I never realize that I shall be doing a J-Rock themed song, and this is currently one of my favorites.


I think it's because of LM.C's 88 that I got hooked on the band itself, as well as to this certain songs. It was amusing that I'll be using this for certain drabble.


Oh, gosh-darn-gee, where in the world I got this? *snorts*


And, I know, but why again? Although, it was a nice twist kind of an AU-ish but then again. *bows* Sorry for Hana-fans out there! .


Message would make the Vongola Guardians have their own... rock band(?) so please hit me with a tuna fish. *is hit by a tuna fish*

Oh, dear God, Eighteen pages for these certain drabble? I can't believe this!




=Oh my Juliet=


"You can laugh and say this is a foolish love, I'll drop everything and go to you right away.


Oh, my Juliet...


'Please, God, tell me; what do I have to do for my wish to come true?
Ah…it hurts so bad, I cry to the night sky...'
'Oh, Does everyone go to sleep holding a love like this?

Ah…wake up right now and laugh and say it's a lie, oh my sweet Juliet...'


You, who can sleep, and me, with no name; lashed by the rains of tragedy, say good bye..."


---

A dark chuckle escaped the person's lips as she watched the green-haired woman standing on her forlorn self, her face showing no emotions though she could tell that, deep down, she was cursing her with everything she had got. The rain seem to be the best setting on this as she removed her gaze from the gray-eyed female and onto the face of her lover, hands caressing to his face as he only showed no emotions towards the other one who was left in the rain by her lonesome self.

And, yet...

Said green-haired female only stood in there, fist balled itself though her facade shown no emotion. Deep inside, however, she felt deeply hurt at the betrayal though she did not dare to show it.

Why, Ryohei?

The lie may look shallow, but for Nana, it's deep enough for her to know that she had been a fool all these time. She was too naive to realize it, not to mention that she was too nice to bypass this. She just let them be; apparently, this Hana Kurokawa decided, after breaking up with Ryohei Sasagawa for a year, to return to his arms. Her lies seem convincing, enough for him to think that she was sincere. Nana, however, said that she doesn't mind seeing that she knows the boxer may still have feelings for her. But as soon as his back is turned, she had seen that it was only a deception; something that even the benevolent fighter such as her even admitted that it was sickening to the point that she could just hurl right here and now.

And yet...

"Kami-sama...[God...]"

Her voice sounded hoarse, unknown to them that she was crying from the inside. It was lucky that it was raining and it was around night-time, they won't notice it. As soon as their figure disappeared from the distance, leaving her alone, that was only when she cried fully, tears covered by the rain as she drop down onto her knees, hands clutching her heart, as she repeated these words from the bottom of her heart.

"Why..."

Why was she damn too nice to even let this woman have him back? She will hurt him once again, abuse him, use him against his will, and Ryohei would just oblige because he had loved her. He had said he liked Nana, but she knew that he only has one place for his heart for her and not the green-haired one. It was ironic, to say the least, that she let it go still, but she knew she was a fool in the end.

If she weren't like this... if she weren't like this...

"Why..."

Why did she let herself get hurt in the end, knowing that the consequence would end her at this state? She knew to herself how weak she is emotionally, but she let her guard down. Nana couldn't understand herself about this, but it's tearing her apart and she can't even gut herself having this feelings. She is suppose to be strong and steadfast and, yet, she cried bitter tears, sub-conscious swearing to the heavens up above on her demise... her own foolishness.

"Why..."

She was soaking wet by the time she got home to her apartment flat, closing the door and not daring to shed her attire as she drop herself onto her own bed (also not caring if she had soaked the bed as well) and stared blankly at the wall beside her.

Depressing, is not it?

"Why, Kami-sama...?"

Oh, so now you're calling out to Him for answers?

"..."

She wasn't sure who was talking to her mind, but Nana knew it must be her sub-conscious. It couldn't be helped; she thought to herself, with the emotional and psychological stress she was experiencing, it's no surprise that she started to talk to herself from within her mind about this.

Oh, dear Nana, you who compare to a damsel named Juliet...

She didn't even dare to move at the slightest.

You could have stood up when you had the chance and, yet, you let Romeo escaped to the clutches of Rosaline...

She silently sneered at the voice in her head, though laughing ironically due to the fact that she was a fan of Romeo and Juliet.

"Rosaline has nothing to do with this, if you may know." Nana spoke to no one but herself and to the voice speaking such darkening words through her heart. "Romeo's love for Rosaline is an unrelenting love, nothing more."

But what if this Rosaline decided that she loved Romeo after all and took him away from you, dear Juliet?

The green-haired female stopped to think if, maybe, it was telling the truth. There are ways for a story to get itself mixed up, ending it having a different ending altogether.

Remember, dear Juliet, for as long as the deed is not yet done, there branches many possibilities.

"Possibly," She said to herself, not even daring to argue back anymore as sleep finally overwhelmed her completely.

I pity you, dear Juliet.

---

The weather didn't seem to help boost the female's morale for the next, few days as she asked the Vongola Boss if she could have a leave for reason of an incoming Midterm exams. Understanding her situation (even though he would have suggested her to quit school and work for him, she decline that and persisted that she continued college), Tsuna had let her take the said leave as he given a condition that after the exams, she would have to work harder than before. She was fine by it; by more work means less time to think about her aching heart.

She sub-consciously cried to the heavens at how foolish she had been.

Busy are we, dear Juliet?

Nana decided to ignore the mocking voice from inside her mind as she continued her household chores (The exams, to be honest, was a half-lie, actually; something Nana would have hated to do and, yet, needed to be done so). For the past days, the voice from her head kept on returning, referring the young female as Juliet while the rest... well, it appears that her previous addiction to Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet' had ended her in this state. Nobody seems to realize her on-and-off psychological state seeing that she mostly gave her normal facade as if she was fine. Don't mind me, I'm alright, nothing's wrong with me; these are the common things to be heard from her but nothing of her silent lament from inside her heart. She decided that she'll just face this without involving other people to her sadness; they have their own lives and troubles to take care upon.

I'm sure, by now, dear Romeo is having a grand time with Rosaline, something you cannot provide.

"..."

Nice and innocently pure, I assume?

"Please shut up, I'm concentrating."

On what are you busy about, dear Juliet?

Nana ignored the last part as she resumed scrubbing the suds off from the pot she was holding. Unfortunately, the memory from few days ago was still embedded through her mind, playing on loop with surround sounds, making her mock her very existence without her knowing it. She knew she was a patient and understanding woman, but she couldn't help but let her subconscious think otherwise.

Was this the result of the sardonic irony that was played unto her, just because she was a type who is shy, calm and, yet, benevolent?

Is this a punishment for being too oblivious to the fact that the likes of her cannot survive in this ravenous world?

Dear, Juliet...

"What?"

I'm sure you want exact revenge... stop being a martyr and accept the fact that you need to eliminate the source of your misery.

The source... of her misery?

"I'm not a martyr."

Of course, she forgot, she's part of the mafia now. How could she forget?

Yes, dear Juliet, do it.

With a sigh escaping her parched lips, the green-haired lady had enough of this guttural feeling of hers as she dropped whatever she was doing, changed her clothing and went outside to God-knows-where, oblivious to the dark chuckles the voice was emitting.

Such cruel irony indeed, dear Juliet, such cruel irony indeed...

Nighttime came when she arrived at the Vongola mansion. She heard from someone reliable that both Ryohei and Hana would be staying for the night as she glared at the building with a cold stare. She couldn't believe that she'll be doing this, but if this would be the only way to stop her aching heart from bleeding any further than it should have...

"Aihara-san?"

She stopped from her tracks and turned around to face the Rain Guardian as she smiled softly onto the raven-haired male and stand aside for him to pass.

"I though you said you're too busy studying for the exams?" Yamamoto asked curiously, noticing the slight tension from her but shrugged it off (maybe because it might be from the test, he thought).

"Ah, but I decided to get back and check if I left some work if needed to be," Nana spoke with a sheepish smile, hands placed behind her back. "I'm really sorry for leaving unannounced, though I said it to Vongola-sama, but I suppose my subconscious just couldn't gut in the fact that I have work left. Ahaha!" She wasn't sure where in the world she spurt those words, or why is she lying to Yamamoto Takeshi when she knew he had nothing to do with this, but she just did.

Nodding at the plausible reason coming from the green-haired woman, he opened the door as he let her in before he entered and closed the door, heading to the direction he is to go after bidding her a goodbye. A sigh escaped her lips as she automatically went to the other direction before anyone else had caught her hanging around and rouse some suspicion.

Why did you just lie to Benvolio, dear Juliet?

She was silent while walking, but the gray-eyed female decided not to reply back until a few minutes later.

"I don't want anyone else to get involve."

The female kept her pace, silent as she can be, only thoughts of the past event kept playing through her mind in which might have been her driving force for some reason. Then again, she doesn't know anymore which way of her life she will turn, but if she must, then she will do it. Standing in front of the door towards her destination, Nana took a deep breath as she grasp the knob and turned it, hearing a small 'creak' in the process. The room seems quiet, not to mention dark; either they are asleep or not home, she thought.

What are you waiting for, Juliet?

"Nana-chan?"

It must have been shock or anything as she quickly turned around, nearly stumbling from her step, as she faced Sasagawa Ryohei and gave an involuntary smile.

"Ah, Sasagawa-sempai!"

"What are you doing here?"

It was quite suspicious, in his opinion, for Nana to not show herself for days in here and then she suddenly appears in his room for some reason, but he was worried on her condition after the event, not that he wanted Hana to know about it of course. Blinking his gray optics, he waited for the green-haired female to regain her composure as she chuckled sheepishly, one hand placed behind her head and other still clutching the doorknob.

"Ah, I was looking for you, sempai." Nana spoke with a cheerful tone- though not as cheerful as it suppose to be- as she stepped back outside his room. "I was about to ask you if I have some paperwork needed to be finish immediately, can't gut myself as much to neglect my work, now do we?" She chuckled in a light-hearted manner though he could sense some uneasiness within her.

"Ah, about--"

"Ryo-kun?"

Ah, the witch has come, my dear.

"Good evening, Kurokawa-san!" Nana spoke immediately with a normal smile, masking the voice from her head as she gave a bow to both of them. "Anyway, I think I better get going since it's getting late."

"Wai--"

She only bowed once more as the female walked casually on the corridor, anywhere away from them as she placed her hand from her heart in an attempt to stop the crunching, guttural feeling welling up inside of her. The memory seem to bash itself from her head in full-force, causing her to grew sick to the pit of her stomach and immediately dash herself out of this place, unaware that she nearly bumped towards the silver-haired bomber who just got in after a smoke outside.

"Hey, watch whe--?"

Gokudera didn't even have a chance to finish his rant as she was already out of the door and nowhere in sight. He wasn't sure what happened, but it was definitely something note-worthy to tell to Decimo, seeing that sooner or later his boss would find out and try to console her either way.

Unaware of her wicked smile, watching how far she would hold until her sanity would break while she had her spoils...

How troublesome...

---

If you have done the deed, none of this would have happened.

The voice from her head mocked her ever-so-casually as Nana couldn't help but held her head with both of her hands, sitting by her lonesome self by the bench while letting herself drench once more by the torrential rain. It wasn't helping that it had rained for days now, but she knew it is inevitable.

What was she thinking?

You're too nice for your own good, letting others step onto you without permission while you just let them with that smile of yours... you're such a martyr, dear Juliet.

She doesn't know who to believe anymore, she doesn't even know if she would still have to believe herself for that matter. Maybe this is how it feels like to have their heart been torn to the point of madness, she thought to herself as she kept her tears from falling, being masked by the rain, until only the rain is the only good substitute for her tears. Maybe she wasn't really that worth it for that guy, seeing that he really do love her that much. Or maybe she was just like what the voice told her; too weak.

This would be the death of you, Juliet.

"Stop calling me that..." Nana spoke in a hoarse tone, not even putting force to her words she she just listened to the voice on her head. Where in the world it came from anyway? "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

How could I, Juliet dear? I'm part of your subconscious.

Like she would believe that... she's no psychiatrist or anything to begin with. Then again, she only started hearing her own voice in a cynic manner prior to that event.

I know what you are thinking... you know too well that cursing it to other people would not make it go away, it never does.

Pursing her lips, she only closed her eyes as she shivered from the cold and, yet, dare not to move from her place. Unfortunately, she felt herself numb seeing that she can't even feel her own hands anymore from the cold, the only thing that seems working would be her mind and her rasp-like irregular breathing from the sheer cold. Then again, you can't feel anything else if the only feeling existing for now is the painful wails from deep within.

She was, however, unaware that, deep down, she was cursing herself and God for who she is.

She felt ugly just now.

It's just not fair.

Everything's not fair, dear Juliet and we all know that.

Her voice doesn't help as much, but it was close to reality as she could get. Practically, she could feel the depressed state the character, Juliet, had felt when she found out that Romeo had killed, thinking that Juliet had died. It was inevitable that the death of both lovers must happened, and it is certainly inevitable that Nana would also loose it sooner or later.

If only...

It's too late, there's nothing you could do about it.

If only...

Forget about it, you're nothing to them now.

If only...

"Why, Kami-sama?"

She couldn't cry anymore... she couldn't shed a single tear anymore, the rain substituting itself for her tears as she could only ask God...

Why?

---

It's over... Juliet.

"NANA! NANA, WHERE ARE YOU? ANSWER ME!"

"Ryohei, please stop!"

Eyes half-opened, she couldn't believe she's still around by the time she heard her name being called. Oh, right, she thought, it's still raining, but not as hard. And, what's more, she couldn't feel herself anymore as she slowly lifted her head, or at least trying to, turning her worn-out look to the source of the voice.

"NANA!"

"Ryohei, Aihara can't be here, let's give up and go home already!"

It's over; Juliet is dead, isn't that right, dear Juliet?

She couldn't answer back, or even acknowledge anything anymore, as she felt like she was already dead and yet still alive. It was confusing, but she rather stay like this.

"NANA!!"

Turning to a stop, the gray-haired Sun Guardian grasped both of his hands towards the green-haired female that seem like she had lost it (she was cold, wet, and probably debating if she was already dead mentally and psychologically or just barely) as he shook her, trying to snap her back to her own sense. Hana was just not far behind, watching the wrecked look on the other female's face, shielding herself from under the umbrella she was holding as she watched her ex-ex-boyfriend shaking the ever-loving sense out of her. Of course this is to be expected, she was expecting this to happen; Nana loosing it until she was nothing more than a wreck herself. Why would she even dare steal her own spoil in the first place, anyway? She should know better.

"Ryohei," Hana spoke, trying to calm the male down as she placed her hand to his. "Maybe she's just worn out and doesn't want to be dis--"

"That's not the Nana-chan I extremely knew!"

She couldn't believe how worried and angry he sounded, but she persisted.

"But, Ryo-kun, she needed..."

Ryohei decided to ignore her and kept on shaking the other female, not sure as of why she was acting like this. A while ago, after the green-haired female had left for some reason or the other, Gokudera had managed to meet up with them with a bothered look as he asked what had gotten into him. Apparently, Gokudera exclaimed, he was bumped along the way by the younger female but she didn't said anything except a small sorry though he noticed the pained look she had on her face, as if she was stabbed or something. That had made the Sun Guardian wonder as he tried to contact her apartment if she was okay, only to find out that she wasn't at home. She wasn't even answering her cell phone, he noted, as Hana tried to reassure the male only to make him more worried to the only person who had understand him as much like a friend and more.

There's nothing you could do now...

The voice from her head still hadn't stop her as Nana could only stare on her own state from within her mind. It hurts her so much already, but why is he here? Is he trying to kill her more slowly?

Poor Juliet whom had already rendered as dead by her dear Romeo and hath been left behind with dear Rosaline.

"Why..."

He looked down onto the worn-out figure that had spoke, her voice soft yet hoarse as if she had shouted so many times that had made her throat sore.

Ryohei couldn't decipher what she was talking about, but he could sense that she was practically running a fever... no, Hypothermia. Was she staying too long under the sleet rain lately? And, more importantly, what in the world is she doing staying under the rain for who-knows-when?

"Nana, you're running an extreme fever!"

Of course, none of his words could reach her for now; she was too busy wondering to herself what's going on to her life lately.

"Why, Kami-sama..."

Why? You're just naive, Juliet.

She tried to look up, her optics facing his as he noticed that her eyes seem strained, as if she had been crying for how-long. Was he the cause why she's acting as such? He couldn't understand, but he knew that she wasn't happy at all.

It's too late, Juliet, forget about it and just give up.

But...

"Nana, I don't know what's going on with you, but snap out of it already!"

He shook her lightly this time, though hands grasping tightly onto her shoulders as if he was afraid she would loose it, praying that she would listen to him.

Would you believe such words from the person who had killed you, dear Juliet?

Does she even wish to have this? Ryohei was already worried about her and she didn't even know it. She wasn't aware that she was subconsciously making every one of them worried because of her. Nana had thought that they would not notice if she only smiled and tell them it was fine, but she never knew they sense her sadness and depression. They tried to help her and she thought she was just bothering them, not even asking them if it is ok for her to tell them about it. Of course it's ok to them, they were her family.

Every one of them...

"Stop it, Nana..."

His voice...

It sounded solemn...

Is he really that... worried about me?

"I'm here to help."

Is he really?

"Ryo-kun, just--"

"It's over."

Hana just realized...

"It's over... for both of us, Hana."

He knew she was cheating on him, but he decided to ignore it. He knew she just wanted to get back to him because she needed him, but he couldn't just feel anything from her anymore. They have been doing this over and over- getting together, then breaking up, then apologies- it has been happening over and over and he was sick of it. He couldn't understand it before, but now its all clear to him now.

Holding her closer to his chest, he realizes what was going on... what was happening... and, what's more...

What's wrong with her?

"But..."

"I had enough."

---

He knew sooner or later that Kyoko would sermon him about breaking up- for the final time- with her best friend, but Ryohei could explain it to his younger sister everything about it. For now, he had told what happened to Tsuna as he decided to let Nana had her leave until she is fit once more to return back to work. He also insisted that they should try to look for a psychiatrist for her to sort out her psychological problems seeing that after the Sun Guardian heard her speak those words, he could had swore there must be something wrong with her mind from the beginning.

Nana was fortunate that her Hypothermia was treated immediately as she ate her fifth bowl of chicken soup made by Sora as she shook her head in disbelief.

"Seriously," Sora spoke, arms crossed as she watched the green-haired female plead for another bowl. "Are you eating decent meals for the last few days or something?"

"I'm sorry Sora-san," Nana spoke with a sheepish smile, her normal features slowly returning every after session. "I must be too much focused with my troubles to ignore my health." She could only receive a light bonk from the orange-haired woman with her paper fan as she scolded her in a friendly manner.

"You're a dunce sometimes, you know?"

"Hoooeeee~!"

Nevertheless, as soon as the female sky gave her another helping, a knock was heard as the door opened, revealing Ryohei with a basket of fruits.

"Let me guess," Sora pointed out, eyes narrowed as she gave one of those smirk of hers. "Fruits from your sister, here to 'visit' Nana, and you want me out, isn't that right?" Ryohei wasn't sure what to make of it but he just nodded before the female who spoke sighed and picked up the bag placed at the corner of Nana's bed. "Fine, I'll just stalk around if Doctor Shamal is flirting with the nurses once more... but if I come back and I saw anything X-rated, I'll maul both of you to oblivion!" The caramel-eyed female spoke before walking out of the door, closing it to leave the two in privacy. Nana could only sweat drop at the scene as she gave a small chuckle at it.

"Dammit, she's sharper than an extreme tack or something!" Ryohei commented as he placed the basket on her bedside table and sat down onto the chair beside her bed. "So, how are you feeling, extremely well, I suppose?"

"A little bit." Nana smiled. "Thank you for asking, sempai!"

"I told you stop calling me that already!"

He gave a small smile as he placed a chaste kiss onto her cheeks, making her blush like beet red, as he smirked at the reaction.

"I'm glad you're fine now, to the extreme."

Nana could only smile back as she felt herself lighten up for the first time in a while.

"I'm sorry, but I'm no Juliet, nor will let that kind of ending ever to happen."

"What?"

She only shook her head as Nana smiled back to Ryohei with her most honest one she could muster.

"Just talking to myself; nothing really serious."

And that was the last time she had heard the voice referring her as Juliet. She's no Juliet, her name is Aihara Nana.

And she'll make her own ending.

She's not a martyr.

At least, not anymore.


In the end, I had made this into a slight-angst moment. We seldom decipher Ryohei as like that and I suppose another one of that psychological-ique works of mine... though it's kinda vague. Sure, I'm sure, all the RyoheiXHana fans will kill me for this, but I suppose... *bows* I'm sorry for it.

But it was amusing to learn that even the sweet and calm Nana actually has (psychological) troubles and that, by time, she started to question her own state of mind and emotions. Yeah, voice in her head, that was by subconscious works (which is why, in the end, Tsuna decided to bring her to a psychiatrist after he heard her side and the fact that she had 'conflicts' with her own mind) and... Weird.

And, yeah, a LOT of 'Romeo and Juliet' references... or, rather... I somehow inserted it in there somewhere. *shrugs* Apparently, Nana used to like the tragic tale of Romeo and Juliet when she was still studying in Highscool and this happens- the voice in her head referring the green-head as 'Juliet' and the rest as the story itself or something. Don't worry; it disappeared by the time Ryohei finally told Hana that they are done, for real. It's another 'What if' from yours truly? Haha.

Yeah...

Did I mention that Sora made a cameo? Yeah, I know. *cough*

Anyways...

The song here is 'Oh My Juliet' by LM.C (told you I got addicted to them) from the anime Red Garden. I don't own KHR, its characters and everything else since Akira Amano owns them. The only ones I own are my own characters and this drabble. If I do own them, it's not about mafia but about rappers and the settings would be like in 'Westside Story' or something. *snorts*

Also, I don't own Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare does. If I do own them, it's not tragic. But, then, I don't own his work so yeah, pass.

Anyway, message would make Gokudera be saved from lung cancer. *nods* It could be worse, though. *shrugs*