Non di Nuovo: Italian for "Not Again."
Nein: German for "No."

Later that day, Shamal arrives at his hotel. "It's gotten late, I had to walk all the way here because those cab drivers thought I was suspicious and the train station thought the same too! ...I got her away from them them but what do I do with her now..?" Shamal asks himself when he gently lays her on his bed. Her face was peaceful, with a bit of saliva on the verge of coming out of her mouth. She closed her mouth to swallow and turned over to face away from Shamal. "Geez, it's almost like she's awake." he thought, then said, "It's so cute! I just want to kiss her all over!" and turned her back over to see her face. She looked disturbed now, almost like she was having a nightmare but not quite. "N-n...san..." she muttered.
He stared at her for a while. "I should get her into some pajamas. She'll be uncomfortable if she sleeps in those clothes."

He looks through his closet only to see that he didn't have any pj's that would be appropriate for her. He sighs before taking a large T-shirt out from his closet. "Such an unusual way to wear sleep-attire." he says as he examines the shirt for any stains or tears.
Seeing that the shirt is flawless, he places the hanger back into the closet and returns to his bed. Blushing, he removes her blouse and shorts and places the T-shirt on her, removing her bra from under it. He holds it up to his face and says, "Hmm, I think she grew a size." and sets it down to fold her clothes and put them in a bag. "Ahh, a cute defenseless girl in my bed. It's like deja vu except she's 15." He figured he should also start resting because he knew the next day was going to be a mess. The couch was too messy to sleep on– with no place to temporarily move the various articles– and he had no extra blankets to use on the floor. He glances at her and sighs. "I guess there's no other choice. At least I have a bed big enough for two grown people." he thought as he stepped into the bathroom to change into his pajamas.

As he gently moved her to the side so he could have room for himself, her head tilted away from him leaving her neck exposed. He gulped to try to hold back his lips from touching her smooth, slender neck and thought about something while looking at her with a serious expression, then found the urge to resist. He turned away and his back faced her as they slept.

That morning, she woke up to find herself in his bed and thought, "Non di nuovo..." She placed her hand on his cheek and looked at him. "Wake up you perverted old man." she repeated as she pulled on his cheek. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow!" he cried when he woke up from the pain, "I'm awake, I'm awake!"
After they settled down, Shamal explained what had happened. "Okay, it seems you aren't so perverted. But you're still an old man." said Akari, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Hey, I'm just as perverted as the last time, maybe even more," he reminded her, "I just wasn't in the mood last night."

"...About that t-time..." she stuttered.

"Hmm? What about it?" he asked.

"Um... Th-thanks for being gentle with me. I really appreciated it." Akari said as she covered her mouth, blushing, obviously embarrassed about the subject.

"Oh? Have you been watching naughty videos? Fufu, I'd be glad to–"

"No!" she interrupted, "I'm fine!"

"Okay." he paused for a moment and took a breath before speaking again, "Is it because they told you not to do it? Is it because you've already experienced it and don't need to do it again? Is it because you're still too young to do those kind of assignments?" asked Shamal.

"It's neither of those." she said looking down.

"I see." Shamal said, placing his fist under his chin with his index finger bent just a little higher than the others so it covers his chin, "No matter how many times you or anyone else asks me to join, I wont." he said with conviction.

"I already know that. I'm not here for you."

"Then why are you here?"

She quickly looked up at him, trying not to show him how panicked she was, "For my brother, why else?" He looked at her indifferently, "Hmm, it doesn't seem like it's in your nature to so such a thing. You came here just for Tsunayoshi?"

"Yes, I'm here because of him. There's nothing wrong with that. So what about you; why are you here?"

"Same as you. For Tsunayoshi. Plus, there are so many cute Japanese girls in this town! I can't leave until I've kissed every single one of them."

"That's... not so surprising. Did Reborn ask you to be Tsuna's doctor or something?"

"He had skullitis and I was called to get rid of it."

"But you–"

"Yeah, I felt sorry for the guy because the longest conversation he's ever had with a girl he liked was only three minutes! Kind of pathetic if you ask me. I'm sure he'll score some girls when he officially becomes the Tenth."
"Yeah... When he becomes Tenth..."

After they ate breakfast, Akari announced she was going to take a bath. "Shall I go with you to wash your back?" Shamal asked.
"Of course not!" she yelled as she shut the door behind her, going into the bathroom. She noticed she had everything she needed, soaps and all, except a towel. She slowly opened the door to check if he was nearby so she could ask for a towel. Shamal jumped in front of her and yelled, "Boo!" to her face. She fell back– as he burst with laughter– and grabbed his hand to stand up then quickly grabbed the towel in his other hand with a grunt He was trying to take a breath from laughing so hard but Akari kicked his shin and he also fell back. The door slammed shut as he wiped a tear of laughter from his eye. "I'm sorry! I just never thought you, of all people, would react like that." said Shamal as he pulled a chair to sit on, "Can we talk while you take your bath?" There was no reply from her– just the sound of a faucet turning on, rushing hot water into the tub. "It's okay. I'll just get the key and unlock the door so I can let myself in." he said with confidence.
"...Go away. There's something you need in bathrooms and it's called privacy." Akari retorted, worried that he wasn't bluffing.
"You're no fun." he mumbled as he got up and returned the chair to its original place before lying on the couch to take a nap while she bathed. Akari soaked in it for a while and thought about the real reason why she came to Japan. Sure, she was doing an assignment but she could have refused, although, she was the only one who could get close to Tsuna without being suspicious about it, so it was a job suited only for her. But she thought of why she agreed to it. She honestly didn't care whether she met her brother or not, but she had to keep a promise. An important promise she made twelve years ago.

After bathing she walked to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, and wore the clothes she'd worn yesterday: her light aqua green blouse and sky blue shorts. They weren't too dirty, from what she remembered. She didn't know how Shamal carried her from Tsuna's house to the hotel, but she trusted that he didn't go through anywhere too filthy to get there. Thought, it didn't really matter if her clothes were dirty or not because it was the only thing she could wear. She didn't bring a suitcase and Shamal definitely didn't bring hers. It was her only choice, other than wearing the clothes Shamal had, but she knew they would be ridiculously large on her.

With wet hair she stood above Shamal and went back to the bedroom to fetch a blanket for him so he wouldn't catch a cold. She placed it on him but his shoulder was uncovered so she bent down to fix it. As she was about to stand back up, he pulled her in– tightly– and cuddled with her. Akari was about to yell to wake him up so that he can let go of her, but she thought about it again and didn't want to wake him up; she squirmed around to try to wiggle herself from his grip.
Shamal's grasp tightens a bit and brings her a little bit closer to him– so close she can feel his warm breath on her neck. The feel of his breath makes her slightly blush even though she knows he isn't purposely doing it. "..Umm... Sh-Shamal-san..." she says as she finches. He moves a little and inhales the aroma of her strawberry shampoo– her hair still freshly wet.

Her damp hair awakens him, but he remains calm. His hand tangles through her hair while the other holds her waist. Her shoulders jump as she feels she doctor's lips gently press on her neck. "I thought you were asleep." she angrily said.

"You woke me up." he replied as he slowly licked her neck. Akari quickly stood up and roughly wiped her neck with her hand. "You're the one who pulled me!"

"Really? And here I thought you really wanted to cuddle with me." he said as he turned to his side, facing her, and rested his head in the palm of his hand.

"Who would want to do that? There are very few people in this world I would enjoy and willingly cuddle with, and you definitely aren't one of them!"

"Who are they? Your dad? Brother? Mom?"

"Nein." she answered as she shook her head, "The two people I truly care about, and one is Hayato-kun..."

"Not surprising. Who's the other?"

She took a deep breath, and just as she was about to say the name, her watch beeped.

She had to report.