Unaware of a pair of Heterochromia eyes on him Mukuro stepped into the grass flooded with lights from the Vongola mansion in front of him. After a moment he was joined by Lambo coming forward out of the darkness. The two of them had just gotten back from a mission together, why Tsuna would send two of them on a mission together was something they could not wrap their minds around.

Suddenly something like the sound of a brach falling to the ground and another something like a lithe body falling out of the trees and a voice hung in the air, a voice that sounded neither male nor female.

"Ite..."

"Who'se there?!" the Vongola mist guardian shouted into the darkness.

In the shadows the dark figure stiffened, sense coming back to them. Eyes widened and the area grew darker around the mansion.

"Aniki... where are you?" a voice of someone hissed into the dark trees outside the Vongola mansion. What's more it just had to have been him who heard her.

She used illusions to make the area darker.

"Someone is defiantly here..." said another somewhat younger voice. Lambo most likely. Next to him she saw Mukuro, eyes trying to see through what he could not hope to see.

Mukuro looked around the dark area and smirked. "We're dealing with an illusionist here." She couldn't hear what he said next but a little ways she heard the sound of some hard hitting the soft grass. She smirked when nothing happened.

"A very powerful illusionist..." Lambo again. She heard a smirk in his voice and a grunt in the air.

"Rich..." the voice chuckled, she couldn't help it the words just came out. Silently she cursed herself.

Damn it... so this was the day, huh? Aoba and aniki had always told her to be careful when doing this.

"Shut up and show us your face you coward!"

That did it.

"Hmph... I will but do you even want to?"

The lights came back to life illuminated the area and the person in the shadows almost instantly.

It looked to be a girl, a girl who looked to be younger than she looked a thin but muscular body and fair sun touched skin with a small stem like cut on her right cheek that seemed to stop at her jaw line, dark brown hair where at the tips were a deep dark blue, mismatched brown and blue eyes, dressed in a long black jacket with a high collar and familure looking shirt and pants tucked into boots dark boots that nearly reached her knees.

Mukuro's eyes narrowed and then winded and he felt cold sweat dripping down his face. He had seen eyes like those before once in a moment when he had sneaked into the hospital long ago.

"Jeez..." the girl sighed shaking her head from side to side. "I had wanted to get away from here without getting spotted but I suppose nothing ever goes as planned." She opened her eyes and looked directly into Mukro's own.

"Isin't that right... padre." she said, so softly that Lambo did't hear. Mukuro blinked the sentence catching him off guard.

"Y-you are..."

The girl eyed him and smirked.

"Hello... Padre."

"What are you doing here?!" Lambo shouted unaware of what was being said between the two.

"Nothing just checking up... on father."

Lambo was about to say something when the impact of her words her hit him and he looked at her his eyes winding in remembrance that bedside hospital so long ago. Her hair had grown out, he had remembered his uncaring words about how ugly she was without any hair, unhampered by the anger in his big brothers eyes, tired after many long hours of strain on his body.

"Y-you are..."

"Yeah... nice to see ya too Lambo... As you can see my hair has grown out." she said twirling a hanging bang between two fingers.

"No that's not right... Tsuna's your mother, I'm your father."

The girl looked at him and then laughed, a short laugh that if anything sent chills up his spine. All too soon she stopped and glared at him eyeing him with neither hate or anger shining through their depths.

Right in front of him.

Before he could move she had knocked him off his feet sending him to the ground where he was pinned down and her foot was pressing into her cheek. Vertiá glared at Lambo, daring him to say anything. The Lightening guardian gulped at the look in her eyes and backed away slightly.

"Biologically yes, but to me you are not. Tsuna was both Father and Mother to me... You just sired me, you didn't want anything to do with me. I remember, I remember every bit and detail of the whole sorry affair. You are nothing to me, the both of you mean nothing to me," she said simply. "And my name is Veritá, nothing else."

Suddenly she was away from the two of them near the darkness of the forest that made up the mansion.

"Just so you know, I don't hate him, he loved me and I know it. I had already accepted him giving me up for adoption a long time ago. But I have lost all feeling towards him as well. I don't feel anything for you either, you're just the dirt beneath my boots." As she spoke she began to dig her heel into his cheek. "The only thing I hate is that I was not conceived out of love."

"That's not..."

"Oh but it is.. You can't lie like its the truth but I know all of your tricks... I did come from you after all..." she looked rather disgusted.

Very quickly the pressure on his face seemed to become unbearable.

"Don't give me that. You should have done that the moment I was born. Instead you just left father as he was, you just left him and didn't appear until a day after I was born, and even then you barely looked at him."

With that she abruptly turned away from him long hair swishing in the breeze.

"How do you know all that. Who told you..."

The girl, his daughter half turned to him, forming a smile that curled her lips making it looked almost cruel.

"Daemon Spade, me aniki told me."'

Silence met the area but before any of them could speak a voice floated through the air towards them.

"She is right, Mukuro..." a soft almost mocking laughter and out of the darkness came a figure he looked the same, wearing the same clothes he had died again in, hair still the same as always, but his eyes seemed much warmer then each of them remembered, the crazed insane look gone completely from them, leaving a gentle look deep inside, but a look of a warrior still burned within their very depths.

Mukukro's eyes winded at the sight of him, and he reached for his weapon. However Veritá moved in front of him black translucent flames embracing her fists.

"Sure you want to do that?" she asked, glaring at all of them before turning to the Daemon.

"You're late, aniki," the girl scoffed. "What were you looking in on Lal showering or something?"

"Oh come now Veritá... Such things do not interest me at times like this."

The girl scoffed and looked away

Mukuro stood rooted to the spot, his jaw nearly hanging open as he watched the scene before him and for the first time in his life he was at a loss for words. Lampo stood as still as stone, his eyes showing equal shock.

What the hell was going on.

Beside him Lambo too had the same look on his face, disbelief. True he had been only five years old when he had met Daemon but memories were strong.

And this... well it was the most insane thing he could possible be thinking about.

Little did he know that after this night he would not once again know that word again.

Daemon glanced back at the two over his shoulder, his eyes lingering on Mukuro for a moment before he turned back to Verita.

"Did you intend to do that?" he asked softly, his eyes turning gentle as he looked down at her.

"No."

The elder man smiled and ruffled her hair. "At the very least we know that you need more practice in stealth..."

"Oh please that was just a slip up. It won't happen again, aniki."

"Nufufu... is that so? Well then..."

"Get away from her!"

Daemon glanced back at Mukuro and smirked. Veritá's face darkened.

In a moment Daemon moved in next to the girl, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Mmn... What are you so worried about, Mukuro? It's not like you to care. Or is it that you do? I can't imagine that that is actually the case..."

There was a cold, all most triumphant glare in his eyes.

"You... what have you done to her?!" Lambo shouted, anger in his voice and eyes.

Veritá scoffed looking away while Daemon just smirked.

"Oh please, It takes a special kind of evil to take someone else child and raise her to hate the ones who bright her into this world. I may have killed and possessed countless people but that was for my idea Vongola what I thought was Elena's own dying wish. For years that was my drive to better the Vongola and its own. Who would have thought that it was a child who would help me see through that? I only told Veritá the truth about the birth and I even raised your child like she was my sibling, and besides, Veritá such a delightful person to be around, I must say." Daemon nufufu'ed softly as he ruffled the younger girls hair, a carefree smile on his face.

"Sod off old man," Veritá muttered, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Though she seems to have your bad attitude, unfortunately." Daemon sighed, looking up at Mukuro.

Veritá just rolled her eyes and stepped back into the forest of trees mist gathering around her as she did so. "I'm going back, see you back at home, aniki."

"Sounds good."

When she disappeared in a shroud of dark starry mist Daemon turned back to the two flooded in the light coming from the mansion, both too shocked for words.

"I'd stay away from her after all, she wants nothing to do with either of you."

"Daemon."

Said illusionists head turned around, smirking at the look on the other illusionist face.

"It's a decade and a half too late to be angry now." Daemon said simply crossing his arms an almost amused look on his eyes. "And don't take what Veritá said about you seriously. Despite what she might have said she will kill you. I even wanted to for a while. I owe Vongola Decimo that much for helping me see the truth behind Elena's words."

Lambo glanced from Daemon to Mukuro his eyes narrowing slightly.

"How are you still alive?"

"I never truly left, in reality my spirit lingered on after the battle though I have no memory of it... I only remember..." and with that he disappeared the moonlight up above the only one in the area.

... ... ...

Lambo stood at the entrance of Tsuna room. What was he going to tell him, what could he tell him. Nothing but the truth...

He sighed opening the door to his brothers office. Tsunayoshi was standing next to Gokudera talking feverishly with him, there was a stack of letters on his desk and a pen on top of it. He looked up, away from Gokudera as he entered.

"Lamdo-... I heard what happened, are you alright?"

Lampo looked up at him and nodded, throat too tight to talk at the moment in time.

"What happened, did they attack you? What family was it?"

Lambo gazed into his brothers eyes wanting more then anything to say anything different.

But he couldn't lie to him.

"It wasn't a family."

Then who was it?"

Lambo took a deep breath. "The intruder I spotter in the ground was... was your daughter..."

Whatever Tsuna had been expecting it was not that. Gokudera looked up eyes wide in shock as well before quickly filling with rage and he opened his mouth as if about to yell at him for lying to the tenth like that.

"W-what..."

Lambo took a deep shaky breath before continuing.

"I've seen your daughter... she's with Daemon."

"A... a girl... but that's... That can't be right."

"It's the truth."

... ... ... ...

At first glance it might have been an ordinary forest, but if one were to go deeper into the green and florae they would soon discover a magnificent mansion where in its shadow was a garden of such size and splendor one could lose oneself inside of it. However, in the early hours of the night it was unseeable and its majesty all but spent, the only light save for the moon came from one room near the first story where inside at first glance seemed to be a lounge room of sorts.

Inside the circular window and around the dark cream colored walls were at least six men in their mid twenties that were all crowded around the fairly large room, some lying on sofas and chars, the youngest of them was eighteen who was talking avidly to everyone else who were mostly not paying any attention to him in the least. Dark grey eyes awash with excitement despite the lack of it in the room, running a hand through his messy dark almond colored hair hanging over dark olive skin and even darker eyes. Dressed in a long grey shirt and harem pants of the same color, on his shoulder was draped a long purple shawl with hanging bright red jewels, like the kind worn by gypsies.

"So I was thinking of asking Lord Daemon if we could get a Wii motion plus... I mean really we could use the extra entertainment. Or maybe I should ask Lord Veritas first and ask her if she could pass it on to him, he's bound to say yes to her, and besides her birthday is coming up.

"Jeez... how long are you going to talk, Rishky?" A dark haired man asked, the unmistakable hint of a cultured upper class british accent in his voice, dressed in simple dark pants and long jacket. Dark hair pulled back from his fairly freckled face reviling soft green eyes.

"But can't you imagine?"

"Yes but then he will expect her to use it and not us." A blue haired young man spoke up, tired of his talking as everyone else was, absentmindedly stroking a small, blue fured and very fluffy Japanese spitz on his lap as he skimmed through a magazine. The 'dog' looked around as he spoke, a small pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. "And I don't really think a Wii motion plus would be a good thing."

"Didn't you work in a junk shop in your world."

"Yeah, so...?

So? So? Even with all that stuff you have it should have peaked your interest..."

"Unfortunately he's got you there *Aoba," the black haired boy said good naturally.

"Gee thanks, Alidei." Aoba muttered, glaring at the one sitting next to him before turning back to look at Rishky. "Yeah I did, but I didn''t see anything like that." The blue haired man sighed as he lounged on the sofa.

"By the way Aoba what's up with that jacket anyway? Are you trying to emulate Primo or something?"

"Tch... For your information I started dressing like this way before I even knew who Giotto even was!" Aoba stated, sitting up a bit straighter an annoyed look in his deep blue eyes, the same color and shape of Daemon, only they were brighter and gentler, showing a side Daemon usually reserved for Veritá but now they were narrowed in annoyance.

He wore dark blue pants held up by a a stud belt of the same color and a blue shirt, however over his shirt he wore a white yellow with blue cuffed jacket that came up to just below his middle, there was a image of what appeared to be a brain on the left sleeve the collar seemed to come up to his chin.

"Che!"

"Well... at least I don't need to use illusions on it all."

Aoba stiffened but only slightly. The jacket was not something he could find here or anywhere for that matter. . . not that he was surprised about that in the least.

The small blue dog, safely wrapped in his arms prodded at his hand with his cold nose and, without opening his mouth began to speak, in a deep robotic voice that sounded like it did not belong to it at all.

"Aoba... your blood pressure is rising, you are going to overheat if you keep listening to him. Ignore him, Rishky is just trying to make noise... as usual."

Rishky stiffened, but didn't say anything more, and he gazed fondly at the dog in Aoba's arms. Everyone else in the room was silent as if nothing strange had just happened.

Aoba noticed what he was looking at, scoffed and turned around, stroking the dog gently.

"Che. Yeah... you're right, Ren."

"But it looks too big for you..."

"Rishky... if you don't shut up we'll..."

"Enough."

Though the voice was soft, lacking any sort of command the owner of the voice was enough to cause the six in the room to stop their bickering and look at the doorway at the master of the mansion. Daemon Spade, the one each and every one of them vowed their eternal loyalties to and respected with little fear, just like Veritá.

Yes, yes. Aoba from Dramatical Murder is in this story. If you are wondering how he got here and why please read Misty Humanity, a sort of prequel for this story.