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After the whole fiasco of running into two extremely extreme siblings (Well…one of them was extremely extreme, at least.) with rather bright and cheerful dispositions towards life (Which kinda rubbed off me…a little. It's hard to NOT smile even a teeny little bit if you have a guy like Ryohei screaming out passionately about simple things like the breakfast Kyoko was being so nice as to offer, though I blandly declined.), I made my way home for a well needed shower with Lucine in tow on her tricycle (That to be frank, made her look adorable….but she's still evil…. Pure….evil.) who was still smiling her calm odd cheerful cat-smile.

I swear I have seen that smile before somewhere….

After showering and getting ready for school, I was having a light breakfast of warm milk and a piece of toast and butter on a plate in my room, drying my wet hair from this morning's shower with a blow dryer, free hand holding the Shounen Jump magazine I had barely gone through (Life suddenly filled with Mafia Baby induced chaos does that to you.) I bought a few days ago as Reborn and Lucine discussed about my lack of endurance (Would a completely normal introverted teenager train their endurance where there was no need in the first place? Would they? Well, I won't. Case closed.) as I flipped through a page, scanning the newest news about a new Pokémon Gen being released soon, not paying heed to my surroundings.

I had about half an hour till the time I actually woke up, after all.

Their discussion ended and Reborn left as I went over to read about some other news, but I already lost concentration on my magazine as I felt Lucine's ice stare at me, making me uncomfortable as I fluffed up my hair, the strawberry scent of the shampoo still fresh in the caramel locks as I flicked off the dryer. Turning towards Lucine, I looked back as she her lone eye caught mine as the cold morning temperature cooled down my warm face, my hair dry, but a fluffy mess. She looked like she was thinking about something, reflected in that cold ruby eye of hers, as if it was a mirror reflecting a pool of blood.

I tried not though think of any more slightly morbid thoughts…..Pandora Hearts was getting to me….. Definitely getting to me. On second thought, she reminds me off Xerxes Break actually, with him being depicted on the front page of the magazine and all, drinking tea….Huh….."….what….?" I asked blandly, but much softer than my usual cutting tone due to fatigue as my gaze feel back onto the magazine, pretending to be nonchalant, before looking back at her.

Lucine stared for a moment longer, before she blinked, her face taking on a small moment of surprise as if she was remembering something, a little crease in her forehead from her eyebrows pointing down as a sign of worry, before she quickly relaxed back into calm with a serene smile and turned and walked out the door, bunny-ears bouncing with her steps as her hair trailed behind her.

I blinked, before looking at her back curiously.

Was there something wrong with my new tutor? I wondered as I looked back at my magazine, shrugging my shoulders before tiredly reading a few more pages.

School can wait. Manga now.

…

NOOOO! UNCLE OSCAR!

"Good morning Tsuna, Tsuki!" Yamamoto's overly cheerful voice greeted us I munched on pocky in silence and Tsuna trudged on with bangs under his eyes due to the late night tutoring Reborn put him through. "Why so moody you two?" He asked as he easily fell into step along side us, just like a good friend would…..

That is unusual…. for me that is….

And for some unfathomable reason, I suddenly decided I should look over to him. Look over I did, and I immediately noticed something.

Yamamoto heals freaking fast.

I mean really, we don't see him for a whole afternoon and night, and BAM his arms is off the sling and is now used to wave at us Sawada Twins as we arrive at school while Tsuna yawned, complaining of lack of sleep (While I secretly pouted at him….He wasn't the one getting woken up by bucket of water and ice-cubes just to run around the neighborhood at 5 freaking A.M. But I kept it to myself, since I knew what he had to go through as well….Reborn. Nuff Said).

I stared at Yamamoto's arm, which was still bound by bandages, sure, but it wasn't in a sling anymore….

I deadpanned as I munched on pocky, thinking of the possibilities of such a speedy recovery…

…

I sense dark sorcery…..

Fangirls…..cults….Some stuff…

….

That isn't possible…right?

….Right…I'll stick with his obsession with milk as my hypothesis.

…

Don't judge me because I remembered that…..

"Ahahaha! What's with the weird face you have there, Tsuki?" Yamamoto laughs as he slung his right arm over Tsuna's neck, shocking my twin out of his daydream as I still looked at the jock oddly, but face still rather plain emotionless as usual he turned to Tsuna "Lack of sleep? You have bangs under your eyes!" His attention turned to my twin, who looked rather sheepish at the display of friendship from the cheerful jock beside him.

I looked at Yamamoto with slight confusion. He; who was rather famous for his ignorance of his multitudes of fangirls who try to feed him with food everyday and his popularity, noticed my slight change in facial muscles?

….Maybe he isn't as ignorant as I thought.

Hmm….

"Er….Yeah…." Tsuna said nervously, a hit of sheepishness in his tone "Some stuff happened….." He trailed off rather sullenly and rather reluctant, thinking over the chaos that happened recently as Yamamoto laughed.

I inwardly scoffed as sullenly as my twin as I silently munched on the pocky. 'Some stuff happened' barely covered all the chaos that already happened!

I started to think back over all the chaos as Yamamoto and Tsuna started conversing, lost in my own thoughts about all that was happening, especially Lucine, not noticing the silver haired teen glaring at a certain happy-go-lucky jock that was 'bonding' with my twin, both laughing at one thing or another like boys would as my thoughts started to wander again, back Kyoko and her overbearingly cheerful older brother, Ryohei; whom both didn't seem to notice my nervousness and wholeheartedly accepted me as a friend and in Ryohei's case, a family member.

Oddly enough though, most of my thoughts strayed to my new Spartan tutor, Lucine, and the odd expression she gave this morning.

...odd indeed….

…..

NOOO! UNCLE OSCAR! WHY DID YOU DIE?! Dammit!

Gokudera finally turned up today for class in all his dog-tagged, silver-haired Italian-fied glory (Can't say I'm exactly ecstatic to see him, but I was worried. After all, he was rather….nice… to us….if not overly enthusiastic to beat people up if they looked at him funny. Or look at us twins wrong….) after doing don't know what for the past few days, and he didn't seem very happy at Yamamoto for one reason over the other as he greeted us with an exclamation of "JUUDAIME! JUUHIME!" at the top of his lungs that actually made me jump out of my seat and actually topple over from the shock as I tossed my Shounen Jump I brought to school into the air, its pages fluttered in the air as he barreled into the classroom, chewing nicotine gum happily and somewhat oblivious to my plight while Tsuna 'Hieeeeeee'd!' like usual. Yep, pretty much normal…..

Till the young mafia-man landed his beautiful intense emerald-green (What? I like green. Green is plants. Plants is oxygen. Oxygen is life. I'm getting off track here.) gaze on Yamamoto (Right, I'll admit, that sounded very weird in my head.), and his attitude did a 180 flip and he snapped and started yelling in some language (I had a feeling it was Italian, just a guess) at him, with a bit of Japanese mixed in so we had a vague idea what he was saying.

He kept saying "Baseball Idiot." Over one reason over the other,

Right now, he was glaring at Yamamoto after the teacher had entered and I pulled him down (He seemed to be embarrassed as I did so. That, or he was flushed from all that yelling he did. How did he yell so much?), who just so happened to be sitting beside me like he always did (Why did I not notice that before this?!) as he sat at the other side of me, making me feel a tad little uncomfortable as he grinned charmingly at me if I caught his eye and making more than several female classmates more than jealous, some of them giving me the evil eye while he ignored their calls.

Except Kyoko the girl that was more naïve than Yamamoto and perhaps kinder, as she simply smiled warmly at me, her best friend; Kurokawa Hana, just continued to ignore the class in favor of what the teacher was explaining.

Well, now I'm going to start on Hana. Why exactly? Because I like to explain things that derail me from my original line of thought, that's why.

She was the exact opposite of Kyoko. Cold, snarky, and sarcastic rolled into one dark-haired teenager made up Hana (Who was surprisingly…normal. Plain and simple, and very much welcome). She was a normal somewhat pretty teen that was somehow the best friend of Kyoko, and didn't seem to harbor any particular hate to me, even though she did look at me rather funny while Kyoko introduced us both in the morning whilst I munched my pocky and gave my usual greeting in monotone.

"….."

I don't blame her. I was never one for making friends (I tried when I was younger in primary, but apparently everyone was too intimidated of me for one reason over the other, or seemed to ignore me all together. Not that made me sad or anything), and this was the first time Kyoko ever spoke to me in school anyway. So Hana was right to be suspicious of the self-proclaimed and labeled emo Introvert of the class, who usually spent her days thinking about stuff no one cares about while munching on copious amounts of strawberry pocky and typically not bothering in forming friendships with the 'normal' people had suddenly become friends with 'The School's Idol', who should be wayyy beyond my 'comfort zone' of 'relationships'.

Which was particularly true, not that I showed any irritation of creating more friends I had to answer insanely boring questions to…though it was there…..it was there….

So I shrugged at her nonchalantly, before giving her pocky as a peace treaty and friendship gift.

We became some sort of acquaintances, though I kept quiet all the time as Kyoko told of how we became friends and Hana simply dismissed me after our little 'ice-breaking', and I was rather grateful she didn't start asking random questions for no apparent reason.

….Yeah….I made some friends (Some less normal than others), something I never thought I'd ever do in my lifetime….

Heck, now that think of it, even Tsuna made friends. Dame-Tsuna (As usual, I meant nothing by that.), made friends with the most popular jock in school, Yamamoto Takeshi, something normally impossible if Yamamoto wasn't such a nice kid who only wanted to live his life, and not some snooty kid with attitude problems, and Tsuna had not saved his life without the help of Reborn and his freaky Dying Will Bullet. (Do I even have to mention Gokudera at this point? Do I? Really? No.)

When did such change happen I wonder?

When Reborn first arrived with Leon in tow and shot Tsuna in the head…?

Hummm…..

These things plagued my mind as I blankly pretended to listen in English Class, Yamamoto snoring behind a textbook with his arm sprawled out and evading the eyes of our teacher, Tsuna nodding off himself, and Gokudera glaring at Yamamoto (Who snored softly.) while smiling at me when I turned to him during my musings as I sketched some random doodles on a paper, wondering how I got to this point in the first place.

Hey, it wasn't normal for an introverted girl and her 'useless' brother to suddenly become somewhat friends with such a unique mix of people all at once, you know.

….

I had a bad feeling about all this….call it Intuition… if you will.

...

Well, that sounded rather ominous...

Note to self, when having a bad feeling about something, try to escape the country via any mode of transport possible. Or at least leave for Hokkaido and stay there forever.

Or at least until Reborn and any other talking babies where somehow eradicated by some very convenient means. I vote for random laser beams.

'The stuff that happens within one day still boggles my mind.' I thought to myself fairly flatly as I ran for my life, somehow dodging random lethal weapons of mass destruction that exploded very fancily with all that flashing and all that with the sound of destruction in every direction I tried to escape, Yamamoto laughing in front of me while Tsuna screamed behind me. The latter was normal, the former kind of creeps me out. Yamamoto, really? We could die here, and you think it's a game? 'Should I be more concerned over my own well being instead of wondering why the world is conspiring against me and mulling over Yamamoto's sanity?' I mulled the thought over, not paying heed to the random missile that sailed over my head and exploded somewhere about the left, making Yamamoto laugh and Tsuna blanch as I continued jogging almost calmly through the 'battlefield', my clean hair now covered in soot and slightly singed from straying too close to an explosion.

Humm….maybe I should be more upset….

…..

Meh, not worth the effort.

Then, Reborn must have put his 'Convincing People to Blow other People the Eff-Up' skills to good use because he somehow managed to make Gokudera toss a huge batch of explosive sticks….err….dynamite (Good grief, what's wrong with me?!) he had somehow managed to light up without his smokes at us using some sort of logic defying technique (They literally lit up once he held them out. Guess that's why he's supposedly 'Smoking Bomb Hayato' or something. Meh.), and thus, It rained Dynamite, Sub-Machine bullets, Explosive Shuriken (Courtesy of Lucine, of course) and Random Missiles of Nowhere I did not know who was firing.

"What the…." Yamamoto finally decided to use this particular moment to sound somewhat shocked.

"EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!" Tsuna shrieked, as always, from fear dying in a massive explosion of epicness.

"…." 'I thought we were still in English Class.' I simply thought rather pointlessly, watching impassively the world burned or something like that as Tsuna yanked on my arm while Yamamoto thought it was a good idea and dog-piled on us for some reason.

Then.

*BOOM*

Needless to say, I survived that whole fiasco with my limbs intact and sanity back from its untimely vacation. With a lot of burns and scratches and cuts while Tsuna and Yamamoto somehow miraculously remained unharmed even though they were supposed to have taken the full brunt of the blast, but hey, at least I was still alive, though rather squished and fuming inwardly at the stupidity of the situation.

….I'd smell of smoke for days though. And I wasn't very happy to say the least.

Would you be happy if random people you know started firing random weapons of mass destruction with the full intention to kill you? You wouldn't, that's what.

And you would not fancy smelling as though you just returned from war or something.

I sighed, my eye twitching as I shoved a stick of pocky into my mouth, trying not to explode or something. (It would be ironic if I didn't get blown into smithereens by a missile rocket, but my own usually suppressed emotions instead. Ah har har…) as I kept to myself and did what I did best, observe the interactions around me.

All was well enough, Gokudera accepted Yamamoto and seemed like he would not blow up the poor dude into tiny pieces, and I was about to calm down until they got into a small argument about being Tsuna's Right-Hand Man that quickly escalated to became the Shoulder, then Ear Lobe, then Nose Hair (Are they trying to recreate some morbid version of the 'Head and Shoulders-Knees and Toes' song?), then stopped at snot when I snapped and held up Bag-kun in some mock threatening manner and started swatting viciously at the boys heads, pissed off that they were acting so…childishly after a life or death situation while trying to not outright yell at them for being so idiotic.

Tsuna didn't stop me; I think he was still in shock in being able to survive enough ammunition to kill a mini-army to even attempt to prevent his currently semi-rabid younger twin sister from chasing two adolescent boys with her bag while she silently vented her anger, now holding her scissors and waving them in a threatening manner as Reborn watched amused as Lucine stood there in silence as usual.

In the end, it ended pretty well actually. Though Bag-Kun needs a little patching up now….And I was chased by Hibari for possessing a dangerous 'weapon' on school grounds (While wielding two extremely dangerous tonfas while at it…..) for it…..

IT WAS WORTH IT.

I had expected for a nice, peaceful and quiet for dinner of Soba Fish, Miso Soup (Soup…..Mmm…) and some stir-fried vegetables, casually dressed in T-shirt and shorts and bulky headphones and all, before I would retreat into my room for a quick read and music before bed since after all, there could only be SO MUCH of chaos in one day, right?

Apparently, Life said "Of course not you silly little wallflowery bitch!" And proceeded to show me how.

And show me it did, for I did certainly was not expecting to learn the resident cow-child could time travel to an extent. After a failed attempt of murdering Reborn with the cutlery none the less.

"….." My chopsticks dropped from my lax fingers as I stared at the male figure that appeared out of a pink cloud of smoke after Lambo shot himself with this humongous and bulky bazooka he kept in his afro (How that stay in there, I don't know. Maybe he was secretly Doraemon or something.) while sobbing with a knife sticking out from his forehead (Don't ask.). Instead of blowing up like I expected him too (I mean…it was a FREAKING BAZOOKA! What the heck was I supposed to think? That it was a device that might actually accidently ruin time and space?) this pink….smoke… poofy thingy…happened…...

Like….Poof?

….

And then a young male replaced snot-nosed brat, one emerald eye closed while sable curls slightly hung across his forehead and dressed in some sort of cowboy style?, and he looked really….handsome….I guess?

…..

Uhh…..What happened to the snot-nosed brat I was moderately attached to and where'd this kid who could pass for a model who was slightly inappropriately dressed doing in my house?

"…..Wuh….." Ahh, I was so proud of my suddenly non-existent language skills.

Lucine just took a large bite out of her rice right beside me, smiling easily as she sipped the soup.

Dang you talking babies and your epic ignoring of out of ordinary events,

"Goodness. It seems like I was brought back Ten Years by the 10 Year Bazooka." The male said in smooth baritone, looking around the house rather fondly, like he had lived here for years and had not been there here for some time or something, while rubbing his forehead, before he caught sight of my flabbergasted twin, who was gapping a lot like a fish would when it was forced on land to breathe air as the male waved slightly "Hello young Vongola, long time no see." He greeted, rather casually.

"Wah!? This person…..EH?" Looks like Tsuna suffered from a bout of falling language skills too.

The person did not look fazed in the slightest bit at our suddenly synchronized stupidity and continued "Thank You for taking care of me Ten Years ago." Seeing Tsuna's blatantly shown confusion (While I looked on with a rater strained poker-face) he helpfully elaborated "I am the crybaby, Lambo."

…..

Say wud? I thought.

"Wah? Say what?" Tsuna exclaimed, almost at the same time.

…. Sometimes I'm reminded why us Sawada twins where…the Sawada Twins in the first place.

But back to the subject at hand…..Lambo was apparently now currently a somewhat hot guy who was his ten years older counterpart after he got shot by his own wacky bazooka.

I groaned softly, before rubbing my head as my head fell with an audible *thump* on the table.

Why….? WHY TIME TRAVEL? Why one of the most impossible of the impossible next to talking kicking ass (Literally.) babies was happening right in front of my eyes? WHY?! Time Travel, Ten Year Bazooka? What?! What the hell is this, a convenient plot for a successful Shounen Manga or something?!

(Yes, I was very aware I was spazzing in my mind.)

"Hmmm…?" Adult Lambo looked towards my direction as I looked back up tiredly with a slightly sore forehead (The table was rather sturdy….No wonder Tsuna said it hurt!) to stare blankly at me as I stared right on back. His eye looked at me impassively like a cool guy would look at something that utterly did not impress them, until it widened with some sort of recognition slowly, then sparkled the BISHIE SPARKLES OF DOOM, and he then…..glomped me?

And as my chair toppled from his weight and we both crashed to the ground, my eyes widened as arms wrapped around my torso and a weight settled on my stomach before we crashed onto the ground, making me squeak as I quickly tried to wrestle my way out from under Lambo….

Ugh, that sounded SO FREAKING Wrong on so many levels!

"Tsu-nee~!" He gushed (Oh gosh! The Heck?!), tears in his eyes as I inwardly started freaking out because A) He was a HE and B) He was hugging me in an affectionate way and rubbing his face into my stomach and C) I was a GIRL DAMMIT….Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh….! "You're cuter than I remembered you where! I'd missed you so much! You're too busy to pay attention to me anymore, or help me when Aho-Dera was being mean! Tsu-nee~!" He cried, absolutely and utterly destroying the 'cool' air he had shown earlier in this bout of random affection.

"…..Okay…..." I murmured questioningly as my face started to feel pretty warm and my head started spinning, slightly pushing on his head hoping I could get him off as Tsuna spazzed in the background as the tutors merely munched nonchalantly, like there wasn't this huge crybaby of a teen clutching to me like I was some security blanket "….There….there?" I said, trying to console him and perhaps get him to loosen his death grip "…..It's….alright?" The hand that was pushing patted sable locks softly.

Adult Lambo looked at me for a moment, quiet and teary eyes and all that.

Then gosh, he started crying again, this time blubbering things I could barely understand, squishing his face directly into my belly and nuzzling against it like a small child would do for comfort. Except that he wasn't a child and was a fairly decent looking guy normal girls would fangirl over was doing it.

That did it.

My face was normal a small moment, then it absolutely FLAMED the next as Older Lambo still had his face buried into my stomach and crying onto my old faded somewhat plain mint-green tee, my neutral face unable to prevent the blood from showing through my pale skin at how utterly EMBARRESED and very much uncomfortable with all this sudden affection from a RADOM MALE that was NOT TSUNA or MOM who was from the future and STILL NOT TSUNA NOR MOM OR FAMILY and me, being me, had been avoiding physical contact with even the normal people, was being hugged by a huge cry-baby who was ironically not one of the actual babies in the house.

Then, unable to take the whole situation any longer from the stress that had suddenly occurred so suddenly around my supposedly normal life, I looked down, breathed once, twice, felt as though steam was pouring out of my ears, before going into a dead faint.

….I'll never catch a break, would I?

Apparently, I had a few days of rest at least.

It was a blazing hot day. I was sitting there in the kitchen with the curtains drawn, hair pinned back with randomly inserted white bobby pins and tied up, reading a random book at the table with a small pile of books stacked to the side, trying to cool down with a tiny fan that swiveled slowly and torturously stirring the air as I just stared at one spot on the book, not actually reading anything, as music quietly playing from the headphone's around my neck.

-(The number one princess in the whole entire world,

I know by heart how to treat you like that,

Don't I?)-

It was TOO DAMMIT HOT.

I groaned softly, giving up and just fanning myself using the book, which turned out to be one of the older chapters of Blue Exorcist as I polished off the pocky stick in my mouth before helping myself to a bottle of soda I pulled out from the fridge some time ago. 'What am I to do with my life?' I wondered as I sipped the slightly cool liquid, the fizz tickling my tongue as it went down as I fanned with my makeshift fan 'Sure, Reborn and Lucine where acting like their normal outlandish selves; what with all the explosions that happened recently….' My eye twitched to the night where Lambo suddenly poofed into a teen and glomped me in tears and….Dammit, that will not be a fond memory to have. 'But there wasn't anything particularly out of the ordinary recently…yet….Thought these events tend to have a bad habit of coming in one after another….'

One more sip of the soda (Grape, I blearily noted.), the doorbell rang, and a woman's voice called "Italian Pizza Delivery!"

I raised an eyebrow as I placed the bottle on the table and got up, drying my wet fingers on the hem of my white lose t-shirt (What? What's wrong with T-shirts?) as I got up, shuffling to the door; somewhat confused while I did so….why was there a pizza delivery?

Unfortunately, it was too hot, and I was somewhat distracted by the music from the headphones, so I did not catch the 'Italian' part of that odd sentence while humming to the song. So when I opened the door to reveal a rather stunning woman with flowing magenta hair, vaguely familiar face and green eyes holding and a pizza box with a scorpion print on it while wearing a style too casual to be a pizza delivery person, my inner alarm bells only chose that moment to start saying the regular thing.

'RUN WOMAN RUN! THIS IS A CRAZY BITCH!' Or something among those lines.

But my brain did not get that message right and I ended up having miscommunication problems in my brain as I stared silently at the model woman right outside our doorstep, while the next verse of the song floated out from the device around my neck.

-(A fault? She has countless!

I've never had a day where she says nothing.

And she really never listens to her brother, ya know?)-

I sweatdroped at the beautiful pizza woman person, who looked down at me rather oddly too, like she wasn't expecting me at all; also, why the hell are these very attractive people randomly dropping down from the sky and landing right into my life? First Gokudera, then Yamamoto, then Ryohei (Or Ryo-nii as he wants me call him.) who was…somewhat okay-ish if put truthfully, and then Adult Lambo, and now this.

Why? Just….why?!

"…." I opened my mouth to ask something. Like…..Why the heck are you here? (It was too hot to be polite.)

"You're that girl from earlier!" My twin's voice exclaimed at this moment from somewhere behind me, making me turn back slightly in shock. When did he get here?

Then, the pizza woman suddenly had something to say "Thanks for waiting." She says smoothly as she took out a HEAVY DUTY gas mask and slipped it over her face "A delivery of 'Vongola' Pizza."

Then, she opened the Pizza Box and this….Purple mist floated out of it and into the air and immediately both us Sawada twins started gagging and choking on the noxious fumes, coughing and spluttering, and a sense of dizziness overcame me as I slumped to the floor, trying to hold my breath as the pizza woman shoved the box straight at us, the fumes almost directly into our face.

Then Reborn saves the day with a bullet that sent the pizza flying away from the woman's hands and onto the road, and it sat there for a few moments before a few crows fell onto the purple looking sludge in the box like morbid extra toppings, already dead from the fumes.

…..

"…." I stared at the box with dead crows on it, to Reborn's back, to the woman's face, before I wobbled, and passed out on Tsuna, who started spazzing, of course.

Humm….just normal chaos I guess.

-(Omake)-

Lucine watched impassively at the clock, her ruby eye watching it intently as the hands counted down the seconds of the day in thier set pace, ticking away slowly, steadily, rhythmically. Ticking away.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Her eye was seemingly focused on the clock, but truthfully it was clouded in thought. She was not seeing, but rather just staring into air, as if she was watching random slips of pictures as they floated into the air, played out into memories of the past. Reminiscing. Remembering.

She presses a palm to her Pacifier as she exhales and slowly closes her eyes, trying to feel warmth…if any, in the object in her hand.

There was energy, but it was faint. It was almost cold. It was even stealing warmth from her fingers.

Tick. Tock.

Lucine blinked, her eye shining brilliantly as she pulled out from her thoughts, before she looked at the clock, stare becoming a glare. A glare, filled with unidentifiable emotions as they mixed together, meshed to create a perfect balance of them all, yet still a chaotic mess, thinly veiled with a small layer of false cheer.

Tick...Tock...

She blinks, before she turns away from the clock on the wall, giving the illusion that she was nonchalantly sipping the abandoned grape soda on the table as the kitchen door opened, revealing a very cheerful looking Sawada Nana, already in her apron, ready to prepare dinner like the dependable mother and housewife she was.

"Arra?" She makes a confused sound as she noted the stack of manga laying rather neatly on the kitchen table. Tsuki left very few messes, since it was annoying for her to clean up after. "Tsu-chan forgot to clean up?" The woman simply blinks confusedly for a few more minuets, not sure about what to make of this small difference in her daughter's habits, before she looked off, sure that her daughter would clean up her mess, and headed toward the fridge.

She never even noticed Lucine sitting there drinking soda, right next to the pile, as if the infant had not existed in the first place.

A/N: I am BACK with a somewhat-ish 'if-you-squint'-ish angsty Omake! /brick'd by random person

Okay, okay, so this update is took longer than usual. I know (Beats self up) I had a bout of Writer's Block and all my ideas left me in the dust! /cries

But now I am back, hopefully I can push this some more until I at LEAST reach the Kokuyou Arc! That will be my first hurdle to surpass, whoppie!

Also, guess the song! Guess the song~! Get...something. I dunno (Sweatdrops)

Hall of fame! (I think I need a batter name for this =_='')

konan248 (Thanks, but Tsuna is actually older...did I portray her wrong? OTL)

chaosrin (Really? Glad you think that way :D And yes, I aiming for that.)

monophonic (Hah, glad you think she is...Spoilers so no comment on that! And Tsuki is...funny O-O?)

Well, that's about it for this chapter so...

Read and Review? :D

EDITED: Tuesday, June 18 2013