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This morning was a pain (I shouldn't have to re-live I by explaining it, but for the sake of this journal I will).

I awoke to the smell of toast being burnt (which didn't make sense, since Uncle Dean could hardly keep anything that grew mold around the house), and promptly got up to do my daily routine, as hard as it could be (it's best to ignore the insanity, helps the brain immensely). Breakfast was horrible (and was quadrupled the amount with my Uncle's constant flamboyant side beginning to show for the day, another reason on why I never really liked him…), but I managed to eat it (I was threatened with seduction, which brought back horrible memories last night…) and we soon headed out for a climb on the mountain that always looked like it was to topple over any second (how it hasn't beats me).

The climb wasn't pleasant either (with an Uncle that shouted obscenely things over the wind, of course it wasn't), with me situated above him. He said something about safety precaution and how he would be able to catch me if I did fall (I don't see how that would make any sense logically... maybe my logic is long gone…). I, of course, didn't really care and retorted that I wasn't an idiot for falling of a cliff (so far that has held true).

It wasn't long until…

we finally came across a platform protruding from the side of the cliff. I turned my head and shouted down. "Uncle Dean! There is a platform here, can we stop by on it?"

"What was that?" I heard him shout back. "I was too busy watching your ass if you fell!"

"Uncle Dean!" I screamed, my face growing red.

"Oh! Now I can see your face!" I faintly saw him grin. I turned back growling, sometimes I just wish that I didn't make such a promise with that stupid pineapple… that damn fruit…

Muttering about how to kill an uncle without looking guilty, I made my way towards the platform. I was tired, what would expect? I bet you, half of the day already has gone by and I'm freezing my arms here! I sniffed, already missing the warmth of my home, now situated in Namimori, Japan. "Stupid cold, I doubt that I would get out of this without hypothermia."

A grasp away from the platform, the unthinkable happened.

I slipped.

I was sure I was to plummet to the ground, that was now what? 600 feet below us? Have my brains scattered on the floor and probably have a funeral without the marshmallows coming to haunt me for eternity. I closed my eyes and awaited for the end of my life to happen, but that didn't happen. It was taking me too long to fall to the ground. It is a pretty tall mountain… My senses then flooded with warmth. Was this the afterlife? Warmth? Did I meet my end without even feeling it? "Cannon! Cannon! Are you ok? You're not hurt anywhere, right? Oh god please be ok!"

That was a really annoying person… they almost sound like Uncle Dean… I wonder if he is okay…

"You! You didn't do something to him, did you? I swear if you did! Then I'll make sure that you suffer!"

What the heck? That sounded childish, right out of a manga too. Does Uncle Dean read such things?

"We haven't done anything, he was like that when Jager brought him up."

The guy sounded very creepy, he must be some sort of caveman… Do cavemen live up in snowy mountains?

"Don't think that I'll take any of your shit! My sister would be horrified if I sent back a body to greet her!"

Did Uncle Dean just swear? Wait, why am I calling a random person 'Uncle Dean'? Maybe he's a long lost twin of Uncle's?

"The Vindice don't take lightly to accusations, Pericoloso Eclissi Atroce Narciso."

Perry… what? Nevermind, I swear of hearing the name Vindice somewhere…

"I thought I completely banished that name, it wasn't much of a name anyway, just random words put together. Imagine your parents naming you after words!"

Vindice… Vindice… nothing is coming to mind yet…

"A name can't be banished from the face of the Earth, once you are named, it is placed in our books, and thus your records are placed under it."

What is this place? A police station?

"Then you must have almost every single person's name in your books, that must be one tough job."

Job… So this place isn't the afterlife?

"No, we only keep the Mafiosi in our records, the rest of the world is for the government to look after. We are the Vindice, so don't bother sweet talking Pericoloso Eclissi Atroce Narciso."

It's that long name again…

"Why must you keep calling me by that ridiculous name? I swear to god if you call me by my full name I will trash your offices, grab my nephew and make a suicidal jump!"

That really is childish… Wait, he said 'nephew'… Is he…

"That would not phase us in the least, Pericoloso."

What are they? Inhuman?

"At least you stopped calling me by my full name. It's progress."

I should really stop pretending to be passed out if this isn't the afterlife…

"This is a prison, Pericoloso, don't be so hopeful."

Ah… the name is in Italian… Who the hell would have a name of 'dangerous'?

"Hah, as if I would Vindice, I'm not some feather you could easily pluck from the plumage of a bird."

Prison… Vindice… Prison… Vindice… Pineapple… I shot up, eyes wide. "The pineapple!"

There was silence before I was suffocating by a hug that seemingly came from nowhere. "Oh, I'm so glad that you're alive, Cannon!"

"H-Hey! Sp-space! I need space!" I shouted, trying to push Uncle Dean off of me. That was easily thought than done.

"No! I thought I almost lost you when you slipped!" Uncle Dean then held my shoulders as he pushed me at arm's length, his face serious. "Promise me you won't ever do that again."

Was Uncle Dean always able to make that kind of face? I looked at him, and nodded numbly. I regret doing so, since I was immediately crushed with a fierce hug. "Sp-Space!"

Thankfully the coddling stopped when that creepy voice spoke up. "Pericoloso, showing intimate actions would get you confined."

"Aw you give me too much credit!" Uncle Dean answered cheerily. I was too busy trying to get out of his grip so I could look for the stupid fruit. "After all, he is my nephew, so it's not inappropriate. Unless you want it to be~"

"Please refrain from such actions." I thought I was going to be sick from cold weather, but I might be sick with this sick homo joke.

"Uncle Dean, could you let me go? I need to go." The bathroom trick always worked. And it hasn't it lost it's charm.

Uncle Dean gave a miserable sigh as he released me. "Alright, but be careful in where you go."

"Alejandro, escort him," Was that a baby? Nah, must be dreaming.

"No need! I know where the toilet is when I'm in need of it!" I immediately ran off through the halls taking various turns here and there, not really knowing where I was headed to... "Damnit, pineapple! You owe me big time!"

I soon came to a dead end with huge iron doors. "Now the question now would be, should I open it or should I not open it…"

I couldn't tell how long I debated on that single idea when I completely threw out my sense of reality and opened the iron door. "Damnit! So heavy…"

I managed to open it a little, a small crack, enough for me to slip into. I did so, but didn't expect the door to shut me in. I tried to push the door, but it didn't budge. "Why does it have to be so heavy?"

I turned around, and slumped down, with my head in my hands. "So much for looking for the toilet… It might be too late for someone to find me now…"

Kufufufu.

I sat up, my spine tingling. "Hello? Anybody here?"

No answer.

"What is this? Some horror movie?" I threw my hands up in the air, frustrated. Breathing in and out, I brought my frustration down somewhat in order to actually think. "Okay, Cannon, there is no such thing as ghosts, you won't be scared of such a thing, since it's not real. Now, we have to find that stupid pineapple and make him pay for my current dilemma, that sounds like a good idea… definitely a good idea. But the question is, where the hell is he?"

I look around, but I can't even look past a one foot barrier.

"Where the hell is the light coming from anyway?" I glanced down at my feet, noticing for the first time I was surrounded by a small circle of light. I shook my head and began walking, albeit a little blind. "Now's not the time to be distracted, I should be searching for the pineapple…"

I've long lost the sense of time, kind of hard not to seeing as there was nothing to keep track of time with. And the pressure surrounding me from everywhere was suffocating and not knowing where I was going on top of that was pretty hard to overcome. I nearly had a couple of breakdowns… never really knew how I got over them…

Turn right from here.

"Where's right?" I questioned the voice that I had been hearing for quite some time. I wasn't considered sane if I was talking to some weird voice, was I? My body moved automatically to the direction I was mysteriously steered in.

There is a door in front of you, open it.

"What's a door?" Despite the question, I reached out to touch something solid. Searching the solid wall I brushed over something that protruded from it. Without hesitation I opened the wall and headed inside. My eyes hurt with the light it was given to see. I whimpered. "What is that? It hurts…"

Relax, Cannon-kun, it's a florescent light. You've been walking in the dark far too long. Get used to it, then keep going.

I squatted down abiding to what the voice had said. It was quite a while until I could get up and look around without squinting. The voice said to keep going… I looked around me and found that I only had to go straight to keep going. I let out a sigh and did just that. I entered another room, one filled with tanks.

I'm in the last one down the row on your left.

"Left?" I frowned. My frustration seemed to have risen with all this amnesia I was experiencing. So my body took the lead and moved the left row, and it kept on going. Until it stopped. I blinked and looked around, nearly having a heart attack when I found a teen stuffed in one of these tanks. "Experiment?"

It was a tank filled with water, and there was a teen in it.

That didn't make any sense.

Then again, what did make sense?

I looked up, and it turned out to be endless. Was that even possible? I let out a growl, grabbing the chopsticks from my inner breast pocket and smashed the glass. It cracked then it gave way to the pressure, water spilling out everywhere and bringing the teen out of it. I examined the teen for a while, trying to place the nagging feeling somewhere. He was lean, pale, tall-looking… slightly muscular? I let my gaze travel to his hair and then it finally clicked into place. "P-Pineapple?"

He didn't move.

"Oh god! CPR! I need to perform CPR!" I frantically ran through the steps of CPR, most of it gone already, so I threw the step-by-step process and immediately dragged him onto dry flooring. Nearly ripping his soaked dress shirt open, I began the process of giving air to the near lifeless body. It was a while later, I managed to bring him about. "Thank god he's breathing!"

Next thing I did would probably horrify my past sane self, was to strip him of the wet clothing and take off my layers of clothing. I ended up in only my undershirt and boxers after I had dressed the pineapple with my clothing. I then dragged him further down and allowed him to rest. I went back to the flooded area, in order to find my chopsticks. I would never go anywhere without them.

I did find them, floating along as if they were washed away by the tide. Grabbing them, I went back to the pineapple, finding him awake. "Oh, you're awake."

"Kufufufu, of course I am." Pineapple smirked. He looked down at his clothing then back at me, a slight tinge of worry marred his smirk. "Aren't you cold?"

"No, I'm fine, you should be worrying about yourself, stuck in a tank of water with nothing but light clothing completely soaked through." I shrugged. "You'd end up getting hypothermia."

"Kufufufu, I see," Pineapple answered after a pause. "how were you able to negotiate with the Vindice?"

"Vindice?" I questioned, frowning in thought. I swear I heard that name somewhere….

"The jail keepers of the Mafia world." Pineapple suggested helpfully.

"Jail keepers… Vindice… Jail… Prison…" I muttered trying to wrack my brain for the answers I needed. It gave a sharp pain instead. "Ow! Great, I think I busted a cog…"

"How did you even make it here to Vendicare?" Pineapple changed the topic, exasperated.

"How indeed…" I began to think harder, ignoring the pain. And as if a balloon burst, I suddenly got a flood of information. I clutched my head and immediately squatted down into a curled position. I soon passed out after that.

The next time I awoke…

I found myself propped up beside the pineapple, against the water tank. With my memories back, I had stupidly jumped up (without knowing the consequences), only to wither down, holding my head in pain. It had been the thought of not having a blender with me (I was sure I packed one and that it was in my luggage at the bottom of this mountain) that brought me out of my misery. Pineapple (I later found out that his name was Rokudo Mukuro) had questioned my stupidity on coming here without negotiating with the Vindice first (I was forced to tell him my story after I was stable enough not to pass out a second time), and I gave a shrug in response.

When I was well enough to move around, and that Mukuro had gotten used to moving around without collapsing every five seconds, we had moved on to go back to where I had left Uncle Dean. I seriously hope that he was alright (even though I was now starting to doubt his identity and think of him as an imposter with a word strung name in Italian…), I wasn't looking forward to his flamboyancy, but he was my Uncle nonetheless (and after hearing what Mukuro had to say about the Vindice, I was fretting non-stop).

But I can't help shake off the feeling of doom when I get back… imagine them after I state that I had to go really bad and my diarrhea wouldn't stop.

But with Mukuro by my side… that idea is a no go.

Oh joy.

P.S. I asked Mukuro if there was some sort of drug that made babies geniuses, and he laughed at me! That jerk!