Kyoko sighed softly as she entered her and Celeste's room and moved a cup of ramen off of her head. Honestly, it was no real surprise to her that Junko had started that food fight. "Ah. Lunch with Junko I assume?" Celeste remarked, looking at her roommates condition.

"Yes." Kyoko grumbled, wiping more of the food out of her hair. "Does Junko have it out for us or something? It seems like everytimewe go for food somewhere, she has to start a fight."

"Well, hopefully she'll be more behaved around little Harry."

Kyoko sighed. "Oh, she was... There's lines even that crazy girl won't cross, and scaring a little boy like Harry is one of them. ...Oh yeah...He's coming here tomorrow." Celeste seemed surprised, then smiled widely.

"That's delightful." She remarked. "It'll be nice getting to spend some time with the little dear before we leave." Kyoko was still trying to get all the food out of her hair, but nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah...And it's the perfect opportunity to get him acquainted with the rest of the class...If he managed to get through Junko without incident, the rest shouldn't be an issue, right?"

Celeste clicked her tongue. "Hmm...Well, Ishimaru will need to keep quiet... And Yamada..." Celeste's eyes darkened. "I will have words with him to be sure he doesn't corrupt the poor dear with his filth."

"Thanks." Kyoko sighed. "I just don't know what he'll do... honestly, I haven't really been able to predict how anyone was going to react."

"Well, I think he's a well-behaved angel." Celeste insisted.

Kyoko let a fond smile grace her features at the gothic gambler's words. "Yes... Yes he is..." She said softly, remembering their interactions at the hospital.

"I'll be frank, while London is a very nice place, I do look forward to returning home." Celeste remarked, looking out a window at the sun setting over the city.

Kyoko nodded her head. "Yeah, me too..." She admitted. "Still very glad we came though..." Her smile had yet to fade, and Celeste noted that it really was unusual to see the girl this happy. Then again, she had just saved a little boy, and was bringing him home with them. In a way, it was the oddest souvenir one could possibly bring back. Not that she minded, she quite liked Harry.

Kyoko sighed and began to think about how she was going to spend the rest of her day. Perhaps she would read one of her mystery novels. ...Right after a shower, of course.

As she washed the last bits of ramen out of her hair, she felt like she was washing her old self off. It was an odd feeling, while she may still be cold in some cases, as one had to be when working cases, Harry... melted something she had froze ages ago. She smiled again, remembering the feeling she'd had when she pulled him out of his bed and held him in her arms for the first time. He was so light and so cuddly...

It was undeniable that Harry loved her, and she loved him right back. How couldn't she? He was the sweetest, kindest little thing. She rubbed the shampoo into her hair, smiling softly in content. Perhaps she was still young, perhaps she had made a rash decision in adopting him... But she knew it was the right decision. After all, it had saved him from a lifetime of abuse, and it's not like anyone else was going to take care of him. After all, Harry didn't have anyone else until now.

Upon finishing her shower, she decided it was time to take a few hours to herself. She pulled one of her favourite novels off the shelf and cracked it open. As she read it, she found her thoughts still drifting back to Harry, she still felt somewhat uneasy, would she be a good guardian? Could she take care of him like he needed and deserved?

She tried to force those thoughts out of her head. This was no time to doubt herself. What was done was done. She would just have to try her very best. With those thoughts now in her mind she settled down, returning to her story, and finding herself drawn once again into the world of mystery that her book managed to create so etcuisetly.

Eventually, dinnertime arrived, and Kyoko was pulled from the pages of her book by the sound of her own grumbling stomach. "Hmm...Time to eat I guess..." She mumbled. She hoped Junko wouldn't turn this one into another fight. She didn't want to run out of clean clothes. Making her way out of her room, she headed towards the lobby to meet with the others.

When she went down, she was greeted with the sight of the odd trio Oowada, Ishimaru and Fujisaki at the dinner table, the trio chatting it up animatedly. She got herself some food and looked around for a place to sit, only to stop when she heard someone call her name.

"Hey Kirigiri!" Fujisaki called. "Over here! We wanna ask you something!" Sighing, she knew this would probably be about Harry and headed over to the table.

She took a seat next to Fujisaki and looked at the programmer. "Junko told you about Harry, didn't she?" She wasn't one to beat around the bush. Chihiro laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah... she was kinda telling everyone..." he admitted, and Kyoko sighed deeply. "Is it true? You adopted a kid?"

"I..I wouldn't say 'adopted' but..." Kyoko tried to think of how to put it, but knew it's what she had done.

She smiled very slightly when she felt Mondo's hand clap against her back in a friendly manner. "Ah c'mon, don't be so modest! You're doing a good thing here!"

"Indeed!" Ishimaru agreed. "Taking in this boy with nowhere else to go is a sign of great maturity on your end! You should be proud!"

Kyoko nodded both her thanks and agreement until Fujisaki asked the most obvious question. "When do we get to meet him?"

Kyoko sighed, rubbing her face slighlty. She really couldn't trust Junko to keep anything quiet it seemed. "Tomorrow possibly." She answered honestly.

Mondo grinned. "Damn. Healed up that fast, did he? Few days out of that coma and he's already heading on out of there. That kid's tough, that's for sure." Kyoko didn't like how Mondo explained Harry's miraculoious recovery, but she also couldn't say he was wrong. Harry was handling this far better than anyone could've predicted. Probably because he was too scared to react... Mondo noticed Kyoko's displeasure and quickly backpedaled. "Hey, I didn't mean anything bad by it, I'm just saying, the kid's a survivor. A real man."

"I know, and I understand... it's just..." she trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"He shouldn't have to be a survivor in the first place." Ishimaru said matter-of-factly. Kyoko nodded.

"My thoughts exactly." She practically growled.

"Hey, Kyoko, He's gonna be okay." Fujisaki said reassuringly. "He's got you now."

Kyoko's face turned red. "Yeah, well... Honestly, I can't help but think he'd have been better off with Naegi or Hina or Maizono than me..."

"Well, the thing to remember is that he's with you though." Fujisaki countered. "I doubt he thinks that someone would be better of taking care of him."

Kyoko sighed and looked at the table. "Yeah, you're right... If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't be able to imagine anyone else taking care of me besides the first..."

"And hey, it's not like Junko's the one who's going to be taking care of him." Mondo added, earning a slight snort from Fujisaki. Kyoko couldn't help but laugh slightly as well.

"Junko raising a child! Hahaha! Oh, the outlandish scenarios you come up with, bro!" Ishimaru laughed, prompting the two boys to pat each other's backs in a friendly manner. Kyoko looked to Fujisaki and the two simply smirked slightly. Kyoko had to admit, the thought of Junko raising a child... especially Harry... that was a frightening thought.

Kyoko's rumbling stomach pulled her from her thoughts, reminding her why she came down in the first place. She blushed and rose to her feet. "I'll...be getting my dinner now..." Leaving the table, she thankfully ran into Makoto and Mukuro in the line to get food.

"Oh, hey Kirigiri." Makoto remarked. "How was your day?"

"...eventful." She replied simply. Makoto pressed no further, deciding that she was in one of her moods where she just wanted to think. After getting her food, Kyoko took it to her room. She sat on her bed, silently eating her food, she cast a glance out the window, hoping Harry was doing fine.

Back at the hospital, Harry was currently finishing his meal, and a nurse was wiping his mouth, Harry didn't mind this nurse, she was like Miss Kyoko, she was kind.

"Um... Miss Nurse? When is Miss Kyoko coming back?" He asked timidly.

The nurse looked at him before smiling and patting his head gently. "Probably tomorrow, dear. She seems very attached to you you know." Harry blushed slightly and let himself be set back down into the bed and have the blankets pulled up over him.

"She's really, nice, she's like my mommy..." He mumbled.

The nurse couldn't help but let out a soft giggle at those words. "Yes, she really is, isn't she?" She patted the boy's head. "Now, you really must go to sleep, dear."

"M'kay." Harry mumbled sleepily, his eyes growing heavy as he fell into a comfortable sleep, a warm dream of Kyoko's comforting hugs playing in his mind. The nurse left quietly, and Harry smiled softly in his sleep. For the first time in what felt like his entire life, he didn't have a single bad dream.

Kyoko continued reading her book, once again drawn into the mystery it presented, she let a small smile form on her face as she thought about tomorrow, Harry would be coming back with her.