AN: This is my second attempt in writing a decent story, so bear with me. I wasn't much into the anime but I was deeply inspired by the character. Also, PLEASE read the WARNINGS before every chapter.I will not be held into account on whether or not the content bothers ...enough of my rant..On with the story!

WARNING: Brief discussion on spanking.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the unfamiliar characters.


Timoteo was considered to be a very patient man. He took family politics with a calm and well-practiced mind. He protected and provided for his family as any loving father would. He would heed an ear to the cries of the needy despite their status in the family circle . However, he was no saint. He was no stranger to loss and pain. And he was a human and a father to booth. He believed that nothing could possibly face him and destroy his resolve than the death of his beloved sons. Boy was he wrong!

'Christ, give me strength.' He murmured particularly to no one. He could hear his right hand grumbling beside him.

"See, Boss. Didn't I tell you that boy was bad news?!" Coyoto bellowed.

"You take him from the streets, offer him a home and a family, spare his life when he tried to overthrow you and yet this is how he repays you?!" Coyoto spewed vehemently.

Timoteo sighed "Coyoto, please….He is still—"

"With all due respect, Boss, don't tell me he is still trying to figure out his place in the family. The boy CLEARLY knows where he belongs and what he wants. He manipulated your kindness, even planned to go as far as—"Coyoto took a deep breath and forced through gritted teeth, "As far as killing you to seek his goal."

"I have to agree with Coyoto there, Boss." his Rain guardian commented, walking towards them from behind an iron door to his right reinforced by Rain flames. "Your son is clearly insane. He tried to chops his hands of the cuffs when he found them to counter his flames"

Timoteo immediately stood up to face his Rain. "How is he? Has he eaten anything at all? How are his wounds?"

His guardian looked away and sighed, "Just a few scratches from his futile attempts to escape. He is safely cuffed to bed with Rain flames enforced to his cuffs. No more self-harm there." And then with a small smirk, he added, "He is clearly displeased and is pretty vocal about it."

"No surprise there." His Sun guardian snorted as he and his Cloud walked in with a pile of folders in their hands.

"Those Varia brats run around, causing all the chaos and we have to pick up their trash?! What bullock is this?!" fumed his Mist walking right behind them. "You better give them a good penalty, Boss or I will PERSONALLY set to deal with this rubbish!"

"Patience, Bouche. I will see to it as soon as I deal with my son" Timoteo sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing the wrinkles from his forehead. 'God…He was too old for this…..but his son...'

"Well…don't get me wrong but since freezing him for EIGHT YEARS clearly didn't work last time," his Mist drawled sarcastically," What do you plan to do this time?"

"I don't know," Timoteo admitted, "Which is why I have sent Ganauche to fetch Sawada Iemitsu. We spoke over this last night and he talked me into letting him deal out my son's penalty"

Coyoto blinked. "Come to think of it, the boy does showcase a grudging respect towards Sawada. I always wondered why…."

"You seem to clearly know nothing about that child…." A deep masculine voice commented from the door to his right.

"Doctor Ritsu! Good day, Sir." Timoteo and his other guardians stood up to greet the stern doctor and shook hands with the man who looked to be in his mid-thirties. " I hope my son co-operated to your biddings, Sir?"

"He clearly did not, Timoteo-san", Ritsu signed, "But no worries there, I made him receptive", the good doctor smirked, which sent a shiver of dread down the guardians' spine.

Doctor Ritsu Alopa was a man feared through the ranks of Vongola. He was the family doctor since the reign of Vongola Primo. His fearless disposition and calm demeanour made even the strongest hitmen look harmless. His seven foot height only added to his sense of intimidation. Shoulder length silver hair framed a stern bespectacled face and a pale flawless youthful skin, a gift of his rare flame, the Moon Flame. Well….a gift as far as the world sees it. This was a man who never tolerated disrespect and disobedience and rumours says that he's EVEN made Secondo weep like an infant!

'I wonder what took to have the arrogant boy listen to him,' Coyoto mused.

"I have drugged your son for now. His flame is severely depleted and his throat is soar and bleeding, thanks to his constant screaming", Ritsu continued, reading through his clipboard. "He is both physically and mentally exhausted but that didn't deter him from thrashing around and spewing threats at anyone who approached him", Ritsu signed.

"Which means…..?" Timoteo gently coaxed the doctor.

"Which means your son is absolutely fine and is just being his normal asshole-self. Nothing that a few firm pats on the bum wouldn't cure I think" At this, Ritsu raised an eyebrow at Timoteo only to have him sign and turn away.

"If only it were as easy as it sounds" Timoteo groaned miserably, "He does not take well to being reprimand. I can barely raise my voice against him, least of all, lecture him." Timoteo shook his head, "I can't just waltz in there and enforce physical discipline on him, at least not in this state of affair."

"Besides" the Ninth's Mist added," I don't think he could be tamed by a few swats- I mean…Wouldn't we have done it already if it actually worked?!

"Not to mention he would murder us in our sleep" the Cloud smirked

"Don't think I haven't been tempted a time or two though!" Coyoto frowned "Gets me wondering how you managed to put up with him for so long. Devil's spawn, I tell you! No wonder his mother aban—"

"COYOTO!" Timoteo admonished," That will be ENOUGH! Do not drag his mother into this, please….Bless her poor soul!"

"If ya ask me, he was pretty much well behaved for a kid from the slum" answered a soft voice from the depths of the dark corridor.

The Ninth and his guardians looked up to find their Lightning with none other than Iemitsu Sawada walking towards them, an uncharacteristic grim look on his usually kind face.

"Is something the matter, Iemitsu-san? Did you find your jou—"the Ninth was abruptly interrupted when a ruckus raised itself down the corridors. Iemitsu softly whistled," Damn, that boy is a prodigy alright", to which the rest of the guardians looked on, puzzled.

Ritsu was about to clarify what he meant when suddenly, he stiffened and fixated his gaze on the wall to his left. His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits and a low growl threatened past his lips," THAT STUPID BRAT! I warned him not to strain his limbs. That idiot probably reopened his wounds! Fuck!" he swore and rushed past them down the corridor towards the West wing of the mansion.

"Umm….that was perplexing" Brow Nie Jr. drawled, "What in tarnation is going on?!"

"Well...I noticed Squalo dragging himself through the hallway.." Iemitsu casually shrugged.

Just then, a foot soldier stumbled upon them, sweating profusely, " Si-ire, Superbi Squ-Squalo!" he whimpered and took a deep breath," Sir, Superbi Squalo broke past the primary security around his room. He's hid himself somewhere in the mansion! We await your order, Sir!"

Timoteo sighed tiredly," At ease, please. I'm sure Doctor Ritsu will eventually find him. He must have placed his Flame in Superbi, which probably alerted him just now"

"I thought the Chiavarone Decimo was stationed with him, was he not?" Coyoto demanded. Surely he could not have defeated Dino Chiavarone in the state he was in!

"Well…" the soldier looked rather sheepish and it immediately perked their interest, " Reports says that he somehow managed to trip on…umm….thin air and hit is head on the night stand. He declared that he got his shoe laces tangled and…umm…yeah….and he promptly passed out"

Silence reigned for a solid five minutes

"Umm…Ninth?"

"Yes Ganauche?"

"Was Dino-kun rightfully chosen as the Chiavarone Decimo or was he given the position out of sympathy?"

"I am afraid that is still a mystery to uncover, Ganauche" Timoteo explained lamely.

"Gotta admit though….The kid's got a pair on him, to ignore Ritsu's direct command" Coyoto commended, truly awed at the boy's courage or perhaps sheer stupidity. Ritsu does not take well to being ignored. Hopefully, the boy comes out of it alive. Noticeably, Squalo seemed to have a penchant for getting into trouble these days.

With a final wish of luck for poor Squalo, Coyoto turned to address the issue at hand only to catch Iemitsu and the Ninth share a fond smile as if in a world of their own. Judging from the nerving silence around him, he guessed he was not the only one who was let into the peculiar sight.

"Can't blame him though" the Ninth shook his head, "He is probably worried about Xanxus." And just like that, the sombre atmosphere returned with a vengeance.

Timoteo looked around and sighed. Well, it's now or never! "Perhaps we should move to my study to discuss the retribution", he grimaced.


A few hours earlier…

It was official! The whole world was conspiring against him! He was royally pissed. Wait— that's probably the understatement of the year!He was beyond his exploding point. Gritting his teeth, Xanxus tried pulling against his restraints one more time. Harder and harder….he heaved against the strain it brought to his body. He felt like a caged animal, helpless and….alone….Probably what they want me to feel, those bastards! His whole body was screaming at him in agony…..pleading him to stop…begging him to…give up.

No! I will not succumb to their wishes! Just…calm down….And with that, Xanxus observed his present scenario. He was in a padded cell, clearly the containment cell in the mansion…maybe in Japan or perhaps Italy… and his hands were bound to the headboard of the bed. Probably laced with Rain Flames….think they could hold him down forever…He could feel his blood begin to boil and the traces of his Flame of Rage surface only for it to be drowned by the cuffs! Damn..! The next second, a sudden sense of serenity engulfed him.

"I would advise you to stop unless you want to be sedated" commented a dry voice.

Xanxus flexed around to find Schnitten Brabanters, the Ninth's Rain guardian peering at him from the doorway. Xanxus promptly snapped his head the other way, refusing to see the face of anyone who served the old geezer. He probably came here to mock me!

Brabanters sighed and took a chair beside the bed. It was kinda amusing to see the man—No…Xanxus was still clearly a child— trying his best to ignore his presence . He took his time to observe the boy in person. He hadn't seen him for eight long years and he still looked the same.

He sighed, "Listen, kid...I know a lot has happened and your rapport with your father is a little….strained", he cleared his throat and continued, " But your father wanted the best for you, Xanxus. What he did, he did them with your best interest in mind. He would never intention—"

"My best interest?!", Xanxus barked a humourless laugh and glared murderously at Brabanters. Boy…if looks could kill….he'd be in purgatory by now…

"How dare you?!", Xanxus snarled, " Who do you think you are, trash! What do yo know about me?! Huh?!What do you?!"

He could practically feel power vibrating around the boy in waves. Absolutely astounding! But what drew him more was those eyes! They were red and vindictive, a fine glow around the iris…Or where they really glowing? The tell-tale sound of the cuffs clinking against the metal headboard snapped him out of his strange trance. The boy was huffing in deep breaths.

"YOU!" his entire being bristled, " When I get out of this…I will IMPALE your bodies in front of the very gate of this mansion!" he practically roared.

The boy was like a feral beast— untamed and primal, his very name instilled fear and spelled death. Yet…Brabanters could see something else in those furious eyes. Despair, longing and self-loath— the boy was a vessel of walking complexes.

"Xanxus…" he patiently tried again, "Your father—" he started only to feel the boy explode with a sudden burst of strength—pure, untempered fury poured out of the child as he lunged at him with mad eyes. The cuffs pulled him back and completely damped his Flame of Wrath.

Brabanters watched with barely concealed horror as the boy roughly pulled his hands in a state of pure hysteria. He could see blood oozing out from skin broken by the cuffs digging into the boy's wrists—dripping down his elbows and soaking the sheets— as the boy thrashed around wildly.

"Xanxus! Calm down, you foolish child!", he commanded as he tried fruitlessly to hold down Xanxus from hurting himself.

"FUCK OFF, YOU OLD FART!" Xanxus leered at him, a mad gleam in his eyes as he tried to aim a kick at his chin, "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YA SCUM!" he spat at him.

"Xanxus— please…"

"Leave me the HELL ALONE!"

"Listen to—"

"Get out—NOW!"

"XANXUS DANIEL VONGOLA!" a familiar voice boomed. "Stop this madness THIS INSTANT! I've had just about ENOUGH of this!" And there at the door was none other than Ritsu in all his seven foot murderous glory. He looked ready to gag someone to death! That's when Brabanters noticed the complete lack of struggle from Xanxus.

"Rit-Ritsu-san…" Xanxus stammered uncharacteristically, his wide eyes fixed on Ritsu in….fear?

Ritsu approached the bed and pulled out a syringe from the nightstand," I'll handle it from here" he spoke briskly," If you would please wait outside" he added with a stern note.

"Sure…No problem" Brabanters sighed and made a move to leave only to find the cuffs of his shirt firmly grasped by Xanxus. For a moment, all he could see, was not a formidable assassin, but a lost child...

"Don't…." Xanxus whispered, his voice so low— he would have missed it, if it weren't for his sensitive ears.

"Xanxus…." He whispered back just as gently. He saw the child's eyelids flutter under the heavy drug and the emotional toil—until his breathing evened out and he fell into deep slumber.

"Ahem" Ritsu cleared his throat, "If you may—"

"Ah! Yes….I am sorry" he offered a gentle smile as he left the room, not before stealing a final glance at the sleeping child's innocent face.

Xanxus…..just what exactly is going on in that head of yours…


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