It would be another two weeks before Shiro was finally released from the hospital. After being in a coma for such a long time, the doctors wanted to make sure there was no permanent damage to Shiro's cognitive ability, as well setting her up for physio therapy. Since she had been in a coma for such an extended period of time, her muscle mass had begun to deteriorate. This way, she would slowly be able to re-gain her muscle mass.

When Ganta finally got the OK to take Shiro home, he rushed over to the hospital (Leaving in the middle of class once again), and found her waiting for him in her hospital room. She was sitting in a Wheelchair, dressed in a thin, white dress that showed off her bare arms, and the scars that covered them. When she saw Ganta enter the room, she cracked into a real smile, a smile that made Ganta's heart race.

Shiro had been smiling more often lately, real smiles that reminded him of when they were children. It was a relief to see that she was still capable of being truly happy. He knew that she had harbored a lot of resentment towards herself, but he didn't want that to overtake her.

How do you expect her to forgive herself when you aren't even sure you can forgive her? A voice nagged at the back of Ganta's mind, but he chose to ignore it and walked over to Shiro, smiling at her. "All ready to go?" He asked her. Ganta himself was both nervous and excited for this. Shiro would be living with him. In the same apartment. Ganta let that sink in as Shiro nodded at him.

"All ready. The doctors said that I should able to start walking by myself in a few days." She beamed proudly up at Ganta, who gently placed a hand on her's, and smiled.

"That's great! Now, let's get out of here before the school calls asking for me." Both of them laughed at this as Ganta began to push Shiro out of the hospital. Ganta watched as Shiro waved goodbye to the various nurses who had been attending to her while she had been recovering. "You seem to have gotten pretty close to the nurses." Ganta noted as the automatic doors slid open or them.

Shiro nodded and folded her hands on her lap, looking down at them with a bittersweet smile on her face. "Yes...in a way, they reminded me of your Mother. So sweet and kind, and caring."

At the mention of his Mother, Ganta swallowed. His Mother had been a part of the reason Shiro had been subjected to all the awful things she had gone through. Ganta knew everything about the horrid experiments that were conducted on Shiro as a young girl, not only because of the memories he had witnessed when Hagire Rinichiro had tried to take over his body, but also because of his Mother's journal.

When the entire affair with DW had ended, and once the dust had settled, Ganta had been given his Mother's journal, the same journal that Shiro had once read, and had found out the same horrible truth that he had.

Shiro was never meant to be a test subject, let alone in that cursed facility. Ganta had been born to fill that role, but at the last second, his Mother had changed her mind, and instead adopted Shiro, allowing her to take his place. It was their fault that Shiro had been tortured. Their fault the Wretched Egg persona had been created at all.

As if reading his mind, Shiro turned her head towards him and smiled. "Don't worry. I don't feel any resentment towards her. Your Mother felt sorry for what happened. She told so herself, though I didn't really know what she meant at the time." Shiro looked up at the sky, the sun shining down on her pale skin and hair. "She...was good to me."

Ganta felt a wave of relief wash over him at her words. He knew that the Wretched Egg persona had fused with her own, leaving a more mature Shiro in its wake. While he wasn't sure how much of the Shrio he had known in DW was still in there, at least the Wretched Egg's insanity hadn't crossed over into this new Shiro.

They were silent for the rest of the way to Ganta's apartment. Once they arrived, Ganta helped Shiro up from her chair, placing one of her arms around his neck to support her, as they walked up the steps, causing Shiro to blush slightly.

The inside of Ganta's apartment was simple, a one bedroom with a medium sized living room. It had a black leather couch, a nice size T.V, a game system, and a blue carpet. Ganta looked over and smiled sheepishly. "It's not much, and Senji helped me get most of this stuff but...welcome home." He said as he helped her over to the couch. Shiro looked on in amazement at the apartment.

"This is all Ganta's? Wow." She said. Ganta laughed and shook his head. "No Shiro. This is ours now. Everything here is mine and yours."

At this, Shiro looked down at her lap, her face going a dark red. "Ganta and Shiro's..." She said quietly before nodding. "Alright. I'll try to remember that." Ganta smiled and sat down beside her.

"Once you get a little more stable, we'll see about getting into my school." Ganta said to her. Shiro nodded and looked over at him. There were words unsaid between them. Ganta was well aware that neither of them had said anything about their confessions of love since DW. And perhaps it was better that way...for now. Shiro needed to focus on getting better, and he would be there to help every step of the way.

But he did love Shiro. And as they talked and watched t.v, and even played some games, Ganta was reminded why. Ganta felt comfortable around her, like he could tell her anything, and not be afraid. But there was always that nagging feeling in the back of his head, the knowledge of what she had done. He tried to suppress them, but it was hard.

Before either of them realized, it was going on midnight. Ganta looked over at Shiro. "We should probably head to bed." He said, and she nodded, yawning. It was obvious she was tired from the day, and with a smile, he helped her up and into his bedroom. The most noticeable thing about Ganta's bedroom was the poster of Aceman on the wall across from his bed. It was huge and flashy, and it brought a smile to Shiro's face.

Ganta helped Shiro onto his bed before walking over to the closet, and grabbed a bedroll. Shiro tilted her head, confused. "Ganta..." She said slowly. "Your...not going to sleep in the bed too?"

Now it was Ganta's turn to blush. At the thought of Shiro and him sleeping in the same bed, he felt his heart beat faster. He looked at her and shook his head. "Uhm, no. I think...it would be best for you to get the bed to yourself...you know, until you recover."

Shiro looked like she understood and nodded. "Oh, ok." She said, before laying down and folding her hands over her stomach. Without another word, Ganta placed his bedroll on the ground, and turned out the lights.

Both of them stared up at the ceiling, silent for a long time after that. Ganta was sure Shiro had fallen asleep when a soft voice from his bed called "Good night Ganta."

Ganta turned his head towards the bed. "Goodnight Shiro." He whispered, before turning back to the ceiling. His life had never exactly been normal, but now...something told him that Shiro being here was going to make his life a lot more complicated than it had ever been before.