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She gasped loudly, instinctively trying to clamp shut her mouth. His eyes widened out of shock.

He rushed towards her quickly. Tripping over his own stray dynamite, he collided against her form, successfully shutting up the women.

"Shh…Shh…I'm not going to hurt you, only if you don't make a noise…So keep quiet and cooperate with me, woman!" He growled at her, tightening the grip he had over her mouth.

Damn it, at this rate, scaring her to death was the only option. All his dynamites were soaking wet, and the dry ones were still in his spare of clothes inside his waterproof bag.

Thank god, she was just a woman…whom he had never seen before. His eyes bored into hers, her breathing coming out ragged.

She was scared. On top of that, she wasn't even supposed to be here. He read the mission briefings a million times, and it never mentioned about a female famiglia member. She couldn't be a maid; the room was far too luxurious for that.

His eyes slowly trailed the surroundings of her room, much to her confusion. Her breathing slowed down, as she followed his gaze, her mouth still clamped shut.

Yes, the room was far too luxurious. The room was decorated with mythical tapestries- she even had a self portrait of her, though it was snug behind the door. Maybe, she didn't like the way she looked in it.

Bah, women.

The king sized bed had draperies warmly enveloping it, and from the looks of it, it was handmade. She chose her favorite colour for this.

Such a spoiled brat, reminded him of himself. Again… Bah, women. The most puzzling question was, who was she?

She has to be a mistress maybe, but she looked all most his age…Maybe even younger, but then in the case of mistresses you could never tell.

She wasn't supposed to be here, and it would ruin all his plans. It was supposed to be a stealth mission, that's all.

His eyes trailed her form, instinctively looking away as a steady shade of pink dusted his cheeks. Damn it, she was fucking half naked.

"O-okay…W-who are you?!"He sputtered, trying to keep the growl in his voice. She stared at him blankly. Maybe this thief was a wimp; he suddenly lost his confidence all of a sudden.

Damn it.

He quickly pulled away from her. Grabbing the stray bed sheet, he quickly threw it at her, looking away amidst it all.

She quickly wrapped herself with it, along with the towel, as she steadily stood up. He growled under his breath, as he ruffled his silver locks in frustration.

She leaned against the wall, heavily breathing, as she silently reached for the door handle. She might as well, try to get away, when his back was turned away from her.

Her lips quivering, she gently unlatched the door, instinctively garnering his attention. Damn it, she was trying to escape.

"Take one more step…And there won't be a single piece of you left…" He said slowly, grasping the dynamite sticks firmly in his hands.

He was planning to blow her up?! What kind of animal was he?! He had to be one of those gold diggers.

"Step away from the door, before I blow you up…And trust me when I'm saying this, I'm not like that baseball freak…I'm dead serious…"

Baseball who?

"I said step away from the door!"

Taken aback by his voice, she stepped away from it. She crouched near her bed, hoping that some miracle would save her from this bomb maniac.

He sighed in exasperation, as he stared at the panic stricken girl.

"Now, tell me who are you…and what connections do you have with this mafia family?"

"Mafia?...I don't know what you're talking about…Please don't kill me…"

"Gah…Woman, I'm not going to kill you…Wait, you expect me to believe that you don't know about the mafia, when you're practically living in one?"

"All I know is they originated from Italy…I don't know anything else about the Mafia…My uncle is a politician, that's why he lives in this-"

"Wait…and your uncle's name is?"

"Colombo…"

He began to bitterly chuckle, ruffling his silver locks.

"I guess he didn't tell you…"He said softly, staring at the girl. Should he tell her then, or maybe just like the Judaime he just wanted to keep her safe.

"He didn't tell me what?!...Don't tell my uncle is involved in the mafia of all things?!" She exclaimed, completely forgetting her fear and the fact that she was conversing with…some silver haired guy, who broke into her house.

Well, he didn't have to say anything. She guessed it, so he might as well, continue, or maybe she was just acting dumb.

"Well, he is the Don of this specific mafia family, everyone knows that…But the question is who are you, women?" He grunted at her, glancing at the moonbeams shining in.

He still had time to interrogate her, and get the documents out as well.

"Oh my god!…I'm the niece of a mafia boss…Cool but at the same time terrifying, that means maybe my parents were involved in it too…Ugh…I can't believe he didn't tell me…"She said, mostly to herself, out of disbelief.

He threw his hands in exasperation, facing away from her. Was she actually telling the truth? He didn't trust her one bit.

He would have to ask Shamal about her, before taking her words.

"You, women…What's your name?"He said ignorantly, pointing at her.

"[Name]…Mister, if you don't mind me asking…Umm…Who are you?" She asked slowly, lifting her gaze towards the silver haired male.

He still didn't trust her enough.

"Try anything funny and I'll kill you…I'm from the mafia as well, right hand man to be exact-"He quickly clamped his mouth shut, at his own ramblings. He was almost going to reveal not-so-important information to her.

"I didn't want to know that…I meant your name…"

He blinked at her. Wasn't this girl intimidated at all, by him?! Maybe, it was his fault for being somewhat nice to a girl.

Stupid rule of the famiglia; respect women. That was total bull, but Reborn-san and Judaime…

"My name is…Gah, you don't need to know…"He growled at her, throwing his hands in exasperation. He grasped her hand, pulling her up.

"Look, as far as records go, you claiming to be his niece doesn't exist…"

"What do you mean? You think I'm lying…"

"I know you are, woman…"

"B-but I'm not…I swear…"

"Fine, then prove it…Lead me to his office…If you really are his niece, you probably know every inch of this place…" He said roughly, tugging on her arm. Her lips quivered again.

There was no escape from him.

"I'm not lying…I'll take you there…Just don't kill anyone…" She said slowly, the tears streaming down her face. He clicked his tongue, loosening the grip he had on her arm.

She was just too damn stupid to believe the lie he had just said.

xXx

He shoved her roughly onto the leather chair, swiftly tying her arms to the chair. As good as gold, she was right. She led him directly to the office-still wrapped in the bed sheet that he had thrown at her.

It was too damn easy, especially with her, to get to the office. They just let her waltz in; they were half-sleepy too, looking rather drunk.

And he used his smoke bombs to ninja through the door. It was already dark in the first place.

"Don't try to escape…I rigged the chair just now with dynamites…"

Well, he wasn't exactly telling the truth. He was half bluffing. He had them in his pocket anyway. She believed him, anyway.

She sniffled, carefully wiping away her tears.

He rolled his eyes.

He sighed under his breath, as he lifted his gaze towards her. Shrugging off his thoughts, he rummaged through the drawers. His eyes skimmed through anything that he deemed important.

By the looks of it, they had a lot of money passing in and out these days, as opposed to the multiple debts they had almost ten years ago.

"Ten years ago…"He mumbled under his breath, flipping the next page. He threw the files onto the table, instantly falling to his knees. He rummaged under the table, lifting it to see if anything was hidden there.

"You better not try to escape, women, when my guard is down…"He grunted, pulling the hidden file from under the table.

She nodded meekly.

"So, this is what Reborn-san wanted…The blue file…"

"Woman, seems like your uncle is on the black side of the mafia…"

"Black side?"

"No wonder, he didn't tell you…Well, at least you were telling the truth…"He said nonchalantly throwing the file at her.

She quickly caught it, flipping opening it.

"These are…"

"Lists of people he killed, or had killed…In the past twenty years or so…You've been on the list for ten years now…"He said smirking at her… So much for the niece story.

"W-what…He wants me killed-"

"Yeah, now I'm wondering if you're his niece…I'm wondering why he would want you killed, woman."

xXx

She hugged her pillow tightly, silent tears streaming down her face. Her uncle never loved her, the only family she thought she had, was gone.

She tossed to the side, clutching the dynamite sticks he had given her in one hand, the other grasping the red lighter that he had tossed at her.

"I'll be back, women…I need to ask my Judaime what to do…He would never abandon you…So take this…They haven't tried to kill you yet…Means they want something from you…For now…Keep this…" He muttered that day, as he grazed down the window.

He threatened her to keep the window open. It was funny, how she was listening to a complete stranger as opposed to her guardian.

She would have never believed it, if she hadn't seen her name on the black list. Were her parents…as well…

He uttered something else that day.

"Keep the window open, women…And this time, try to wear some clothes…"

He might have been lying, but then she believed it.

xXx

"But then, the women, she-"

"That's what's interesting here…There are no records of her anywhere…It's like she had been shielded and cut off from the entire world…Trapped almost…And because of that its impossible to find out anything about her..So, what do you say, get some pictures of her…maybe naked…easy for me to find more information about her then-"

"Damn, you old pervert…Gah, I'll get you pictures, but not the kind that you fucking want okay!" Gokudera yelled, almost close to snapping at his perverted ex-tutor who is sometimes also his current.

He stood up, willing to walk away from the room.

"Oh, by the way, he wants you to keep her safe…He needs more proof as well to get rid of that family permanently…"

Gokudera faced Shamal, his lips uttering the words, "Judaime…"

xXx

He impatiently tapped on the window, loud enough only for her to hear. Cursing herself, she rushed towards the window. Confirming it was him, she gently pushed it open.

He rolled his eyes, as he stumbled into her room.

"Sorry, Silver haired…guy…Uncle called me to speak about some missing files-"

His eyes flared up, as he glared at her, waiting for a pleasing answer.

"I lied…I didn't tell him it was you…I don't know your name, anyway…Not that I would tell if I knew…"

"Here, keep this…"He said quickly, shoving stray mini-dynamites onto her hand. They were small, but he thought they were enough for a woman to handle.

"It will keep you safe, so throw right, okay woman?"

She nodded, stuffing them under her bed, with the rest of the ammo he gave her. He quickly cut to the chase, asking to take a picture of her.

"They need more proof…So I need more information from his office and also from you…It's the only way to help you get away…It's not like you can swim with me all the way to Vongola HQ"

She hesitated. It was her uncle after all. What were they planning to do to him?

Reluctantly, she agreed to help him, keeping her bedroom window open for him, almost every week. He promised that he would help her, and also the most important thing, what exactly happened to her parents?

It was the only reason; she agreed to help the silver haired stranger.

xXx

His visits became more frequent. He didn't even need to sneak into his office anymore. [Name] would have already, made a copy of all the hidden and even the not so important files, ready to hand it over to him when he entered through her bedroom window.

This mission was supposed to be a full stealth mission. He would have already failed the mission, due to his contact with [Name], but he assured them that she was the inside man, and that she was innocent.

It was like something forced him, and only him, to go back to her mansion. Yamamoto even offered to take up the mission that he so hated in the beginning. Gokudera instantly refused, yelling obscenities, as he chased him out of his office.

It was almost two months, now. Two months since, he accepted the mission, causing him to accidently stumble onto her.

He even lost count of the number of dynamites he had handed over to her. He would always keep aside a few for [Name].

So far, they haven't tried to harm her, and the information they gathered was slowly building up. He had gathered enough information for his Judaime to tear down that despicable mafia family.

He needed one more though; the final legal proof.

She gently pushed open the window, as she stared at the full moon above her. He was the first person she had ever had a chance to talk to, like an equal.

She never had anything to say to him. The only conversation she could build up with him was about the mafia, and the new files she handed over to him.

What could she tell him, anyway? The new books she read, how happy she gets-every time he enters the room.

She could listen to him speak forever. She finally found someone who would talk to her; he was the only one anyway.

He sometimes forced her to speak, something about how she should also say something, and that it was stupid to be the only one speaking.

The familiar tapping on the window, interrupted her thoughts. She turned to face him, who was already seated contently on the window sill.

"You looked like you were spacing out, woman…So I tapped the open window…"He said, slugging his hands into his wet pockets, as he entered the room.

"Here…"She said, handing him over the spare clothes that he had left the other day.

"Did you get the files?" He said slowly, knowing that he had more than enough information for everything.

"Yes…It's on the table like usual…"

He nodded, nonchalantly taking off the wet shirt sticking onto his skin. Water droplets that clinged onto his perfectly sculptured back, were heavily defined by the moonbeams falling on him.

He ruffled his silver locks lightly, sprinkling droplets on to the already wet carpet. It sloshed every time he moved.

She stared blankly at him. His abs, perfectly defined, the water droplets clinging onto them desperately. It looked so smooth surprisingly, his wet silver locks wavering with every single gesture.

It's not like she has never seen him, without his shirt. In fact, she has, a countless number of times, but today, it felt different.

His eyes flickered to her form, the heat rising to his cheeks. Knowing this indecent girl was watching him only made it worse.

Today, it felt different. He knew he wasn't here for the files. Part of him came back for the mission, the other for something else, something that he had felt recently.

He could never stop thinking about her. He even helped Shamal with the research, just to make sure he wasn't trying to find out anything irrelevant about her. He did though, Shamal almost Vongola googled her bra size- and he wasn't interested in that one bit.

He took a wavering step towards her. She was so close. He reached towards her, placing his hand on her cheek, cupping it gently.

Before he could regret anything, he kissed her.

He kissed her. His fingers trailed to her chin, tilting it upwards, as he deepened the kiss. His lips molded against hers, their bodies forced itself together- his bare chest against hers.

She moaned against his lips, as their tongues intertwined together. He gently pushed her against the bed, trapping her palms beneath his, just like his mind trapped with thoughts of her.

He quickly broke apart from the kiss, slowly drifting towards her neck- his nose gently trailing her cheek. Her breathing came out ragged, as his tongue circled her neck, before lacing it with kisses.

She gasped with every kiss he gave, the hold she had on his silver locks tightening by the second. His eyes met hers for a second, before her retreated to her neck again- his fingers raising the hem of her T-shirt.

His rough hands caressed the side of her stomach, eliciting an unexpected moan from her lips. And that's when he realized, that he couldn't do it.

He couldn't do it to her.

"[Name]…We shouldn't be doing this…"He said slowly, getting off the bed. He shoved his shirt into his bag, grumbling along with it.

"Why?"

"Because it's not right…I shouldn't be…Tch…This was a mistake…" He said quickly, grabbing the file off the table. Without even reading the contents, he shoved them inside his bag.

"Wait…A mistake?...Ah, I get it…You used me to get all the information, and now that you got everything you're going to abandon me here…"She said sniffling, as she quickly wiped the tears streaming down her face.

It was a mistake to trust him.

She crouched near her bed, grabbing the box that contained a variety of dynamite that he given her, to be safe he said.

It was bull.

She shoved it onto him.

"Woman, it's not what you think-"

"It is what I think! I never said anything wrong to you…I did what you said…I don't care if you want to abandon me here…But pretending that you were my friend…You knew that I would fall for you one way or another…And all this while, you're more ruthless than my uncle…I rather die with him, than even step outside this prison with you…It was my home before you came along…I wish I died unknowingly, than having to meet you…I wish I died before I met you!"

"[Name]…Oi…Listen to me…"

She wiped her tears, as she headed towards her table. She opened the drawers, taking out the rest of the papers. She threw it at him and said, "There, that's everything…Now you don't need to come back…Go back to your precious Judaime that you've been telling me about..."

Reluctantly grabbing the sprawled papers, he shoved them into his bag. He really didn't care, anymore.

"Woman, I'm giving you one last chance to listen to me…Let me explain…I-"

Before he could even say anything else, she walked towards her bathroom, and slammed shut the door.

"Damn it, fuck she's stubborn...Like I care…I never liked her in that way anyway…"He grumbled under his breath, as he grazed down the windows- his heart heavy.

She trusted him so easily. Her naïve-ness of the true motives of the people outside the world, led to her own downfall.

She trusted him, like she would have done for anyone who uttered the words "Trust me…"

Her lack of knowledge of society's true motives, made her go back to her uncle- when she realized that he was the only true home left for her all along.

Completely forgetting that her name was on the black list, she decided that the silver haired stranger was a liar. Her uncle would never treat her like that-used and finally betrayed.

She never told him, though, about the silver haired male. She never told him, anything. She kept that promise, and secret hidden.

Because no matter what, she couldn't trap the feelings she felt for him in her heart. That was until, one of Colombo's subordinates found a damp white long sleeved shirt-the scent of Bvlgari still lingering on it-,right near [Name]'s bedroom window, that was still open.