Hi guys, I have NO idea how I found the time to write this or to even post it. I've been swamped with work and then a writers block and yet this somehow came out. I'll try and update both stories soon.

Colonnello/Tsunayoshi, AU.

Colonnello looks back at his life; from when he lost his dad, moving to Japan and settling down in Nanimori, meeting Tsunayoshi, slowly learning about the secrets of the people in Nanimori, being with Tsunayoshi, joining up with the mafia, dating Tsunayoshi, being allowed into the Vongola Arcobaleno squad, marrying Tsunayoshi. And losing it all suddenly.

I looked around the cramped room and couldn't help but smirk, honestly what a jam we had gotten ourselves into this time. Provoking the natives into chasing us with spears and knives in the Amazon was bad, but nowhere near this.

It was supposed to be a pretty simple job, sneak our way past the troops, get into the camp, and then take out their commanders; simple right? Well when the person tasked with monitoring the assignment turns out to be a stinking rat and leaks the information out, things often go wrong. Like having the entire base already in alert and chasing your hide through an evacuated city. Damn Daemon, what I wouldn't give for the chance to smash his face in; kind of hard not to guess it was him considering those idiotic soldiers kept saying his name pretty often, must be overconfident they're going to kill us. Of course I'd only do that if Lal doesn't beat me to it, then I'd kick his balls so hard they'd retract into his-

Losing my train of thought I froze up when I heard soldiers running outside the rundown shop. After assuring myself they had long since passed I sighed rather loudly, what I wouldn't give for a cigar right about now. I don't smoke, Reborn smokes, I just use one when things get tense. Like our situation now, our entire squad completely scattered in an unknown area with at least a hundred, two hundred? No definitely three hundred trained mercenaries running around outside wanting your head. I should probably just jump out and let them shoot me now since I wasn't going to make it out anyway.

...I literally slapped myself across the face as hard as I could for that. That isn't Vongola talk; a Vongola wouldn't give up if the Devil himself walked over and challenged them with the entire army of hell behind him. You didn't join one of the Vongola squads for nothing, so talk like that would give Mammon all the reason to finally put a bullet through my forehead.

Fishing around my bag I checked my equipment, I got twelve rounds of ammunition for my sniper rifle and pistol, three grenades, a small med pack, and...a lone cigar? Picking it up I read the small bit of cursive on the side and smiled as I lit it and put the end of it in my mouth, Luce. The woman always knew how to make things easier when the world was practically bouncing on your head. Sometimes I wondered how she knew just what was about to happen.

I let myself lie against the back of the counter, letting my arms rest behind my head as the smoke lazily drifted into the air. I never liked taking breaks in the middle of conflict, but Fon would nag me later for letting me stress my body more than necessary and compromise my work. I decided to take the time to look back on how I entered this ridiculous squad in the first place.

I always had the key qualities for this kind of life; the desire to protect individuals, the strength to never submit, and the sick love for combat. I made a perfect soldier, and my Commanding Officers thought the same thing. I would always brag that it was just my raw skill that got Timeoto to promote me into Vongola squad, my teammates may say otherwise but I couldn't care less; it's not my fault I'm married to our supervisor's kid...well I guess it kind of is.

I never really stressed the promotion's downfalls, constantly learning new languages, having to deal with tricky situations, oh and the perpetuate possibility of death at every corner. The only thing I wasn't a huge fan with was being away for so long sometimes, although when I got back we always..."made up" for the time lost while I was absent, sometimes it even took a day or two.

And I was never really gone that long; Vongola squads were the most elite for a reason. The longest mission we had when I was on the team was at least eight months, and the shortest just a couple of hours. Our squads shined above any other, handling what no one else could and with times people couldn't even fathom being done for some of the simplest of assignments.

I let out a laugh at this. Here I am talking about how great we are just after I had concluded we were as good as dead. Who knows, maybe I'm actually weird enough to fit in this bizarre little group.

I just grinned as I watched the smoke rise to the ceiling; of course we'd make it out, I'm Vongola's sniper for a good damn reason. I wonder what T-

March 3rd, XXXX

Mission: Infiltration of Pesca Command Center.

Status: Failed.

Team: Vongola – Arcobaleno Squad.

Casualties: Three – Critical – Verde, Luce – Minor – Skull.

Dead: None.

Missing: One – Suspected Dead – Colonnello.