『 Dying of Asphyxiation was seriously not my goal in life. 』
Neither was meeting a Governor of the Afterlife and getting sent to another world for a second chance at life.
Drew was assaulted by a group of men for reasons she didn't understand. Drown...
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122. Reform
"Everyone's already gone back to school? Even Hibari-senpai?" I gawked exaggeratedly, food spilling from my mouth and I hurried to close it before I lost it.
Takeshi nodded, "well, he was supposed to stay until this week, because of his operation. He said he was fine and left two days after the transplant."
"But I'm supposed to be the suicidal one!" I cried.
Gokudera chopped me on the head, "not any more, young man!" he snapped, raising a threatening fist.
I held my bruised head and sobbed comically. "That's no fair, I'm stuck here for rehab," I whined, "I hope Hibari gets tissue rejection for skipping his observation period."
"That's morbid," Dera strayed back in repulse.
Tsuna chuckled dryly, "but Hibari-san sleeps here at night, so I guess it doesn't matter much?" he suggested, "he just wanted to go back to the school as soon as he could."
I sighed. All of the Vongola Famiglia have moved out from the hospital nearly a week ago, and after a short resting period in their homes they began heading to school daily. Life was moving on as if the Arcobaleno battle had not occurred at all.
"Enma-kun and the others in the Shimon Family went back to Italy along with Dino-san," Tsuna brought up, remembering his redhead comrade. "They're planning advances on making the Shimon Famiglia a base to expand and be recognized. Grandpa's helping them too."
I perked up, inevitably interested. This was all information that did not exist in the anime and the manga. This was a beyond I could not know about nor predict.
It was, finally, something unexpected to me.
"Enma wanted to say something to you, probably," Takeshi laughed, "he spent three days hovering in front of your room and never went in!"
I flinched, "y'mean he gave up and then he went?" I gaped, "was Ithat hard to talk to?"
Everyone unanimously nodded.
I buried my face into my palms, despaired.
"Pretty much everyone's fully recovered, right?" I voiced my concerns, my hands shrinking toward my chest-- "I'd already be out too, if I could walk."
"Well," Takeshi slouched back, "only Byakuran and Mukuro are still in the hospital. Oh, and Squalo, too!"
Resisting a flinch at the name, I shrugged, "Byakuran and Mukuro? Ain't they the bosses of their society? Is it alright to leave their gang unsupervised?"
Takeshi laughed, "maybe!"
"Byakuran got his surgery just a few days ago, so he says he'll take his time before going back," Tsuna recalled, "because the store downstairs sells him marshmallows," he snickered.
