Here's the next chapter! Thanks for Natsumo and Kuroi Rin for reviewing! :D

As for pairings, that'll come later, but thoughts are appreciated.

Enjoy!

I was literally having a bad day, you know, not the 'I know this has happened before, but I don't give a shit about it' day, but it's more like a 'why me' day. You see, in school, I was told to join the student council (more like the people just grabbed me out of the hallway and dumped me inside a room, surrounded by people while I sat down on the chair provided, they did have a person who could act as a translator, and then the whole 'join me or be humiliated for the rest of your school days' issues started) to head over to Namimori Middle, a school that is on the other side of Namimori (which isn't very far), and make some deals with the Disciplinary Committee. I of course I objected (not because of the strong rumors that surrounded the name, I had no clue that they even existed and I learned of these rumors later anyway, but because it was supposed to be the Head of the Student Council's job, in other words, the president had to go), but they retaliated, and kicked me out of the room, stating that I was not to come to school until I did my errand for them (I was pissed by then, and thought of not doing it just to spite them, but then, my mom and dad wouldn't be too happy, would they?). So I ended up heading over to the other end of Namimori, on this errand.

I distinctly remember my trip there (how can I not, when the ever so familiar pink smoke made it's appearance again?), and it all started when…

I made my way through Namimori's shopping district, absentmindedly glancing at the deals that the billboards claimed that they had. Nothing that was out of the ordinary. I shrugged and went on my way, ignoring the background crashes and explosions. Living in this small town has it's plus sides, like how you can completely grow immune with all the loud sounds. No wonder the residents here can just live on ignoring all those weird noises. I nodded at the thought in self-satisfaction. "I give them a ten out of ten."

It wasn't long until I reached the heart of the shopping district, it couldn't hurt to cruise around when I was on an errand, could it? It was all so peaceful, another plus for the town called Namimori. I went over to one of the shops and admired the displays in the window.

"Wow! Is that an actual autograph?" I stuck myself onto the window, completely taken in with the autograph on display. Hardly paying any attention to the screaming as even more explosions shook the whole Namimori Central Shopping district. I mean, nothing major is going to happen, right?

"VOOOOOIIII!"

Well that idea went down the drain.

I pushed off the glass and sighed. "I wonder what I am supposed to do in this kind of situation… was it go and see what it was to make such a loud sound, or run away screaming for my life?"

I paused to think on the outcome for each situation. For the first, I could go and play detective and see what was going on to make such a ruckus in this peaceful town. It also held promise of adventure. The second choice was to go through with the errand, after screaming my head off for a while and make sure the alliance between the two schools is put to use. It was quite clear for me on which I should choose, and besides, my sense of adventure had already chosen which one I was to follow through. I shrugged and headed towards the source of the sound. "What is the worst the Student Council can do to a person who doesn't follow their demands immediately?"

Brushing off the question, I neared the place that held the most commotion. How I could tell? Well, if there was a weird guy jumping everywhere and smashing everything in sight, and some boxer boy trying to beat the crap out of them, then you have most definitely reached the source of the commotion. I ventured closer without anyone noticing, only to trip in one of the many areas of ruined concrete. "How the hell can a person make something so fictional?"

"GUPYA!"

My eyes widened at the shot that followed after the yell, that painfully belonged to a kid, and I got up, turning around with a swift momentum, that I was sure that I had not had before. I, however, managed to see that a pink bullet was shot at me. That was the world for me, then and there. Just me and the bullet. I had tuned everything out around me and stared, horrified at the bullet. I closed my eyes in resignation, a grim smile stretched across my face. "So this is the end for me, huh?"

The last thing I was expecting was for the pink smoke to appear.

I coughed as the familiar pinkness surrounded me. I waited until it all cleared, leaving me in a hallway. I had to recollect my thoughts on what just happened to me. "I know that I was shot… in Namimori's shopping district… I went with plan A than B… So, shouldn't I be dead?"

I frowned, but began walking. Standing in a place while you were thinking was tiring. Plus it looked weird, I've seen others do the same and the thought that they were an idiot always ran through my mind. So I prefer not to be grouped with such a category. It just so happened that I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going, or to any of my surroundings. And that meant that I was tackled, head on. "Hey! Watch it!"

"Sorry! I didn't mean to! But we can't stay here when Baka-Dera is after us!" My wrist was then tugged and I was dragged along for the ride.

"But I didn't do anything!" I shouted back at the teen. What was it with me and unexpected situations? On second thought, I don't want to know…

"Better than just standing there!" He countered as we turned a corner. I was then shoved into a room, with him following after me shutting the door behind him. A click soon followed afterwards, indicating that I was locked in with this crazy guy running away from this Baka-Dera. He slid down the door, and rubbed his face tiredly. "Yare, yare, he doesn't know the term relax does he?"

"I should probably question on how you know that I can speak English, but then that's been happening quite a lot now." I voiced out, indicating that I was still here, and very much alive.

The teen looked up, and I was met with electrifying green eyes. His eyes widened. "Cannon-nii?"

Despite my horrible Japanese, which was improving by the day, I could make out some phrases. Not the complicated kinds, but the easy ones that could be able to grasp after hearing it once or twice. I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not anyone's brother, but I'd very much like a reason why the pink smoke is always targeting me."

"Crap, Kyoya-nii is going to kill me!" It seemed as if my retort was completely forgotten, tuned out into the background.

I felt my head pound, as I snapped at the ignorant teen in front of me. "I am not anyone's! Geez, the pineapple even said something like it!"

"You've met, Mukuro-nii?" The teen stopped his worrying and finally, finally, acknowledged that I was indeed there.

"I don't know who this Mukuro-nii of yours is, but I do know it was a pineapple, and that I shall make a smoothie out of every pineapple I see." I answered curtly. "And how do you know my name? I'm pretty sure that I haven't seen you before."

The teen laughed. I was miffed, I mean, what was so funny? He stopped laughing, choosing to cease. "Aha~ Cannon-nii really was adorable back then huh?"

I twitched. "Don't call me that!"

"What? Adorable?" The teen grinned.

I seethed. "Yeah, that. Don't call me that!"

"Aw, I'd like to see you more often like this, but your times up, Cannon-nii." The teen patted my shoulder, with his grin present.

Before I could question on what he could mean, the pink smoke appeared again, making me cough with all its… pinkness. I then found myself in some bedroom, surrounded by a group of boys, luckily my age. No more traumatizing events… I hope… I then remembered my errand, and immediately looked at my watch for the time. Not a second wasted in reading the time, did I get up and run out the door. "Crap! I'm late! Late! I hope he's still there! Damnit! I seriously hope that he knows English!"

I ran out the door, ignoring the shouts that were after my wake. I clearly didn't want any other distraction to come between me and my errand…

I had reached Namimori Middle with little to no distractions, an accomplishment on my part, and somehow managed to get the alliance between the schools as well (though it was a failed attempt at speaking in my half-assed Japanese, I ended up yelling in English, which the damn Disciplinary Head knew, I think he just wanted to watch me suffer, and then the deal was completed). I had my suspicions between the relation of the 'herbivore' guy and this teen (that clearly needed to be in High School by now), but shrugged them off as nothing. I had gone home, overslept, and completely forgot about my latest travel (that is until now of course).

I shouldn't pick plan A over B again… Always finish plan B before moving on to plan A.

P.S. Should seriously start researching about this whole pink smoke business.