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Topic Started: Dec 30 2016, 03:23 PM (236 Views)
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"Take me to that one perfect night..."





In a secluded area of Lavender Forest far from the reach of any normal human being stood Tranquil Heart Sanatorium, a peaceful sanctuary where those mentally disturbed members of the society were afforded the silence and treatment needed to recover and finally become capable of living life to the fullest again. They boasted not only of their well-trained personnel and highly-equipped doctors, but also of their unique structure, allowing their patients to be in-tune with nature which would further aid in their healing process, and their supposedly 'humane' interaction with their subjects.

This has been Tsuna's home after she was forcibly plucked out of Clover Town when her sanity snapped upon realization of her partner's death. So far, everything Tsuna experienced was within the promises the asylum advertised. Doctors and attendants noted that the young woman under their care, who was entrusted to them by a Blue Pegasus guildsman, were having not only more but longer lucid moments. She was interacting more with other people, and was less stressed whenever memories of the recent events were brought up. Mood swings were not as apparent as before, along with her claim that she could not hear any voices inside her head anymore. It seemed that the medications and therapies designed for her were effective.

But the people in the asylum should not take all the credit to themselves. There was one person in the whole sanatorium who played a huge part in her improvement.

Meet Cordelia, a twenty-one year old resident of the said mental health institution whom Tsuna shared the room with. She was some sort of the heiress' opposite, but in the same time exuded a unique kind of beauty a plebeian would not appreciate. Standing three inches taller than the heiress, Cordelia's sun-kissed glow was somewhat a contrast of her shoulder-length pearl-colored locks. Her pair of bright emerald green eyes made the whole ensemble interesting. While Tsuna appeared to have a slender built, Cordelia was more of the athletic one, which spoke a lot about her preferred clothing --- anything "rugged" and "not girly". Moreover, if the redhead was used to heels, she was more comfortable with sneakers.

They were not only opposites in the physical aspect. While the redhead was dependent on others as exhibited of her reliance and attachment to the two deceased people whom she treasured, the other lady once believed she did not need anyone. For years she carried the weight of the whole world on her shoulders, declining every single offer made by people around her to carry it with her. Eventually, it became too much it crushed her. With her blurred perception, the once proud woman almost successfully led herself to an eternal slumber --- the reason why she was placed in Tranquil Heart.

Cordelia was admitted three months ahead of Tsuna. She got better, but was not yet released due to reasons she did not know. There were rumours she was already "overstaying", but it was not verified. None of the personnel of the sanatorium admitted it... or denied it. For the woman, it did not matter. Somehow, she was happy inside the facility.

Tsuna could not clearly remember how it all started, how it all happened, but she just found herself fond of the woman. Maybe it was because Cordelia ever-patiently listened to all of her random ramblings, or she was there ever so quickly whenever things got heavy, or because she would sneak in food whenever the staff would deprive Tsuna of snacks because of her misdemeanor. Maybe it was because Cordelia understood her, that while she comforted her the older lady would tell the younger one a view of things the latter failed to see. Or perhaps because of her special gift that allowed Tsuna to 'see' happier events.

Or maybe because Tsuna could make Cordelia laugh with her stupidity, or how she would not think twice of harming anyone who would oppose, hurt, or bully the sun-kissed girl even if it meant the redhead would undergo punishments for her. Perhaps it was because somehow Tsuna's existence in the sanatorium gave purpose to Cordelia's 'overstaying'.

It did not matter. They just clicked.

Friends.

No.

Sisters, who found each other in one of the most unlikely places on the face of Fiore.
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Cordelia and Tsuna have a favorite past time different from the typical things the other patients do. While others would indulge in physical plays such as sports, or board games, puzzles, writing, painting, chattering, or singing, the two loved quietly sitting in a corner, holding each other's hands tightly as they had their eyes closed. When everyone thought the two were meditating, which was good for their mental health, the reality was much more diverse than that --- the two called it 'dreaming'. It was dreaming, yes, but in a somewhat different light. Either of them would think of a scenario, and then Cordelia, using her magecraft, would share it with the two of them, making them 'experience' their make-believe 'scenarios' together. She could also share her own memories and thoughts with another person, letting them vividly see it; in the same manner, she could tap into another's thoughts and memories for her to view it. However, everything she was capable of doing only involved those which were pleasant and happy. Perhaps that was the reason why this became their hobby --- they were able to escape their present hell even for a few minutes.

And that was what they were doing at that moment.

Under the shade of a tree with plum-colored leaves, the verdant carpet of grass brushing against their legs, as the world revolved without a care to their silence, the two ladies allowed their imaginations to overlap with the present, making them exist in two different worlds at the same time. Their bodies were with the many patients of the sanatorium, but their minds were in a grand ball. Clad with the fanciest gowns they could ever imagine, or at least for the older woman as Tsuna was familiar with this kind of garment and type of party, they were the most-adored princesses of the night. The redhead giggled at how Cordelia exhibited uneasiness with the imaginary crystal heels on her feet, but it vanished when she tripped and, as cliché as it sounded, caught by a pair of strong masculine arms. Staring at her friend's supposed savior, Tsuna tilted her head upon seeing his visage was blank.

"Okay that's creepy," she noted as lights sparkled above her, and thereafter reflected by the marble flooring underneath her five-inch heels. "Why can't you imagine of how that guy should look like?"

"I'm not interested," Cordelia reasoned out, trying to balance herself while the faceless man did his best at being a gentleman despite the fact that the lady never paid attention to his gestures, "besides I'm not into looks."

"Uh huh, but you already decided on how his body would be like... now you're going to dance the whole night with a faceless guy," the redhead teased as soft melodies could be heard from the background.

"I don't mind, as long as you're enjoying it. This is your party, anyway." Even if she disliked this girly and fancy-themed dreaming, Cordelia allowed herself to be a part of it as it was their way of belatedly celebrating Tsuna's birthday. The occasion came without any of them knowing it, as during those times the celebrant was still in a turbulent state. It was only a few minutes ago when she remembered about it.
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After a series of frustrated groans, the emerald-eyed lady was able to stand on her three-and-a-half inches high stiletto, and amble without twisting her ankle or stepping on the hem of her flowy gown. She dismissed the faceless gentleman, who, because of the lack of facial features, could not exhibit any kind of disappointment upon being turned down and ignored by Cordelia. She turned to Tsuna, who moved around the hall with ease. The redhead with an updo embellished with a glistening tiara, weaved through the crowd with a bounce on her every step; the long skirt of her pastel pink gown made fluffy by a petticoat underneath swayed like a bell. Cordelia could not help but to shake her head, "I have no idea how you do it." To lessen her growing frustration because of this difficulty, when a servant passed by with a tray of cocktails, Cordelia immediately took one and chugged it. Quite refreshing, even if she was unsure how it tasted.

On the other hand, no one stopped the celebrant from what she was doing or where she was heading. Passing by the crowd, everyone smiled and gave gracious remarks and greetings at Tsuna, who replied only with a curt not without fully minding what were said. The table with towers of wrapped gifts did not catch her attention as well, as all of it was instead focused on the sound of a galloping horse from the outside. The heiress continued to walk, with the intention of diminishing the space between her and the huge door that led to the outdoors. Once a couple of paces were left, a familiar silhouette of a man made Tsuna etch a smile on her face. She stopped, and this time it was the newcomer who inched towards her direction. After a few steps, alas light unveiled the mystery shrouding the guy. He was donning a black formal ensemble, of course with his signature red tie, which gave a color contrast from his pale skintone. Raven-colored hair cascaded over his crimson pools devoid of any emotion or warmth, the ones only the heiress could appreciate. Not a smile was on his lips, the opposite of what Tsuna had at the exact moment as her chest pounded wildly.

Closer.

Now face to face, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Hers were over his shoulders. She gazed straight to his crimson pair; at the sight of the very eye contact one could easily tell how much the redhead yearned for him, and how glad they were back toge---

Cordelia hastily let go of Tsuna's hands, jerking them off hers. Breeze hit Tsuna's skin, her locks whipping her own visage which put off her concentration. When the teen opened her eyes and pulled her hair back, she was greeted not only by the plum-colored leaves of the trees and the yells of the other patients who were playing tag, but also the dismayed look Cordelia held.

They were back to reality, and it seemed that Cordelia intentionally did it.

"We talked about this before, Tsuna. Let go of Vento."

Even if the man was long dead, she met him in the redhead's memories. She heard how he was with her, what he was to her, and witnessed how his absence ruined every single bit of her. But, all the sessions with the professionals as well as the time the two girls spent together helped her slowly start not only regaining her sanity but moving on. With his appearance in their little hobby, Cordelia feared Tsuna would take five steps back when she was making progress in her healing. Reverting would not be good for her, or her children.

"I know you miss him, but no. We're not going to do this."

Murmurs started to erupt inside Tsuna's head as she glanced at Cordelia, the joy that was once brought by the fantasy quickly died and replaced by the annoyance at her own friend. Soon the annoyance melted; her gaze eventually turned into one that lacked any semblance of emotion as the voices were telling her to attack Cordelia as she was being a hindrance to her happiness, but Tsuna was still on top of all of them.

"Are you hearing voices again?" the older woman asked, because the look she gave her was too familiar in a bad sense.

"Yes," Tsuna replied. "They are telling me you're a hindrance to my happiness. But of course, that is not true, right?"

Cordelia nodded.

The redhead chewed the insides of her cheek while clutching her wrist with her hand, allowing her nails to sink to her skin. "I don't want to hurt you."

That was Cordelia's cue to call the attention of their nurse who was sitting on a plastic chair a few meters away from them.
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The walls of the oval office on the top floor of the building were of highly-tinted glass windows, the dark shade not only provided protection from light but for any outside force, should there be one considering the height of the building, not to see any observers who might be on the other side. On the center of the office was a lone laminated table of around 66" x 30" x 32", and on the leather executive chair, where on the backrest hung a black coat, sat a man past the prime of his life, shown by the many wrinkles and the dryness of his bisque-toned skin and the teeming of whites and light grays in the ocean of jet black on his head. White dres shirt rolled up on the sleeves, his hand flipped the pages of the marble-blue folder before him. His heavy-lidded eyes behind the thick-framed glasses perused every printed words, and afterwards furrowing his bushy brows to accentuate even more folds on his forehead.

The Administrator was reading on Cordelia Blue's files, and shook his head at a realization that her family seemed to already abandoned her. They were not paying dues anymore, did not even care to visit her or even answer the sanatorium representatives' calls. She was supposed to be out of the institution a month ago, but how could they even set her to the outside world by herself when dues were not paid? This was not the first time such a thing happened. There were a lot of patients over the years who were abandoned by their relatives and friends, thinking that the institution was established and was running on charity.

Whatever. It was not like this was an issue. Tranquil Heart Sanatorium had their ways.

A small box-like machine with many buttons was on the upper left portion of the desk, sitting quietly underneath the shade of an old-style golden night lamp. Upon hitting a button, the small dot of light appeared adjacent to it, and a woman could be heard speaking from the box.

"Find beneficiaries for Cordelia Blue," the Administrator ordered.

Yes, beneficiaries. Not benefectors, or providers, or philantrophists with heart as big as the world.

The woman on the line responded, that a certain colleague named Isaac had taken care of it prior the instruction. The Administrator could not help but to wear a half-smile.

"Good."

Tapping the button once more, the connection between the speaker and the one on the other line was cut. A knock on the door was immediately heard afterwards, before it swung open.

"Sir, representatives from the Kushinadas of Crocus want to speak to you," a lady who appeared to be the Administrator's trusted secretary entered the room and delivered the message. "I told them they needed to set an appointment first before you see them, but they were persistent."

"Hmm? You do know I don't talk to --- "

Before another word was spoken, three men in suit entered the room. The woman freaked out, noted that they were being rude and begged that they should go back at the receiving area. She pushed them out, but two of the men gripped her wrists and shoved the woman to a corner with ease. Another man entered the scene, but this time he was wearing something of contrast to the colors the other men wore.

"This is quite amusing, rich people acting too lowly," the Administrator jested, but none of his guests were affected by his words. "Very well, please take your seat and feel at home ---"

The Administrator signalled his secretary to relax and stop struggling as everything would be alright. The man in white garb looked at his companions, and with just a slight nod of his head they got the command that they could let go of the woman.
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The man clad in white crossed his legs upon sitting on another leather seat in front of the desk. He ran his hand on the lapel of his coat before having his free hand fish out a sealed envelope from the inner pocket, placing it gently on the table as he introduced himself: Sean Collins, claiming to be the right-hand man of the current head of the merchant family, Tsuna Kushinada. The letter was a proof that he was acting under the instruction of his boss.

The Administrator could not help but be confused, but none of it could be seen in his expression which remained as deadpan as it was from the first few seconds the guest took his seat. He inspected the envelope, one made of high-quality parchment sealed with wax bearing the insignia of the heiress: a stylized eye with distinct curls on the edges, three thin crescents serving as lashes, a faint four-leaf clover symbol over the iris. From one of the drawers on his side of the table, the Administrator took a silver letter opener and had it run through the envelope, breaking the wax seal.

He silently and carefully read the machine-printed text, glancing every now and then to the middle-aged square-jawed man with caramel brown hair that matched his eyes and complimented his seemingly-velvety cream skin. After roughly around three minutes, the Administrator nodded and showed interest at what the emissary had to say.

"We have heard that you are keeping a certain Tsuna Kushinada," Sean began, his crisp voice echoed the office. "We have been looking for her for a while now, as she is imposing a threat to my mistress' reign for purportedly claiming she is the real scioness."

The old man laughed loudly that it shook the every object made of glass inside the room. "Your mistress is threatened by the mere existence of an insane namesake?"

"Not for a long while, since she is under your care, and Tranquil Heart Sanatorium has a long-standing reputation of bringing back their patients to their best selves in no time with your tried and tested methodologies and outstanding professionals."

"--- that is flattering..." the Administrator interjected as he adjusted on his seat.

"My mistress is just taking precautions. She is not fond of having any kind of competition, the same way she dislikes threats."

"What do you want us to do?"

"Ms. Kushinada, the current head of the family, would like you to help her in securing her position."

By this time, the secretary entered the office once again, with her was a tray with two teacups and fancy porcelain containers for sugar, lemon and milk. She placed them, except the tray, on the table as the two men watched her every movement, holding their words so the woman would not have an idea what was the discussion. Afterwards, she scurried out back to her own desk at the reception area, the door closing behind her.

The aged head of the sanatorium had drops of lemon on his own teacup, swirling the liquid with a silver teaspoon. "In what manner, if I may ask?" the discussion continued.

Sean, on his part, had two sugar cubes on his tea, and made sure it was melted and mixed thoroughly. "It isn't much. Either the impostor forgets her claims or discredit her for eternity. Either way, we also want her eyeballs and the child inside her womb dead."

It was an odd series of requests. Normally, one would ask for a threat to be dead. How come Sean's mistress did not wish for it? Maybe she believed that a life of eternal suffering was a sweeter revenge than death?

The Administrator took a sip of his tea. "Eyeballs?"

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"My mistress is willing to reimburse the expenses your institution will accrue from this request, and in the same time, reward you for your cooperation. On that note, would Fifty Million Jewels be enough?" the younger one took a sip on his tea, his caramel brown eyes observed every action, no matter how subtle it was, from the older fellow. To a normal person, the offer was already high that it would be hard to say no to the request. But the Kushinadas were just on their lowest bid.

Upon mentioning of the amount, the glitter on the portly-bodied aged chief's eyes became discernible, but in the same time one could notice that the peculiarity of the aflluent merchant clan's request, while it piqued him, befuddled him as well. Seemed that he was used to having requests that involved more than this, hence he could not totally grasp the logic behind requiring eyeballs in exchange of a huge sum of money, other than suffering is the sweetest form of revenge.

"If it would not be too much, without agreeing or disagreeing to the request, but just out of curiousity, why would Ms. Kushinada want the impostor's eyeballs? And why would she not ask for the death of her impostor?" the older one boldly asked, fortifying Sean's assumption that he was used to these kinds of talks and deals. After indulging in his bitter-sweet hot beverage, the emissary gave off a lippy smile before answering the query. "I am afraid I cannot answer your questions, sir. Just deem it that my mistress has her own quirks."

This made the old man chuckle, "You make it sound that Ms. Kushinada has an eyeball collection. I'm just kidding, by the way."

Unbeknownst to the Administrator, even Sean had no idea why his mistress required for the said body part and for the lack of request for the demise of the target. He was just relaying the desires of his boss. One thing was for sure though: the eyeballs were important, at least for the person he worked for, since the head emphasized the need for it.

The wrinkly Administrator had his pudgy finger press on one of the many buttons of the box-like machine once again, and ordered that Tsuna Kushinada's filed be brought to his office. In less than a minute, the secretary who brought the cups of tea was back in the oval office, holding another marble blue folder. Once it was in the possession of the administrator, she was dismissed.

He opened the cover and glanced at the documents inside it, making sure that in his position, his guest would not get a glimpse of the words he was reading. The glistening in the Administrator's eyes vanished as he tried not to frown after realizing one thing.

"I'm afraid this is an impossible task," he told Sean, closing the folder and neatly placing it on the right side of the table. "The one you are calling an impostor was also under the watch of a guidsman from Blue Pegasus, and he is checking up on her every once in a while. I, and this institution, would not want to have any issue with that guild."

The representative slightly shook his head. "That's too bad. My boss would love to fund you should you heed her request. But, isn't it that even the word 'impossible' says 'I'm Possible'? Hence, I'm pretty sure you can find your way around, and not get on Blue Pegasus' bad side while serving my mistress." Truth was, Sean was anticipating the administrator's answer.

With a heavy heart, the Administrator replied, "I apologize if we cannot hee---"

"My mistress does not want 'no' as an answer. Would Fifty Million Jewels for Tranquil Heart Sanatorium, on top of another Fifty Million Jewels straight to your pocket, and around Ten Million Jewels for each and every personnel who would do Ms. Kushinada's request not convince you?"

The Administrator gulped.
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The night was still young --- in fact, it was just around 8:00 in the evening or so. Yet, it appeared that the wards in the sanatorium, after having dinner, exhibited signs of fatigue. Constant yawning and droopy eyes were something shared by the patients. Most of them drag their feet as they move, while the more vocal ones expressed their desire to sleep. Their nurses and attendants did not seem to be bothered by this shared behavior, as to some of them it was dismissed as something common. How many times in the past they were like that? Perhaps it was because of the medications or the exhausting activities they did throughout the day. Besides, their superiors told them not to worry for one too many times, that this phenomenon​ was normal, and if not it would be for the best interest of the patients to take this opportunity to rest. Hence, they just carried on, ushered their wards to their rooms, and tucked them to their beds.

And that was what they did. In no time the beds with pristine white sheets were empty no more. Bright lights in the corridors switched to something dim, and every single room became dark. The cacophonous chatter from socializing people and clanking of various items, both which once filled every corner of the facility, turned into silence. Everyone was asleep ---

Except Tsuna, who lay awake staring at the ceiling. Whatever affected the patients' biological clock failed to have its hold upon the vermilion-haired mage. On the bed next to hers was Cordelia, who was going in and out of dreamland. She would have fully given in had Tsuna stopped bugging her by poking her arm or shaking her whenever she was about to fall deeper into this sweet slumber.

The heiress' cerulean eyes glanced at her friend, and upon realizing she was sleeping, shook her body. Cordelia, in return, forced to open her eyes as she groaned in annoyance.

"I can't sleep," Tsuna complained, "how come you and everyone else fall asleep so easily? Wait for me to get sleepy before you head to dreamland!"

Cordelia lazily waved her hand in the air, "Zu jaz... cloz yer eyz... count sheep... somezing. Lez me be." She turned, the bed creaked as her back faced Tsuna, and pulled her blanket over her head. "Zu'll getch thur... jaz... wait..."

Tsuna rolled her eyes. It was easier said than done, since she felt she could still run around the facility five times. Then again, she could not blame Cordelia if she wanted her to let her be. A peaceful sleep like this has always been coveted by adults... especially if one would not dream of horrible past events and recurring nightmares.

"Fine," she sighed, " 'night, girl." To whom the message was intended to only replied with a grunt. Tsuna pulled her blanket over her head and shut her eyes, hoping for the best.




The young pregnant lady had no idea how many minutes --- or hours --- have passed. Still, sleep was something elusive that night. She already lost count of sheep, had even counted severed arms. Currently she was planning ... or daydreaming... what to do next should she be released, all of them aimed for her to fully move on and have a better life for and with her children. The three of them would be living somewhere peaceful, somewhere away from the messy life of being a mage, far from the eyes of any member of Neo Cortex, and hopefully away from Vento's father who could consider them as guinea pigs. She would give them everything they need, even if it meant she needed to cry blood before whoever was running her family's business. Once she was able to attain her wealth back, or work her ass off to earn enough Jewels, she would send her twins to St. Vincent's Academy, because perhaps that was where Vento would want them to study if he was alive.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a series of noises that were too close to her, though she opted not to pull her blanket down and check what it was in fear of being caught and punished the next day. Hey, snacks were important, and deprivation of a granola bar when everyone was indulging one was a pain to the chest. Though, the noises from outside her fortress of fabric was quite... disturbing. There were whispers, but she could not decipher the words, then a creaking sound followed by something being rolled away. "What could be it?"

When silence took over once more, Tsuna emerged out of the white linen to ask Cordelia if she heard it. "Corde --- Cordelia?!" Tsuna jumped out of her bed. The bed beside hers was gone. Her friend was gone.

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With light footsteps, the heiress dared to break one of the rules of the sanatorium: leave the quarters when it was already bedtime. Oh boy. If they manage to catch her, Tsuna believed she would be deprived of two snacks tomorrow, which was the lightest form of punishment for the offense. But who cares? A friend is more important than a bar of granola or ham sandwich. Someone took Tsuna's only friend in this whole asylum, and she would do anything to find her and bring her back.

"This feels like the day Vento went missing..." the heiress mused as she followed the faint creaking sound of something being wheeled somewhere. The sensation that welled in her chest which was brought about by this dilemma and how it was familiar to one of the most heartbreaking parts of her life was definitely not pleasant. There were flashbacks of her every struggle in a foreign country where she was left alone just to locate her... special person, and as the recollection along with her current situation began to slowly tear the thin sheet of sanity that has been newly regenerated not so long ago, the redhead bit the insides of her cheeks. Perhaps the taste of blood and the sudden surge of physical pain would help her be on top of things.

As she walked as carefully and as silent as she could, making sudden turns and going up and down several stairways and hallways she never been before, Tsuna found herself getting closer to the source of the sound. Just when it appeared she was just a few meters away, the noise disappeared.

"What? Why is it suddenly silent?" Tsuna asked herself as she halted her steps. She wished the silence meant anything but she was caught.
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