A challenge given by Nightbringer325. Thanks for inspiring me to write again. :)

Notes: Lal Mirch is the only person who knew of Mammon's past before joining the Arcobaleno. Varia is extremely protective of their female illusionist. Out of character for the others.

Chapter 1: Orange [Red and Yellow] Monsters

She never knew why she agreed on this. Was it because she missed the main family or that the current don's father was starting to be unbearable. Whatever the reason, Lal Mirch regretted her decision.

The blue-haired female, along with most of the members of Vongola, were panting from exhaustion. Asshole of a tutor thought it would be fun to use the last person as target practice. "If I should have known this would be an intense training, I should have not invited Chrome along," Takeshi grinned.

The illusionist shook her head, still catching her breath. "This is good for me," she started. "My body needs some exercise."

"Illusionists rely too much on their abilities to deceive," Reborn muttered, walking towards the group. "Take away their flames and they are like sitting ducks." He patted the pineapple-headed female. "Your decision to train is good."

Lal Mirch rolled her eyes heavenwards. "Now that warm up is over, we better start with~!"

"Ah, my hand slipped," Reborn stated, the sound of his handgun echoing throughout the field.

Lal turned to where the hitman was aiming to see a shocked Fon and a frowning Viper. The Indigo Arcobaleno had her right hand up, palm opened and facing the group. The trickle of blood only indicated one thing. It was her hand that was shot. In a blink of an eye, Viper was facing the surprised Reborn. "Muu, stop it."

"Why are you here with him?" he asked.

"Mission."

"You did not invite me?"

"Why would I?"

"And you called him?"

"Is there a problem with my decision?"

The anger that flashed in those cold, black eyes did not go unnoticed by the people closest to the pair. He stepped closer to the floating being, his hands ready to grab Viper. And this was when Fon intervened. He pulled the female away and stepped between them. "Move," came the order from the hitman.

"You have already injured Viper. I do not think she wants more from you."

"Like you have the right to do this."

"Apparently, I have."

That was the start of an all-out battle.

Mammon and Chrome had to create illusions using their flames to shield the others. "This is getting out of hand," Lal Mirch stated as she stood next to the panting Mist Arcobaleno. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked, concern finally setting in. Of all the people she had met, it was this person that Lal could not bear to watch being hurt. Turning to the others, she cocked the gun that magically appeared in her hands. "We have to take them out," she commanded.

"There is no need for that," the miser stated. Without a warning, Viper flew towards the two Arcobaleno and casted her most powerful illusion. "Uroboros."

It took a second too late for both the colorless Arcobaleno and the mist guardian of Vongola to process what was happening.

"Viper, don't!"

"Mammon-sama!"

Both females dashed towards the miser. They never reached their target. Chrome gave another scream. The girl was ready to rip through all dimensions to rescue her tutor only to be stopped by the Storm Guardian and the Rain Guardian. Lal fell to her knees.

With nothing that they could do, the Vongola guardians merely waited. It took an hour before the three once again appeared. It was not surprising to see both males covered in blood and bruises. What made Lal Mirch's eyes widen was how pristine Viper was. The blood that was supposed to be spilling from her gloved hands were gone and so were the scratches and bruises on her face. The blue-haired woman narrowed her eyes but did not comment on it. Maybe, she succeeded in finally taming those two after all.

Fon was already in front of her, examining her exposed face with a frown. "You need medical attention," he muttered. The miser merely slapped his hand off of her face before floating to the exit as if nothing happened. She did not say anything when she left, causing the red-clad martial artist to follow her.

It was, surprisingly, Reborn who stopped the Storm guardian. "It is better you do not meddle with her after that technique," he murmured. "We almost killed her." Even if they were trying to kill each other just a few seconds ago, a warning is a warning. Fon sighed, watching their illusionist's back.

"What were you even doing?" Lal asked the two once they were being treated. "Why take each other's lives like that?"

"She tried to stop us," Fon replied, not bother to answer the latter question. "But we were not listening." He then started to relate what has happened; that both males did not listen to her, and that her own technique came attacking her for doubting herself.

Lal gritted her teeth in anger but never screamed at them. She merely contacted the infamous doctor.

"I am honored to treat you, Lal," Shamal started when he came into the mansion. "What might your injuries…" his mood darkened when he saw who were injured. "I am not going to treat those blokes."

Reborn gave off something akin to a growl. "Are you going to force him to treat~!"

"Yes," Lal stated before glaring. "He is the best."

Shamal could not help but gush over the compliment. "I will do as the lady says," he declared before eying the two Arcobaleno in disgust. "Even if it meant to treat you idiots."

"Don't worry, you won't lay a finger on them," the female stated coldly. "Come."

An hour after the incident in the Vongola mansion, a lone figure floated towards an equally lonely building. The officers who opened the gates gave a smart salute, their expressions curious but knew better that to question the figure. Everyone who met the new comer gave the same expressions and also remained silent. That was until the stranger entered the main office of the quarter house.

"Voi! Where the fuck have you been?"

There was no reply. The person floated past the officers and towards the stairs.

"Mamm-chan," Belphegor chirped, moving to block the smaller one's way. He was surprised when the illusionist merely bumped into him.

Before he could pinch his partner's cheeks, Mammon let her head rest on his chest and canceled her illusion.

Lussaria gasped, his hand covering his mouth. Squalo gave a strangled tone. Luckily, it was not because of his illusionary organs disappearing. Even Xanxus was off his comfy seat, his eyes widening.

The violet-black cloak was torn; barely hanging on the small creature's shoulders. The black pants she usually wore along with the shirt were in a better shape but still not given mercy by whoever tortured her. Bruise and wounds appeared on her pale skin and started to let streams of blood flow. Whatever her clothes could cover, they, too, were drenched in the red liquid. Her left arm was dislocated; the only injury that showed that the wounds were not only of flesh. All in all, Mammon came to them in a mangled piece of flesh that was barely conscious.

Bel had already grabbed the battered illusionist, the smile finally vanishing from his face. Everyone was silent, moving towards the infirmary. They have called all the doctors in their damn contacts and threatened them to be at the mansion in less than five minutes. After the calls, the doorbell rang out. Squalo almost ripped open the door. "The hell do you want?" he demanded.

"I brought Shamal," the spitfire replied with the same tone as the shark.

The irritation was wiped out of the shark's face. Relief came afterwards. Squalo motioned for the two to follow. When they entered the clinic, Lussaria and his box animal were hovering to keep the illusionist alive. It took about a minute to convince Varia's Sun guardian to let the doctor do his duties.

Shamal immediately got to work. He ripped through the cloak with a displeased manner. He was not prepared by what he saw.

"Oi, the hell are you the one bleeding?" Squalo demanded when the doctor was running around with a bloody nose for some reason.

After being scolded by two of the loudest mouths in the mafia world, Shamal went back in treating the illusionist. Two hours of operation and the perverted doctor came out. "How many bullets did the lady take?" he asked the people waiting on the living room. "The bruises and broken bones are also serious. It almost looked like she pissed off Reborn and Fon."

"Sounds about right," Lal replied.

The breaking of mugs and glasses were heard. "What?" Varia chorused.

"Reborn and Fon were at each other's throats a while ago. Viper tried to stop them," the woman related.

At some point in the story, Lussaria was forced to restrain the swordsman. Thank the heavens the other members of Varia did not move from their seats. Their eyes were ablaze and were now glaring at the only female in the room.

"Setting aside the injuries," the doctor stated. "You have good tastes, Boss of Varia," he congratulated.

"The trash isn't my wife," the tanned male hissed. Regardless of his statement, he got up from his chair and entered the clinic. "Payment is with Levi," he murmured.

The doctor's smile turned into a grin. "If the lady is not Xanxus' wife, then may I~!"

A knife, a sword, and somehow, a leg, was aimed at his head. "Don't get too full of yourself, doctor," Lussaria chirped. "Our Mamm-chan is not available."

Laughing nervously, the doctor raised his hands in compliance. "I was merely kidding."

Lussaria grabbed a bag from who-knows-where and handed it to the shocked Shamal. The male merely gave a nod before he and Lal got out of the mansion.

"I did not know that Varia housed females," the doctor muttered as they started for Tsunayoshi's home.

"That chick you keep gushing over is the Mist Arcobaleno, you twat," Lal replied. "Were you not listening to anything that Varia has stated?"

The look on the man's face had Lal bursting into laughter.