Hey guys! Now before you try and stone me for the huge gap in update, I have several excuses! (Note:if you want to skip over my reasons just skip to the bold "End of Rant")

Firstly, I was about 25% finished this chapter a while ago, like maybe a week or so after I uploaded chapter 3, but then some people in my family went on vacation and took this laptop with them for about a week. I figured, "well I'll just do it when they get back" but what happened was... well my friends made me read Hunger Games and got me into Assassin's Creed, so I put it off the writing, but I planed to start again soon!

Which brings me to my second excuse, I got a concussion. I was going to the bus stop and I had to cross this road where cars go pretty fast, I saw a car coming and figured that I could make it if I can, and I could have, had I not tripped on my shoelace (I kid you not) in the road and landed on my head. I still made it, but my head hurt like hell, so I went to the school nurse and she made me go to the doctor who confirmed I had a mild concussion. I wasn't allowed to write, or think for that matter, and missed a week of school. So that month was spent making stuff up. Then I had AP exams, enough said.

And now, I should be studying for my finals, but guilt ate at me so I finished this chapter, aren't you proud of me?

Hopefully that prevents you from trying to kill me. I'll try and update quicker but no promises, and if it's not before July 9th then the update definitely won't happen until August, I'm going on a trip all July.

End of Rant

Now since I have had plenty of time deciding the love interest issue, (I'm not really going to bring it up in the actual story (not that important) but if you like being surprised about minorish things you can skip this) and decided that it's going to be Hibari. This is partly because of process of elimination, sadly. Starting with the Varia, which a few people asked for, I think everyone knows why Lussuria and Levi are out. Mammon wasn't suggested but the reason is incompatibility. For Bel, he is very intelligent and could impress Hotaru, but he's just too lazy and flippant with money (mentioned by TimeIsRunningOut999) to really gain her respect. Squalo and Xanxus seem to be mild favorites, and they would definitely be able to force Hotaru to relax but like brokenmaelstorm said they tend to be rather abusive and Hotaru probably wouldn't be able to deal with that. With Dino, who was mentioned a bit, I do agree with most of you that Hotaru could be compatible with Dino (which I had not thought of before, so thank you for that), she respects him as a leader and as a boss he wouldn't falter if Hotaru was denying help, plus he's a gentleman (as kimichee and brokenmaelstorm mentioned), so he would be a fantastic choice. But, for intended character development reasons, I can't let him be with her. It can't happen, I'm really sorry, you have no idea who excited I was when I realize their compatibility and how sad I was when I remembered my intentions. If you really want to know (it isn't really a spoiler but I am worried about accidents) then you can message me. The same goes for Byakuran and Reborn, future issues and I'm not really sure about compatibility with Byakuran (sorry) and with Reborn, Amano-sensei doesn't seem to want to give me a chance for what I'm planning (I'm as sad as you are with this, if you're sad). Now with the 10th Generation, Lambo is out for obvious reasons, then like TimeIsRunningOut999 said and I knew for a while, Ryohei is too loud for Hotaru and Gokudera and Hotaru just don't get along. Yamamoto is a good choice as he grows into a mature man and he has already shown that he can get her to take breaks (dragging her to lunch), plus he could talk to her and get her to relax (said by TimeIsRunningOut999 and brokenmaelstorm) but Hotaru is almost always serious if she's not teasing someone or being sarcastic and Yamamoto is almost always carefree when he doesn't have to protect someone, which is good because her hissy fits would roll off him but in casual times Hotaru probably wouldn't be able to have a serious and intellectual conversation and Yamamoto wouldn't be able to talk about sports. Mukuro is manipulative and intelligent and Hotaru would respect him for that but get irritated at the tricks, plus Mukuro would probably see Hotaru as another puppet to play with (mentioned by TimeIsRunningOut999 and brokenmaelstorm). Tsuna does grow into a man that Hotaru could respect and he could use hold his ground against her by that time, and he could probably bring out the caring side of her (if it exists), but Tsuna has a habit of wanted to save people and Hotaru doesn't really want to be saved until after whatever the deadly situation was and Tsuna may let their relationship cloud is judgement (I suspect he would do this with other guardians as well, but I don't think he would get over it with his partner) and Hotaru would never be able to stand that (as mentioned by brokenmaelstorm, BlackRose/InkRoze, Yutsuko,and TimeIsRunningOut999). Hibari on the other hand, will not falter against anything, let alone Hotaru, both enjoy going straight to the point, both can gain respect for each other, and he would probably respect her decisions to an extent and let her fight (as mentioned by brokenmaelstorm, Juliedoo, BlackRose/InkRoze).

Dear god, I hope that covers everyone's comments (if not I'm super sorry, you have no idea). The grammar is probably horrible in that paragraph and I apologize but that text vomit just took me an hour to verify everything.

Anyway, the story can finally begin! Reviews make me jump out of my chair and joy, I kid you not, so they would be a blessing. Please enjoy \(^_^)/

Disclaimer: I only own my OC, Hotaru Fukushima, Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Akria Amano

I feel like a brat.

I hate feeling like brat, makes me feel like an antsy brat. Hooray.

I scrunch my eye brows in displeasure as a stare at my old teddy bear. I bought him back when I was friends with Kyoko. Now he's my little psychiatrist.

After the incident yesterday, I just went home. There was no point in going to school hours late. And then I spent some quality with my laptop, it was an ok day.

But I spent the entire time moping like a loser.

I redirect my scowl towards the worn ball of stuffing. "Well, what do you think? Am I acting like a child and should just suck it up? Or do I actually have a right to act like an antsy teenager?" I'm greeted by silence as I contemplate my own questions. "You're right. I'm acting like a pussy. I'll get over it. Good talk, Teddy."

Lurching myself up from my twin bed I scatter my pajamas on the floor as I stumble tiredly towards my closet. I slip on my clean and ironed school uniform and yawn as I walk towards my adjoining bathroom.

Time to begin a new day.

"Hey Fukushima-san, are you friends with Yamamoto-san and Gokudera-kun?" Eh?

As I pull out my laptop from my school bag I finally notice the crowd of nervous girls around me. Some were holding their breath, and others just looked slightly flushed and shuffle awkwardly, but regardless the crowd is still most of the females in my class. And all of them are blocking any exits from my desk. Well, crap.

But why ask about Yamamoto and Gokudera? I mean, they're not here, do they think I know? How close do they think we are? And why do they think we're friends in the first place? We only ate lunch together that one time.

I raise my signature eyebrow and turn towards the speaker, Minako Honda, "I eat lunch with them if that's what you're asking, but I don't hang out with them that often. Why do you ask?" I really hope it isn't for the reason I think it is. I sip my apple juice warily.

"We want to know if either of them has a girlfriend!" Minako's second in command, Ayano Saito spits out the words like a speeding bullet, like she couldn't stop herself from speaking. And the embarrassment from the lack of control quickly shows as Saito then excuses herself rashly with fire on her face. But I have more pressing concerns.

Normally I would be more apathetic about this, seeing as I really do not possess any interest in school drama, but this confrontation is rather troubling and uneasiness begins to settle in my stomach.

Do these girls really see me as some sort of connection to their idols? Have I become part of their stupid dating sim and now play a major role? And is that role one of the "supportive best friend of hottie" or "sneaky rival"? This is bad, very bad. I don't want to be dragged into this sort of thing at all. All it would bring is trouble. Plus, I'm not even close to these guys, what can I really tell them?

I cover my near outburst of annoyance with a sigh, there's really only one way to salvage the situation without becoming part of this game. I turn on a charming but sympathetic smile, as if I had some awkward news to share with them and ran my script.

"I'm really sorry, but I'm not really friends with Yamamoto or Gokudera. The one that I actually hang out with is Sawada, so I wouldn't know if either of them had a girlfriend." One of the girls tries to say something, but I cut her off, "That's the type of question you should ask them yourself, they don't bite." Well, Yamamoto doesn't, can't be sure about Gokudera though, I'm sure he has some form of rabies. But they don't need to know that. "And I'm sure they'd love to talk to you, not many people actually approach them it seems." I pretend to cup my chin in wonder, "I bet they're really lonely without anyone to support them…"

All the girls start gasping and muttering amongst themselves and growing blushes, each of them secretly or not so secretly thinking 'I could be the one for Yamamoto or Gokudera.' Mission accomplished.

Finishing my work I happily typed on my computer with a smirk on my face. At least now people won't try and incorporate me into their schemes. With each girl thinking that the boys are lonely, they won't turn to me anymore because I don't know them.

Complete victory.

Minako Honda notices something odd.

Now, Minako knows she isn't the brightest girl in shed, she wouldn't have to throw her daddy's name around if she was, but she knows how to pick up on social cues.

And right now, seeing the weird girl, Hotaru Fukushima, smirking like a devil, tipped off her radar.

Minako knows that Hotaru never had any friends except when she was little, and that the only reason most people talk to her is to get school help. And for someone so easy to use, a smirk like that shouldn't be possible.

Then an idea strikes her.

Fukushima must be dating Yamamoto-kun and Gokudera-kun at the same time!

Minako is shocked, for such a thing to go under her nose for so long is unforgivable! How scandalous! Fukushima isn't even part of the sisterhood! She doesn't have the right to date Yamamoto-kun (Minako couldn't care less about Gokudera)! She must be putting a spell on him somehow-!

Minako stopped herself, of course it's not magic, only cool magicians can use magic, but not people like Fukushima.

Now Minako is puzzled. If Fukushima isn't using magic, then how is she dating Yamamoto-kun?

Maybe Fukushima… is somehow appealing to guys? Minako has to admit that Fukushima is okay looking; maybe around guys she's great at seduction?

But how can Minako benefit from that?

Minako's eyes brighten at a brilliant idea.

Yes, this would be perfect!

Yamamoto's heart is mine!

My smirk is suddenly interrupted by a shiver. What was that?

I do a quick look around the classroom to see if anything is wrong, just in case. The last time I ignored this feeling I was swindled into breaking into a Yakuza hang out.

But as quickly as a look around, I see nothing. Ok, well I do see Honda acting like a little weirdo pretending not to look at me, but that happens whenever she wants to get me to do her homework. That can't possibly be important.

I roll my eyes and decide the feeling is a false alarm. But before I could fully relax the feeling increases tenfold, and I almost leap out of me seat. Ok, ok, that is not a false alarm. I think.

I snap my head around again the classroom and see nothing again.

My eyes narrow and I take a slow sip of my apple juice, but my nerves aren't settling down.

Hm…

"When checking out an area, always make sure to check behind you." A squeaky voice says on my shoulder.

…

OH MY GOD!

I leap out of my chair and begin choking on my juice. I end up falling on my knees coughing. I fire a glare behind me, ready to murder whoever dared sneaking up on me.

And I meet giant soulless eyes in a nurse costume.

Of course it's him. Who the hell else would it be?

Wait, a nurse costume?

My glare falters slightly as I realize the baby I like to call 'Satan' is wearing a cute(?) pink nurse dress. Why is he wearing that? Of course it's probably for some obscure reason that I don't want to comprehend. But I only have one thing to say about that.

"You look like an idiot."

"Please, I look amazing."

"Not at all."

"Of course I do, I'm Reborn."

"I'm telling you-."

"You need to make your way to the hospital."

I blink. "What?"

"You need to go to the hospital."

I furrow my eyebrows in suspicion, "Why do I need to go to the hospital?"

"So you are going to the hospital." My eyes shoot open, not this again!

"What-? I didn't agree-!"

"I'll see you there in 10 minutes-." No!

"Now just a-!"

"If you're late, Dame-Tsuna will be in big trouble."

"What does Sawada-! Don't run away!"

"Ciao ciao!"

…

He's gone.

…

I grind my teeth together so hard I almost leave a dent in them. My eyes are dilated in pure anger. My hands a fisted so tightly my knuckles are white .

Again! This little brat orders me around again!

The bell for gym had rung some time ago while I was talking to the brat. No one is the room.

Feeling it safe to unhinge my persona, I slam my fist into the room wall and shriek at the top of my lungs.

"SON OF A BITCH!"

After my freak out, I'm informed by a Disciplinary Committee member that someone has called for my early dismissal and I'm actually kicked out of school against my will.

So here I am. Standing in front of the school's locked gates. With nothing to do.

I don't have any illusions as to why I got my dismissal. It's obviously because of the baby. And it's obviously because he wants me to go to the hospital for some reason.

Although, he did mention something about Sawada, maybe that's where the boys are. And didn't he say something about Sawada getting hurt?

I bite my lip a little, maybe I should go for his sake…

My mind flashes to Sawada's horror stories about explosions, fire, and tears. A grow a slight sweat at what my late timing may imply for Sawada's fate. I do owe the guy after all.

I'll just stop by real quick.

Turning on my heel I find myself a centimeter away from a monster gorilla.

Or Minako Honda.

Yes, it's probably Minako Honda.

Despite my realization I do have to bite back a yelp, Honda is not the type of person you want to wake up to in the morning.

After assuring myself I was perfectly safe, I took a big step back from Honda before finally tilting my head at her in expectation. If she followed me out here she has something to say.

"Do you need something?" I try not to sound rude, but she did just stalk me.

"I know your secret, Fukushima-san!" As she ungracefully pointed her stubby little finger at me. I let a little glare out as a retort, pointing fingers is rude, especially at me. But like any spoiled brat, she didn't flinch at such a low quality glare. And just what is she talking about? I have a secret? I must be so damn talented to hide a secret from myself. Note the sarcasm.

"And just what are you talking about, Honda-san?" This will be good. Or a mountain of irritation. One or the other.

"Oh, don't play dumb! I know you're dating Yamamoto and Gokudera! You can't keep these things from me!" Honda looks triumphant.

I blink.

I blink again.

Is she serious?

I don't even bother holding back my cackle. The idea of me dating either one of those boy is absolutely ridiculous, let alone both at once! After finally settling down I still have tears welling and I send Honda a grin that says, "ok fool, you have had the pleasure of making me laugh" and see if she truly believes the nonsense that just spouted out.

She does.

"You can't be serious, Honda-san. I don't have feelings for either of those boys. I just hang out with them and we talk. If that counts as dating, then any girl with a social life is in one active harem." At this, Honda's victory smile falters slightly, as if she just picked up on her mistake.

"You're lying, I know you are…" Her voice is much quieter, as if she wants to cling to this notion of me scandalously string along boys in a harem.

"I'm not, that much should be obvious. I simply talk to them casually. I really-."

"But how?" Honda cries out, interrupting me midsentence.

My face twitches in irritation at the rudeness, but I let it slide. This is Honda after all, I can't expect much and can't really retort honestly. So I simply reply, "What do you mean, Honda-san?" My polite tone is slipping, her density isn't so funny anymore as it is annoying. Or maybe her interruption pissed me off. One or the other.

She became silent for a second before fidgeting awkwardly. She looks at me again, with a pleading look as if she was begging me to understand without having to say what she meant.

And I don't bother pretending that I'm psychic.

"Honda-san, you're going to have to say it for me to understand."

"How… how come Yamamoto-kun talks to you and no other girl?" After a slight hesitation Honda blurts out her question with a slight mumble.

And I take in her question. I certainly wasn't expecting it. And at first glance it does seem like a rather ridiculous question. But now that I think about it, I am the only girl Yamamoto and Gokudera talk to. I understand girls not wanting to approach Gokudera, he's an asshole, but Yamamoto is so open that anyone could talk to him. So why doesn't he talk to other girls?

Although, the only reason he approached me was because I'm friends with Sawada. But even then, Kyoko is pretty close to Sawada now, but he doesn't really talk to her much, while with me we can have a decent conversation before class starts.

Contemplating the differences between how I talk to Yamamoto and other girls I come to a conclusion.

"I don't treat him like he is in a separate group than me." That's the only thing I can think of.

But Honda obviously doesn't understand, "But I treat Yamamoto like he's a god and he doesn't talk to me!" she wailed.

Hiding my irritation expertly I look her in the eye and try to be sympathetic, "That's what I'm talking about. You treat him like he's in a different world than you, so he feels isolated from you subconsciously and therefore doesn't talk to you as a friend but rather a classmate or in a formal tone." Formal for him anyway.

Surprisingly, Honda seems to take in every word, standing there I could see the wheels turning in her head. I thought she would just brush off my thoughts like other spoiled brats. Although, in the end she'll probably come up with something ridiculous later, like I'm lying to keep Yamamoto to myself. I have no faith in her comprehension ability, especially when it comes to comprehending that she has done something wrong.

I look at her with bored eyes; I can't really leave until she comes to a decision on how to feel on this situation. If I leave and she decides to view me in a bad light I can't be there to make her think otherwise.

Hm.

That's the most direct thought I've ever had about manipulation. Maybe I'm growing over these years?

Then, Honda grabs my shoulders with a sudden determination, I almost yelp in surprise but restrain myself. Determination is burning in her eyes as she stares into mine. And before I can ask, 'what?' she blurts out the weirdest sentence I have ever heard.

"Make me your student!"

…

…

"Eh?" What?

"Make me your student! You're the only one who understands of to capture hearts, I can only learn from you!" What?

"Honda-san, I really don't think I understand what you mean, could you clarify?"

"You know how to talk to boys. I want to know how to talk to Yamamoto so he sees me as a love interest. So I need you to help me!" What?

"Honda-san… That's not really something I can teach. Eh- how about to go back to class? Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea!" I hastily put together a pretty crappy plan for get away from Honda, I don't want to be involved in anyone's love life, let alone teach anyone who to have one!

"I said I was sick so it's fine!" Son of a bitch! She looks so damn earnest!

Another approach! "I really don't think I'm one to teach Honda-san, I mean, I've never had a boyfriend, so I can't really tell you much." Slight panic seeps into my voice as I desperate try to avoid a terrible situation.

If I become Honda's 'teacher' then she'll follow me everywhere. I'll never be able to relax, let alone work! Plus, she isn't the most pleasant person to be with! She's so oblivious to important affairs or social cues that it would be painful to explain anything to her, especially etiquette and I just don't like her. She's spoiled, she's annoying, she's arrogant, and she likes being stupid.

If she were merely slow or unintelligent I would have no problem with her, some people are just like that, but she is perfectly capable of being a straight 'A' student! Better than me! I know this because on the first week of school she showed a marvelous instinct and ability in all subjects, but the moment she heard that boys were intimidated by intelligence she started failing classes. She pretended not to know letters of the English alphabet. She pretended not to be able to do simple math.

And slowly she forgot everything. Now I can honestly say that Minako Honda is an idiot. But I know that if she really wanted it, she could gain all of that knowledge back. And I despise her for that lack of resolve. You can't get anything in this world if you're willing to sacrifice everything for boys who may not even like you or boys you don't even know. And for her to give up her value for something like that is like a slap in the face to me, someone who has given everything I can give for my place in this world.

So for her to brashly decide to make me part of her world makes my blood boil.

"But it can only be you!" Is she really so stubborn?

Before I let my frustration spit out I come to a realization: why don't I just walk away? Honda will just forget about all of this and I'll be able to go on with my life, plus I won't be able to make anything worse than it already is.

So I turn and jog away, "Let's talk about this later, there's someone I have to see!" I wonder if I should actually thank the baby for this getaway excuse?

Ha, now for my great escape. This will solve all of my problems (with Honda anyway). I win-.

"Wait, I'll come with you!" Shit.

I start to run faster, I may not be Gokudera or Yamamoto but I can out run Honda any day.

"Fukushima-san, slow down!"

I don't reply.

"I said wait!"

I quicken my pace.

Get the message, Honda!

After 20 minutes of running, I lose Honda and I finally make it to the hospital.

Finally!

I just discovered that I severely under underestimated Honda's physical ability. But that doesn't matter now. The only reason I should keep that in mind is that it kept me motivated to meet the baby's 10 minute time limit.

As I entered the hospital everything seems calm, no one seems to be in critical condition and none of the nurses were panicking. It seems to be a pretty normal day at the hospital.

I stay my breath and calmly approach the receptionist and smooth my hair as I walk with a purpose.

Politely I speak, "Excuse me, but may I please see Tsunayoshi Sawada, please?"

Surprisingly the once caring nurse became bitter. Her nose scrunched up and she made an annoyed face, like I had just asked her about her alcoholic brother as a stranger. What did I do?

I blink in confusion as she gives me a jaded look, spitefully, she speaks again, "He can't see visitors anymore, he's abused his privileges."

Well, this women's certainly a piece of work, abused his privileges? He's a client, you don't treat clients that way.

And I need to see Sawada, so I'll fudge it a little. "I'm his sister, Hotaru Sawada, and I believe I'm allowed to see my own little brother during visitor hours." The women only glared at me superiorly.

"Like I said, he abused his privileges."

I turn on my serious persona, "You can't deny him the right to see his sister," I raise my voice for the lobby to hear to the horror of the receptionist, "I just want to make sure my little brother is alright! How dare you!"

The entire lobby looks at the receptionist with either disgust or simply seems taken back, and I let my eyes well up a little to complete the façade.

The receptionist tries to calm me down as quickly escorts me through the hallways. Left. Right. Left. Right. Down. Left-.

Down? Why did we go down?

Eventually the nurse stops and opens a set of double doors. And the sight was… interesting.

The room is a strange cross between a morgue and an experimental room. Skulls float in cylinders tubes and there are bizarre machines everywhere. Not to mention the drawers in the wall, probably what contains the bodies.

And then there was Sawada smack dab in the middle of the room, crying in a patient bed. The white sheets clearly clashed with the dark and eerie mood of the room itself.

They kept a client here? Are these people insane?

"Who was the one who authorize putting his bed here?" I glare the nurse down as she fumbles for an explanation.

"W-well, all of his visitors were causing trouble for the hospital and other patients, and eventually his caretaker told us to put him down here…" I swallow my screams of frustration; no matter what you never treat a client like this! But this woman…

"And who was this 'caretaker'? And regardless of his position no one should be out in here. Move him to a real room!"

"Well, we didn't have anywhere else to put him, and now all the beds are taken, so…"

My eye brow twitches, "You realize this is probably a violation a procedure, right? If you don't find another bed then I'm signing him out, and that will very quickly follow a lawsuit. Understand? Or do you lack any intelligence in how a human should be treated?"

The nurse turns bright red and she scampers out of the room, hopefully to find a bed for Sawada.

I scoff at the ridiculous customer service, no matter the situation, you never treat a customer like this. Years of being near the customer service sector taught me that much, along with power of smiling.

Sighing I turn back to the bed to see Sawada sitting upright on his bed, clearly shaken as his skin was pale white and you saw envious shivers every so often.

"Fukushima-san? What are you doing here? I thought I didn't have any more visitors."

I give a sigh myself, feeling sympathy for the poor boy, this must be Reborn's fault somehow. "The baby ordered the Disciplinary Committee to kick me out of school for the day to visit you. I just was wondering what happened to get you stuck in the hospital, but now I'm more curious about how the hell you got yourself here."

Sawada visually became deflated; obviously today has been very stressful. What a bastard baby.

"Well… About that…" I decide to save the kid the trouble, I remember those days of being forced back to work after the worst days of my life, I wish someone had saved me some stress.

"Don't worry about it, you can tell me about it later. In the meantime, that nurse from before is trying to get you a room." I use a reassuring tone to get Sawada to calm down.

"I doubt that women likes me very much" Sawada shivers at the memory of some sort of trauma, and I repress the need to ask what that memory was. Curiosity killed that cat after all, and has led to countless awkward situations.

But regardless I scoff at his words, "It doesn't matter if she likes you or not, you are a customer getting a service, and therefore she must give you good service if she wishes for the business to flourish. Or if she doesn't want a lawsuit. That's how the world works, and if you are insistent enough you can always get what you want." Sawada just sweat drops at my response, muttering something along the lines of 'as expected of Fukushima-san' but I can't be sure. Plus I don't see anything wrong with my words, so what could he mean?

Shrugging off whatever Sawada said I take a look at his injures. All of his limbs are somehow broken and each cast is accompanied by some sort of other injury, and an infinite amount of small Band-Aids. Was he thrown into a bender or something? Or maybe a washing machine? But I still can't think of anything that would break all four of his limbs… Well, I can think of someone, obviously Hibari could beat any living being to a pulp, but what are the chances Hibari being at the hospital? Hibari doesn't get hurt, it's not possible.

At that moment, the ignorant nurse from earlier scurries in, looking put off but nervous. It seems I got what I wanted.

"It appears that there is one free bed in a private room, but visitors are strictly limited to family, Sawada-san! We can't handle any more of your brother's… friends." So Sawada's problems rest in his visitors, not his own actions? Interesting.

"Thank you very much, I assume we can use that wheelchair to get Sa- I mean, Tsuna to this new room?" I neck sweats a little at my mistake, it's very hard to switch what you call someone on the fly.

Luckily the nurse doesn't look to have noticed it as she squeaks and dashes to the wheelchair in the corner and gets it ready to carry Sawada to his new room. But Sawada does notice somethings, he notices my slip and the fact I was called, 'Sawada-san' and his eyes grow wide in confusion. Before he can spit out anything stupid I put my finger to my lips and give a stern look, a silent, 'Shut up if you want to live.'

Sawada still looks confused but effectively shuts his trap by the time the nurse comes back and fits him into the wheelchair. In moments we're off and into the elevator and onto the third floor. The entire ride, and walk afterwards the nurse shuffles under my glare. I would bet that her superior gave her a similar lecture to mine after I threatened legal charges, hence her sudden submission to me.

Serves her right.

The moment Sawada is set into his bed the woman rushes out of the room, and I glare till she's clean out of my sight. I needed someone to take some of my Honda frustration on.

Sawada wastes no time in speaking, "What was that all about Fukushima-san?" Despite knowing what he meant, I decide to tease him a little. A person should always be specific after all.

"You need to be more specific dear brother; I have no idea what you're talking about." Possessing an obvious glee in my voice I have to bite my lip to keep from giggling a little. But I don't bother disguising a smirk as I lean on the windowsill. I can practically see the playful look of my eyes reflected in Sawada's.

He doesn't see the humor however and pouts, "That! Why did you tell the nurse we were siblings?"

"In some hospitals only family can visit, and when I requested to see you the receptionist acted all superior, so I decided to demean her by acting as your sister. She can't possibly prevent family from visiting during visiting hours, after all. So when she refused I just had to make a scene and get her in trouble." I finish my story nonchalantly since it isn't a big deal. But Sawada feels otherwise.

He gives me a wary look as he mutters loud enough for me to hear, "That's not very polite, Fukushima-san."

"She wasn't very polite to me. Plus she acted like an incompetent know-it-all. She got what was coming to her," I scoff, my retort breathing my own arrogance. But I do honestly believe I was in the right. Sawada's just too submissive to see that. Obviously.

Sawada just sweat drops again, and I send an annoyed glare, daring him to question me. I did just get him a room; he should at least see that what I did, regardless of whether he liked it, worked.

"Changing the subject, why did the baby call me here? Is there something you need?" I erase my irritated feelings as they became counterproductive and replace it with mild concern. I just fixed his worst problem, and he doesn't seem to be and any more major trouble, so I can't see anything else that could be bothering him except loneliness.

"I think he just wanted to annoy me. All day he brought over people and got me in trouble, I've had to move rooms so many times- and in one I had to share with Hibari-san!" Shivering at the name, I hold myself back from gawking, gawking at the fact that Hibari's sick, and that Sawada was really beaten up by Hibari. He really does have terrible luck, horrible to every degree.

Shaking my head at the coincidence I decide to wrap up the conversation, "I see, well then I think I'll be going to you get some rest, I assume you've had enough stress-." I stop dead in my tracks as I spot something out the window.

No way.

"Fukushima-san? Is something wrong? You look really pale."

It makes a dash for the hospital entrance; I won't be able to escape easily.

Shit.

"Sawada, I'm going to hide under your bed, if anyone comes looking for me tell them I ran out the side door of the hospital." I'll use that time as a distraction to run out the front.

"Huh?" Disregarding his confusion I slide under the bed and curl up by the corner. It will not find me.

"Fukushima-san, I found you!" Minako Honda slams the doors open and jumps into the room, probably ready to tackle me until I agree to be her teacher.

Persistent isn't she?

Internally scoffing at my own lame sarcasm, I see that Honda's feet snap towards the bed, probably glaring at Sawada, who she deems an obstacle.

"Where did she go? I know she was in here!" Ugh, her obnoxious voice!

Sawada, obviously startled, stutters out an answer, "U-um, she s-said th-that she was g-going out the h-hospital side d-door…"

I can practically feel Honda narrowing her eyes, but after a few moments I hear her sprint out of the room. I take a turn waiting a few moments before quickly rolling out from the bed and doing my own sprint to the door.

"I'll explain later, Sawada!" I call from over my shoulder as I make my way to the stairs. An elevator is too vulnerable , if something goes wrong then there's nowhere to run. Jumping down the last few steps of the first flight, I curtly turn to run down the next when-

"Caiossu!" Holy!

Squeaking in alarm I fumble to grasp the railing and save myself from a dangerous fall. These stairs are concrete!

I send the devil's flesh body a hate intense glare, not only is this not the time to sneak up on me but that could have actually hurt me!

"You realize a good deal of people have died from falling down the stairs."

"You shouldn't have been running."

"I was being careful, you screwed me up."

"If you were being careful, I couldn't have scared you."

"I wasn't scared, you just broke my concentration."

"You were scared."

"No, I-!"

"Why are you running from Minako Honda?" I grit my teeth at the interruption, but drop the subject nonetheless. The baby doesn't allow anything that contradicts him into his world. Although, I guess I was a little startled, but I wasn't scared.

"She wants me to teach her how to be appealing." I try to shoot out the reply as quickly as possible, to let the embarrassment die quickly. I want it to be like a Band-Aid, hopefully the baby understands that.

"Oh? And how did she decide that?" Damn it.

I curse to myself, the guy obviously knows that I want to drop this, the sadistic look in his eye tells me that much, but he wants to draw it out. Draw out my embarrassment that it.

I hide a little blush and mumble out, "She decided that since Yamamoto only talks to one female then that female must teacher her some magic skill to being attractive."

"Fu." He only says one syllable, but I've come to realize that 'fu' means 'ha, you're an idiot.' My embarrassment mixes with anger, a regularly concoction of emotion whenever that devil is around. Does he really have to laugh at me? Now of all times? I'm in a hurry-

"I knew Sawada was lying!" My neck jerks up the staircase, Honda found me.

I see red all over, my face takes a blush of rage and I try to vaporize the brat in front me. He was stalling! He already knew the situation! I can't believe I thought he actually wanted to know what was going on! I can't believe I thought he didn't already know! I can't believe I didn't think to just run off! That baby is just a bastard, a god damn bastard.

"Just go fuck yourself-!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Honda's scream cuts me off, she was apparently running down the stairs as I was trying to deep fry the devil, but like me, tripped on the stairs. Now her hands are flailing, not even attempting to grab the railing like a normal person, she drops through the air. Time slows down as my mind, probably as my anger filters out.

She's going to land on her face on a concrete step. I know it. She might get a mild concussion, definitely a broken nose.

Instinct quickly takes over my body as I jump a step and try to catch the stupid girl. The logical thing happens. Honda falls into me; I kind of grab her, and like the laws of physics dictates-

We both fall down.

…

I'm an idiot.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-!" I feel my back crashing into the stairs and Honda's body grinds mine into the concrete and my head flies back from the kinetic energy of the fall. In that split second I unconsciously tense my entire body in the hope that maybe the skull won't be as unprotected as if my muscles were relaxed, my eyes scrunch close in anticipation of pain and I grit my teeth to bare it.

But the pain doesn't come.

Instead, my head meets a soft and smooth plushy, I think anyway. Slowly I open my eyes, Honda's still on top of me but I don't really care, she might be in shock or something. My arms drop to my side, feeling the concrete below me, it's still there, but it's not what my head landed on. I look to my right and there's just this neon green, ridiculous green. Is it a pillow?

I blink.

Yellow eyes blink back.

I scream.

It blinks.

I leap to my feet and grab the railing; Honda was sitting on a step rubbing her arm.

She looks confused.

I try and climb on top of the railing.

"Good job, Leon." Ok, ok, fine, god, fine. Give the devil another opportunity to humiliate me.

The baby had jumped down a step and grabbed the pillow that, admittedly, saved my skull which turned into his chameleon.

A pillow turned into a chameleon.

A pillow turned into a living object.

An inanimate object turned into an animate object.

"What the hell is that?" My eye brows must have fallen off I raised them so high, my hands clutch the railing in a vain hope to keep root in reality.

The baby keeps a smirk on his face, probably to silently laugh at my face or my awkward body or my obvious shock, and mockingly stays calm, "This is Leon. He's my partner."

"Your partner is an alien."

"How rude, he just saved you." His words seem to feel betrayed but his tone and confidence just prove he's being an ass.

"That doesn't make any sense! How can he expand his mass? How does he change his shape like that?"

"He's my partner."

"That doesn't explain anything!"

"Of course it does, now suck it up."

"Not until you explain- explain that!"

"You're horrible, you're hurting Leon's feelings." Reborn looks at me accusingly and the chameleon thing turns into a fake, neon green, rain cloud. But I could tell neither of them really felt bad, both Satan and his alien ally were laughing at me.

"Bullshit, now explain!" Shrieking I point my finger accusingly at the kid, demanding he say something logical.

"Honda, what do you think of Fukushima now?" I look at him with horror. No- he can't!

"She saved me! She's amazing! I have so much to learn from her!" No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"Well she told me that she would love to take you on as her student, isn't that great?"

"No! That's a-!" The alien latches onto my mouth and I start trying to scream and get it off. It's gross, it's so gross, very gross. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew , ew, ew, ew ,ew!

"She's being modest, you should come over to her house tomorrow, here's her address. Be there at 7 on Saturday." NO! No, no!

"That's fantastic! I knew you would come accept me, teacher! I'll be on time I swear!" Honda's beaming with pure joy, fucking joy. How dare she!

The devil gives the witch the location of my sanctum, with all the intentions of bombing it to hell.

Damn them! Damn them both!