You were trying to be nice. You had found this group of young adults out in the pouring rain, trudging through the storm and took them in graciously. You fed them- each one. You didn’t know who they were- didn’t know that they were cold-blooded killers. You let them all shower and spend the night in separate rooms, you had a rather large house. You didn’t know nen or how to fight- you just lived all cozy in your big house alone. It was nice to have some company.

But you soon learned you they were- a bunch of thieves with a trail of bodies that always follow. Yet…that instinct in you to mother them was strong. You didn’t know why. You had a feeling these people didn’t know love or a mothers touch- so you provided it. It helped you heal. You had just gotten out of a marriage from the love of your life- who left you after your infant died of SIDS. Your baby’s death broke something in your soul, your husband’s betrayal cut even deeper.

These people, as awful as they were, they helped fix you. And for that you’d be their “mother” no matter who they were. Currently you had just gotten home from a night out, had a drink or two after a days work. You walk into your home to see the lights on, the Troupe inside casually. They had been gone on a heist a couple cities away for weeks now and they came right home as soon as they could.

Chrollo was sitting on a chair, a leg crossed over the other as he read his book in silence. Machi was sewing up a cut on her arm with her nen-made thread, not even wincing at the pain of piercing as she pulled the skin back together as if new. Franklin and Shizuku were watching something on TV together on the couch. Uvogin and Phinks were wrestling in a cleared out room- which had been cleared so they could train and fight. Pakunoda and Shalnark were playing chess. Feitan sat near Chrollo, sharpening his blade with Bonolenov just staring into space at his side. Nobunaga was looking in the kitchen for food to eat.