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I fear that I am now mentally scarred (I know, such a wonderful way to start an entry), but before this I had been scarred mentally and emotionally (making this the third one, but second for my mentality health). The first was when I had been in bed... with another guy, who was practically naked for all I could tell (I freaked out, and ran to the bathroom hyperventilating, locking myself in, it was of no surprise that I had broken down in my mom's arms after that experience). The second was in those Japanese styled Jacuzzi's (I'm pretty sure that they called it a hot spring resort...), where I found myself wet in one of the springs with a whole bunch of guys (it shouldn't have been weird, but I was still traumatized with sleeping next to a guy, that I started hyperventilating again), and immediately got out, running for my life (I briefly noticed that the kind man I had first met was also there, and what suspiciously looked like the 'herbivore' guy too), only to slip and fall (I'm pinning the blame on the soaked shoes I was wearing at the time, they were my favorite pair too), and pass out (I later woke up in my bedroom, thinking it was all a bad dream, but my wet clothes told me otherwise).

The third time it had happened was when I was brushing my teeth, looking all dazed (it was the morning, what could you expect). I faintly remember that I heard some sort of glass shattering, and soon it came through my bathroom door...

I faintly saw something pink coming towards me. I had no time to react when the all too familiar pink smoke surrounded me. I wanted to swear, I really did. But my toothbrush prevented me from uttering a single word. I was the kind that didn't like to have a mess of toothpaste splattering all over.

A bunch of words, that I immediately recognized as demented Spanish brought my attention to the here and now. I must have paled extremely for the guy, as hideous as he was, towering over me to sneer. My thoughts tunneled, and I mentally cursed for not keeping my chopsticks with me. I frantically looked around at my surroundings for an escape route, but to my horror, I was situated in a tight cubicle. The toilet being the only witness to my dilemma...

That was a depressing thought...

I regained my senses, enough to notice that I was going to get beat up pretty badly, and spat toothpaste on him. Hey, he was ugly, so I had no qualms in ruining his hideous face. On the other hand, it was a good thing, I didn't know how much longer I could hold it in without swallowing it.

My attacker, unfortunate as he was for being my spit-cup, was howling in pain. I paid no mind and went for the only door to my freedom. It was short lived when I was dragged back and slammed against the wall above the toilet. And damn it hurt! "Fuck!"

The man laughed and ripped open my pajama shirt. Goddamnit! This was my favorite too! I was however brought out of my mini-tantrum when he was about to throw himself on me. I couldn't breathe, at least I couldn't remember how, too fearful of the word rape. I should've screamed 'rape' like in all those self-defense classes, incorporated into school, but I couldn't. It was like my voice left me, and my only thought was 'traitor'.

In the midst of being frozen in place, fearing for my virginity, I no longer looked at those who lost theirs' in the same way in the same light again, I had the absurd thought of stabbing my toothbrush down my attacker's throat.

I found it quite perplexing.

But then Déjà vu had burst the door open again.

With a hairs breadth of suffocation, the man was thrown back, gaining a groan with the smashed glass. I winced. That really would hurt...

My vision, then, was overtaken by pineapples. Pineapples with red and blue eyes, and tridents in their hands. When did pineapples have bodies? One pineapple gave me an ominous smirk. "Kufufufu, the Skylark's possession looks quite delectable, don't you think, Chrome?"

"... Mukuro-sama, it isn't nice to refer to other people like that." A female voice spoke with a tinge of exasperation.

"Kufufu, why not? He is what he is." The pineapple chuckled. I managed to take a glimpse of my attacker, writhing in pain but the pineapple blocked my vision. "Oya? I suggest you to not try to look at him, Cannon, it'll scar you more than your near rape attack."

I frowned, before trying to speak around my toothbrush. "H-how do you know m-my name?"

"Kufufufu, you'll have to go to Vongola Decimo for that answer, Cannon." The pineapple smirked.

I managed to conjure up a thought of what Vongola was, I'm pretty sure that the kind man mentioned it before I was in a pink smoke mess.

And speak of the devil, the pink smoke arrived again. I'm starting to think...

that it has a mind of it's own. It was a little while until I realized that my uncanny savior had spoken English. I should consider the fact that they must have this ability to read my mind and know that I am an American at heart and my Japanese sucks straight up. I'm not even joking. I must have been muttering about this one point for at least thirty minutes, when the next one came up.

I recall that the pineapple had called me this 'skylark's' possession. I tossed this idea around in my head and thought on what it meant. And what I found out, didn't help me any better. He said I belonged to someone, and this someone was this skylark. Maybe the next time I meet this pineapple, I'll make sure I'll have to have a blender with me. It shouldn't be so wrong to make fruit smoothie out of an offending fruit, could it now?

I'm sure the law could exempt me from all the civil crap.

It's a fruit for pete's sake.

P.S. Make a smoothie out of every pineapple that comes in sight.