Blood.
So much blood.
Blood splattered across her face and the body of the boy in front of her.
she grappled at his body to pull him off the train tracks she found him on.
His legs were gone.
He was losing blood fast
She cried for help with no avail.
Bloody trail.
Her hands were covered in blood, the sickening iron smell assailed her nostrils.
She did what she could to stop the bleeding. Blood painted the two of them. The gross horrific red blanketed them. She kept crying for help as she held her friend to her chest.
A pair of Shadows stood over her.

"Need some help?"

-

(Y/n) jerked awake on her desk after she felt someone shaking her shoulder.
It was Jyugo again, "Hey. Had a nightmare?"
The cold female nodded and sat up, she pointed to Jyugo.
"Oh, I'm here with Rock who is here for his appointment.," the black haired male said, "Come in Rock."
The tall inmate walked in and sat on the couch, "Good Morning Yukino."
(Y/n) did not mind that they used her last name to speak to her, Hajime did tell them that was her name after all. She gave Rock a wave and shooed Jyugo to give the two privacy, she closed the door afterwards.

"You do know he is just going to come back right?," the violet and red haired male asked.
(Y/n) dipped her head and sighed. He was right, Jyugo could just walk right in whenever he wanted to. She walked back to her desk and motioned for him to start talking.
"What do you want me to talk about?," the muscular inmate asked.
(Y/n) pulled some cards with writing on them out of her desk and selected one, 'I would like to hear more about you and your past.'
"There is nothing much to talk about, Yukino.," Rock said, "That is the past."
She looked through the cards again and found a few to put together, 'Okay. Is there something currently bothering you?'

"Not me really. But the chef's apprentice, Shiro, says that he wants some new kitchen equipment and seems a little bummed about that.," Rock spoke and (y/n) felt a little pang when she heard the name, "There is so much he wants to learn and give back to this prison with."
Hearing rock speak happily about the apprentice chef made (y/n) smile under her mask.
She began to shake her shoulders with her light giggling that was muffled under her mask.
"Yukino, are you okay?," Rock asked with concerned golden eyes.
The female nodded and got out a clean card to write on, she held it up to rock for him to read.
'Hearing all of you happy makes me feel happy.'
Rock smiled at that, "You should come hang out with us in your free time. It will be fun!"
(Y/n) shrugged and motioned to the papers and files on her desk.
"Are you saying that you are a workaholic like Hajime?," Rock asked and got a swift head shake as an answer.

"Then come hang out with us!," the purple haired man said, "We have been wanting to talk to you outside of our appointments with you."
The female nodded and picked up another card, 'Perhaps later. I have a few more people to meet with.'
"Sure. We can all eat dinner together.," the golden eyed convict said with a grin, "You'll love Shiro's cooking!"
There was that name again. (Y/n) lowered her head when she heard it.
Rock noticed her drooping head and shoulders, "Is something wrong?"
The female shook her head.
"I know it is my time to talk to you about problems and all but..," Rock said, "Do you need to have someone listen to your problems?"
(Y/n) pushed a card forward for him to see, 'I don't know.'
"I think you should.," the American said with a smile, "You should talk to someone."

The timer on the female's desk dinged, time was up for his appointment.
"I'll come back for the next appointment.," the American hooligan said and left with the Japanese male that was sitting outside.
She waved as the two walked away and stopped when they were out of sight.
'Why does Shiro's name give me a warm nostalgia followed by a cold sense of sadness and loss?,' the female thought to herself and got the schedule pad to check her next patient.
Apparently she had to travel to another building to meet with a patient.
'Time to go.,' she thought to herself and walked out of the office.

Jyugo and Rock walked back to their cell.
"It is always nice to talk to Yukino.," the muscular American said.
Jyugo smiled, "it sure is, he always listens to what we have to say before takin us back to our cell."
"I've never actually heard him talk though.," Rock said and walked into the cell labeled '13', "Come to think of it, I never even have seen his face."
"What are you guys talking about?," Uno asked as he looked up from his magazine.
Nico looked behind him away from the television he was watching, "are you talking about Yukino-san?"
"Yeah. He seemed a little down today during our session.," Rock explained to his cellmates, "I was wondering if there was something wrong."

"He is always so nice during our visits, even though he never speaks and just uses cards he pre-made to speak to us.," Uno said and set his magazine down, "I wonder what happened."
"He let me lay on his lap when I felt dizzy one time, and he listened to me talk about everything.," Nico said enthusiastically, "Even letting me talk about what happened to me before I met all of you at my own pace if I felt comfortable with it."
"He let you lay your head on his lap?," the purple and red haired inmate asked his cellmate. Nico nodded happily, "It was surprisingly comfortable and he patted my head!"
"It actually heard his voice yesterday.," Jyugo finally said and the other cellmates turned to him, "It was surprisingly girl like."

"It could have been a symptom from Nico bumping into him when we were escaping.," Uno said and laughed, "I remember when we got that one Jyugo."
Jyugo groaned, "That was awful."
"You two sounded ridiculous.," Rock laughed.
The four began to laugh before going quiet again, "Should we talk to him or should we tell Hajime about it?"
The brit stood up, "Rock. What did you say when you saw him look down?"
"I was talking about Shiro.," the American replied.
"Meaning, That Shiro might be the cause of it.," the long haired British male said and did a smile, "We should Probably have him go meet shiro."
"He might come join us for dinner later, I did invite him.", Rock said with a grin.

(Y/n) came back to building thirteen exhausted. The patient she had was quite rowdy and needed to be handled by his guard to settle down. It wiped her out. Worse than Yamato taking her for a run through the building. The young woman went to her office and lay down on her couch to rest. She heard the door open but did not open her eyes.
"Aww man, he's already back. I wanted to surprise him.," Nico said.
"Hey Rock, do you think you can carry him there?," Uno asked, "It might be cold but it will be worth it."
"Alright, but you have to give your dessert.," Rock said in return and reached out to pick up the therapist.

(Y/n) smacked his hand away and sat up.
"Oh look, Yukino is awake.," Nico smiled, "Are you sleepy?"
(Y/n) took a clean note card from her pocket and wrote on it before showing it to her visitors.
'I had a really rowdy patient, he had to be restrained and it was exhausting.'
"So you are pretty tired now huh?," Jyugo asked and got a nod in reply.
Rock helped the therapist up, "Come on, a good meal will make you feel better before you go to bed."
(Y/n) nodded and walked with the inmates, they were soon stopped by Hajime.
"You Damn kids.," Hajime growled out and smacked each of the convicts, "You broke out just to go see Yukinohana again."
"Of course. We were inviting him to go eat dinner with us.," Rock explained to the irritated bald guard with a scary face.

"Yukinohana, is this true?," Hajime asked the therapist.
She nodded in return and gave him a thumbs up.
"Fine. I will escort all of you.," the scary man said and walked with them, "You should not be so lenient with them, Yukinohana."
"Why do you keep calling him Yukinohana? Isn't his name Yukino?," Nico asked.
"Yukinohana is Yukino's full surname.," Hajime explained, "Whether you learn the first name is up to Yukino."
"So he's a snowflower?," Jyugo asked, "That is what the name means."
"I think Yukino fits him better. He is cold like a snowy winter day.," Uno chuckled and put his arm over (y/n)'s shoulder, "What do you think?"
'I don't mind either', read the card that (y/n) held up for them.

They soon were at the cafeteria and got their food.Rock had a huge helping of the night's special of fried rice and beef with several sides. Uno and Jyugo had the same but at a smaller side. Nico had a small bowl of soup, his tummy must have been acting up.
(Y/n) also had a broth dish. Miso soup.
"Is that all you are getting Yukino?," Rock asked.
The therapist nodded and moved her mask up a little to uncover her lips, she removed the respirator bit from her mouth before sipping the broth. All four of the inmates had their eyes on her when she moved her mask up that little bit. They no doubt saw her snowy pale skin and pink lips.
She looked around her at the still males and held up a card, 'what is it?'

"You're a pretty boy under all of that.," Uno said with a little disappointment and disgust in his tone before eating his dinner.
Nico poked at her shoulder, "You still aren't talking, you can talk to us."
(Y/n) gave him a small smile before writing a response on a card, 'I would but the heat from the soup made my throat hurt. I have an illness that makes me sensitive to heat, remember?'
"Oh yeah.," Nico said.
"So, how is the Miso soup?," Rock asked and got a thumbs up, "That's great. Now we have someone for you to meet."
(Y/n) felt heavy steps behind her before a shadow loomed over her, she turned and saw a large blond man standing over her. He had a scar over his eye that covered his inmate number.
"Meet Shiro, he was a former inmate. He now works for the chef here.," Rock said proudly, "He made everything we are eating tonight."

(Y/n) looked up at him before she wrote on a card and gave it to the huge man, to took it and read it. A small bit of pink was on his face.
"He looks really happy with what you said to him.," Rock chuckled, "The food is good as always, Shiro. This meat is to die for!"
The apprentice chef took her card with him back to the kitchen. The female smiled before the smile fell.
"Is there something wrong Yukino?," Jyugo asked, "Rock said you looked a little upset during your session today. We wanted to talk to you about it to help you."
Uno watched the therapist for reactions, he saw her mouth open in a little bit of surprise before closing and making a little smile.

The female wrote on a new card she got from her pocket.
'I used to have a best friend named Shiro. We met a few years ago and became very close, he and I were inseparable. But something happened. I don't remember what, my family won't tell me. Shiro just vanished. And all I have left of him is a picture and our friendship medallion. That is what was wrong.'
The four read the card and understood.
"You really miss this Shiro, Don't you?," Jyugo asked and got a nod in response.
(Y/n) felt a hand pat her back, it was Uno.
"You at least have good memories with him, right?," the British man asked. His blue eyes were kind.
She again nodded at the words spoken to her. Her soup as finished and she reattached the respirator bit into her mouth before fixing her mask and repressurizing the suit.

A cake was slammed down in front of all of them, it was a beautiful cake with strawberries and white cream icing. Shiro stood over Rock, his face never changing.
Everyone was silent and Shiro finally walked away with a little pleasant look in his eye.
"I guess he liked our compliments Yukino.," Rock said and took a sample of the cake to try, "Even this is delicious."
(Y/n) cut a small piece of the cake for her and tried it. She had to move her mask again.
It was fluffy and sweet, the tart berry jam in the middle cut the sweetness of the icing perfectly.
"It's good."
The four inmates looked at her.
"Did he just..."
"I think so."
"He did sound like a girl."
"Your voice is so cute."

After dinner, they had to go their separate ways. (Y/n) actually felt happy after eating with the guys in cell 13. They were good kids, they just had bad pasts and need good nurturing and rehabilitation to be part of society again. She smiled as she reached her dorm, she was determined to help those kids and her other patients. She was going to help her patients and friends to be better people and have good happy lives once they get out of prison. She took off her suit and brushed out her long hair.
The gradient of icy blue to white to floral pink made her match her surname. She was a snow flower.
"Goodnight nanba.," she said to herself before going to sleep.