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I don't know whether I should be happy, or crying out tears. It has been quite a while since I had last seen the pink smoke (I never actually thought that I'd miss it), and lately I have been on an edge. Just waiting for it to appear (you never know when it'll catch you off guard). But I have also been feeling like I'm being stalked (and it's not something pleasant either). I actually have no idea when it all started, but I don't get jittery for no reason. And there's a story behind that too, and with all the weirdness that I have been through, I don't think it has a right in being called a 'weird experience'.

I believe it was in my second day here in Namimori...

I went back to the park, wary. I hadn't had much luck in progressing in the Japanese language and was stuck with a sixty foot wall in front of me. I rubbed my face tiredly. "Man, I never really knew you could hit a wall with learning languages."

I flopped down under a random shade. I expected to pass out, but apparently the sandman decided to be a prick. So I ended up thinking about my misadventure yesterday. I didn't get very far, when my stomach growled. I sniffed. "I should've brought something from home with me."

I had no problem in figuring out on how to buy stuff, but with half the language and a language barrier, you never know when you would get cheated out of your money. Despite the horrible thought, I got up and headed for the corner store that was a ways down. I wasn't one of those people who would yell out 'suspicious' whenever something had a slight difference, but with a bush getting up and moving about in my peripheral vision for quite a quite a period of time, was practically screaming suspicious.

I stopped and immediately turned to the offending bush, but it sat there. Like nothing was out of the ordinary. I gave it one last glare and turned back to head over to the corner store. It hadn't even been a whole five minutes when I felt that I was being followed again. I stopped and turned, but the bush quivered in the wind. I shrugged it off this time and continued on my way, but the same darn feeling kept pestering me.

I ignored it this time.

I don't want to consider myself paranoid, and the whole pink smoke business that had happened yesterday told me otherwise. I just wasn't the same after it had happened. I let out a sigh, and continued. "I don't ever want to experience that again…"

A rustle brought me out of my musings, and I turned back to see that the bush had somehow found it's roots on the pavement. I blinked. That just doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it. I stood there, staring at for some time before reluctantly turning back to continue on my way to the convenience store, muttering under my breath. "This isn't happening right?"

Another ten minutes of my bush stalker, I was pretty sure it was stalking me by now, rustling after me, I heard a loud 'hahi'. That made me pause, stopping to ponder if I was now hearing things. I shook my head. "That can't be possible, I am a perfectly healthy being, I am not crazy and I don't think I am paranoid."

I then continued, only to stop at heavy breathing. I frowned and slowly turned around, only to be met with the bush stalker. "Heavy breathing? From a bush?"

I took a step closer to it, and it started quivering. There was no wind at the moment, so that crossed off that idea. "You know, that's just plain weird. I get a bush stalking me, not to mention on the pavement, and there is some weird sounds, heavy breathing included. That doesn't make any sense."

I had the desire to pull the bush off the ground, and I complied. Only for the pink smoke to make it's appearance, again. "What the hell?"

"Hahi? Cannon-kun!" My frown deepened when I was met face to face with a pretty woman. I won't deny it, and I know pretty when I see one. Her eyes widened as she took in my appearance. "Oh! It must be Lambo-chan's weapon, desu!"

"Huh?" Was the only thought out reply that I could actually come up with. I shook my head. "Nevermind that, but who are you?"

"Eh? Cannon-kun doesn't know me?" The woman looked slightly offended with my comment. I only gave her a stare. She sighed. "My name's Haru, desu."

"How do you know my name anyway, Haru?" I questioned as soon as her answer was out.

Haru looked like she was fighting the blush that had already spread across her cheeks. "H-Haru knows, desu!"

"That's not an answer." I rolled my eyes, exasperated.

"It is!" She shot at me, looking completely angry. Was she bipolar or something? It sure seemed so… Haru had crossed her arms and began ranting off. "I can't believe you're so insensitive to women, Cannon-kun! You're way worse than Gokudera!"

I blinked. So this pretty woman was having drama flick problems? "So, you like this Gokudera?"

I had to admit that I was pretty amused with the near spit-take that she did. She then ranted off again, with a bigger blush on her face than her previous one. I waved the matter off, and shot another question at her. "Then tell me, Haru, how is it that you know English?"

"Eh? We all had to learn English during school, and it wasn't until you came by that we polished it up. Reborn-chan also backed the idea up, saying something about Tsuna-kun having a lot of languages under his belt." Haru looked thoughtful as she explained.

I let everything sink in, putting the information away for later reference. I opened my mouth in order to ask another question when the pink smoke appeared. I cursed. "Goddamnit! Don't I have any sort of control over my situation?!"

"Hahi!? …" I blinked as I was face to face with a very familiar face. The girl noticed my stare and started fidgeting and began spouting gibberish, of which I could hardly decipher as Japanese, and bowed altogether.

I blinked, already lost count on how many times I had done it, and stared for quite a bit longer. My stomach then decided that it was high time that I put something into my mouth. I agreed and turned to leave for the convenience store…

A few days later, I managed to tell her that I didn't like it when I was being stalked, and she stopped. She looked disheartened, but if you weren't clear on your intentions with these types of people then you'd be stalked for eternity. Ah well, but this is different. The stalking (I'm pretty sure that it is someone stalking me) is way more intentional than being random. I still don't know who it could be. But at least they don't watch me from my window.

… At least I don't think so…

Great… extensive paranoia for self-defense is needed…

P.S. Disguises are in order ASAP