Warning: PTSD and Flashbacks

People were walking back and forth, families checking everything, making sure they had everything. Kids were busy trying to pull at their parents and hurry because look, there's a water slide!

Two brothers were busying trying to make their way through the crowd. The younger one scowling as he was forced to hold onto his brother's hand, clicking his tongue as he saw various women looking at the two and even cooing. His fingers twitched as his glare became fiercer and darker. He paled as he saw a flash of pale pink, his stomach dropped and twisted, gagging he bent over.

Almost immediately Romeo stopped and started looking at Gokudera, who was trying his best to swallow the burning puke. He coughed painfully as it finally went down. Tears gathering at the edge of his eyes, drowning in shame and humiliation at his reaction of seeing someone who looked like Bianchi, he ignored Romeo's concerned questions. Instead of admitting what happened, he pursued his lips. His arms wrapped around his stomach like it will stop him from puking.

"I'm fine!" He snapped at Romeo, his stomach still twisting and pulling, revolting at the mere thought of trying to survive another poisoned meal. Phantom pains throbbing as if reminding him, like he doesn't remember.

Remember, remember the way his throat tightened, his mouth burning and the way it spreads down to his stomach, almost as if he really had ate fire. His brain pounding against his skull because it felt like it was getting just enough air to continue on but it still wasn't enough, it never was. His limbs losing control, numb but pain still made its way through, telling him, yes, he still has them but it would've been better to cut them off to lessen the pain. Then he had to play, instead of hating the screeching, they loved it.

He had to do it over and over, at one point he tried to play the way he was taught. But his dosage of poison was upped, he never tried again- he can't breathe, why can't he breathe- flames, red flames burning so bright- relief, air- more, he was forced more- he hated her, she supposed to be his sister!

Gokudera blinked as sleep slowly took over him. Blue, blue so pretty. His head dropped forward, his body slumped as Romeo tightened his hold. Sighing, he put Gokudera into one of the beds in their rooms. Waving off the workers and a citizen doctor who was apparently licensed in children psychology. Muttering how their parents had recently taken him in from a bad situation and yes, they were getting help.

Soon they left, giving pity stares to the boy on the bed, making Romeo's hair stand up. He glared at the shut door, his fist clenched. Turning around, he looked at the boy who for once didn't look like a small Chihuahua with too much pent up anger inside. Even asleep, the boy was supposed to moved around, not this. So still that he could barely see his chest moving up and down.

-x-

Romeo had spent the last few hours looking at his small throwaway phone. He looked around for a moment, before he picked it up. His fingers typing in a too familiar number.

*ring, ring*

*ring, ring*

*ring, rin-*

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" A smooth voice asked. Romeo didn't say anything, he wasn't even sure he was breathing at this point. His finger hovered over the end button before he closed his eyes. Hayato...

Romeo breathed in shakily, before he let out a small smile. "Hey, Gennaro. I-I need help with something." There was another long silence before a relief chuckle broke it.

"Oh Lord, you are still alive," Gennaro whispered, Romeo gripped his phone. He stomped down on anything that was trying to grow at this statement. "Romeo, Romeo do you need me to get you backup? Pietro is actually home right now-"

"No! You can't tell him or anyone, okay? Gennaro, you can't," he begged him, looking at Gokudera from the bathroom door, who had moved at the tiny outburst. He closed the door and continued to talk, quieter this time. "I-I can't go back, okay? I had met someone and-"

Gennaro choked, "You-you fell in love? Romeo-" Once again, Romeo shut his crazy ideas down before they grew. His eyes rolling at the thought of falling in love.

"No, I- there was a idiot and I helped. He got attached, but-look, I need help. Just meet us in England, okay? Tomorrow night, at Sunflower Hotel, I will send the address. Bring your equipment and my stash, the one under my bed. Don't tell anyone, okay?"

-x-

Gennaro stared at the gun which he knew was loaded, breathing in. He closed his eyes, "okay, I won't tell anyone. I will be there, don't worry."

"..Thank you." Gennaro felt his heart twisted, I am sorry. Romeo ended the call, clueless about the girl who was threatening his most trusted person.

Ottavio glared at the man, "Sunflower? What did he mean by that?" Gennaro clenched his jaw, before he answered.

"A small time hotel, it's in a small town called DayHills, the real name is Kelly's Bed and Breakfast," Gennaro closed his eyes when she took his phone and stuck a needle in his neck.

She was a moron, all this and she will only push Bambi away. As he fell to the drug, he felt grateful that she was packing up his crap in his bag that Romeo had give him.

-x-

Romeo was glad that he wasn't really planning on staying on the cruise. But, he stopped in the middle of his hotel room. His eyes stopping on a corner, where it started to waver. Scowling, he shot the wall near where he knew her head was. "Ottavio, what are you doing here?" Using that flame you hate so much?

"Dragging you back home where you belong," she hissed as her illusion washed away. Lightning sparking from the ring on her left hand. Her eyes glaring at him and that pissed him off. She shouldn't be the angry one, what right did she have? She wasn't the one who lost what she has been working for years, the one who dealt with Lorence, the one who lost- he shot that thought down before it could truly form.

His flames lit up, causing his rings to warm up. A snarl ripped through his throat. "Who are you kidding?" She flinched before she pulled out her other gun, a determinated glint appeared in her eye. "Go back home, Princess."

"No, fucktard! Not until you agree to come back home-"she fell forward. Gennaro pushed back his sweaty hair while pulling out the needle from her neck. He stepped over her,

"Bitch, you fucked up, I drug myself every day." He said smugly, before he looked at Romeo who was grinning at him. Gennaro smiled back, "what's up, Bambi?"

Romeo's grin never fell so fast. "Fuck you and let's go, I booked us a plane out of here." He told him as he picked up everything he had laying out.

Gennaro felt his eye twitched, "you knew? You knew she was there?" Romeo gave Pietro thirty minutes until he was busting down the doors here. They should hurry.

Romeo snorted, "no, but I knew you were probably being watched. Did you at least get your crap?" He asked as he packed up the shit from the room. Trying to hurry mainly because he didn't want to find out how badly Gokudera would react to him not being there by him. Who knew that the kid would be so needy when he's sick, when he usually is like a cat who always acts like they were only there because of the food and shelter. "Plus you said hello twice, instead of who the fuck is this," he couldn't help but add. A grin pulling at his lips as he put a couple things into Gennaro's bag.

Gennaro sighed before he shook his head, "no, not all of it but I can just stock up at the Alley near here." He ignored the last comment, instead of trying to argue that he doesn't really curse so much.

Romeo nodded, "good, also take out a bit of money. I am running low."

"What am I? A bank to you?"

"No, you are also a free doctor."

-x-

A/N: Gennaro is a wizard from a family that died out so he's rich (Only Romeo knows, because BFF). Not Harriet rich, but normal rich. Romeo and Gennaro's past will be told in the next chapter (after a special chapter) and this Romeo Arc is longer than originally planned.

(Sorry that it's so crappy, I tried rewriting it but I think it got worse.)

Ah, unknowingly Shitty sisters, another thing in common. My poor babies. (I am sorry this is turning so serious. Forgive me. The next update will be series of events that can be counted as canon to the story. You are allowed to pick and choose what you like.)

The Bovino Family Flames

Gerrard- Lightning

Guida- Lightning

Pietro - Lightning

The Mistress/ Rosa( Romeo and the others Mom)- Unactivated Rainy Mist

Romeo - Rainy Lightning Flames

Ottavio - Misty Lightning Flames

Lorence- Mist

Also a look into Ottavio's side. -

-x-

Ottavio grunted as she blocked the light from her eyes. Her tongue felt huge and dry, slowly blinking, she looked at the room. At the door, Pietro was looking at her emotionlessly, his arms crossed. Any smartass remark died on the spot. His eyes burned up in angry, "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

She sat up, her hands clutching the sheets. "I thought I could do it, I thought I could bring him back." She answered him, suddenly feeling like a foolish kid.

Pietro sighed deeply, rubbing his head. "You..you thought you could bring him back? Romeo who had escaped us for six months? Romeo who had disappeared from everyone's eye and including Harriet and her friends?"

Ottavio bit her lip before she started again. "I knew where he was, I know I could beat him-"

Pietro let out a sharp laugh, "you? Beat him? Ottavio, you truly think too much of yourself, Jesus." He rubbed his forehead again with his palm. "In a fair fight, sure. But if Romeo was truly trying to killing, you would be dead before you would've noticed you were...Jesus Christ, they were right." He laughed before it became silent.

Ottavio had her head down, her hands gripping the blanket as she waited for him to continue. But he didn't, he just stood at the door with his head in one of his hands. Ottavio folded into herself in guilt, this last couple of months had been hard on him. This was first time that they had news of Romeo after he disappeared completely, their people were starting to give them looks. Especially Pietro who had been training Romeo whenever he could, now any time free was spent looking over anything that could point to Romeo. Which wasn't very often, another thing Pietro regretted. They...they had started to believe that Romeo had died and now they were looking for a body or something that told them that he did.

"You will go through training again, starting tomorrow morning at four thirty sharp with Ruprecht. If you are late, he will give you the punishment he sees fit." He said as he walked out.

Ottavio said nothing as she teared up. She just wanted everything to go-she just wanted her annoying brother back. She curled up with a pillow, looking like the tiny girl she was. She sniffed, great, she was crying now. Stupid, such a stupid crybaby. She said nothing when Chikusa came in the room and sat down on the bed besides her. The others soon following him.