I guess you can say that I never expected this to happen.

I just simply asked the baby whom I can ask to grant me my Christmas wish, and he said just write my wish on a paper and hang it on my window. I did so, and in a few days, little pieces of torn gift wrappers were scattered right in front of my door. It kept on appearing, until the day before Christmas eve.

None came, and so the next day, Christmas eve, I stayed in my room, waiting for the person that kept of leaving torn gift wrappers. At night, someone knocked. I ran to the door and saw something that made me drool.

It was Tsuna wearing nothing but was wrapped in a colorful gift wrapper and on his neck was my paper with my wish.

“I-I love you too…” he whispered.

That was all it took for me to grab him and lock the door then throw him on the bed. And then…I unwrapped him. My wish was…

“I wish Sawada Tsunayoshi loved Yamamoto Takeshi back.”

♪───O(≧∇≦)O────♪MERRY CHRISTMAS 2011 TO ALL!♪───O(≧∇≦)O────♪


Underneath the Christmas Tree

You see, Christmas means more to me than an average person.

For me, Christmas is a day for Reborn and Colonello to stop fighting for at least an hour, and just join the others in eating Christmas dinner on the glass table. For me, Christmas is the season for all of us to go shopping without breaking the store windows.

But that’s not my story for today.

For me, Christmas is the day when I kissed Tsunayoshi.

It was an accident…at least part of it. The others planned to actually bump into each other under a mistletoe and kiss. Then…bam! Intercourse! Sadly, that did not go well…as much as I wanted it to.

Damn skylark.

Actually, it seems that they planned the same thing for him, only somewhere else (the bedroom, why does he get the good ones?!). Instead, all three of us bumped into each other, fell down the stairs while fighting, then ended up in the underground base of our mansion. We fell right under a gigantic Christmas tree. The skylark and I were sprawled on Tsunayoshi, and we confessed together (skylark and I to Tsunayoshi; hate the skylark).

Then…intercourse underneath the Christmas tree.

Yes, weird, but very exciting. People may come in anytime and see us raping Tsunaysohi (not really, since he was willing). Although we were partially hidden by the long leave and shiny Christmas balls and lights.

It was, to say the least, the event that made me appreciate Christmas more. Since it is our anniversary. Rokudo Mukuro, Sawada Tsunayoshi, and Hibari Kyoya’s monthsary (the skylark and I still hate each other) and soon-to-be wedding anniversary.

If only weddings can be held underneath a Christmas tree…

♪───O(≧∇≦)O────♪ MERRY CHRISTMAS 2011 TO ALL!♪───O(≧∇≦)O────♪

25 Things My Mother Taught Me

–Taken from a http://www.fanfiction.net/author’s page–

1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
“If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.”

2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
“You better pray that will come out of the carpet.”

3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
“If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week!”

4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
“Because I said so, that’s why.”

5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
“If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you’re not going to the shops with me.”

6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
“Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you’re in an accident.”

7. My mother taught me IRONY.
“Keep crying and I’ll give you something to cry about.”

8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
“Shut your mouth and eat your supper.”

9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
“Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!”

10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
“You’ll sit there until all that spinach is gone.”

11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
“This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.”

12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
“If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times. Don’t exaggerate!”

13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
“I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.”

14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOUR MODIFICATION.
“Stop acting like your father!”

15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
“There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful parents like you do.”

16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
“Just wait until we get home.”

17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
“You are going to get it when you get home!”

18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
“If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they are going to stay that way.”

19. My mother taught me ESP.
“Put your sweater on – don’t you think I know when you are cold?”

20. My mother taught me HUMOUR.
“When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.”

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
“If you don’t eat your vegetables, you’ll never grow up.”

22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
“You’re just like your father.”

23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
“Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?”

24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
“When you get to be my age, you’ll understand.”

25. My mother taught me about JUSTICE
“One day you’ll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you.”

DoN’t trUst mE

Black dress with the tights underneath
I’ve got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth
And she’s an actress but she ain’t got no need
She’s got money from her parents in a trust fund back east

Mukuro was not someone to be trusted. Everyone else pretty much knew that.

Except Tsuna.

All those who see him always notice his face first–hell, who doesn’t? They go straight to the face, memorizing every structure, then the hair, the neck, and so on. So of course, they see his red eye.

Well, those who see this, what would you first do and think?

-Stare stupidly

‘What the hell is up with that eye?’

But for Tsuna, it was different. When he first saw him, he looked at him cutely and asked, “Why are doing this?” When he first saw him, he thought, ‘Is this…the one who did all those?’

So of course, he appeared different in Mukuro’s eyes. He appeared as a…kitten. He was meek and cute as one, fierce and dangerous as one.

T-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl’s teeth
You tell your boyfriend, if he says he’s got beef
That I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him

Mukuro then thought, why don’t I make him mine?

Heh. That’s easier said than done, pineapple.

He had to go through a hot-headed bomber, a deadly idiot, a stupid boxer, a careless assassin, and he even had to go through his beloved Chrome. When he asked why, the answer was…quite amusing, and yet, horrifying.

“I don’t want bossu to be an uke! I made a bet with Haru and Kyoko that he will be a seme! And  I placed my eye patches with pineapples on the line!” she clutched her trident tightly. “I’ll do anything to keep my eye patches safe!!”

‘Why did she make the bet then?’ Mukuro thought.

After battling all them, he then began to face the bosses. The tonfa bird, the over-protective daddy, the scar-face and even Vongola Nono and Reborn.

Well, their battles are for another story. All that matters in this story is that he won.

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ’cause the ho won’t trust me

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ’cause the ho won’t trust me

After all that pain, he then began to court Vongola Decimo. He took him out on dates, gave him cute stuff, and more of the like. The only thing that he did which was not included in the list of  “what to do when courting” was molesting him.

He touched him when he was asleep. He caressed some parts while eating. He sent him weird looks. He groped him in both private in public.

Meh. It’s not like Tsuna didn’t like it.

X’s on the back of your hands
Washed them in the bathroom to drink like the bands
And the set list, you stole off the stage
Has red and purple lipstick all over the page

One day, he went into his office to leave some reports, but instead, saw an interesting…sight.

It was a pile of reports stacked neatly on top of one another. It was already sorted and signed (he will never understand why paperwork was so important–only that he mostly causes them). But that wasn’t what shocked him. No it was…

The orange and indigo lipstick marks on the papers.

The orange lipstick mark was on top of the indigo lipstick mark. It was placed on all papers,on the same spots.

This, of course, sparked jealousy in him. Was his Tsuna with someone else? And they were role playing to be girls? That was just sick!

Although that is a good idea.


Anyway, he became jealous and left his paper on his table. He turned around, and went to search for his tuna.

Hahaha. If only he knew what that meant.

B-b-bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm
And the best is, no one knows who you are
Just another girl alone at the bar

He asks around, and finds out that he’s in a local, but private bar. He then disguises himself as an old man, and enters the bar. He looks around for his tuna, and finds him in front of the bartender, drinking. He approached him and said,”What’s wrong?”

Tsuna looked at him and he held back a gasp. Tsuna was wearing orange lipstick. It looked exactly like the marks on the papers. He answered, “Change back, Mukuro.”

He sighed. He knew that he would always see through him,but decided to try nonetheless. He changed back and sat beside him. He then decided to get straight to the point. “Whose lips were those on the papers?”

Tsuna looked at him and said, “Mine.”

Mukuro scoffed. “Like hell its yours.You hate make-up.”

Tsuna blinked owlishly. “Wait, you mean you don’t get it?”

This time, it was Mukuro’s turn to blink. “What do you mean?”

Tsuna laughed out loud at this. Did the almighty illusionist did not understand a simple message? He wiped the tears away and stopped laughing. He said, “You’ll understand soon.”

He stood up and went to the stage. He grabbed the mike and said, “Listen!” and began to sing.

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ’cause the ho won’t trust me

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ’cause the ho won’t trust me

Tsuna stopped singing for a while and said, “You get it yet?”

Mukuro shook his head. “Not even a bit.”

Tsuna held back a groan. Were illusionists this dense? He then began to sing again, and sway his hips.

Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips

Tsuna swayed his hips as if he was dancing tempting Mukuro. Mukuro swore he felt his clothes tighten at the sight. When Tsuna smirked seductively, and looked at him with lust, it took Mukuro a lot of self-control to stop himself from jumping there and jumping him.

I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips

Tsuna’s hips began to stop swaying , and he leaned in closer to Mukuro from the stage. Mukuro blushed, but smirked nonetheless. He turned away, but still kept his smirk. “Kufufu. How dare you tempt me, Vongola Decimo?”

Woah, woah, woah…

Tsuna stepped down from the stage, and leaned in closer once again to Mukuro, but this time, empahisizing his lips. Lips that had…

Orange Lipstick.

She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She’ll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),

Mukuro’s eyes widened. The orange lipstick that Tsuna wore is like the lipstick on his paperwork. It seems that even the indigo lipstick belongs to him. It was placed on every paper, on every spot, in the same order. Orange lisptick over indigo listick.

No way…

Don’t trust a ho,

Then that means…

Never trust a ho,


Won’t trust a ho,

Tsuna got something from his pocket, a lipstick, and placed it on his lower lip. He kept it and puckered his lips, and sent Mukuro a smirk. He tiptoed and kissed him squarely on the lips. He pulled away and showed him his lips. He then whispered…

“Won’t trust me…”

Never trust a quiet Mafia Boss. They always top in the end.



I heard a bang coming from his room. I have been hearing those bangs more than usual lately. I guess it all started when Reborn-kun became bigger. I can usually take it, but not today. I am so tired already and I need my sleep.

I stood up and fixed my hair. I straightened out my dress and went to Tsu-kun’s room. I was about to knock but then I noticed it was partially open. I bent down and looked thru.

I swear I became a teenager again when I saw it.

My son was on the wall, pajama shirt half open, and his mouth was being ravaged

Unholy Host

It supposed to be a joke.

A simple prank.

Now look at her. She’s suffering over her loss. The loss of her lover.

And I caused it.

I went to her and patted her head gently. She looked up at me with tears. She said, “Brother…”

I love her. I know its a sin–loving her and killing her lover. I know I am crazy. I know I should’ve never fell in love with her.

But I love her. What is done is done.

And I do not regret it.

She wept some more and said, “I curse not the killer, but Kami-sama. He should have stopped all this from happening!”

I smiled and I gave her a piece of holy host. I said, “Its holy. I know you despise it, but you need it. To replenish your soul.”

She growled and slapped it away. She said, “I dont need it. Only you.”

I smirked.

I thank you, Kami.

For making my sister hate you, and love me.


I flop down on the bed and sigh.

Today was tiring. My teacher got mad at me for something stupid. Too many requirements. My friends are slowly leaving me alone. My parents too.

My heart…feels cold.

I felt the cold air and shivered. I got the comforter and quickly curled myself up.

I was alone that whole night. It was cold, but my tears were warm.

I could just…curl up and shiver.

Karakuri Burst

I looked around my surroundings. The sky was a deep red, the blue sky that we all know was gone forever. The trees and flowers were practically burnt; black and brown, and seemingly hanging from a thread; dying. No one was around me.

No one alive.

In the middle of the restless city
Stopped by
This uncontrollable urge

I straightened out my white kimono and fixed my hair. My normal white hair was stained with droplets of red. My wooden slippers were in a pool of red, fresh blood. I licked my gun clean of blood and kept it back in my kimono. I spared a glance at the poor family that has just been massacred. I looked at them sorrowfully and turned away.

I’m sorry.

Underneath my clothing
I hide an insanity

I was only a few steps away from the run-down lab. I had to report soon to Dr. Mizuho about my progress. Also about my eye.

I have only one eye. My left eye was bandaged along with the scar on my face. My right eye is a deep red color; like blood. I used to have a pair of silver eyes, but that was when I was younger.

That was before I was taken and I was still innocent.

Just Stay?
The midnight hour
Release the red, red stain of greed

I opened the broken door with a kick and it promptly fell down. No one was inside the building. Everyone that used to work here were either killed or quit. There was a door in the middle, which was a dark brown. I went to it and opened it quietly.

There, standing in the middle of the room, was a man with dark blue hair and lavender eyes with a pair of blue-framed glasses. He was wearing a purple undershirt with a blue necktie and black pants with black shoes. Over that, was a lab coat with a name pin on it, but was very dirty.

He smirked at me and said, “Come here, Rosa.”

I suddenly felt numb and automatically replied, “Yes, Dr. Mizuho,” and walked towards him.

He smirked and gently caressed my face. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Good job, Rosa. You never cease to amaze me with your fine work of art.”

I automatically replied, “Thank you, Dr.”

He smirked and said, “Now then, I think you’ve done enough for one day.”

He leaned down and placed his lips on mine.

It was disgusting.

If I pull the trigger
The beautiful stained finger

I got up from the bed and looked around. It seems that he left me again. He’s probably looking for more scientists and forcing them to work for him. Or probably killing more innocent lives.

I hate him.

I got up from bed and got another kimono. I laid it out and took a bath. I came out from the cold bath and got my kimono. Today, I’ll use a black one. I wore it and tied up my hair into a bun. I placed a hairpin to keep it intact. It was a golden pin with a rose quartz on the top. It was my treasure. My life.

It was, after all, the only remaining reminder of my forever lost innocence.

Shattered, Shattered
Is it not enough? It’s not enough
The unseen impulse breakdown
Fragile, Fragile
How fragile humans are

I once again killed another innocent soul. Another person who didn’t have anything to do with this war between the Scientists and the Government. It was heart-breaking to see them fall down to the ground, dead.

But it felt so good.

After all, an abandoned human killing mechanism
“For what was I created?”
Tell me

I went back to the lab and went to my room. I was lucky enough not to see that bastard’s face when I came in. I opened a drawer and got a dusty old box. I sat on my bed and opened it gently.

There, in the box, was a dusty old picture frame. I blew the dust away and cleaned it. The picture was now clearly seen. It was a picture of a pair of twins, smiling side-by-side.

A pair of twins with white hair.


The “coincidence” that will never occur
All good and evil is separated by black and white
All has been decided from the beginning
Just as planned, the left hand triggers enforcement

I slowly walked towards the headquarters. I was dragging behind me a pair of tied-up scientists from Dr. Mizuho’s lab. It seems that they were whispering about something while I was dragging them. So, without them knowing, I began to listen.

“Doesn’t this guy look a lot like #00?”

“Yeah. Except that #00’s eye is red.”

“*sigh* That’s because she was experimented on, remember?”

My ears perked up at this. A person that looks like me? Could this be…

“But still, remember #00 talking to us about her life? Remember those stories?”

“Yeah. But–Wait.If I remember right…#00 said she had a twin. A twin brother.”

The scientists looked at each other and widened their eyes. I, too, widened my eyes. Could she really be…

I stopped walking and turned around. I looked at them, face to face, and asked, “Who is this #00? What’s her name?”

The other scientist blinked and said, “If I’m not mistaken…” he thought for a while. “It’s…Rosa. Rosa Nera.”

I held back a gasp. I untied them quickly and said, “Tell me more about her. I’ll let you go, you tell me more about her, and bring me to her.”

They nodded and began telling me what I wanted.

Just stay?
The midnight hour
The hunt for defeating all “evil”
No escape until the end of the world
We wont stop, not leaving a speck of dust behind

The two scientists, who were called Dr. Kazuki and Dr. Akihiko, told me a lot of important information.

First off, the girl, was called #00 because she was the first one to be experimented on, and first one that succeeded and perfected. She was taken at the age of 7. She used to have silver eyes, like mine. But now, the left side of her face was bandaged due to her left eye, which was gone, and her scar on her face. Her right eye is no longer silver, but red.

Second, before she was taken away, she was with no one but her twin. Her eye back then was already bleeding, and her twin’s right eye was bleeding as well. It seems that they were being persecuted because their parents were the ones that started the war. She was then forcibly taken away, and brought to her father’s lab building. Her twin was taken away also and brought to their mother’s government office.

Third and last fact of all, is that she was injected with something and became a humanoid. Her skin was practically like metal; strong and unbreakable. Her body movements and responses are also like a robot’s.

It didn’t even seem like she was part human.

I asked them, “Do you remember how the twin looks like?”

Dr. Kazuki said, “Well, she showed us a picture of her and him. They looked exactly alike. Actually, he looks like you.”

Dr. Akihiko nodded and said, “He’s right. You look a lot like her and her twin.”

I touched my black eye patch on my right eye. It has been a long time since I took it off. I took it off and showed it to them; they gasped.

My right eye was not silver. In fact, it was a dark red. I got it before I entered the army and before I became like this.

Before I lost my innocence.

Shatter, shatter
To eliminate it all
To end destructive behavior
Disappear, disappear
To make all evil disappear

Dr. Kazuki told me, “I think I know where she is right now.”

My ears perked up at this. I could use this chance and finally figure out that nagging feeling in my head.

Dr. Akihiko said, “Yeah, but you won’t like it. She does jobs for our former boss, Dr. Mizuho, and we don’t know what it is. All we knoe is that she always comes back covered in blood.”

“Take me there.” I said.

They nodded and we soon went on our way.

I frowned. For some reason, I felt really mad. How dare they do something so…unpure to a pure soul? It just wasn’t fair.

But then again, nothing in this world is fair.

After all, just fallen junk
“For what am I made use for?”
Tell me now

We then reached a certain district in town. It was the district where I used to live in. I looked around and suddenly, Dr. Kazuki spoke up. “There she is!” He pointed at the girl in the distance.

There, in the distance, was a girl with white hair in a bun, wooden slippers, and a black kimono. On her white hair were drops of blood. In her hand was a gun covered in blood. Also, around her and under her, were dead bodies. She was looking at the blood red sky.

It was as if the sky became red for her.

I went closer to her, and she turned around and looked at me.

We locked eyes for a moment.

Shatter, Shatter
Is it not enough? It’s not enough
The unseen impulse breakdown
Fragile, Fragile
How fragile humans are

I turned around and looked at the man who was wearing an army uniform. He had white hair like mine, and a single silver eye. We locked eyes for a moment, before I felt tears come out of my red eye. Soon enough, tears began to fall out of his as well.


After all, an abandoned human killing mechanism
“For what was I created?”
Tell me

It was him. It was my brother. It is him. It’s my brother that I spent 10 years in hell looking for. And now, I found him.

Except that he’s no longer the innocent boy I once knew.

He’s no longer the little boy that would come to me and say, “Let’s steal apples today!” He’s no longer the boy that would cry at getting hungry and having nothing to eat for a day.

He’s changed.

But I have too.

I clenched my gun tightly, and looked at him. He’s an army man. It’s my duty to kill him. My reason for living.

He’s joined the men I have been wanting to kill. He’s joined the men who separated us.

Shattered, Shattered
To eliminate it all
To end destructive behavior
Disappear, disappear
To make all evil disappear

I looked back at the girl. She was her. She is her. She’s my sister that I have forgotten about until now.

I grabbed my gun from my belt. I gritted my teeth. Do I have to do my duties here? My sister has joined my enemy, the scientists.

She’s no longer the same girl. I’m sure she knows that, and she knows I’m no longer the same as well. We all change over time.

Like right now.

I grabbed my gun and pointed it at her, and she did the same. We stayed like that for quite some time.

After all, just fallen junk
“For what am I made use of?”
Tell me now

She stared at me and spoke up quietly, “Ricardo…”

I said, “Rosanna…”

Tears came out of her eye as I whispered her name. “I miss you…I missed that voice…I miss the times where we’d steal fruits from the stores…”

I smiled softly. I replied with tears, “Me too, Rosa. I’ve missed you a lot. But…this is our duty…our fate.”

She cried some more and shouted, “Then let’s seal it together!”

She then unlocked the safety of her gun, as did I. We stared at each other, and we cried.

Suddenly, the world turned red, and all I could see was Rosanna’s face.


Sawada Tsunayoshi is dangerous.

Yes, the loving sky is dangerous. He has the appearance of a naive little bunny, that is oh-so innocent.

But then again, our mothers taught us to never judge a book by their covers, right?

That rule applies to him. Behind that innocent exterior is a killer. A murderer. He shoots people with a blank expression. As if he couldn’t care less.

But actually, that’s only a part of why he’s dangerous.

The truth is, he’s dangerous because of his personality. His body. His heart.

His heart is like him. His personality is like him. It’s as big and wide and accepting as the sky. Just like what his role as the boss and Sky guardian; “The sky that accepts and embraces all.” He accepts everyone as them without any hesitation.

His body is also like the sky. Heavenly and warm. He has brown fluffy hair, like the clouds. His eyes are innocent, yet they hold an unknown storm. His skin is perfect and untainted, and it’s warm like the sun. His figure is like a woman’s; curvy and delicious, it strikes one like lighting. His actions are sweet and cute, but changes drastically like the mist. Lastly, his words. His words are calm and encouraging, buy if provoked, its cold and sharp, like falling rain.

Heh. It seems like he himself is the epitome of all of his guardians and him.

He’s dangerous. He’s unpredictable.

He made me fall in love with him without knowing.

Not that I regret it. So, this entry, this journal, us dedicated to that dangerous man.

Now then, my new goal is to show him that I love him more than that bastard Reborn does.

–Colonello, November 9.


Kyoya sighed.

Today was Valentine’s Day, meaning it’s the day where people give chocolate to other people-as their sign of love.

He really couldn’t care less than he already does about this day.

He sighed again as he passed by some girls giving chocolate to their crushes. He would have to bite them to death later.

“Itai!” a girl said.

He looked down and saw that he bumped into someone.

Sawada Tsunayoshi.

He frowned. What was Vongola Decimo doing in the hallways? Shouldn’t he be in his classroom with his Storm and Rain guardians?

Tsuna moved backwards a bit, and bowed.

“Hie! Gomenasai, Hibari-san!” she said.

Before he could say anything, a red box was shoved into his chest, and he instinctively grabbed it.

“Ja!” she said as she ran away.

The hallways became quiet.

“Oh my…did Dame-Tsuna just…?”

“Heh. Who knew Dame-Tsuna liked Hibari-senpai?”

The moment they started gossiping, the prefect went back to his office, a very, very,very unnoticeable pink hue began to spread on his ears.

His crush likes him back.

After that very simple Valentine’s Day, the prefect and Tsuna started going out, and became a couple.

Although not everyone supported it.

Most of the guardians –namely Mukuro and Reborn- tried killing Kyoya, but they always failed.

Iemitsu cried for quite some time, but then accepted it-since he knows that if she is her mother’s daughter, she’s bound to stubborn as her, if not even more.

A few years later, they got married.

“Papa! Papa!” a pair of five year-old twins said.

The older twin was a girl, and had black hair with calculating brown eyes. The younger twin, however, was a boy with spiky brown hair and warm silver-blue eyes.

The twins ran up to their father, who was eating a box of chocolate. They climbed up on him and hugged him.

“Papa, can you tell us stories about Mama again?” the girl asked.

“Sure, Kyona, Tsukino.” he said.

As he told his stories to his children, he can’t help but think about the past.

‘I wonder…how would’ve she reacted when she hears her children asking about her life?’

“Isn’t that sweet? Everything started with chocolate!” Tsukino smiled.

“Yup! So is that why you always eat chocolate, Papa? To remember Mama?” Kyona asked.

Kyoya nodded and smiled warmly at his children.

“Yes. Everything did start with chocolate.” he looked up the sky and smiled again.

‘I love you, Tsunayoshi.’