"N-no! S-stop!" I cried out, I couldn't move. My hands were bound together in front of me. I could feel something wet between my legs. I was completely flushed and panting. "Ah!"

Blood was splattered everywhere I looked. I didn't know what was going on…

"Tu sei mio," A malicious voice said. I cried out once again.

I bolted upwards, ripping my eyes open and clutched my arms. I was shivering uncontrollably, breathing irregularly and my eyes were bloodshot. A new nightmare. It felt more like a terrifying memory. Which was it? Who was that…?

"What did he mean by 'you are mine'?" I whispered. I was terrified… I gripped my head and cried freely. I don't remember how long ago it was that a nightmare had had me so worked up before… Something felt off… Something wrong… I sniffed and continued to let the tears flow freely.

--

"Well this is awkward." I was staring at my shoe locker, which was stuffed with cards and other stuff. I opened the door and all the papers fell out. I sweat dropped. "Geez…" Most of the papers said 'Get Well Soon!' and 'Fight Asa-kun! Fight!'

Err… Was this because of my recent hospitalization? I should really clean this up… With a sigh I picked up the papers. I'll go through some of them when I get bored.

I ended up looking at all of them anyways.

--

It wasn't an order this time… I'm not quite sure why I decided to come. I just did. Now I'm here watching the fight between the 'sun guardians' or whatever. It ended quite quickly, in my perspective. Still, in the end, I paid half attention. I wondered if I should be watching to work on my own development, though I haven't even bothered to try using the Kusarigama.

It might be more productive if I started paying more attention. I sighed. Damn it. I grimaced as the robot guy; I think they called him Gola Mosca, shot that really creepy sun guardian. Uh... Lusuru.. Lussuria! There we go! ... Yeah. The next math is the thunder guardians... yatta yatta... Why am I still standing here...? Yatta... blah blah... bleh.

Actually, I'm wondering how Hibari's training is going. Reborn did mention that he was part of the family. What ring would he be though? Hmm... Oh well, I'll find out sooner or later.

Kyoko buying the entire thing about the sumo wrestling match. Me just standing there sleepy. Ring in box... Tsuna's dad. I mentally sighed and left after the entire thing. Why the hell did I wait that long to leave? I think the lack of sleep I get from the nightmare, I shivered, is getting to me.

--

Well. This is troubling. Should I look up some school or teacher for Kusarigamajutsu or something? I examined the blade of one of the sickles. It looked new and ready for some heavy battle, though how would I be able to judge that?

"Geez! Dante! That's dangerous to do that without training properly!"

Huh?

"This isn't some sort of game! Fork 'em over!"

Who was that? I groaned. Too many voices. Shut up! It was silent enough for me to hear Joey singing in the shower, which was quite disturbing, but quiet.

"Who would know Kusarigamajutsu?" It surprised me that I could say the damn word.

Tu sei mio. I shivered. I didn't want to see that nightmare. My mind went completely off the idea of the Kusarigama and back to my nightmare. I was petrified. It got worse every night. I'd hear someone else screaming, I'd see more blood, more pain and flames. It was suffocating. I knew I couldn't run away from sleep for a long time, so I gave in, laying my head down on the pillow and preparing myself.

--

I awoke in a familiar place. I sighed in relief when it wasn't the nightmare, or maybe it changed once again. I wasn't sure, but as long as it wasn't going to be terrifying. I was startled when I heard a voice.

"Dante..." I didn't know what made me do this, but I turned around and ran into that person's arms. I was scared... He seemed to be surprised at this, but adapted quickly, holding my gently. "Dante? What's wrong?"

"I don't want to see it," I cried. I let my tears fall. "I don't want to see that nightmare again..."

Mukuro, for one that wasn't exactly the easy type to surprise, looked at my strangely.

"A nightmare?" I nodded and cried on his shirt.

"I don't want to see it," I repeated. His embrace was tender, though it felt strong. It felt safe.

"It's okay you don't have to see it."

And my boring, cliche side shows though. Yay.