A/N:: I'm so sorry! This came out so late... I had CTs, had a falling out with a friend and was stuck a little on the story. Thanks for waiting though, and for all the reviews and follows and favourites and all that! Thank you. :))

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The petite brunet sighed as she nursed the warm cup. Her eyes were downcast with slight worry.

It wasn't often that she would be worried with whom Tsuna hung out with, but being his mother, there are times in which she would be concerned. Of course, it wasn't like she didn't believe M.M-chan to be a nice girl, but that uniform...

Kokuyo was worrying.

Often she had heard news of unsuspecting girls being pulled into the practically abandoned school, and...

Nana closed her eyes and shook her head at the disturbing thought. M.M looked tough, and she had helped Tsu-kun...

She was worried though...

She pursed her lips together before taking a deep breath. Standing, she walked to the phone where she tapped in a number she had memorised by heart. Three rings passed before a click signified the call went through.

She smiled even though she knew the other couldn't see.

"Hello, is that you, dear?"

The night was cold as she sat up, staring at the street through half-lidded eyes. At the hour, the streets below were secluded, with only the occasional car's headlights lighting up the darkness. Her heart was heavy as she thought about the day's happenings.

She thought of Mukuro, remembering the rage that splayed across his face. She thought of Chrome, the little weakling that needed to be protected. She thought of Kokuyo, the people who never stood up for anyone. And finally, she thought of Sawada Tsunayoshi, someone who defeated Mukuro several times yet also had the same naivety as Chrome.

She exhaled, feeling the freshness of Namimori's air as compared to Kokuyo's. She could only imagine what could happen the day after. She could only be here for a day after all. Anything after... she couldn't become the dependant fool.

Suddenly, she could hear the swing of a door. She froze, twisting herself so it could be thought that she was sleeping. Pursing her lips, she heard the footsteps grow louder. Her heart throbbed resoundingly.

The door creaked open, slowly, as if whoever did it wanted to not wake her up. Was it a burglar?

"M.M?" Shamefully, her body relaxed instinctively. Before she could beat herself up over it, her bed dipped in the added weight of Sawada Tsunayoshi. "I know you're awake, M.M..."

Even when she knew there was no point hiding, she kept quiet.

"Chrome told me that you left Kokuyo..." M.M sat up, the words tumbling out her throat as she did.

"That fucking bitch-" Tsuna's eyes narrowed.

"She was worried. I would appreciate it if you won't demean my friends." His eyes were darker, and seeing this protective side of him made something bubble in her. A bitter smile spread her lips and she sneered.

"Of course! You have to protect her after all! She's useless, pathetic, weak! Her powers depend on Mukuro! That's the only reason he likes her! The only reason anyone likes her!" She hissed the last line, teeth gritted. Her breath was heavy, and she clutched the sheets below her like they were an anchor.

Tsuna didn't say anything. He stared at her through a steely gaze, and all of a sudden, he pulled her into a hug. She froze in the warm arms, eyes wide, colour unknowingly tinged red. She struggled slightly, but soon gave up and relaxed in the comforting embrace.

"If you don't have anywhere to stay...you can stay here if you want...for as long as you need. We have the space, and Mama won't mind, she loves company. And the kids will warm up to you..." M.M flushed at the belying meaning. It took the brunet to realise what he had said and his face too warmed, and he let go of her in burning embarrassment.

"So-sorry..." He stuttered, looking away with a red face. The moonlight bathed him in an ethereal light, making colour on his cheeks so much more prominent.

Dammit! Was it bad she wanted to return to his arms?

She mentally shook her head. She only knew the idiot for a day. She wasn't in love with him! She wasn't!

She watched as the brunet as he rushed out, a stuttering mess as he bid her goodnight. She swore softly as she fell back onto her bed, her arms stinging with an urge to do something.

She wasn't in love with him...

But that sure as hell didn't mean she didn't find him attractive.

She woke up to a scream. Her eyes flew up, hand grabbing her clarinet as she jumped out the bed- Wait... Bed?

Vaguely in her sleep-induced confusion, she could hear the tinkle of Nana's voice. "Tsu-kun, could you wake M.M-chan too?" She blinked, before her mind cleared.

Oh yeah... She wasn't in Kokuyo anymore. A knock on her door broke her out of her reverie.

"M.M! Wake up! Breakfast is ready, so you can just change into the clothes I left in the bag by your bed!" What? Her eyes moved to said bag. Opening it, she found clothes that looked strangely like the uniform she indistinctly remembered as Namimori's uniform.

"Sorry, M.M. I was supposed to tell you yesterday but I...uh...got distracted." The words came out in a rush. "Mama enrolled you into Namimori, she thinks that it would be better for you to... get an education."

Can she even do that?

"JYUUDAIME~!"

"Ah, Gokudera-kun's here...I'll wait for you downstairs okay?"

The flurry of steps running down the stairs followed the brunet's departure. M.M still felt confused, but knowing she couldn't do anything, she shrugged and pulled on the uniform.

Might as well.

She was downstairs a few minutes later, pulling on the ribbon that adorned her neck like an accursed collar. Scowling, she loosened it and shifted the bag on her shoulder. She would always bring her clarinet everywhere after all.

"Ah, you're here." She looked up, hearing Tsuna's voice.

"Jyuudaime, isn't that girl the bitch that attacked Aneki?" Irritation sparked at the gruff voice.

"Oi, Tsuna." A brief 'Don't speak like that to Jyuudaime' interrupted her, but she ignored him. "Who are these two?"

Both the silver-haired male and the weird grinning guy at the door were familiar, but they didn't raise any memories.

Tsuna blinked, before he smiled. "Oh, this is Gokudera-kun," he gestured at the scowling silver-head, "and Yamamoto." The smiling guy waved. "They're my friends."

"Haha, hiya! Nice to meet you! Aren't you that girl that Bianchi was playing mafia with back at Kokuyo?" Her eye twitched as she stared at the tall male.

Play?

Tsuna noticed her gaping, and leaned towards her, whispering, "Er...don't think too much about it." She nodded, and the brunet turned to call to his friends. "C'mon, if we're any later, Hibari will kill us..."

"Mmkay, Tsuna! Let's go, Gokudera!" The silverhead sputtered vulgarities as the baseball player dragged him away. Tsuna laughed as he trailed after them, but stopped as he realised she wasn't following. He tilted his head.

"What's wrong?" He gave her a comforting smile and reached out for her hand. "Let's go."

She hesitated, before begrudgingly grasping the outstretched palm. He grinned, before dragging her to catch up with the other two. When they caught up to them, they realised the girls were there already. Tsuna said his greetings, and introduced them.

Watching the brunet, she sighed.

Maybe it wasn't so bad if she stay...

No. She had to return to Kokuyo.

She looked up from her feet, and saw the five chat amicably.

She could never belong here. She never belonged in the light. She was tainted.

She belonged in Kokuyo.

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