I gave you flowers for a reason. You loved them, but you hated them.

I lay them quietly on your grave.

Let me tell you this.

Sneaking out of a hospital is not easy. At all.

It's like all the nurses have super vision and super hearing. I swear, I pressed my foot down to the ground, a nurse three meters away swung her head over in my direction.

It really doesn't help to when you're head feels like an overfilled balloon.

It's times like this that I'm happy that I'm flat chested. Walking into public in a hospital gown with a big rack would have been like, uh….

I don't know actually so I'll leave it at that. If I make it alive to the Future Arc, I'll be sure to ask my future self if I do ever grow anything.

Ugh.

I let out a short breath and another nurse with hyphened crazy hearing whipped her head over. It's like a censor went off in her head.

'Jail breaking patient detected. Target: Skinny, wimpy, and drunk looking girl. Aim in three, two, and one…'

"Hey! What are you doing!? Get back to your room!" She went straight after went, her hands at her hips in a super woman like position. I glanced at the nametag and giggled before stopping because it hurt.

Like a lot. Don't laugh when you get a concussion, you're head doesn't want to hear joy.

Nurse 'Joy' she was called. No Pokémon references intended.

Her hair was tightly curled, her lashes full of clumps, and she had wrinkles pretty much every one her but her face.

And then I was kicked back to stage one.

I do all of this for you heaven and this is what I get in return!?

Even so, when I managed to exit as casually as a pink haired girl wearing a hospital gown with a gun strapped to her side and carrying a school bag can get, I could feel the stares of people barreling down on me.

They were all just jealous, right?

Let's just stick with that.

It was evening already and I walked with confidence because I was sure I was not going to get hit on like all of those shoujo manga girls. I doubt the gangster guys were too interested in a girl like me. Would I even get married in the future?

If I did should I thank my future husband or drop him off with the Varia?

I mean, sure there okay people, it probably related to eth fact that I was highly traumatized by the in my childhood.

I had a Bel laughing in my face when I was EIGHT. HORRIFYING.

I actually think I've mention before how they are mental asylum people.

Regarding the point though, I walked down the street and assuming that the hospital was somewhere near where Gokudera was attacked, if he had been attacked already.

Wah. My head hurts from all this thinking.

Had he been attacked already?

Figuring that it was early afternoon when they visited and left, and if Gokudera had been attack on the same day, he should be in the hospital?

Wait, I just realized that I'm really stupid. And some of you guys might be going 'FINALLY!' but really.

I screwed up my timing. Now I'm just a weirdo who is just standing there like an idiot.

Not to mention what on earth is going to happen once the idea of 'MAFIA BOSS'S DAUGHTER GOES MISSING!' gets around.

So assuming that the attacks we heard of were the beginning and then Hibari went to go beat up Mukuro, but Tsuna doesn't go after him and find him until a few days later.

Yay. I get to procrastinate for a few days.

You know, the streets just got a lot creepier…

Must be my head messing with me.

And then I heard more footsteps, with the slight whoosh of yo-yo's going through the air.

I can't really say how pissed I was right then.

Steadying myself from falling over, I peeked over the corner and put on the most innocent pure face I had. Then I saw glasses character-kun, what was his name again?

He immediately heard me and whirled over to stare me down. I kept my hand firmly placed on my gun and hoped I wouldn't shoot anything while the world was spinning around me.

"Who are you?" His voice was cold and calculating, just like the anime. He raised his yo-yo's up in defense as I stepped out hesitantly.

"Um… I-I'm, uh… Gunther!" Perhaps I was delirious from the bang on my head, or thinking the memory of my favorite cousin Gunther, but I had no idea what I was blabbing right then.

He paused for a moment to stumble over the odd pronunciation of it before narrowing his eyes and looking at me carefully.

"You look awfully familiar…"

I froze, please please please, don't let him recognize me. The last time I got my mug shot token was when I was bonier, and a tad uglier. No, you will not recognize me.

"Mafia…."

Crap.

I smiled tightly and gave the best confused glace I could muster. "Oh, mafia exists? Like cops and robbers?" I threw a jolly laugh at the end and I was aware that I was ripping Yamamoto off.

Sorry, but it was needed.

I turned to flaunt away before I heard the whistle of air and the burning pain in my left leg.

Ah, so he was just playing along…

Gasping at the blood oozing out, I fire clumsily and blasted a hole into a nearby park bench. I squinted to concentrate my eyes, but my head throbbed over and over.

I shot again and heard no painful grunt so I will just assume I missed. A volley of needles went sail right towards me and I ducked not so coolly while firing in that direction.

A small yelp was heard and I prayed that I shot at somewhere that would keep him from chasing me. My head spun form the puddle of blood on the ground and I limped slash ran back to the welcoming arms of the hospitable.

Another three needles made themselves home in my shoulder as I crunched my teeth together in pain and pushed myself to run faster, run faster.

I bag bumped painfully on my leg, warm sticky blood fell off of my leg, leaving a clear trail for him to follow. I felt like my legs might just fall off until I burst into the lobby and rolled underneath the receptionist's desk. She looked at me like I was crazy (Granted, I probably was) and began to speak before I shushed her.

She was around my age, pity she had to go through this trauma.

She took a look at my wounds and her face visibly paled before snapping her mouth shut and turned to greet the next person arriving.

I wiped at the blood with my gown and held my breath in hope that the receptionist would not say anything.

"Can I help you sir?" Yes, it was him. And he knew that I was in here, the trail I had left behind stopped at the door before it blended in with the carpet.

I felt the urge to sneeze before staring in horror at the sunflowers perched prettily on the top of her desk.

You have got to be kidding me. OMG.

The guy, really what was his name, remained silent as he looked side to side and walked forward. Me trying to stifle my sneezes sounded like a choking duck (but quieter) and I looked pretty stupid with that expression on my face too.

The world spun around me and I looked tiredly at the small puddle of blood that was under my leg.

Wow, I bleed fast.

Black spots danced in front of my eyelids and I tried to pinch myself to keep from falling unconscious again. What had Bianchi said to do in times like this? No magical power was going to dawn on me.

I held my gun steady and slid it at the crack under the door, ready at any moment to pull the trigger. The receptionist look down casually like she was looking at her, lunch box, or a sack of potatoes before clearing her throat.

"Please before I call the cops, leave if you have no business here." Her voice was totally crisp and receptonist-ish I guess? She raised the phone in a threat though I'm sure glasses-kun would have no problem dealing with them.

Someone just tell me his name…

He let out an 'hmmf' before turning and starting to walk away. Should I shoot him, should I?

"Duck!" I yanked the poor receptionist down, topping her off her chair and onto the ground as I fired again at him, hoping to make a clean shot. Thank the world for the miracle called a wooden desk, or I would've gotten a mouth full of needle.

I think I grazed his leg because he staggered away in what I hope was a retreat and I then passed out.

Again. This has got to be a record; I'm not really one to be dramatic.

You know when you pass out you really have no idea what the hell is going on around you?

Mental note to self: Do something to Gokudera's lunch later.

And I woke up again, this time not just my head throbbing, but my leg and shoulder stinging in pain. "Ouch…" I muttered under my breath, along with a few curses I don't deem appropriate for your ears.

"Kiyomi! Don't use such language!" And here comes my mom. Gasping in pain, I asked her weakly to get off of me. She smiled and then released her grip before patting me on the shoulder.

Thanks mom, so considerate.

While I writhed in pain again, my mom turned the laptop over to me and then I saw the flickering screen of my dad.

"Hi Dad…" Well, I'm done for. It was nice knowing you guys.

He ran a hand through his hair and blew a kiss to my mother. She accepted it like some giggling girl and I had to control my gags inside.

Really, parents who were hopelessly in love were so embarrassing, mafia or not.

I waited for them to finish gushing over each other and my dad cleared his throat to look at me.

"So Mi, mind telling me why you're in a hospital?" I pouted at the sound of the stupid nickname before trying to cross my arms.

Never mind that hurt.

"I, uh…." What was I supposed to say? Sorry Dad, I just got whacked in the head with something, drugged, stripped of my dignity, and had needles imbedded in my legs and arms. No problem.

I WANT TO STAY IN JAPAN OKAY?

"Sorry, I fell off the playground." I mustered the best smile I could and my mom shot me a weird look. Probably not the greatest lie in the world.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at me and opened his mouth before my mom stepped forward and blocked me from the screen.

"Oh don't you worry sweetie! She was uh, babysitting for kids and she fell off! She'll be fine okay?" Huh, I guess I should learn the art of lying off of my mom. Can't say Ryohei really had the best excuses.

My dad opened his mouth to speak again before my mom cut him off, bid him good bye and good luck before slamming the computer shut and ending the chat.

I gaped like some lightning struck idiot and stared in shock that the flickering light of the laptop.

I always had this view that my mom never kept anything from my dad. Did I ruin it all?

I cringed, closed my eyes and felt warm tears streak down my face.

"Mi, it's okay. You're happy here right? That's all I want."

They meant something, but the blunt shock on my dad's face when she flipped him off was what hurt. My dad was a cautious guy. He could seriously get the wrong idea.

I sneezed between my tears and bit back a smile at the flower sitting by the open window.

Dammit.

This was such a weird feeling.

Why are you so cold? It's like hugging a corpse. Hey, you're still here right? Speak.

A/N: OKAY. I LIKE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING. But this was a fillerish chapter before Kiyomi attempts to break out of the hospital again and goes to save the day! Haha, yeah right. Maybe I'll develop on her mom and dad's relationship because it's a little different from what you've heard…

I PUT UP A POLL! GO VOTE FOR YOUR PAIRING THERE. GO GO GO GO GO! I LUV YOU ALL. OMG. 3