Desiderium (n.) – an ardent desire or longing; a feeling of loss or grief for something lost

Usually, when it rained, Tsuna would take a moment to bask in the weather by watching the droplets of water pitter-patter against the window. It was an oddly comforting sound that only became more enhanced if he drank some hot coffee or tea. However, he didn't have the time to enjoy either simple luxury.

A ball thumped lightly on the ground and rolled against Tsuna's feet. The young man tucked his white button-up shirt in his jeans before picking up the ball. His lips were curled into a small smile. "Lambo," he said, "I won't be able to stay long at home today."

A boy suddenly appeared by his bed, his gaunt face looking even more somber under the shadows. "I know, Tsuna-nii."

Tsuna tossed the ball his way, only for it to phase through Lambo's hand. His smile dropped. Lambo was a child spirit that lingered in the apartment building Tsuna lived in. He had haunted Tsuna's closet without realizing that he had already died before the authorities found his remains stuffed inside the walls. After they arrested Lambo's poor excuse of a father, the boy still lingered in Tsuna's home, refusing to pass over. It had already been two months since then.

The small ball rolled uselessly on his bed from Lambo's willpower before dropping onto the floor. Tsuna walked over to pick it up again. He forced a small smile and patted Lambo's messy black hair, suppressing a shiver from how unnaturally cold the boy felt. It was still strange to come into physical contact with spirits. They felt like smoke or a very thin sculpture. Still, Tsuna didn't think he'd ever get used to it. "I can leave the TV on for you, Lambo," he said, grabbing the remote from the couch. "Today's Friday, right? There should be a marathon of your favorite cartoon show starting now."

Lambo vanished and reappeared again on Tsuna's couch. "Really?"

Tsuna turned on the TV and shifted through the channels. Most of them were sports and the news.

"—uspect was arrested this morning at his house," a female news reporter said before the screen cut to some police hauling a struggling man out of his door. "Police have confirmed that the murder weapon from the crime scene belonged to Horigoshi Renjiro, who brutally killed his wife, Horigoshi Makoto, in order to obtain her life insurance."

Tsuna faltered. He remembered seeing the woman's ashen face, her arm dangling in a strange angle, and the blood that dripped from her stab wounds. Closing his eyes, he let out a shuddering breath. It wasn't Makoto's state that had him queasy; it was what she said the first time Tsuna saw her at the crime scene. "Please!" she said, looking around frantically amongst the paramedics and detectives, oblivious to her plight. "Anyone, is there anyone who can help me? Please! My boys! Where are my boys?"

Tsuna could see the dead ever since he could remember, but it had only been a few years since he used it to help others. Most people would say it was a gift; however, they wouldn't say the same if they couldn't distinguish the dead from the living. Tsuna wanted nothing to do with the spirits that lingered on earth, anchored by guilt, anger, or grief. That was, until Hibari Kyoya, an old classmate, dragged him to a crime scene and forced him to tell him what he saw, seeming to have remembered his strange ability back in middle school. Tsuna just never expected him to believe it.

"Did you help her, Tsuna-nii?"

The brunet jumped when Lambo spoke. He looked down at the boy who regarded him with an almost reverent look in his green eyes, reminding him of a certain detective at the police station. "Did you?" Lambo said.

Tsuna's lips twitched into a small smile. "Yeah. Yeah, I did." He switched the channel a couple of times before stopping at some kids show.

"He's going to jail, right?"

Tsuna nodded. "He will."

Lambo lowered his eyes. "Is the scary man going to do it?"

Tsuna crouched to meet Lambo's eyes. "Yes, Hibari-san is going to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else again."

"Like my papa?" Lambo whispered, hugging his knees to his chest.

Tsuna's breath slightly hitched. Ignoring the ache in his chest, Tsuna reached out to pat Lambo's head. "No one will hurt you again, Lambo," he said. "Not even your papa."

A moment of silence passed between them, the kids' show droning on in the background with comedic sound effects. Lambo smiled shyly at Tsuna. "Okay," he said. "You should go now, Tsuna-nii."

Nodding, Tsuna stood up and headed towards the door. "Be good, Lambo. I'll be home soon."

"Tsuna-nii!"

The man looked up from his sneakers. "Yes?"

Lambo leaned on the couch rest, his eyes shifting towards the window. "Be—Be careful, okay? It's not safe…"

Tsuna chuckled gently, grabbing his knapsack. "I'll be fine, Lambo. I'll see you tonight, okay?"

Lambo opened his mouth, as if to say something else, before closing it. He smiled brightly instead. "Okay! Come home soon, Tsuna-nii!"

Waving, Tsuna grabbed his umbrella and left his apartment, locking it behind him. He released a small breath he didn't know he was holding. His hand lingered on the door handle, the sound of pouring rain crashing down behind him. The air was humid and smelled earthy. Tsuna headed for the stairwell, his Converse squeaking a little in the empty corridors.

A shiver ran up his spine, and it wasn't from the cold. His stomach churned when he finally stepped out onto the wet sidewalk. Some cars drove by, the sound of their engines droning past him. Tsuna was about to open his umbrella when he noticed a familiar black car a few feet away. He pursed his lips but headed towards it anyways.

The window rolled down before he had a chance to knock. Hibari, the chief detective of Namimori Police Department's only homicide squad, glanced at him briefly from the corner of his eye and gestured to the back of the car.

"Good afternoon, Sawada-san," Kusakabe said from the driver's seat.

Tsuna frowned. "I could just take the bus, Kusakabe-san."

"Get in, herbivore," Hibari said, facing the front.

It should already be routine for Tsuna, having Hibari waiting outside his apartment to drive him to the station, but he wasn't impaired for God's sake. He found himself missing the bus. Sighing and with no choice, Tsuna slid into the backseat and fastened his seatbelt. The car smelled like tea and mint, but it didn't do anything to quell his nerves. He looked out the window, watching the rain slide down against the window. The shop lights were only a distortion of colors in the misty haze.

"Did you watch the news, Sawada-san?" Kusakabe said, his deep voice cutting through the nearly suffocating silence.

"Yes," Tsuna said, "I did."

Kuskabe slowed down the car at a red light. "Thank you again for your hard work. We wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

"Don't thank me." Tsuna watched the pedestrians walk around under a sea of umbrellas. A few ran for shelter across the street, entering a café. All these nameless people were a blur to him. It was strange how in one moment they'd be alive and in the next, one would appear before him asking for help. It was even stranger that he was helping them. "Thank Makoto-san. I'm just the messenger."

Kusakabe shook his head. "Without you, she wouldn't have been able to communicate to us. You brought her family some closure." When the light turned green, he started driving further down Third Street. "Speaking of which, they would like to speak to you. They're waiting at the station. If you don't mind, of course."

Tsuna continued watching the various buildings and stores pass by. He tapped his finger against the black armrest to a mindless rhythm. Mostly, the victim's families would want to speak to him; sometimes, when they didn't, Tsuna wasn't offended. He'd just stay with the victim's spirit until they finally entered the light. Although, it was heartbreaking when there was no one who wanted to or was there to talk to them. At least, he could remain with the spirit until the end.

"I don't mind," Tsuna said.

"Do you see them, herbivore?" Hibari said.

Tsuna furrowed his brows. "Again, that's not how it works, Hibari-san." He looked out the window. "Not everyone can be distinguished from the living. Not unless they reach out to me in some way. The answer is no."

"Of course, Sawada-san," Kusakabe said quickly. "Kyo-san didn't mean anything by that. He was just curious."

"I'll let him know if I see anything," Tsuna said, pursing his lips. "He doesn't need to ask."

He caught a glimpse of the news playing on the side of a tall, metropolitan building, showing a male anchor talk about the recent killing spree in Midori and Kokuyo. Eleven victims torn into ribbons, regardless of age or gender, most likely at the wrong place at the wrong time. The bizarre murders had been awfully frequent since a few months ago. There were no suspects or spirits that appeared to Tsuna though, which was strange because he'd think that they wouldn't have crossed over without getting justice for their deaths.

"Did you find anything on that?" Tsuna said, gesturing at the news.

Kusakabe sighed wearily. "No. There were no traces of fingerprints, DNA, or anything at each crime scene. Nothing on the surveillance cameras either. We were hoping that you might've seen something."

"No, I haven't." Tsuna looked down at his hands, which trembled a bit. "But I'll let you know if I do."

"Thank you, Sawada-san. We're counting on you."

No one spoke for the rest of the ride. Again, Tsuna wondered how this was his life. Closing his eyes, he thought of his mother's sweet lullabies and father's warm laughter. It had been a while since he saw them, but their wary looks were seared into his mind, so that kept him at a distance. He'd just have to bear it with what nice memories he had of them before everything had fallen apart.

"H—How can we ever thank you enough, Sawada-san?"

Tsuna waved his hands in front of him. "Oh no, Ishio-san. Please." He helped the old woman up from her knees and, with the help of her husband, led her to a bench nearby to let her sit. A copy machine whirred softly a few feet away. Twin toddlers in a stroller barely stirred from their sleep.

"She—She was all we had," Ishio said, dabbing her eyes with a tissue Tsuna handed to her.

Her husband, a man with a stocky frame, hugged his wife comfortingly. "Is she here, Sawada-san?"

Tsuna glanced at Makoto who stood by the bench, her eyes teary as she watched over her sons. The wounds she had were gone and her broken arm was back to normal again. She looked up at Tsuna with a watery smile. "Can you tell them I'm sorry for being a terrible daughter?" she said, sniffling. "That I should've listened to them…" She wiped her eyes. "If I hadn't married him, I would still be alive. What about my boys? How could I do this to them?"

"It's not your fault," Tsuna said softly. "Don't blame yourself."

Her father looked around the empty hallways. "She's here, isn't she? Where?"

Tsuna licked his lips, steeling himself. These moments weren't kind to his heart. "She said that she's sorry. She wanted to be a better daughter to the both of you."

"Oh, honey," the mother said, sobbing, "you were good, always good to us."

"We should've protected you," the father said, keeping his own tears at bay. "We should've acted sooner before that bastard did. We always thought he was too much of a coward to do this but…"

Makoto widened her eyes. "No! It's okay. Please, don't blame yourselves." She looked down at her bare feet. "No one's at fault here."

"She doesn't blame either of you," Tsuna said, making the parents look up. "No one would've known what happened."

"Still…" Makoto's mother clutched her tissue tighter.

"My boys," Makoto said. "Will they…take care of them for me? That's all I ask for."

"She wants to know if you'll take in her sons," Tsuna said. "That's all she wants."

"Of course!" her mother said. "We already built a nursery for them in our home! Tell her, please?"

Tsuna smiled gently. "She can hear you."

Makoto laughed under her breath as her hand hovered above her sons' heads. "I saw. It's wonderful."

"It's perfect," Tsuna told her parents. "She loves it."

Soon, Makoto turned around, her breath hitching. "It's beautiful," she said.

Tsuna forced on a smile for her parents. "It's time."

Her father looked up in shock. "Time? What do you mean?"

"She can rest in peace now." Tsuna shifted on his feet. "It's time for her to go."

"Oh, but—but there's so much more to say," Makoto's mother said. "Why…?"

"It's okay, Kaa-san," Makoto said, appearing in front of her parents, crouching. "Tou-san." She placed a hand over theirs, making them gasp. "It's okay now. Please tell them that I love them very much."

"Oh, Makoto-chan…" her mother said, clutching her husband's hand tighter.

Tsuna nodded. "Of course."

"What?" her father said. "What did she say?"

"She wants you to know that she loves you both," Tsuna said, looking down at the sleeping toddlers. "All of you."

"Oh, honey," her mother said, her shoulders shaking. "We love you, too."

Makoto re-appeared by Tsuna's side, her eyes gentle and less weary. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you so much."

Tsuna smiled back as she disappeared in a haze of white light. He stayed quiet as the parents sobbed quietly beside him. The sudden loss of Makoto's presence was as if a weight had been lifted from Tsuna's shoulders. Though he was never fond of his ability, it was worth it to hear the spirits' gratitude at the end and watch them cross over.

"She's gone now," he said.

"Thank you, Sawada-san," the father said, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks. "Truly, thank you."

Tsuna stayed with them until they had the strength to leave, pushing the toddlers' stroller through the doors of the police station, their backs facing him before they disappeared around the corner.

"Sawada-san," one of Hibari's detectives said, "Hibari-sama wishes for you to accompany him to another site."

Tsuna didn't respond right away. He closed his eyes, letting the sound of the rain and officers droning behind him soothe his nerves. "Okay," he finally said. "I'll go."

While Tsuna wasn't the most impressive person out there, he could stomach some gory scenes. With all the violently murdered spirits he'd been seeing lately, it was something he had to get used to. If his school peers saw him now, they'd probably get a good laugh.

The brunet ducked under the yellow police tape and stopped short in front of the white markers that indicated where the victim's body parts ended up. The stench of blood mingled with cigarette smoke and fish made Tsuna cover his nose. A few detectives were questioning some bystanders nearby. Some people from forensics were still on the scene, trying to salvage what they could. The rain just made it impossible. Either way, they wouldn't find anything. No one did. There were now 12 victims, no suspect, and no progress.

Tsuna shivered when he saw a glimpse of his reflection in the restaurant window. An ominous feeling churned in his stomach, which he hadn't experienced before at the other sites. The crime scenes left by the Butcher, an unoriginal name coined by the public, had no lingering spirits of the victims. "Sawada-san," Kusakabe said, waving him over, "thank you for coming."

Tsuna couldn't even smile in greeting. He kept his umbrella steady above him. Rain continued pouring down on the streets. A low hum resonated in his mind as he approached Kusakabe, where he stood over a spot further down in the alley. The dread in Tsuna's guts grew stronger with each step he took.

"I…" His voice faltered when he finally stood over a large puddle of blood. Something lingered here, something faint and dark.

Tsuna crouched down, mindful of the blood. There was something here. He didn't know what it was, but he could feel it in his bones. His fingers trembled as he dipped them in the crimson puddle. Suddenly, his vision shifted and his mind felt like it was sucked into a different space. Everything turned dark. Rain trickled down his face, but something else made Tsuna's breath catch in his throat. A large black mass towered over him, groaning inhumanely. Something glinted to his right but he didn't have the chance to react when it hurled right at him. Tsuna screamed.

"—wada-san!"

Tsuna panted hard, stumbling into Kusakabe's outstretched arms. His body felt too hot and his insides burned as if they were on fire. Hibari was by his side in an instant, his brows furrowed. "What did you see, herbivore?" he said.

"Kyo-san," Kusakabe said, unsure of whether to scold him or not.

Tsuna leaned onto Kusakabe for support while the man helped him stand. "Something bad," he said, clutching his chest.

His breath hitched when Hibari grabbed him by the collar. "What did you see, herbivore?"

Tsuna glared at him. "I don't know. I don't know what I saw, but I know it's not human."

Hibari narrowed his eyes. "Explain."

Tsuna swallowed a small lump in his throat. "I don't know how. All I know is that it isn't human. You wouldn't understand."

"You mean, like akuma?" Kusakabe said, frowning. "Do they exist?"

"I don't know."

Tsuna grunted when Hibari shoved him away. His whole body was soaked from the rain but he didn't pay it any mind, grabbing his strewn umbrella instead. Looking over his shoulder, he glared at Hibari. "I might not know what it is, but I know you won't be able to catch it, Hibari-san."

He left the crime scene before Hibari could process what he said, picking up his pace when he heard the incessant whispers of spirits around him. Walking past them, he gritted his teeth.

"Please, someone help me!"

"Where am I? Excuse me, ma'am, but—ah, I forgot…"

"My baby! I can't find my baby!"

"Nanami-chan, I'm right here! Look at me!"

Their voices blended in with other living pedestrians. Head pounding, Tsuna crossed the street without looking back. The fear that stemmed from his childhood suddenly creeped back into his thumping heart. He wanted them gone. He never asked for this. Why couldn't he just be normal?

"Dame-Tsuna's seeing ghosts again!"

"Wah! Look at me! I came back from the grave! Give me all your kids!"

"Hey, Dame-Tsuna, that desk moved again. You think it was a ghost?"

"What an idiot. Ghosts aren't real. Dame-Tsuna's just dame."

Screaming, Tsuna crouched and gripped his head. The rain continued bellowing around him, thundering against the streets. "Leave me alone! Just leave me alone!"

A broken sob escaped his lips before something inside him roared, primal and desperate. Tsuna gasped when he heard a weak groan coming from the next street over. He could barely see through the rain and his own tears, but the avenue he was on was empty aside from some parked cars. Stumbling to his feet, he jogged over to find the source of the noise. Was his mind playing tricks on him? No, someone was there. He didn't know why but it was like someone was calling for help.

He flinched when he felt the same ominous presence from the crime scene wash over him. The victim's scream from before echoed in the back of his head. Gulping, Tsuna took another tentative step forward and another. The alley was dark and wet. The faint cry of help rippled through him again. When he drew closer, he gasped when he saw someone leaning against the wall.

"A—Are you okay?" he said, dashing over.

It was a woman with dark blue hair and a scar on her right cheek. She looked too pale, with dark bags underneath her eyes, and her lips were almost blue. Tsuna held his umbrella over them both to check for any wounds. The woman wore clothes unsuitable for the cold weather: a brown tank top and some navy blue shorts. A long, tan robe was wrapped around her shoulders.

"Can you hear me, miss?" Tsuna said, placing a hand on her neck to check for a pulse.

He yelped when the woman suddenly grabbed his wrist. He tried pulling away but her grip somehow grew stronger with each minute. Even some color returned to her cheeks, oddly. Her lips moved but he couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Um, I can call the ambulance," he said, unsure if she could understand him, much less Japanese. "You shouldn't stay out here like this in the rain. You'll get sick. Is there someone I can call for you?"

"Sky…"

Tsuna blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"Found…closer…"

Tsuna furrowed his brows, trying to decipher the woman's words. At least, she spoke Japanese. "The sky? You found…" His breath hitched. Was this woman some kind of prisoner against her will or something? Had she escaped her captor?

He widened his eyes when the woman looked up, revealing fiery red orbs that seemed to be slowly returning to life. They glinted with an unreadable emotion before her grip tightened around his wrist, making Tsuna cry out in pain. "Miss, l—let go! That hurts!"

At that, the woman immediately loosened her grasp but didn't let go. Even though Tsuna's wrist ached, something inside him felt oddly calm, as if telling him that the woman wasn't any danger to him. Still, there was something uneasy about this. Shouldering his umbrella at a comfortable angle, he fished for his phone inside his pocket. There were a few missed calls from Kusakabe but he ignored them and dialed emergency services when the woman snatched his phone away.

"Hey!"

Tsuna gaped when the woman just crushed his phone with her bare hand, the broken pieces falling to the ground. He flinched when he met her lazy, almost predatory gaze. "No hospital," she said, her husky voice causing shivers to crawl up Tsuna's spine. "I'm not going anywhere."

Feeling more creeped out, Tsuna tried to stand but his wrist was kept prisoner by the woman's other hand. "If—If you don't need my help, let me go," he said, cursing at his stutter. "Please."

The woman narrowed her eyes, making Tsuna freeze in place. There was an almost animalistic gleam in her red eyes, which seemed to glow under the dim shadows. "No," she said. "Not again."

For a second, Tsuna wondered if he met this woman before or if she was a spirit. However, he was able to touch her and she didn't feel like a ghost. She was all flesh and bones like a human being, but there was something about her that wasn't human at all. Tsuna widened his eyes. What if she was…? No, that wasn't possible. It was ridiculous. He didn't know why but his guts told him that she wasn't the Butcher.

A low, guttural moan suddenly sounded from above them. Tsuna flinched. It sounded like the thing he saw in his vision. He didn't even have time to blink when he was suddenly slung over the woman's strong shoulder and they were several feet in the air. A scream escaped his lips as the woman leapt across building rooftops with ease.

"What are you doing?" he said. "Let me go!"

"Stop moving!" the woman said, her voice gaining more strength along with her grip around his waist.

Some black figure leapt high above them, making Tsuna yelp when long tendrils of scissor-like blades shot towards them. The woman clicked her tongue and immediately leapt to the side before they could pierce them. Tsuna grunted when the woman landed on another rooftop, her feet skidding across the wet ground. He tried to look behind him to see what was going on when the woman laid him gently on the floor.

A small series of clinks drew his attention to her left arm, which was now covered with a metal gauntlet. Tsuna blinked when the woman removed her cloak and draped it over him. It was thick, warm, and oddly, not wet. In fact, the woman didn't seem to be drenched either. She directly looked at him, her gaze unwavering and dark. "Don't run away," she said, the underlying threat clear as day under her soft tone.

Tsuna just widened his eyes, frozen, as the woman stood up and sprinted towards the black creature. It shrieked in rage, hurling its bladed wisps at her. She flipped over them with ease, almost superhuman, and slammed her knee across the creature's face. Tsuna shuddered when a ripple of power shook the building.

"Hungry…" the creature moaned, shifting into a larger black blob. Tsuna gaped as it grew taller. A long slit opened on its face, revealing sharp teeth oozing with purple liquid. "More… Need more…"

The woman aimed her gauntlet at the center. "You're not going to be feasting anymore."

"Soul…I want to eat that soul!"

Gunfire cracked through the air as the woman shot bullets at the creature. It howled in pain before shooting several arms in random directions. Leaping to an impossible height, the woman dashed along the thick tendrils, jumping and twisting to dodge more attacks, and slammed a glowing purple fist against the creature's head. It shrieked, making Tsuna wince, before slowly wilting into a heap. The long arms gradually disintegrated into ashes that blew away in the wind.

Tsuna could hear his heart hammering against his chest, his blood rushing in his ears. Everything seemed to come to a standstill. He quietly gasped when 12 balls of blue light rose from the simmering glob. The woman stepped towards them with her hand outstretched, the gauntlet gone. Tsuna stood up on shaky legs as she gathered the blue orbs and gently pushed them toward the gray skies. They vanished in a white haze as if they had crossed over…

"W—Who are you?" Tsuna said.

At his voice, the woman turned around immediately and headed towards him, making him tense. She looked a little worn out, which was strange since she seemed to pull off those moves earlier with ease. Looking at her closer, Tsuna realized that she was taller than him by a few centimeters. He wasn't that short; at least, he thought he wasn't. 170 centimeters was the average height for Japanese men, although Hibari and Kusakabe were both taller than that. Tsuna shook his head. This wasn't something he should be thinking about, even if his height was a sensitive issue for him.

"Are you okay?"

Tsuna inhaled sharply when the woman cupped his cheek, cradling it gently with a calloused hand. The act was so intimate, so warm, that it made his knees go weak. He mentally slapped himself. Why was he acting like this? He didn't even know the woman; hell, she just beat some terrifying, nameless creature to the ground a second ago. What was even going on?

"I…" His voice trailed off as something cool seeped into his body, like a hand reaching inside of him. Shifting, he pulled away from the woman's grasp but she grabbed onto his arm before he could step away. The same harsh gleam shone in her red eyes, which started glowing again. Oddly, she looked almost rejuvenated again. "You're not going anywhere," she said lowly.

Tsuna winced when her hand tightened around his arm, almost bruising. "I don't…even know you."

The woman's lips twitched into an almost prideful smirk. "You will, eventually."

"What…"

Something moved at the corner of his eye. The black blob, which was the size of a small dresser, wriggled a bit with a hiss. A weak tendril shook as it rose in the air. Tsuna widened his eyes. "Look out!"

He pushed the woman out of the way, who quickly hugged him close to her chest, shielding his head with her arms. She smelled like summer rain. Searing, hot pain spread from his side to his chest. He gasped, clutching his wound, while they rolled across the pavement. His veins felt like they were on fire, and something warm and sticky coated his hand. Whimpering, Tsuna unconsciously curled against the woman's body. An inhuman snarl made him flinch.

Before he knew it, a squeaky shriek sounded behind him and he was being cradled in the woman's arms. He could barely make out her face, his eyes fluttering as he struggled to stay conscious. She was saying something to him but he couldn't hear her over the rain and the pain that coursed through him.

"I'm glad…you're okay," he rasped out.

Soon, darkness creeped in his vision and he passed out in the stranger's arms, the image of her furious face imprinted in his mind.

A/N So, um, yeah. Here's a new story, ahahaha. :^D

A note: I don't plan on abandoning on any of my stories unless noted otherwise. It's just a little hard to keep myself focused on all of them at once. Mostly, I write each story when I'm in a particular mood and there are so many ideas I have that I wish to contribute to the fandom, hence my name. I feel really bad when not all of my stories are updated consistently but I can't help it. I hope you peeps understand. :^(

Anyways, I've been itching for some Dark!Arcobaleno/borderline evil for a while so I somehow made this and wrote it down. I hope you enjoy it…? *sweats*

Thank you for your support and everything, peeps, really. I don't think I would've stayed much longer without you all. :^)

I hope to see you again in the next chapter!

Have a lovely day~

Little Miss Bunny