to it but he felt like he should leave her alone. "I'm just a little worried about your mental health... I know of this psychiatrist... if you say you're my patient-" He shuffled the papers on his desk and pulled out a name card. He moved towards her and passed it to her, but she stood up and walked towards the exit.

"He's a good one- wait! Miss!" She closed the door behind her and the doctor said nothing more. I'm fine.

"How was it?" The Prince's voice was laced in concern; (as much as he tried to hide it) as he appeared from the shadows of the corridor. Her brown orbs were a little shaky but her cold demeanour was a good escape. "Fine," was all she said as she walked to the corridor where he came.

"Really? He didn't sound like he was done," He grunted, not all convinced with her words. She remained silent and he followed her out of the hospital. She did not look all too happy with her visit to the hospital – well he did practically force her there. "Hey, what did that fart mean by psychologically? Does it mean that you—"

"Shut up. He already said I was fine," She snapped at him, stopping and turning to greet him with an irritated glare. "Would you just leave me alone?!"

His grin widened insincerely and he did not look the slightest amused. His attention moved to the pink line on her cheek and unconsciously his hand moved upwards, tracing what was left of the cut. She flinched almost immediately and lost her balance, almost slipping if it weren't for the Prince's quick reflexes. He pulled her to him by her arm. "I'm not convinced," he sighed with what sounded like exasperation. "What do I do with you?" He spoke without meaning to.

She was in a daze or rather she was startled. What was with this familiar warmth? Was the Prince even capable of such warmth or she was just making this up because she has someone she missed so much that unknowingly she had placed the image of that person in him? She winced as his grip tightened, snapping her out of it. No way.

"Belphegor," She said, sounding as cold as usual. "You're hurting my arm." He chuckled, taking a step back as he let her go. "Way to ruin the moment, Princess," he snickered. She rolled her eyes in response and walked away.

Coffeehouse – Namimori Street

In a little coffee shop down the busy streets of Namimori, was Mireille, alone by the corner table next to the window. She was lost in her thoughts as she started dropping sugar cubes into her cup of coffee absentmindedly. She was being watched, she was sure, ever since she left the hospital she felt that way. She sighed, dropping more sugar cubes into her coffee.

"That's way too much of sugar you're addi-woah!" Came a voice, snapping Mireille out of it as she stared at her coffee. "Ah, I wasn't paying attention—erm..." She turned to the voice behind – Tsukimiya Sawada. "Call me Tsuki," The younger girl said, beaming at Mireille. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with Decimo? Especially since-" Mireille asked, thinking about the incidents that had been occurring these few days. "It's fine," Tsuki replied, sitting across Mireille and raising a hand to call for the waiter for a drink.

"Everyone's taking turn to guard Tuna, and it's not like I'm would be of any use to—" She paused, stirring her drink as Tsuna knocked at the window and waved at her. He bowed a little at Mireille before walking away with a certain Kaoru Mizuno and Decimo's Rain Guardian. "Shimons?" Mireille looked at Tsuna's party, a little surprised. "Yeah, Hayato knows no shame. Not like I could blame him." "Their boss is fine with such arrangements?" Mireille asked, taking a sip of her coffee. "Adelheid was totally fine with it, I guess…. She never said anything disapproving of it. Though I must say, she doesn't really give off the feeling of a boss. Even when she is the one giving orders…" "That's because she isn't," Mireille put down her cup, looking at Tsuki weirdly. They don't know who it is? They seemed close… and he never told him? "Ehhhhhh?!" Tsuki's orbs widened in surprised. "Really?!" Mireille merely nodded, not wanting to stick her nose into that matter and it was clear to Tsuki that she did not wish to reveal who it was. Tsuki laughed lightly, scratching her head. There was a strange wall between them, maybe because they do not know each other well or was it because of cautiousness.

"Oh yeah, I noticed that you were being watched when I was heading over here," Tsuki sounded grim. " Mireille shrugged, she was not going let a few lackeys bother her. She would have settle with them earlier but she was not going to be nagged by a certain Prince for heading to trouble alone and stuff. She sighed, taking another sip of her drink. Tsuki looked at her worriedly, "You sure it's okay to be outside? We don't know when they would suddenly attack you or ambush you… You just had a run in with them the other day… shall I walk you home later?" "It's fine, at least while I'm here I know what they are doing. I wouldn't want to sit at home and wait for trouble to come. And besides, I'm not alone," Mireille said, feeling a headache coming when she said that. That royal bastard would kill her, literally, if she had come here alone.

Mireille stared at the girl she was talking to. Tsuki smiled, enjoying her drink. What a strange girl, she thought wondering how it was possible for her to be talking to someone- "Hey, did you see their faces though, when you came in?" A sudden realization. "Well, one thing for sure they aren't the same gang as the ones who attacked you the other time." Mireille raised an eyebrow at Tsuki. Realizing that she was, Tsuki chuckled. "Just a feeling, if you're wondering how I know. My gut feeling is quite accurate," she shrugged. Mireille was still had doubts about it as she drank her coffee.

"Say… was that your first time killing someone?" Tsuki's question was so sudden, Mireille nearly spat her drink out. "Wha-?!" "Like, you're working with Varia right? But… compared to them..." "What are you trying to say?" "Well… assassins I know…are..." "Monsters? Are you implying—" "No! I was going to say bloodthirsty! I'm not trying to offend you or anything.." Tsuki head hung low, her curiosity had gotten the best of her. Mireille sighed, "Do continue." "Erm… that time, it was like you were a different person… like ..nevermind. Forget what I said. I don't even know why I talked about it. I tend to forget myself when I speak. Sorry if I offended you," Tsuki laughed awkwardly and placed her cup against her lips. Mireille looked away, watching the bartenders make drinks. An awkward silence ensued. It was not like she was offended but Tsuki looked so uneasy and Mireille do not know what to say in such situation.

Then, after god knows how long, Tsuki's phone rang and she clumsily fumbled for her phone in her pockets. She seemed flustered as she answered the call. "R-right, r-right! I'm so s-sorry, I'm coming back now!" She stood up immediately and smiled nervously at Mireille. She felt bad leaving Mireille alone there but it'd be alright, right? She grabbed her bags and ran to the door. "If I had a run in with them, I'll let you know!" She said, giving one last look as she ran out, before bumping into someone as she left.

"What a weird person," Belphegor sneered, joining Mireille at the table. Mireille sighed in exasperation; he was so silent she thought he had left. Well, she wished. "What? Miss me?" He asked, flashing a grin at her. "You wish," she grumbled, looking away. "About time, you let me know what's going on, Princess." He seemed pretty keen on getting his nose into her business. Well, it was actually a mission but ugh… forget it.

The Prince was talking to her but she seemed to be zoning out even when she was staring straight at him. "Hey are you listening to the Prince….?" A devious smirk on his face but she remained motionless. "I am."