Here is the second chapter!! Yeay!! I'm sorry you guys. I tried writing this as short as possible but I couldn't so this little fic turned into a three shot instead. No worries though I'm still finishing it! Without further ado the chapter!!

#Can anyone tell me how to do lines in the stories. The reason why I kept using numbers to separate scene was because I really had no idea how to do them. Can i do them Via mobile or i need to use my Laptop!! Your guidance is very much appreciated!!!

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Fran teleported them into the nearest storage room he remembered. It was small and very cramped, the whole space was filled with blue plastic chairs stacked on top of one another with instruments strewn here and there. Lussuria opened the door ajar and peered outside. His peripherals was limited but he could identify the number of guards patrolling.

'Good luck and whatever', Fran chimed, ready to start his second task.

'Yes dear and be careful', Lussuria answered not really looking at him. His head shook a little when he saw seven corpses laid in between the two group. Four of them were adults whilst the other three were students.

Lussuria managed to identify Fran's headmaster amongst the deceased. Deep within his heart he knew if the story go viral, Vongola kids will have a hard time finding education anywhere.

Byakuran was already by his side ready to pounce on their preys. Both of them was about to head out when Fran halted them.

'Luss-sempai. Something is wrong', the dread in his voice was so significant Lussuria became concerned. It wasn't often that their young charge would be affected by emotions much less fear.

'What is it?', he nearly snapped, hyper aware of the time they're wasting. Each second wasted meant another step closer to death.

'Someone is blocking my flames', Fran wheezed out. As if on cue, the door Lussuria had been holding slammed open.

'Shit', the flamboyant man muttered. Right in front of them were dozen of heavily armed men. One hasty move and their lives could be fleeting in minutes. A figure, which he guessed is the Vanguard stepped forward. He wore a grayish cloaked, his face marred with scars so bad, Luss believed he was born misshapen. That wasn't the most alarming thing though, it was the small flare of indigoon his finger.

Luss knew better than to agitate a mist, more so when his enemy had an entire squad ready to take them out. 'My oh my, what a pleasure meeting Varia's members and who is this lanky guy?'.

Byakuran smirked, he knew he was the unknown hostage. Since Haru joined Gesso, she was admant in keeping the Mare rings existence a secret. Those who're within their tight circles are the only ones who knew about them. Why did he abide the idea? It was simply amusing to say the least.

'A nobody', he squeaked. He made sure his voice came out natural. BothVaria were eyeing him, but the Sky ruler merely smiled. One predicament in their endeavors would do little to hinder him.

'Follow me. We're taking you to our boss', the hooded man gave his lackeys a signal and they went around the three of them. Both Lussuria and Fran had their hand chained with anti flame hand cuffs whilst Byakuran was cuffed with a regular one. They had four men escorting each of them.

All the hostages looked terrified and traumatized, some even had blood sprayed over their face and uniforms. Most of the women's clothes were in tatters, there's not much to guess what happened there. The men lead them to the center where a man stood arrogantly with his guards on both sides.

Byakuran nearly laughed his head off; he can clearly see the so call leader trembling in his boots. Typical, he thought. Leaders who hid behind their subordinates were meant to be slaughtered than worshipped, they're ingrates in his opinion.

The guards hit his back commanding all three of them to be on their knees. When they did, the Squad leader stepped forward, 'I caught the Varia child and his squad member flanking around the storage'.

'Good, if we manage to capture the Vongola boy. I'll double your pay, Akihito.'

Byakuran tensed, he lifted his head and examine the Squad leader, whom is known as Akihito. After taking a closer look, Akihito didn't seem to bore any connection to the Dragone familia. That was expected, yet the fact that Akihito is a mercenary is new. Gesso was supposed to be the only family that exploits flame users, counting the fact that Byakuran is the supposed supreme dictator of their future. Somehow when he withdrew the idea of exploiting, that whole scenario was rewritten from scratch.

'I hope you remember our deal Scarco', Akihito hissed.

'Yes, yes. Another hundred thousands will be banked into your account, like I said. I'll double the numbers if you can get me the Vongola boy'.

'Roux is on her way to capture him. She seemed to have encountered a bit of a problem, but no worries there's nothing we can't handle.'

Scarco nodded. He stepped off the stage and stood in front of them. The irritating smug still plastered on his face.

'How does it feel being tied up? Maybe you'll finally understand the suffering my family had to go through when you annihilated us months ago', he thundered the last sentence scaring every occupants in the room save for the three chained up guys.

'Nope not really', Fran said. That irked Scarco. He crouched down right in front of Fran. Their nose centimeters apart. The man was fuming, if his panted breath was any indication. Fran on the other hand, looked entirely bored of the whole situation.

He gripped the boy's collar pulling the teen to his feet. 'We'll see how well you talk after this', Scarco shoved Fran into the center of an armed circle. They were six men in total and all of them are aiming at a certain part of his body. Without utilizing his flames there's no way Fran can avoid death.

*Clang*

A rifle dropped onto the ground, breaking the tension. 'What the hell?', Scarco shouted. A blinding orange light coming from Lambo's classroom caught their attention. Byakuran gulped when he sensed the mix flame. He knew Sora is having one of his episodes again, if they didn't settle matters quick, things will get even uglier.

Scarco gave Akihito a nod. The hooded man sighed, he was talking to someone through an ear piece before giving his employer a green light. With a triumphant smile, Scarco raised his hand and the resounding sound of safety click being released echoed. 'Fire at my command! We need to show these people whose boss!', the man shouted again. This time, his subordinates hollered an agreement.

'Before you kill me can I beg my teachers for an A for all of my subjects and name me for The Most Outstanding Student of The Year Award. That'll be my final request. Oh! Luss-sempai don't forget to burn my room. I don't wanna fake prince to have it. Burn all my stuff and the secrets they held', they were stunned by how serious Fran was saying those things. He literally wasn't afraid to kiss death right on the mouth.

'Kid what is wrong with you?', one of the men asked.

'I have lots of problems mind you. Homeworks, fake prince, shitty school schedules.. hmm pretty much everything. So I kinda hope to end it all'.

Byakuran chuckled, he really did it right in front of all of them. 'You are a riot. No wonder these fools were easily obliterated', he commented with a smile.

'Watch your mouth or you'll be next!', Scarco thundered.

'Hmm.. go on ahead. As a matter of fact why don't you kill me first.. wait a minute.. you guys are too dumb to kill a person. Maybe I should wear something to help you aim. Come on you can draw circles on me', he arched his body forward still with a smile.

'Shut up or I'll blow your head off', the man threatened. Byakuran scoffed . 'That won't be fun now would it. Well I guess you can never hope too much from a couple of morons'.

Now there's always a reason why he was trash talking. If anything, some people aren't to be angered but most people will loose their sense of rationality when they see red, and that's exactly what Byakuran hoped for. For the record, he could kill them off right that instance but with the Mist user presence it'll be a waste, if his flames is detected that'll make the situation even more complicated. He need to take them all out at once.

He was yanked upwards by the collar by non other than Scarco. 'You piece of shit think you're so high and mighty..huh'.

'If I'm piece of shit, the what kind of ingrate are you?', Byakuran playfully asked with a mocking smile.

'Fuck you!', he was the thrown across the asphalt, and landed right in front Fran's feet. Byakuran chuckled, barely able to conceal his animosity. For each abrasion he gained, Scarco is going to loose a limb. For now, however, there's still cards to play.

'Kill them both at once!', the man commanded impatiently.

*Bang*Bang*Bang*

Six gunshots reverberated through. Instead of shouting in joy, all of them paled instead.

'Do you really think these shitty bullets are going to kill me?', surrounding both him and Fran are two of Byakuran's dragon. Their thick skin manage to repel most of the shots. Both of them survived with a minor injury, some graze here and there and a bit of flesh wound.

Byakuran's cuffs was melting right off his wrist; with a slight tug it shattered into metallic pieces. 'How about I pay you a hundred fold for your hospitality hmm?', he cooed. From beneath the earth, hundreds of transparent human limbs appeared.

It grabbed their shirts, legs and waist pinning all of them down to earth. They did try to shoot the limbs away but bullets just whizzed through it, some had tried to escaped but it manged to trip them mid way. Driven by fear, Scarco pointed his gun towards his hostages, 'Let me go or I'll shoot them', the way his voice trembled lessen the threat in his ultimatum.

Byakuran laugh maniacally, 'Oh..you got some misconception about me. You see, I don't have humanity', one of the limbs pulled his hand that held the gun and pinned it to his back. 'You can kill them as you wish and I would careless', his voice is soft like bell chimes when he stepped closer to him, 'But I certainly have zero tolerance for nitwits.' One pluck of his fingers and the limbs begins to pull Scarco's hand, until the melodious sound of bones snapping and his blood curdling screamed filled the courtyard.

'And where do you think you're going', Byakuran suddenly asked. Akihito hitched, he almost escaped the foreign man's clutches. No one can see him, he told himself. When the limbs appeared, he cloaked himself with mist flames so he would be invisible. There's no way, that lanky man could see him. Gulping, Akihito kept moving towards the front gate. His frantic heart beats lessen when he saw the exit. His cells were screaming with joy.

A tuff of green and a frog hood halted his victory. 'Hey~ it's not nice to turn away when someone is talking to you. That's bad manners. I should punish you, Genju Gagaia', Akihito barely gasped when he was showered by a group of black crows. They had razor like teeth that kept biting and tearing his flesh.

'What the hell is this!', he screamed when those fangs sunk into his shoulders. He tried to dispel them; he paled when the crows multiplied in numbers instead.

Fran was picking his nose, presumably very bored. 'Don't fire mist flames. You'll make it worse. Oh a booger!', he gingerly flick it in the man's direction.

'Then what should I do?!', he pleads. Akihito became nauseated seeing his left arm hanged limply with the bones sticking out. Before he could utter another word, one of the birds dove into his stomach creating a hole in his abdomen thus ending his life. Fran smirked when he saw Akihito's gut spilling out. He became more entranced when, the man's intestines are slowly being eaten by his crows.

'I think that's enough', with a pluck of his fingers the crows disappeared into thin air. The only sign of their presence was the badly mauled corpse lying on the ground.

Akihito lost his jaw and his tongue came rolling out along with his eyes. His left leg is gone and his right one is nothing but bones, blood sprayed everywhere tainting the ground. The man died in terror. His tense muscles is enough indication that he had been through hell.

When Fran faced the entrapped lackeys, parents and students; most of them looked horror stricken. There's a bad stench coming from all three group. Some had vomit stain on their shirt, some peed but most of them poopped in their pants. 'What?', Fran asked out of pure curiosity.

Byakuran merely chuckled whilst Lussuria tiredly sighed, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose. 'Honey, look what happen to your shirt. Those blood stains and tears are monsters! Now we need to buy you a new set and you know how stingy Mammon is', Lussuria complained.

Fran shrugged his shoulders. He went to the seven corpses. Lussuria wanted to reprimand his young charge again but stopped when he saw the barely noticeable pained look Fran was supporting.

The man put a hand on his shoulder. 'Do you know these people, Fran?', that came out soft, very soft.

'Yeah. That's my headmaster, this is my biology teacher. And some other people I don't know', he sounded fine when he talked about the adults yet when his gaze landed on the three students Lussuria managed to pick up the sullen tint in his eyes. 'This is Steve. He's my normal friend. The only one who won't make fun of me', the last part was barely above a whisper. If Lussuria hadn't been standing next to the boy, he wouldn't hear the sentence. As quickly as he got there, Fran turned around, flexing his muscles a bit, the cuffs left a bad bluish bruise on his wrist.

'Hey, Mare. Thanks for freeing me', Byakuran nodded. He used his limbs to poke and prod Scarco until he found the keys to both Varia's cuffs. The only reason Akihito wasn't able to escape in time was because he freed Fran first. Byakuran knew from the moment they stepped into the courtyard, the boy had been dying for blood.

'Time to finish my work', Fran was about to disappear when he heard a familiar childish voice hollering for help. Sora was hovering on top of them, his face tearful and pale. When the boy caught sight of his uncle, he immediately slammed into the lanky man. Tiny hand desperately clung to the fabric of his shirt.

Byakuran was vexed. There were scrapes, blood and bruises covering Sora's whole abdomen. He would kill the man responsible for making his boy tremble so bad. 'Sora, what's the matter?', he cooed softly. His hand drawing circles around the boy's back, trying to soothe his tremble.

'Mama', Sora croaked. 'Mama is bleeding'.

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Lambo had lost track of how many men, he and Bluebell had killed altogether. There were bodies everywhere; some charred whilst others lost their limbs. It wasn't within their intentions to start a massacre but they couldn't help it.

Both teen were frantic during the fight, those men kept coming like there is no end to them. Due to the apprehension, their flames became more wild and even harder to keep under control. So, some of their attacks were very much fatal for normal humans.

Lambo was scared, this is the first time he killed someone, on top of that he kept going non stop. He was afraid of himself, even more when he didn't feel even the slightest of guilt prickling in his chest. Whenever a body fell to the ground, his head kept saying. It was your fault you chose to mess with us. You could've run but you stayed. Dead or alive. It didn't matter to me.

He need to talk someone pronto, maybe one of his brothers could help. Putting that thought under his to do list, Lambo threw his focus back to his fight. Both of them barely had time to breathe and their flames are deteriorating per se. They could only last for a few more waves before collapsing from exhaustion and flame deprivation. In mafia context, that is as good as dead.

Knowing what the risk was, Lambo gripped his palms until his knuckles were white. He threw another lighting towards a couple of men and another and another until one of his attacks was blocked.

'What the-', he barely registered what happened when a foreign thing slammed the ground on his left. The explosion was deafening. Cloud of smokes erupted through the field limiting his vision. Lambo couldn't even properly hear Bluebell's screams when another one of those thing slammed her square on the face. The ringing in his ear and the headache is not something he would like to nurse right now.

'Haa...who would have thought that a couple of kids can tear down two whole squadron on their own. I guess Vongola really is a family you shouldn't mess with.'

'Who the hell are you! Show yourself', he wanted to smacked himself for the outburst. He was shaking, lethargic and definitely couldn't defend himself. Oh, but the pride of Vongola coursing through his veins made him do something unorthodox.

'The name is Roux. I'm here to capture you', a sudden gale washed over them, sweeping the sands away revealing a woman in her mid twenties. She had an asymmetrical pixie cut, black tight body suit with black boots, and black hair. Worse of all she had the half crazed look that he feared. Beside her were two rolling storm armadillos. On her hand is a storm gauntlet.

It didn't take a genius to know what almost slammed and blow him into pieces. Those armadillos are explosive, just ask the newly made crater on his left.

'So, I guess you're Vongola. What about the girl? I had never seen someone fight toe to toe with a Vongola before.'

'None of your business!', Blubell snapped. She prodded over to Lambo while holding her hand. Both of then had a nasty burn running down from her elbows to her palms and by the looks of it there's still smokes coming out of her skin.

With his partner severely injured and him tired, this is clearly a one sided fight. There's no way both of them can win against a refined flame user. Not in their condition. Not knowing what came over him, Lambo brought out two of his grenades and threw them towards Roux's direction.

'What the! It's tears gas!', she shouted.

Using the distraction, Lambo pulled Bluebell by her wrist towards their sport shed. The nearest sanctuary they had. Lucky him, Giannini tweaked some of his weapons, those tear gas would last about five minutes before the effects wear off.

He won't rejoice just yet, behind them two armadillos were rolling and hunting them down like dogs. When the small building came to view, he pushed Bluebell inside as he turned on his soles. Clapping both his hand onto the ground he called 'Cupola del fulmine!', due to the lack of energy he only manged to create half a dome but sturdy enough to withstand the armadillos attacked. 'Repel!', he twisted his hand side ways causing the sand around it to be repelled. When the armadillos slammed his dome again, they were shot back to the other end of the field.

Satisfied with his work, Lambo went in and slammed the door closed. They had only a few more minutes before that crazy lady came hunting for their heads. The only good news is, the lady seemed like the final boss. There's no more men coming after them.

He crouched down to where Bluebell was slouching. The burn on her arms was so bad he could see some of her flesh. 'Stop staring and help me. I have medications in my skirt.'

Nodding, Lambo rummaged through her skirt. He brought out a small ointment and a bottle of pills. When he opened the ointment, he was astonished to see the golden color it have. 'Can you please put it on me', Bluebell said through gritted teeth.

Her pain was unbearable and Lambo was just standing there like a fish out of water. Bluebell let out a hiss when it touched her skin. It felt like flames were being set on it and then came the itch. That felt like hundreds of red ants are nibbling her arms.

Lambo didn't utter a single word when he saw the medication seeped into her skin and burst into sun flames, quickly and efficiently mending her skin cells.

'Wow, that is so cool', he said as he clasped the ointment shut.

'Yeah.. I'll explain later. We don't have much time. Here take this', she popped open her rainbow colored pill bottle before giving him a purple colored cylindrical pill.

'Uh..I don't think there is time for candies'.

'It's not candy! That's a condensed cloud flame pill. Wrap your flames around it and eat it. The propagation attribute should help increase your flames. Simply saying we are using drugs to make more flames.'

'What are the side effects.'

'Days probably weeks of muscle crams', Blubell nonchalantly stated. She already had hers wrapped in rain flames and was in the middle of swallowing it until Lambo swatted it away.

'What is wrong with you! We don't have time for this! She's coming for our heads and we can't put up a fight without those'.

'Yes we can!', he confidently interjected.

'How?'.

'I still have ten of my grenades, and I can still launch one last major attack before completely ran out of flames. We just need to trap her here and I'll release one hell of a lightning bolt into this very shed and shock her all at once. How about that?', he stated.

In all honesty, that sounded like an okay plan. Rather than fighting the woman one on one, quickly finishing her off is definitely better. 'How are we supposed to make sure she went in?', Blubell asked. She can't believe she's playing along with this.

'How good are you in terms of getting on people's nerve?'.

Bluebell smirked, 'Let me hear your plan'.

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Roux cursed under her breath, that damn tear gas was made from pepper puree. It still stings despite the effect is wearing off. Right now her eyes were blood shot red, and her agitation was definitely isn't any better either. The only thing that kept her temper was what her animals had found. Those children were hiding in a shed not far from the field, and apparently entrapping themselves without any escape route.

She snickered. Whether they're stupid or is it a trap, she want to get it done and over with. The irritation in her eyes are very troublesome. Roux could only make out the shape of the building and the color, other than that was nothing but blur. The building was boxed like and grayish in color.

'Oi! You better come here and surrender before I kick your asses to tomorrow!', she bellowed. To prove her point, she let one of her armadillos slammed the wall of the building. Rocking its foundation. 'That's a warning and there's more where that came from!'.

Akihito told her to capture the Vongola brat but he didn't say he needed her to bring him in one piece. She wouldn't be held liable if he loose s one of his limbs, after all she only had so much patience.

'Like I'm afraid of you! You old hag!,' Lambo shouted.

'OLD HAG! I have you know I'm a beautiful 24 years old woman! Watch your mouth brat!'.

'Yeah right. You're nothing more than to an old woman who's very dependable of her box animals. I bet you couldn't beat us using you gauntlet!', Bluebell sing sang. Both of the teens step out of the shed.

Lambo was making weird noise whilst saying 'old hag' over and over again. Blubell on the other hand kept spanking her bottom and hollering 'weak old lady' like a mantra.

He then threw another three of his grenade which she easily deflect with her weapon. 'You're so dead!'.

Hearing her patience snapped, both teen sprinted into the shed, closing the door and locking it, Lambo hurriedly threw the last of his grenades into the space; filling it with tears gas. Luckily, Bluebell formed a bubble on their head, neutralizing the tear gas effect on them. With a nod of their head, they pushed a stack of chairs to one side revealing a rat hole fitting for both of them. When they were outside, they could clearly hear the door exploding into metal scraps and being thrown far into the field.

Readying himself, Lambo gathered what's left of his flames. When he heard she screamed once again, he smirked. He left seven of his tear gas grenades in there. She was hollering and banging on the walls and floor like a mad gorilla. Seeing the cracks on the walls, Lambo knew they had no time left to waste.

With a prayer he summoned all his flames into this one attack. 'Rolling thunder!', the sky on top of them darken as three lighting strikes hit the shed. Obliterating it in the process. From behind him, he could hear Bluebell screaming, 'Seashell mega explosion!', she created a ten meter explosive sea shell and send it flying towards the remnants of their shed.

Boom

The force was so immense it sent both of them flying a few meters back. Lambo let out a wheez as he pulled himself to stand up. The whole field was a mess. There's dead bodies lying here and there, a crater and some burn marks on the ground. Most prominently, the now obliterated shed and a humongous crater was formed in its place.

His arm was dislodged as an impact when he landed on the ground and he felt like he could use a one week vacation right now. 'Blubell! Blue! Are you there?', he yelled. He was trudging through the field until he caught sight of a blue hair.

Lambo smiled as he dragged himself towards her. Bluebell didn't look any better, she had scrapes on her head and knees and blood were pouring out on her face; she had to shut one of her eyes. One of her ankles looked sprained and she was sitting on the ground catching her breath.

'We did it!', she wheezed.

Lambo nodded, he couldn't be prouder of himself. He had done something worthy of a praise. Though that didn't mean they would have a save escape. They might have destroyed half the squad but there's probably more and Lambo won't take any chances. He slung one of her arms around his neck as his other hand hang loosely around her waist.

'Come on, we need to hide. Who knows when they'll call for back up'.

Bluebell paled at the prospect of fighting again. She forced herself to stand on her feet despite the flaring pain. She had no time to complain. Not when their lives are at stake.

'Ya know. You're a great big brother Lambo', Bluebell proudly said. She knew the boy had a very low self esteem, a little praise should help him boost his confidence especially since he really did earn it. Lambo was spectacular during the mission. Without him, Bluebell bet they would survive the predicament with more injuries.

Lambo blushed, he tried to ignore the fluttering butterflies in the pits of his stomach. 'Thanks Blue. That means a lot'. He became even prouder of himself, two of his youngest companion actually acknowledge him. Finally, he acted like the big boy he is.

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Haru watched her son's battle with battered breath. She knew his limits; despite being a Sky, Sora is still a five year old child. The odds are against them unless they play it well. Grunting she pulled herself together and tried her best to deflect any debris that came her way.

Sora was doing a great job avoiding the wolves and the man's attack. He kept hopping around the room like a rabbit, always missing an inch or two from being hit. One time, he jumped in between the two pouncing wolves, guns at their belly. He fired, and both of them were slammed to the opposing walls.

'Damn you!', during mid fall the man swiped his stick hitting the boy right on the rib cage slamming him into the back wall. Sora wanted to cry but he bit his lip. He can cry but not now. Shakily, the little boy stood up. He saw his mother creeping behind the man, in her hand is a leg from a broken chair. She put a finger on her mouth silently telling him to keep quiet.

He understood exactly what she meant. Grabbing his guns he focused on the man. Sora dare not to speak, for he knows if he open his mouth, nothing will came except his wailings. At least, he managed to take out both the man's box animals.

Flapping his wings vigorously, Sora rammed onto him, it could have knocked the man unconscious if only the man hadn't blocked it in time with his bamboo stick.

Using the flinging motion of the man's bamboo stick, Sora flipped mid air and landed upside down on the ceiling. 'Kid! You're good', the man grinned.

The man was ready to counter Sora's attack when the boy went straight at him. Like before, the boy twisted his body mid air, dodging his staff just an inch. The boy brought out his gun and shot both his legs.

The man screamed, the pressure was immense, he believe both his femur were fractured.When the boy landed on his abdomen, the man could feel his gut being crushed and turned to mush. The kid covered his leg with Sky flames making his landing impact so much more painful. Blood were dripping down from the corners of his mouth and nostrils. Gritting his teeth, the man grabbed Sora by the neck.

'That's enough fun for a day', he tighten his hold on the boy earning him a muffled gasp.

'You got me running for my money boy. By the-', the man never got the chance to finish his sentence when Haru struck him on the head.

He tittered forward, losing his balance. Grasping the chance, Sora raised both his gun and shot the man's chest. As a result, both of them collided with whiteboard with a loud bang, creating a man shape hole on it.

Sora was about to pass out along side his assailant, when a pair of dainty hands pulled him out of the man's grasp. It slowly turn him around and smother him in warmth he knew belonged to his mother. 'Mama!', he wailed, clutching the fabric on her chest.

'You did a great job Sora. Mama is proud of you. You're Mama's knight in shining armor just like papa'.

Sora sniffed, 'Just like Papa?', it was no secret that the little boy looked up to his father. For the boy, his father was an embodiment of every hero he had ever seen.

'Yes, just like Papa'. Sora wiped his teary face and shot her an adorable bunny like smile. 'Mama. Did you peepee?'.

Sora pat her drenched skirt. It didn't smell but the wetness is still there. Haru had to hold back her laugh, but it turned into hiss instead. The contractions sometimes was too much to bear.

'Mama?', Sora became alarmed, he never seen his mother in such pain before. The prickly feelings in his chest didn't make the situation any better either.

Haru flashed him a painful smile, 'Listen Sora. Go find your uncle. Tell him Mama is bleeding'.

She put him on the ground and pointed towards the window. A few minutes back, she heard a faint scream coming from the courtyard which she believed cased by Byakuran; meaning they had subdue the ones underground.

'B-But-', Sora held his mother's sleeve, hesitant to leave her alone and in pain.

'Mama will take one of your guns. She can fight her own battles and you know that right sweetie'.

Sora gave her a nod, still contemplating about his task. 'Go. Mama will be fine', he shot his mother one last look before jumping over the window, his angelic sky wings flutter into life.

Haru slumped on the wall next to her. She can't rest just yet, there's still work to do. Turning her head towards the unconscious man, she dragged her way over. With a grunt she pulled him out of the white board and literally sat on top of him. There's nothing else she could find useable to bind him, so she opted with her body weight instead.

Another loud explosion occurred on the field. She warily glanced to her right. There's a patch of dark clouds looming over a certain spot. A phenomenon only a Vongola is capable of doing. Then she caught sight of a huge sea shell exploding to pieces. What ever that was, she believed their young charges put up quite a fight. Right that moment, Byakuran perched on the window sill with Sora next to him. He was shocked to see her.

'Haruchi! Are you going through what I think a birthing woman is suppose to?'.

'Yes Bya-kun. Help me please,' her best friend can be a literal dimwit at the strangest of time and this is one of them.

'B-BUT! You should have another thre-'.

'Shut up you marshmallow loving freak and help me already!', she screamed. With the pain building and his constant curiosity, it's a wonder why she hadn't gnawed his head off.

'Sheesh, talk about rude', Byakuran jumped into the classroom. He carefully lifted her off the ground and held her like a princess. Haru instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Sora was right behind him, still a bit worried for his mother.

'Stay close to me and don't stray too far Sora. I'm bringing you to our mansion'.

As they were flying away from the premise, she could see the aftermath of their war. It was horrendous; a total abomination. The field is brazen and the color of red kept on dripping down on the earth tainting it. 'Those poor unfortunate souls', she murmured.

'I pity those you got showered with your baby's fluid.'

Haru shot his a look of disbelief, 'Really Bya-kun? Really'.

'What! I'm trying to lighten the mood here. Geez, you're becoming more of a jerk when you're in labor Haruchi'.

'Oho.. you've no idea about the strings of profanities I would throw at your face if you pull one of your lame comments again', that shut him up alright.

As their journeyed back to Gesso's mansion, Haru was left alone to nurse her pain. When they arrived, she was wheeled to their operation room as Byakuran whisked Sora for a check up. Right after that, he called Lussuria. There's so much he ought to handle.

'One problem after another', he sighed when the other end answered.