I bit the bottom of my lips.

I was on all fours now trying to stay out of sight from the second dangerous man in the world. Hey, Xanxus may be strong but Hibari is scarier in my book. I took deep and silent breath. Xanxus looked about 16 right now, so if my math is correct he's about to make he's move to take over Vongola. The manga never specified the exact date on when he was going to do that. He was 24 when he made his first appearance, for 8 years he has been encased in ice so...yeah, he's 16 years old right now.

I slowly, oh so slowly, backed away from the bus and away from dangerous teenager. But of course the world is just against me; the minute I took a step back I snapped a damn twig. I could feel the heat of his glare in an instant. The sound was like a damn echo, ringing through the silence; I heard his gun loading.

Shit.

"I know you're there you damn trash, show yourself." He growled.

I slowly rise up, my hands up in surrender. "I'm not an enemy! I swear, I'm just here on business...well, my chaperon is." I said coming out of the bush with a sheepish grin trying not to get killed.

Xanxus lowered his gun and clicked his tongue together. I jumped with joy (mentally) and sighed with relief.

"Who the hell are you?"

I flinched and took a deep breath. "My name is Diana Sorte, it's nice to meet you." I bowed respectfully to him.

"Another Sorte is here for business?"

"Yes, with the Nono," his eyes darkened at the mention of his title. "Um...aren't you Xanxus? The current leader of the Varia?"

"What of it?"

I shook my head and smiled. "Nothing, I think it's really neat to meet someone as great as you." It's best to act natural and be innocent.

"Hey, trash!" He snapped snapping my attention to him. "What the fuck were you doing behind that bush?"

"Ah, I was hiding." I cheerfully said.

Xanxus scowled, asking with his...firey...death glare.

"I kicked the CEDEF leader in the crouch and called him a douche and an ass." I bluntly replied.

Now Xanxus's eyes widen in shock, not expecting such an answer from someone so young. He barked out laughing, throwing his head back.

"Oh yeah? And why the hell did you do that, trash?"

"Mmm," I thoughtfully tapped my chin, trying to come up with a good and smart answer a child Sorte would come up with. "I didn't like the vibe coming out of him, it ticked me off for some reason."

"Vibe huh? Then what does my vibe say, brat?"

"...Don't mess with you or you'll fuck that person up." I said after a beat of silence.

Xanxus snorted. "Smart kid, so...you're the brat the damn old geezer's so excited about?" He's burning eyes bored into me. "Don't see what's so great about you."

I bristled at the comment and glared at him. That was the same comment he made. "Well excuse me! At least I'm not some spoiled brat with a bad tantrum!" Screw not getting killed, Xanxus is a dangerous man, but I can't die by his hand. I hate people like him, just because they have a title they think they can look down on people. "Yeah, I meant what I said, what are you going to do, kill me? That's all of your answer isn't it? Never wanting to take any responsiblities or face reality you cut off all ties. Yeah, some boss you're going to be." Each minute I talked the more pissed Xanxus looked, but like I said, I didn't care. "Oh, so you're mad, is that glare supposed to indimidate me? News flash for you, not everyone will be afraid of you!"

"You shitty piece of-"

"Diana!"

He's eyes flashed over to Zach, but he wasn't afraid, we can't be killed that easily. Zach merely smiled and walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. Xanxus glared at the both of us and I glared while Zach continued to smile.

"Is there something wrong? I hope Diana is causing any trouble."

I snorted and sighed. "Like I'm actually the trouble," I mumbled.

"My meeting with the Ninth is finished, we should get going now. It's been a pleasure meeting you, Xanxus-kun." And with a bow, he led me away from the glaring teenage boy. It was silent between us as the same butler led us out of the mansion. And the minute we got inside our car Zach turned to me and started to pull on my cheek. I yelped in pain by his action. "Idiot! What were you thinking angering Xanxus like that! You maybe consider an immortal by these people standard but we can't have you getting unneccisary injuries before your mission!"

I quickly pulled away from him, gingerly touching my sore cheek. "It's not my fault! He was pissing me off!" I snapped at him, glaring darkly out the window. There was a pause after that. I could tell Zach was staring, this was the first time I was ever truly mad. Annoyed, yes; frustrated, yes; irritated, yes; but mad, never. It stuck in me like glue. When I was alive my dad would constantly remind me to keep my anger in check. Anger can be your great ally in war, but can also be your worst enemy. That lesson was drilled into my head ever since I was little until the day I joined JROTC and soon the military. It was rare for anyone to see me mad. And during those rare moments...I sometimes lose myself to it. "He...that bastard reminded me of someone I hate the most in the world."

Zach didn't say anything he only started the engine and drove down the street. Another silence settled over us again the only sound was the soft engine of the car. I could feel the glances he gave me every once in a while. I paid him no mind, indulging in my own mind and ignoring everything around and hoping to get back to the Sorte Manor. It took me a while to realize that Zach took a different route, a route where it has nothing to do with going back to the Manor.

"W-where are we going?"

"I thought it would be nice to take a drive." He said with a shrug.

"But-"

"With a look like that the others will ask question and it seems like you don't want to answer any questions right now, especially with what you're feeling." Zach said, he eyes kept firmly on the road.

My features softened a bit. "Thanks Zach," I paused and thought for a moment. I watched the outside world turn into a blur. The people, the street, the buildings, everything was a blur. It was like life. People don't know how short their life is until the time of their think they have all the time in the world and don't worry about it, but that's basically being a human. Rather living in the future, they live in the present, they can't be worrying something about that when their life is at a peak.

"We're here."

Zach's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Huh?" I took a proper look in my surroundings. "...This is Byakuran's place, why are we here?"

He sighed. "The discussion with the Ninth was about your mission to go to Japan and Tsuna, you're going to leave in two weeks." Zach explained, his teal blue eyes staring at me. "I thought it would be best for you to spend as much time with Byakuran before you leave."

Meaning: Wrap things up the best you can.

"Yeah, I got it."

"Hey," I turned around. "...You're going to be okay."

I smiled softly. "Thanks."


"So, you're leaving in two weeks." Byakuran stated.

"Pretty much, it's going to be my first mission so they want to make sure that I'm focusing on my mission so I won't be able to talk to you for a long time on my mission until I get a all clear." I explained to him. I was lying on his bed and staring at him upside down.

"Why can't I contact you?" Byakuran asked with a frown.

"They think it would be best to not talk to anyone for a while from Italy, you know, just in case someone else from Italy will come and recognize me. The less people know about me, the better." I sighed, sitting up straight facing away from him.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Well, because I don't want you to think that I'm purposely avoiding you or anything."

Byakuran laughed. "I would already know you weren't doing that on that, you're too nice." He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge right next to me.

Now it was my turn to frown. "You're saying that being too nice is bad?"

"Yes, because you don't know when people will show their true fangs." He said, his hand reached up for my cheek.

"Not unless you really know them." I whispered.

"Thinking like that will get you killed." Byakuran smiled.

I stared into his violet eyes. "Does that mean you're going to kill me one day?" I asked leaning into his hand.

Byakuran's smile soften a bit. "Don't be silly, Dia, I would never do that."

It was really a shame that the creator never really went into debt with Byakuran's past. They had for Xanxus and Mukuro, but little for Byakuran. They never showed what he does in spare time...after the whole future thing. How he really acts, what his family is like, or what he feels about this world. They never know what Byakuran really feels.

"Don't do anything stupid when I'm away."

"Hm, no promises." He smiled closing his eyes.

I sighed. "That was what I was afraid of, but a girl can dream."

I hope that if the time do come for me to choose it wouldn't be too hard, but that thought was banished from my mind because I knew that this mission was not going to be easy at all, it was never meant to be easy. I start to wonder if there were other ark angels having some sort of dilemma of their own on their mission. I never wanted this.


"Hey, Monica?"

"Yeah?"

"What happens to the people who don't pass the trial?"

Monica, who was tending the small flowerbed, looked up at me with a shocked expression.

"Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, it just popped into my head." I was lying down on the bench, looking at only the clear blue sky. "What happens to them? Do they disappear?"

Monica sighed. "I wish," she said in a bitter whisper. "No, they don't disappear. They become...how to put this, corrupt."

"Corrupt?"

Monica nodded and stopped what she was doing. "Right now, we are nothing but souls. Our body is like a container for our soul, it protects us from harm, but now our bodies are somewhere underground rotting leaving us vulnerable." She slowly explained. "The only reason we aren't tainted by the mafia world is because of heaven. They protect us from the sins wrapping around this world while we do our job, but those who fail or stray from the path...they no longer get the protection from heaven; leaving them vulnerable to the sins. Them, the souls, become tainted becoming...less human."

"Like the Vindice."

"Something like the Vindice, but those guys are normal compared to a corrupt soul without a shell." Monica's hand gripped her pants. "While the Vindice look like some rotting corps, the souls, while looking human but when showing their true form...they look more like..." She trailed off looking at the sky. I patiently waited for her to continue. She was trying to find the right words to explain. "Yes, like a demon from hell."


I rolled out of the way and a bullet was embedded into the ground where I once stood. It was training day for me, and Zach was being extra intense with the lesson since I will be leaving soon. He wants me to be prepared.

"Hey Zach," I went behind a tree, grabbing the lowest branch and began to climb. "How do the Sortes fail on their mission?"

"What do you mean?" He asks, looking around the ground as he reloaded his gun.

"Well, you said that the Sorte's aren't human, so it's quite unbelievable to think like them to fail. After all we can't die until our due date." I jumped to another branch, narrowly missing a bullet. "It doesn't make any sense for the Sortes to fail on any mission."

"Well, we maybe...'immortal' as the humans would call it, but that doesn't mean we don't have limits. There are some Sortes who reached their limit and couldn't complete their mission and some...their emotions gets the better of them." Zach replied grimly. "There are some Sortes who got too close to their assignment, and once they witness something they don't like or know they won't like it, they try to stop it." His teal blue eyes scanned the branches.

Emotions. "Like love."

"Yes, if they lose a loved one or they don't want to, their emotions clouds their judgement and let it take over. That's why love is a dangerous thing for us, even if we know the consequences to our actions, we do it anyway." He reached for something in his pocket. "For us while we're on trial, emotions are dangerous for us. Emotions are our downfall." Zach leaned against the tree and slid down. I didn't come down from my spot in the branches. Training wasn't over, it's over when Zach says it's over. "That's why...I feel sorry for those who are going on as arch angels. They will have it harder then any other trial takers."

We sat there quietly, not saying anything or doing anything for a few minutes. Allowing us to think.

"So then, why don't we just stop them? Make a rule of no falling in love."

Zach snorted. "I wish it were that easy." He stared up into the sky and sighed. "We can't stop humans from falling love, that won't make them human."

"But..." I frowned. "We're not human."

"You're right, we're not," He sighed rubbing the back of his neck. "I wonder what that makes us."


Tsuna gasped for air, his lungs begging him to stop but he can't. If he does then his pursuers would catch up to him in mere seconds. He could hear the insults, their laughter, right behind him. It was the same thing for him everyday and he was getting tired of it. The insults her received from both his classmates and teachers, his own mother didn't know what was going on with his life and live on in her own fantasy. He just wanted everything to stop.

"Hey, No Good-Tsuna! Come back here!"

"Little twerp runs fast for a wimp!"

At that moment he tripped on thin air.

"Ha! Did you see that, No Good-Tsuna tripped on his own!"

"What a dork!"

Tsuna flinched when they finally caught up to him.

"Hey Tsuna, why are you running? Did you forget about your daily beating?" The leader of the bullies sneered down at him, cracking his knuckles.

Tsuna closed his eyes and braced for the familiar pain the he will never get used to. They started to kick him and punch him; the tears poured down from his face and that was fueling their beating. A burly looking boy raised his fist to hit the defenceless boy when someone grabbed his wrist.

"That's enough," a cold voice said. "I've seen enough of this."

Everyone, including Tsuna, looked up towards the voice. She looked a bit older then them, 10 or 11, he didn't know. She looked foreign with milk pale skin and brown hair, but what caught their attention was the teal blue eyes boring into them. She looked about ready to kill them and Tsuna swore that her eyes, that seemed to glowing, were growing darker each minute she stared at each boy her eyes landed on. Tsuna watched her tighten her grip on the other boy's wrist, making him flinch.

"T-that hurts!"

"Really? Because you have no problem beating this boy up." She said twisting his arm back making him scream in pain and tears falling from his eyes. Letting go of his wrist she quickly punched his face. "How pathetic, beating up someone smaller then them, is it really that fun?" She sneered at all of them. "Get lost, my eyes are sore from looking at all of you."

"You-"

"Ho, you want to fight?" A grin spread on her face and raised her arms. "I'm game."

They flinched at the grin. After a few more seconds of hesitation they ran. The girl rolled her eyes.

"Hmph, thought so." She turned to look at Tsuna who was still on the ground. She crouched down in front of him. "Hey, you okay?"

Tsuna gave a hasty nod, it hurts, but he can bare with it.

"W-why did you help me?" He quietly asked.

The girl blinked in surprise at his question. "Well, it was obvious that you needed help there. I don't like bullies." She said with a shrug. The girl frowned down at him. "You're bleeding."

Tsuna looked over himself, not at all surprised to find wounds on him. Tsuna blinked in surprise when she helped him up and led him to the park. She set him down on the bench and ran off somewhere. He watched her run somewhere. Tsuna zoned out. It felt nice for a change to have someone look at you without insulting you the minute they meet, but he wondered how long that was going to last. She would leave like all the others did once they found out who he was. Tsuna sighed. Was he born to be alone for the rest of his life?

"No one was born to be alone."

Her voice startled the boy and blinked owlishly at her. Did he said that aloud? He flinched when something cold dabbed against his cheeks.

"Um..."

"Hold still, I'm cleaning the wounds. Don't want them to be infected, right?"

"W-why are you so nice to me?" He blurted out.

"What?" She paused in what she was doing.

"Y-you heard w-what they were s-saying." He whispered softly. "I'm no good, I trip on thin air, and I'm bad with school. Kids don't want to hang out with me because they don't want to be a loser like me." Tears started to well up in his eyes.

The girl smiled softly at him before continuing in cleaning his wounds. "Well, you know how the saying goes, action speaks louder then words." Tsuna stared at her, clearly confused. "I saw you the other day, you climbed up a tree to put that baby bird back into its nest." Tsuna looked at her, shocked. He thought nobody was around. "Words do not define a person who they are, it is what they do that makes them into the person they become."

"Um..." He had no idea what she just said.

The girl giggled. "You'll understand when your older. I'm Sorte Diana, what's your name?"

"Oh, uh, T-tsuna! My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi, it's nice to meet you."

Diana ruffled his head. "It's nice to meet you too."


I sighed as the sun shined down onto the Earth. It was a nice and warm weather in the spring. It was going to be my first day of school, but I felt nothing. Elementary school is something I got it over with a long time ago, it wasn't really important. What was important was the fact I was going to see Tsuna. A week ago, I met him and got acquainted with him. This will be the day where I will go to his school. I took deep breaths and fixed myself in the mirror and double checked on how I looked. Hey, it may be an elementary school, but first impression matters.

"Miss, are you ready?"

The door opened and a young male walked in. He had jet black hair, light blue eyes, and dark skin. He was wearing a black bulter outfit, his outfit neat and sharp. Walking over to me he picked up a comb and started to brush my hair. I sighed.

"Cyrus, you don't have to do that."

Cyrus smiled down at me. "I enjoy doing this, Miss has beautiful hair."

"You really don't have to compliment me." I chuckled. "It's just a plain brown hair...everybody has it. It's nothing special. The real special ones are like Byakuran and Gokudera." I stood up from my seat in front of the mirror. Cyrus stopped and set the brush down.

"Do you wish me to drive you?"

I shook my head. "Nah, if the other adults sees a girl being drove by butler, their bound to kiss up to me, no thanks. I want to know who I'm really dealing with." I rubbed my hands together with anticipation.

Cyrus sighed. "The way you say it sounds like you are going to assassinate someone."

I let out a mock gasp. "Me? Assassinate someone? Never! How could you think of something like that?"

Ignoring my exclamation with ease he opened the door. "Than should I walk you to school, Miss?"

"Nah, I'm fine with walking by myself." Cyrus said nothing, making me sigh and roll my eyes. "But, if it makes you more comfortable, you can survalince, but no following."

He smiles. "Of course Miss."

I slung my bag over my shoulder, rolled my shoulders back, and took deep breaths. "Alright, let's get things rolling."


The beginning of class was boring, nothing special at all. The kids were typical, gossiping about her and how pretty she was. It was like when Gokudera first visited Namimori Middle and all the girls were fawning over him and the boys glaring at him. I was in the same situation except it was the boys fawning over me. I mentally pouted that Tsuna was in another room, curse the age difference. The teacher called on me a few times to embarrass me because he thought I was not paying attention (of course I wasn't, who would?). The answers were, of course, too easy for me and I answered them without a problem earning respect from the others... This is getting painful. I prayed that the days would end quickly.

Lunch was...lunch, nothing interesting except for annoying boys trying to get your attention. Idiots.

School was finally over. It took every ounce of restraints for me to stop myself from running out the door. I needed to find Tsuna. I packed my things and walked out the door, looking left and right down the corridor. That's when I came across them, the bullies, Tsuna's bullies. They were the same bullies from last time making me scowl. I silently approached them from behind as they were about to attack the cornered boy I slapped the leader of the bullies across the head.

"Who did tha-" He froze in shock when he saw my face and paled.

"I see you still haven't learned your lesson from last time." I coolly said.

"Y-you-!"

I glared a them. "Get lost."

"What?"

"I said," I stepped forward, my face cold and blank. "Get. Lost. Now."

The boys gulped in terror, sweating like pigs, and ran. I snorted and rolled my eyes, I would have to call Zach and thank him for the intimadating lessons he taught me. I turned my attention to the small brunette.

"Ah! You're-"

"Yup! Are you okay?" I kindly asked him, helping him up from the ground.

"I-I'm fine," Tsuna smiled shyly. "Thank you for saving me again."

I giggled. "You are welcome." I patted his head.

Whoa...his hair is so soft and fluffy! I mean really soft and fluffy, I never touched a hair like that before! That takes real skill to make your hair like that, I could seriously touch his hair all day long if I could. It took me a while to notice the other students watching us. What, do they not having anything else to do besides watch us?

"How does Dame-Tsuna know Diana-san?"

"What's his relations with her?"

My god! They sound like gossiping old ladies...they need to get out more often. I shook my head.

"Come on Tsuna, lets go."

"Eh? W-where are we going?" He asked looking bewildered.

"Anywhere but here."

After getting our shoes we went to the park. It was pretty quiet, which was strange since school was let out, not that I minded that. We sat on the swing sets and swung back and forth.

"Why are you so nice to me?" He softly asked.

"Hm?"

"If you start hanging out with me then you'll get bullied too," said Tsuna, shifting nervously on his swing.

"Do you prefer to be alone?" I quietly asked.

He shook his head. "No, but a lot of other kids did that to me." The kid said dejectedly.

I scoffed and crossed my arms. "Then Tsuna, their not called friends. Real friends will always stick with you till the end, they have your back and is always when step behind you to support you, and keep you safe. Friends are people you can always trust no matter what happens." Grinning, I ruffled his hair. "You have to promise me that you will find friends like that, okay?"

"But..." Why would anyone want to be friends with me? That was the face he had on. I was really starting to hate the people around him. Never giving him the chance to prove himself, even his own mother gave up hope on him.

"Tsuna," getting up from my seat, I kneeled down on one knee. I gathered his tiny hands into mine. "You will find good friends. No one was ment to be alone in this world, it's unheard of. Besides, I'm sure Tsuna will have many friends when you grow older!"

"Really?" He asked, a spark of hope glittering in his eyes.

"Really," I said and got up from my kneeling position, dusting my knee from any dirt. "So, Tsuna, how old are you?" I asked.

"Ah I-I'm ten!" He replied. "How old are you, Diana-san?"

I shook my head. "No need for 'san', just call me by my name. And I'm 11." I grinned. "I'm a year older than you kid."

"Ah, that means we are in different classes," said Tsuna, looking a bit dejected.

"Don't worry, kid, we can always see each other after school and before school." I reassured the little boy.

"Really?" He excitedly shouted, but quickly avereted his eyes, embarrassed. He wasn't use to talking to other people, not that it was surprising or anything. With the way they were treating him, no wonder he was socially awkward.

"Really," I smiled. "Wanna go play in the sandbox?"

"Yeah!"

A sandbox, I have not been in one of those in years. I kind of feel nostalgic. Being a kid, I used to play in the sandbox all day long with my monsters and dolls, then my brothers would come and mess up my playtime. I sighed, following the little one. It has been a while, a long while. I smiled as we began to play with the young brunette. I remember playing with one of my youngest brother, too young to play with the older boys (my two older brothers) so I played with him instead. He would at first pout for not being able to play with our brothers, but he stopped complaining and formed a bond.

We used to laugh and tackle each other to ground. We even played in the rain and caught the cold on the same day. We even had our own clubhouse that our two brothers were not allowed in. I wonder how he is, Richard, I wonder how he's taking it; how they are all taking it.

"Diana-san?" I blinked several times and turned my attention to the owner. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "Nothing, I was just...did you call me 'Diana-san'?"

"...No?"

"Goodness, you don't have to be so formal with me, just call me by my name."

"But," Tsuna shuffled, his eyes averted to the ground. "It's weird if I say it like that." He mumbles.

"Okay than, how about this," I said after a thoughtful pause. "You can call me nee-chan, how about that?"

"Nee-chan? Like Diana-nee chan?" He curiously asked.

I grinned at him and nodded. "Yup!" I popped the P. "From now on you, Sawada Tsunayoshi, are my little brother, and I am your older sister. How about that? Would you like that?"

"Un!" He then tackled me to the ground with a hug. I laughed and wrapped my arms around him, returning his hug. But the smile soon disappeared as I remembered my objectives, the reason why I was doing this; I sighed. There was no need for me to dwell on it right now, I had enough time, the decision was simple. It is Byakuran, this boy in my arms is the main character, not Byakuran, he needs to live and make Vongola a better place. I need to kill Byakuran...right?

I took a deep breath and pushed that thought aside. That was years away, no need for me to worry about it.


The mood was depressing.

News was sent out to the Brolines about the death of their daughter. The army managed to retrieve Diana's cold damp body from under the water. The war, in some twisted fate, ended a few minutes later after the death of Diana Broline as if to say her death was the reason that ended it all. Ryan's face was in a twisted frown as he thought bitterly to himself if the war had just ended before Diana's unfortunate death.

He looked around to find Jack and Maxine in front of the door with a blank expression on their faces. Maxine eyes were red from crying too much from the loss while Jack was trying his best to be strong with a blank expression. The couple accepted the condoulences they recieved. Ryan saw Diana's brothers all standing next to their parents in case something happened to them.

Freddrick, the eldest, stood tall and keeping a brave face. His usual dirty blond, shaggy hair was combed back neatly and wearing his US army uniform, Ryan never thought he would see Freddrick wear the uniform again, but it was a special occasion; the honor of his sister. His hazel eyes were hard and standing tall with his hands behind his back, nodding his head every once in a while.

Seth, the second eldest, stood next to his mother casting worried glances at her. He had the same hair as his brother, but he didn't bother to comb his hair as he too wore his uniform. Seth's hazel eyes lacked it's usual shine, the trickester and teaser seemed to replace it with a very solemn and serious man. It scared Ryan to see him like this.

Richard, the youngest son, was wearing his JROTC uniform. The spirited kid he used to see was gone and replaced with a very depressed teenage boy. Richard was going into the military, like the rest of his siblings and his father. But, instead of being inspired by his father or brothers, he was inspired by his sister. Richard and Diana, they were close, a special bond that nobody understood; like him.

Ryan stared at the deathly pale body of his best friend. Her once rosey pink cheeks looked pale ans ashy, she was wearing her uniform. She looked so peaceful, lying there. Was death really peaceful? Ryan sighed, rubbing his eyes. He was restless, he never got an ounce of sleep since the day he came back from the field. Everytime he closes his eyes, he saw her face, her face underwater and just...giving up. He hated himself for not being able to save here. He was there, he was right fucking there in front of his eyes and he couldn't do anything to save her from dying. His best friend was now dead, lying peacefully on the coffin, unmoving and cold. He felt cold himself, he felt the pain of lose, shame, but what he felt the most was regret.

During his friendship with Diana, throughout all the drama, heartbreaks, telling secrets to one another, happy, sad, and lonely times...through all of that, he never got the chance to tell her.

"I love you."

And he never will.


Hullo~! Guess who is not dead, me~! :D

Sorry for not updating for so long, college and pressure...my dad said that if I get at least one F then he said that he won't pay for my tution anymore. PRESSURE~! So now, I am waiting nervously for my grades to show up and wait for the worst. I have to kiss college goodbye. :'( And they still haven't updated what the hell?!

Speaking of What the Hells, guys! KHR manga ended! WHAT?! Just like that? Already? Or did I miss something. What?! That was like an...anti-climatic ending. What about the whole choosing your wife thing? What...you know what? I'm not going to think to hard about, if the creator intended to do that, then let him do it. I can't change anything.

Please, REVIEW~! X3

EDIT:
Thank you psychotic luv for pointing out my mistake, I never noticed it. I skimmed through it.