A/N: By popular demand, I bring you a second chapter!

Also, someone asked why the Vendice called Sorako a Little Sun when she was an heir to the Vongola and therefore had to be a Sky, right?

No.

Sorako is a Sun (I point you back to Nono's visit when they were six and her yellow glowing eyes). This is why her first reaction when protecting her brother or when she's angry is physical. The Sun's Abilities are Stimulation and Augmentation, and its Power is Activation. From the research I've done, Sun's tend to be very physical. They are healers and motivators and meant to encourage you to keep going on.

They use their bodies to protect their Sky.

Before anyone says anything, yes, Lightning/Thunder (Depending on your translation) Guardians are similar, if not even better suited. After all, their abilities are Hardening, Protection, and Solidifying, with their Power of Hardening. The Lightning/Thunder draws attacks away from their Sky. They are the distraction, the one who calls the Enemies focus.

But Suns are there when Lightning fails.

So, Sorako, who defends her brother with her fists and words, who encourages him, however subtly, to be stronger and more confidant, is a Sun, with a bit of secondary Sky (Mukuro likes her, need I say more about the potency of her minor Sky Aspect?). She has also inhereted a version of the Vongola Hyper Intuition in the form of her affectionately named Rage Monster.

So, she CAN be the Vongola Heir, but she would never have been as strong a Sky as Tsuna and Reborn knows this. If nothing else, she would be a temporary fill-in while he convinced Tsuna to take over.

Hope that explained some things!

Enjoy!

Dearly Beloved

I struggled with the many, many bags of groceries I was attempting to carry. The Sawada Household was bigger than ever, with myself, Kaachan, Yoshi, all three of the younger children, Mukuro and his friends ("Kufufufufufu, they are minions, Sora-Chan" he'd always insist, but I knew better), little Chrome-Chan (who was ridiculously adorable, with her mimicry of Mukuro, like a little duckling. He preened like a mother swan too, though he was more likely to stab you than admit it), Hayato-Kun (who had actually fainted from hunger in class the other day, which lead to Yoshi and I finding out that he had been rationing his meager paycheck from working at a store, towards cigarettes and bombs, with a little bit of food, occasionally), Takeshi-Kun (Who only visited), the Sasagawa Siblings (To Yoshi's blushing delight), a child/cosplay obsessed girl named Haru, and Hibari-Sempai (who I was pretty sure only showed up with the excuse that our large, rowdy group was disturbing Namimori's peace in order to hide the fact that he was obsessed with Kaachan's yakitori, which he always hoarded and ate all by himself, no matter how much Kaachan and Yoshi made…).

Oh, and I could never forget Reborn-Sensei, who ate enough for seven teenagers every meal. If he wasn't tutoring all of Tsuna's friends and myself (In Mafia Law because, apparently, I had genuinely impressed him with that thing with the Vendice, enough that he determined I could be a Negotiator or Family Lawyer), and who was helping pay for any and all damage caused to our home, I would complain more about his eating habits…

Oh, and not to forget the bi-weekly visits of Bianchi to visit Hayato-Kun and Reborn-Sensei.

Well, as I was saying before. All those people equal a huge grocery list and bill (which Reborn-Sensei was actually paying for, which helped Kaachan out immensely and, had he been an adult, I would have tried pushing the two of them together. Kami knows Tousan hasn't been around in seven years, and I was tired of Kaachan being lonely all the time and Reborn-Sensei was already proving himself to be a better father-figure than Tousan ever had been…). It was my turn to go shopping for the food, and, while I was technically supposed to have help, some big Mafia Thing was happening, and so I found myself trying to carry the many, many groceries home…

And failing.

Badly.

"Son of a-!" I started as I was forced to try and move my bags around again. I cut the curse off with a sharp click of teeth, however, because my Grandma would have tanned my hide if I'd ever cursed, no matter my age. Instead, I breathed through my gritted teeth, slowly and deeply, and, closing my eyes, tried to think the problem through.

I could carry over half the bags easily enough, I knew, but that would leave at least six bags that couldn't be carried, and, with how expensive groceries are, I have no wish to leave them lying about to get ruined in the sun.

What do I do now? I wondered unhappily, staring down at the six bags morosely.

"Ushishishishi," a voice laughed behind me; I blinked and glanced over my shoulder, because, seriously, I'd only ever known Mukuro to have a strange laugh. And now, here I was, suddenly finding myself nearly face-to-face with a teenage boy wearing a horizontally striped red-and-black shirt, a fur-lined black jacket, and a silver tiara on one side of his blond head, his hair completely covering his eyes and leaving only his sharp, razor grin to be seen.

"The peasant is blocking the Princes way," he told me, Japanese flawless and without a hint of accent, yet still not sounding native. Kind of like Reborn-Sensei's and Bianchi's did at times…

His words registered, and I felt my face heat up, embarrassed.

"A-ah, sorry!" I told him, smiling sheepishly. "I was trying to get all these groceries home but my usual helpers are off doing some weird thing for my older brother!" Quickly, and without thought, I'd slipped into Kaachan-mode, which, I've found, seems to somehow make the best of all situations, which is weird, but delightfully helpful. The blond—Prince?—tilted his head, still smilng, before he stepped forward and neatly plucked up the six extra bags of groceries from the ground.

"The Prince does not do peasants work," he informed me, and I automatically shifted my body so that he could add the extra groceries on top of the heavy pile in my arms, because that was the exact same tone Reborn-Sensei usually used when he wanted you to do something, so I was expecting a similar response…

What I got, instead, was this "Prince" taking half the bags from my arms as well, and carrying them all on one arm, leaving me with all the lighter bags that I could carry on one arm as well. He offered me a sharp, gleaming smile, and his free arm, as if escorting me to the ball.

"But the Prince was raised a gentleman, and it would be most UN-Princely to leave a cute girl in such a state, even if she is a peasant." Staring, wide-eyed, I felt my cheeks heat up rapidly, and shyly slipped my arm through his. Then, arm in arm, carrying the groceries, we walked down the street together.

"Ano," I started uncertainly after a few moments of silence. "May I ask your name, Your Highness?" I asked; this boy claimed himself a Prince and was helping me carry my things, the least I could do is treat him well.

"Ushishishishi," the boy chuckled easily. "Prince Belphagor, though you, peasant, may call the Prince, Prince Bel." I nodded my head, and blinked as Bel all but lifted me over a deep, water-filled crack in the sidewalk. I thanked him, he ushishishi'd, and we continued on.

"My name's Sawada Sorako," I told him cheerfully, deciding to just roll with it and settle into my Kaachan Mask. "But you can call me Sora or Sorako or whatever you'd like. I sincerely appreciate your helping me carry my things, Prince Bel," I chirped earnestly and wonderingly blinked as I felt the arm cradling mine tense. Wow, this boy has some serious muscle, I thought, blinking again as he laughed his strangely endearing little laugh.

"The Prince is pleased, then, little kitten," he announced; I felt my face heat again in as many minutes, and scolded my hormone-driven teenaged body sternly. I did not need a crush right now, seriously! To cover up the fact that my young body found the slightly-older boy attractive, I decided to chatter his ear off like Kaachan did.

"So, is your kingdom very large?" I asked guilelessly; he tilted his head slightly, his tiara flashing in the sunlight.

"The Princes Kingdom is not the biggest, but it is larger than the little kittens town three times over," he informed me; I 'ooh'd curiously.

"Do you have a lot of Subjects?" I asked. "And how are they doing? Is their economy fairing well with the recent incline of prices around the world?" Bel's smile actually seemed to widen, and yet, if I was reading him right, the corners were softer, as if he was pleasantly surprised yet confused at the same time. Maybe no one ever asked him about his Kingdom and just assumed the Prince was only the Prince of himself and left it at that.

"The Princes Kingdom holds one hundred seventeen thousand, and fourteen Subjects as of this June," he rattled off easily. "The Prince has a contingent of eighty-two Subjects under the Princes Command within his Famiglia, so, all together; the Prince has one hundred, seventeen thousand, and ninety-six Subjects in total, currently." I whistled, impressed. The Prince grinned at me, and laughed his unique laugh, before continuing. "The economy of the Princes Kingdom is doing better than some, but the Prince knows it could be better, however it is difficult for the Princes Kingdom to get certain products and produce so the Economy is suffering to a displeasing degree." I winced and nodded along, and listened attentively as Bel proceeded to explain that his Kingdom (who he refused to name due to his allegiance with an apparent Mafia Family, and that he didn't want his enemies to trace back to his Kingdom and cause problems there.) had a hold of one of the main producers of exotic animal capturing for most Zoos and research facilities, and that they had an abnormally large number of wolves and tigers, which was one of the apparent reasons he wore stripes and a fur-lined jacket, because they were symbols of strength in his Kingdom.

As we walked, we chatted, my Kaachan Mask pulling information forward easily, and that's how I found out that the Varia, his Family, was here to challenge Yoshi for the Rite to Lead the Vongola, which, while confusing, I managed not to question. I'd figure it out in a little while. Just like I figured out which topics to avoid at all costs, namely his blood-family, his Family-family, his eyes, and, weirdly enough, tapioca pudding. So, whenever I stumbled onto one of these "Forbidden" topics, I felt that stiffening in the arm cradling mine, and promptly babbled about my own connection to said topic until I'd "accidentally" wandered into a tangent on something completely different which would make him laugh his laugh and relax his iron-stiff muscles (Seriously, how could someone with such strength in a single arm not be super buff?!).

Soon, we arrived at the, for once, quiet Sawada House, and I quickly invited Bel in for tea. After hesitating a brief moment, he grinned his razor-sharp grin, laughed, and agreed. As soon as I opened the door, I saw something I hadn't in a long while. Something that was probably one of the worst things to show up when we had a Royal Guest.

Tousan, in an unconscious, drunken sprawl on the floor, in nothing but his boxers.

I twitched sharply, my Kaachan Mask slamming off to show blank, frigid eyes as the Rage Monster in the back of my head snarled furiously. I took a slow, deep breath, and managed a tight grin at the no-longer-smiling Bel, who just tilted his head and kept his "eyes" on me.

"If you'll follow me into the kitchen, Your Highness," I told him with resolved calmness, unknowing that my eyes were glowing golden yellow.

"…" He tilted his head, and smiled, bright and vicious and sharp.

"Ushishishishi, as you wish, little kitten," he told me easily; I nodded and silently lead him to the kitchen, where Kaachan was all but glowing with loving joy at Tousan being there, humming as she cooked a feast.

"Ah, Sora-Chan!" She squealed, beaming as she twirled over to me. I managed a smile as she happily plucked the bags from my hands.

"Kaachan, this is Prince Bel," I told her, gesturing to Bel, who just grinned at my mother as he stepped forward with his armful of groceries. "Can you make him some tea? I've got to go help Tousan with something." Kaachan cooed at Bel, babbling about his tiara and how she liked his hair and how nice it was that I'd brought home one of my friends instead of just hanging out with my brothers. While they bonded over giggles and Ushishishishi's, I filled a tall glass with cold water and walked back into the living room to stand over my Tousan.

"Tousan~!" I sang out loudly, happily, and watched as bloodshot blue eyes groggily blinked open, and a dazed, drunken smile crossed his relatively good-looking face. Tousan flung his arms wide over the floor, motioning his hands in a 'come here' gesture, obviously wanting a hug.

"Sora-hime~!" He slurred delightedly; still smiling brightly, I dumped the ice cold water on his head.

"HIEEEEE!"

…I guess that I now know where Yoshi got his scream.

"Get up and get dressed, Tousan," I told the barely-dressed man as he hopped around, flailing worse than an embarrassed Yoshi on a good day. "Not only is it incredibly inappropriate for you to be so underdressed in front of your daughter, but we have a guest over, and there are children in the house. If you want to go back to sleep, go to your bed, but you will not be passed out on the floor in the middle of the living room," I scolded him sternly, the Rage Beast in my head growling angrily, my eyes glowing bright yellow as he stared at me with a wounded look. "It's good to see you, I love you, get yourself set up properly," I continued unflinchingly, crossing my arms over my chest and lowering my voice so it had no chance of reaching the kitchen, where I could hear Kaachan giggling and Bel laughing his laugh and the chink of tea cups. "You are the Head of CEDEF and a full grown man, Tousan. You should know better. Especially considering the Ring Battle thats about to go on," I hissed, glowering darkly at him as he gaped for a few seconds, before his whole face closed off and he looked at me with deadly seriousness.

"How do you know about that, Sorako," he asked, more of a statement than a question, and I gave him a sharp glare.

"It's kinda hard to miss, Tousan," I snapped quietly, glancing superstitiously towards the kitchen as Kaachan laughed brightly, catching Tousan's immediate softening at the noise, before he focused again.

"…I'll go get dressed," he finally said; I nodded. As he stepped past me, however, I reached out and caught his wrist in my hand, making him pause. Silently, I met his eyes, and smiled brightly, filled with warmth, eyes glowing brightly as I beamed.

"Welcome home, Tousan," I told him, honest, and he blinked, before his entire body just sort of melted and he cooed, scooping me up into a hug and kissing my cheek, swinging me a bit as I laughed, shoving at him ineffectively as he got my clothes wet and rubbed his soaked hair purposefully against my face. "Tousan!" I laughed; he chuckled and set me down, cupping my cheek gently and smiling down at me softly.

"My little Hime is growing up so fast," he whispered, before booping me on the nose and flouncing happily away. Shaking my head, I returned to the kitchen, only to find Kaachan showing off the photo album she had of me as a child (Yoshi had his own, and then we had our combined one, too). Instantly, seeing that it was on the picture of me dressed as a lion for Halloween, making 'rawr' motions at the camera, my face flushed red.

"Kaachan!" I yelped; the two of them looked up, and Bel started cackling at how red my face no doubt was, while Kaachan just beamed at me.

"Oh, Sora-Chan!" She cheered happily, twirling over to me to wrap me up in a hug. "Your boyfriend is so sweet and nice! I'm so happy you finally brought him home!" I blanched and stared up at her, feeling slightly light headed at both her words and at how fast the blood in my face had gone away.

My what?!

I turned my wide, stunned eyes on Bel, who just grinned back at me, lounging in the chair like it was a throne, spinning his full cup of tea rapidly on one hand and not even sloshing the steaming liquid, the show off.

"Ushishishishi, little kitten, I told you she would approve of our love!" He cheered brightly, and, honestly, I didn't know what threw me off more.

That the Prince told my mother we were dating, and had apparently had been for a while, or that he hadn't spoken in third person for the first time in the hour and a half I'd known him.

Whatever. Something told me that there would be no convincing Kaachan that we weren't dating, and that Bel was more than amused to keep the charade up, so, well.

Adaptation is key to survival, right?

So, instead of freaking out, I beamed at him happily and nodded.

Challenge accepted.

"Ooh, I can't wait to tell your Tousan!" Kaachan squealed; I saw Bel's muscles twitch and my grin turned slightly wicked.

"Tell me what, my beautiful flower~?" Tousan asked brightly; I've never seen a smile go as ridged as Bel's did just then and, as Kaachan introduced Tousan to my 'boyfriend', I watched vindictively, as the Prince paled and a single bead of sweat slid down the side of his neck.

"WHAT?!" Iemitsu roared, blazing blue eyes flashing towards Bel, who gulped and nervously Ushishishishi'd

Ah, revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge.

~(Line Break)~

So, I was invited as a spectator to the Ring Battle and, as the pink-haired Cervello lady informed everyone of what would happen, the order of the battles, and all that jazz, I carefully went over my plan of attack. I'd done extensive research while Yoshi was training, and, when the lady asked if there were any questions, I raised my hand and stepped forward.

Time to fire the first, and hopefully final, shot.

"Actually, I have a point of contention," I called, and sent my brother a bright, Kaachan-like smile when he looked worried. The Cervello lady nodded at me to come forward, which I did. Beaming brightly, bouncing on my toes and channeling Kaachan so hard that I could practically feel my hair turn brown and flowers and sparkles surrounding me, I lifted a finger up in a lecturing gesture and, smiling, started to speak.

"According to Vongola Law Twelve Dash A point One, as Ordered in the Vongola Terzo and since Voted into continuity with every Vongola Don since his reign, in order to prevent a repeat of the frankly horrible leadership of Vongola Secondo, it is Law that anyone of Direct Descent to Vongola Primo will always be chosen before any other of less-pure blood, and that, the descendant with the purest or closest relation, with certain exceptions such as age, handicaps, and mental instability, will be the only ones eligible for becoming Don. The Ring itself will react negatively in the event that someone of a different line were to try and wear it. It is a safety measure placed to also keep imposters from claiming they are the Vongola Don." Still smiling, I swayed a little from side to side as I continued onward blithely.

"Considering this, I prove my point on contention, which is that this Ring Battle is completely pointless, considering that Varia Don, Xanxus, is a direct descendant of Vongola Secondo and therefore ineligible to be the Vongola Decimo instead of my brother, who is, after our father, the closest eligible descendant to Vongola Primo directly The Ring itself will reject Xanxus as Don." Everyone was staring, a good number gaping, much like they had when I'd argued with the Vendice. I just continued to bounce and logically beat them around the head.

This was fun.

"Of course, Xanxus is still a member of the Vongola Bloodline through Secondo, however he would only be able to contend Yoshi-Nii's position in a Court, before two Neutral Famiglia, such as the Cervello," I nodded at them, "the Vendice, or the Arcobaleno," I nodded at Reborn and the tiny baby sitting on my 'boyfriends' shoulder. "And, even if he did, he would not only need proof that Yoshi-Nii is or would be a horrible Don, but would also need a proven candidate of Vongola Primo's descent that could replace Yoshi-Nii. Even then, the two Neutral parties would vote on the given evidence and the previously recorded performance of the two cadidates, and there would be no battle of anything. So!" I clapped my hands together, lacing my fingers in front of me and beaming over at the stunned, slightly-pale Cervello sisters.

"My point of contention is that this Ring Battle is illegal and the results of it inconclusive and ineligible for argument, no matter who would have won. Therefore, no battle needs to happen at all." My piece done, I leaned back, stopped bouncing, and just beamed and waited for the fireworks. My brother and a good chunk of his Guardians were gaping. Hibari-Sempai looked torn between mildly impressed and furious that I was stopping the battle. Reborn was hiding his eyes with his fedora but had a smug smirk on his lips, and Tousan was 'manfully' weeping about his 'clever little Hime'. The Cervello were looking like they were desperately trying to salvage the situation. Pretty much all the Varia were blank (except for Bel, who was laughing so hard he was wheezing.).

"Hmph, Trash," Xanxus said, smirking coldly over at me; I beamed beneath my Kaachan Mask and his eye twitched a little bit.

It was the start of a hilarious Alliance between the Vongola and the Varia…

As long as Bel and Tousan were never left alone in the same room.

Ever.

A/N: Here you guys go, due to popular demand! ^-^

I really SHOULD be working on the next chapter to Kiss of Iron but its just not interesting me at the moment, so I've been procrastinating like a bad girl (Sulks) Sorry, so, here you go! Extra stuff! ^-^

Not much Tsuna/Sorako interaction at all, but, y'know, a lot of people wanted to see her reaction to the Varia and so, there you go! Not much, but, meh! ^-^

Oh, and the population number for Bel's Kingdom (ALL THOSE FACTS I MADE UP) is actually the Population of a town I live in, from the 2013 count, so (Shrugs)

Hope you had fun reading this!

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