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Snippet 2 (Flower Funerals; Tsuna's POV)

Tsuna walked out of the bathroom attached to his store and while patting his jeans to get all the water off his hands, he caught sight of two men waiting in front of the counter. Both had turned around as soon as he left the bathroom and were staring at him intensely. Strange, but common.

"Welcome to Millefiore Flower Shop. How may I help you?" Tsuna asked while walking around the counter, cheeks coloring at having customers come in while the store was unattended—maybe he needed to hire some help? Usually customers didn't come in at this hour since it was so close to lunch, but the store had been doing well lately…

"We'd like you to prepare funeral arrangements," said the shorter of the two men, who was dressed in a fur-trimmed black and yellow coat with a gigantic hat that looked like…a toad? The other one at least looked more normal, being bald and wearing a neatly pressed black suit. Not something you'd see outside of a metropolis but at least relatively sane.

"Funeral arrangements? I'm sorry for your loss, what would you like…" Tsuna and the two men discussed all the details; though mostly it was just the bald man who talked while the man with the big hat looked at the flowers with a bland look on his face.

They left 30 minutes later after giving him an address to which deliver the flowers to. The man with the big hat ended up buying several extra flowers while muttering about how a "sempai" of his was going to like the flowers because he was so girly and how he hopped his hat wasn't stabbed again and that nee-san didn't feel sad he didn't take flowers for him. That man was definitely weird.

Three days later he drove across town to the address, a nondescript house, and knocked on the door.

"What?" demanded an irritated blonde haired woman with a light accent—German if he wasn't mistaken.

"Hello, I'm from Millefiore Flower Shop. Two men came to my shop on Tuesday and asked for me to deliver funeral arrangements to this address."

"What?!"

"Ah…is the address wrong? Here I have it on this paper," Tsuna said and handed the paper on which the address was written on to the woman. She rapidly scanned the paper and then turned to stare at the flowers intensely. Then her eyes widened and she unexpectedly became pale.

"Ma'am are you alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, where did you say you were from again?" she asked (read: demanded) him with narrowed eyes. Wary now, he hesitantly repeated the shop name. She hummed and asked where she needed to sign before taking the funeral arrangement and shutting the door.

Left off-balance Tsuna stared at the closed-door before shaking his head and walking back to his car. That had certainly been weird.

The woman from the apartment he had gone to yesterday had just entered his store. She walked purposely over to the counter and gave a saccharine smile.

"Hello, this is Millefiore Flower Shop right?"

"Yes it is, how may I help you?"

The woman's smile widened and gained a dangerous edge. "I want to arrange funeral arrangements."

This was giving him a sense of Deja-vu, "Oh, I see; what would you like…" As they talked Tsuna wondered if he was again going to deliver flowers to people who are still alive and clearly not planning a funeral. Well either way it would be an interesting story to tell his doctor at next week's meeting.

Tsuna drove up to an apartment building and took the funeral arrangement up to the second floor. When he knocked, a woman with light brown hair and glasses opened the door and stared at him in shock.

"Hello," he said after a silence filled pause, "I'm from Millefiore Flower Shop. A woman came to my shop last

Friday and asked me to deliver funeral arrangements to this address."

The woman snapped out of her shock and frowned.

"Was the woman blonde?"

"Oh yes, Do you know her…?

"We're friends," she said firmly in a way that made Tsuna not believe her at all, "where do I need to sing for these?"

10 minutes later he walked out the building feeling even more confused. Why did people keep buying funeral arrangements and sending them to others who are a) Not planning a funeral and b) Still completely alive. Maybe they really were friends and were just playing a prank on each other?

Tsuna absently looked at the time and abruptly ran to his car. Merde! He was about to be late for his appointment with Doctor Shamal!

As the door closed behind the same bald man who had come in a week ago, said man walked over to the counter and said, "Hello again, I'd like to order a funeral arrangement."

Tsuna was starting to see a pattern. He didn't mention this thought out loud and asked instead, "All right, how would you like it?"

Later he wasn't all that surprised when he was given the address of the blond woman again. What did surprise him was the letter that the man asked him to pass along as well.

Tsuna looked at the slim envelope, sealed shut with one of the weirdest emblems he had ever seen (was that a bullet?), wondering what was inside but, in the end, it wasn't his business.

Four days later he was once again standing in front of the first house. When the woman opened the door she blinked at seeing him there —shifting from foot to foot and holding funeral flowers— and pursed her lips.

"I take it someone asked you to deliver flowers to me again, didn't they?" she said before he could talk.

"Yes, could you sign here to confirm the delivery?" he asked and while she signed her name he took out the envelope and handed it to her when he received the signed papers. "They also asked me to deliver this with the flowers."

She looked at the envelope with wary eyes as if though expecting it to explode, became so pale at the sight of the seal that Tsuna thought she was going to faint, and reluctantly opened it while absentmindedly beginning to close the door.

Tsuna looked at her and the letter in her hand before walking away feeling very confused and rather unsettled. This whole situation—as strange as it was—was probably a prank; who else would write—from the little he managed to see of the letter—something as weird as: "Roses are red, Violets are blue. Flowers have short life spans, and soon you will too." If not for a prank?

Author Note:

I decided to post both POV's. The first one is from Tsuna's POV and doesn't really explain well what happened since he doesn't have all the information. The next chapter, the one from the woman's point of view, will be the one that actually explains what happens and all the power plays that Tsuna completely overlooked. Now I just got to write it. Come to me inspiration, come to me!

Also if someone from Germany or who speaks German is (for some reason, don't know why you'd be insulted, but people are weird) insulted by the fact that her accent makes her (the 'bad guy' only not really, it'll be explained in the next chapter) German, please don't be. Germany is awesome and even if the exact pronunciation of most of the words in German gives me a headache (I'm trying to learn it right now…) it's also awesome so please don't be insulted.

Oh, almost forgot, merde means shit in French. Shit in Italian would be merda and in Spanish: mierda. Common origins are awesome.