Surprisingly, the coming days were unusually peaceful. There were no attacks, no ambushes and nothing that caught their attention. This, instead, made them more wary.

The misfit family became more vigilant, sharpening their skills whenever they had the time. The training room was always occupied, but the one who used it the most were the pair of storm flame users. The skies had no time, using it to complete all the paperwork needed. The mist was busy flirting with his girlfriend. The rain and the cloud were doing their own training and the lightning simply slept through the day. However, they remained alert for anything.

Just for today, the two from the future gathered in the training room and no one was to disturb them. With their weapons all out, they began training while discussing.

"Why do you think they have ceased their attacks?" Hayano asked as she fired an attack from Uri. Just then, a ball of flames flew in her direction. She dodged slightly to the right, the flame grazing the tip of her ponytail. She glared at Tsuna, just before another attack came in her way.

"I don't know? My intuition isn't tingling like that day. But I would prefer to keep my senses sharp." The latter replied before smiling, in time to dodge a fury barrage of red coloured blasts.

Just then, her hands dropped to her sides and she stopped her attacks. Finding it weird, Hayano followed and neared her. "But then, I have a bad feeling about this peacefulness. It feels like it is 'calm before the storm'. What if, they are already scouting around the area, preparing an attack? It feels like something is blocking my head."

Unknown to them both, all the men had gathered outside, their eyes glaring at the nearby trees surrounding the mansion. Their presence was masked by mist flames while the cloud surrounded the forest perimeters with his men.

"Do you think the girls noticed?" G turned to ask Giotto. The blond boss nodded his head, his expression certain of his answer. The red head kept silent for a while before resuming to spying.

Recently, Giotto snuck into Tsuna's room at night, his finger alit in a beautiful orange flame. Daemon covered his presence with flames, uncertain about the man's decision.

Flashback

"Giotto, do you think doing this would protect her? She would need her intuition when she meet an enemy."

Said man stopped moving and stared at him. He does not want the girl to fight, so she won't get hurt. He still wants to wake up and see her smile, not meet an empty desk with her name engraved on it. "Then I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. I'll make sure she lives." His hand hovered near her head, ready to block her intuition.

Daemon watched silently before chuckling. "You're hesitating."

"Am not!"

"Are to. Look, I think I know why you're doing this." He said and cut the argument short. Giotto was dumbstruck at his sentence, his mouth agape. Daemon laughed at his expression. How can his boss be so dense to his feelings?

"You don't know whether to block it or not. You want her to be safe by keeping her inside but she's as stubborn as a block of wood. Yet, because there may be people out there to kidnap her, you want her to keep her ability." Daemon then grinned, making Giotto shiver slightly under his gaze.

Just then, an idea bulb switched on in the melon-head's mind. "Why not, confess that you like her?" He said smugly, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

Unintentionally, Giotto's hand touched Tsuna's head abruptly due to shock. His will channelled through and his original intention happened. They both shrieked mentally and the other felt slightly guilty. The other half of him was amused. "Sorry Primo!"

Being someone who does not hold his anger for long, Giotto sighed and forgave him. No wonder Daemon betrayed him, according to the Future textbooks. "It's fine. I don't want her to be on the battle field anyway. You've just helped me decide faster. Thank you. Gather the others tomorrow an hour before midnight, we have information about the enemy."

End of flashback

"I've blocked her intuition but I don't know how long are we going to be able to hide from them. The effects would wear off after a period of time but I don't know when. It's been a week but the effect hadn't disappeared so I figure it'll take awhile." Giotto explained. Everyone, except Daemon and Alaude blinked. They are all puzzled as to why he would do that. It does lower her defenses. Despite of that fact, they did not question his actions.

Alaude's eyes then caught sight of movements on the nearby trees. Composedly, his icy blue eyes stared at his boss. "Hn. They're here." They readied their weapons, waiting for his signal.

-KHR-

An albino paced up and down, impatient for results. However, the smile on his face never wavered, plastered there like something good had already happened. Just then, a male dressed in black entered, swiftly bowing to him. He turned around, covering his smile with a straight expression. "Nono, the troupes are going in."

"Ah, I see. That's great, Pablo. Now, let's get those pesky little guardians and overtake Vongola. Yes?" "Nono" smiled sinisterly, scaring "Pablo". Making another quick bow, he excused himself.

"Nono" paced about, excitement turning him giddy. He rubbed his hands together in glee before flipping his head towards a silver, blinking machine. The thought of a certain beautiful brunette that was thought to be killed invaded his mind. His grin widened sadistically. "Just you wait, Vongola."

"I'll crush you all, take Tsunahime in front of your eyes and make you suffer. She's mine, not yours to take. She's mine, Vongola Primo. She belonged to the Future, not the past. Lay your hands off her, you dead humans."

-KHR-

The girls exited the their showers and gathered in Tsuna's quarters. They frowned at the emptiness of the mansion as soon as they saw each other. Once, they passed by one of the trusted butlers in the house. Tsuna grabbed his sleeve, forcing him to turn around and face her. His face was stoic as usual. "My my, what can I do for you, Tsunahime-sama?" He gently removed her grip off his clothes and stood there.

Sensing that he would not run, she coughed into her hand. "May I know where Giotto and the others are? We've been wandering around the halls yet we didn't cross paths with any of them."

"I see..."

"So we're wondering if you've seen them or know what is going on." She finished, looking dead into his onyx eyes, searching for any hint of recognition. To her disappointment, she found none. "I'm sorry, but I have no idea."

Hayano sighed aloud and turned away from the two. Obviously, she is upset and frustrated about knowing nothing. She was -still is Tsuna's right hand, she ought to know what is going on. However, something about Tsuna still left her confused.

Why is Hime-sama unaware of what is going on?

She scratched her head, snatching a few glances at the preoccupied brunette. The Butler had already taken his leave, leaving the two ladies standing in the middle of the halls.

"Something just doesn't sit right here..." She pondered out loud, letting Tsuna know about her thoughts. There is no fights, no noise, no sound that remind them of the boisterous seven. Elena is somewhere far, hopefully safe from the enemy's grasp. The latter agreed, frowning more than before. Just then, she widened her eyes in realisation. "Could they be-"

"Outside?" A foreign voice said. They jumped, turning around to see a man covered in black from head to toe. Classic criminal attire. Somehow, they rolled their eyes, annoyed by the man, even though he did nothing yet. They even groaned because it was all too cliche. He shook off their irritated aura and launched forward.

As expected, the man was going to knock them into oblivion. Due to their experiences, they both ducked down and tripped him. However, he remained standing, rubbing his ankles. Natsu and Uri were both activated, and they pounded onto the burly man instantly. Tsuna smirked and mouthed, "Natsu, roar."

Said lion did as he was told and opened its jaws, releasing a loud, petrifying sound. At first, that guy smirked, not affected by the roar; as well as not knowing what would happen to him. He took a step forward, then another, and another before he realised, he could not move. "What?"

Hayano grinned, pointing her hand forward. "Finish him, Uri." The feline purred in delight, transforming into guns and bombs. Hayano pointed at him, a victorious smirk on her face. The man's face twisted in horror, praying for his dear life. However, his prayers were not answered. In glee, she said, "bye~" and fired.

Everything slowed down. The effect of the roar took over, stoning him completely, changing him into a statue. The red flames were accompanied with cloud flames, reaching every possible corner before meeting it, smashing it into smithereens, killing him.

They cheered, giving each other fives, not knowing what would happen next because they hoped this man was the only one. How wrong they were, if they think like that in their cruel world. It is fine to cheer like that once in a while though?

A huge force crashed behind their heads, causing them to black out due to the impact. Glass broke into tiny bits, stained with blood that were not the culprits'. In the mind of the two girls, damn it. Why didn't I notice it sooner?

Giotto snapped up from his attack, his mind blank. Taking this is an opportunity, the male in front of him charged at the blond, extending his arm and punched him in the gut. He cussed, cussing at himself for not paying attention. His comrades called out his name in worry, but kept their eyes on the enemy.

He climbed back up and glared at the other before knocking him out as well. His flames were bigger and brighter than usual, fuelled by something from within. Earlier, he heard a boom from the mansion before there was silence. There were no alarming shouts and anyone running out to inform them of anything.

Suddenly, everything fell into place.

He screamed in anger and released a fatal wave of flames, burning anything and anyone that was unable to dodge the attack. Why did he not realised it sooner? Why did he not undo his actions and clear her mind again?

Using his flames, he dashed to the mansion, only to find an opened window that was forced open. There were fresh scratch marks, showing how recent it was when they broke in.

Their true priority is one of the two girls. The attack outside is just a diversion, contrary to what they thought. Why blow things up like this when your main purpose is just one member of the family? However, if the person their trying to reach is extremely strong, this is rather... Appropriate.

He rushed back to the field and grabbed G, shocking the red head because he was about to bring down another man. "What the heck are you doing?!" He trashed around, even socked him once, trying to free himself from his airborne trip. He failed.

"Shush G, and help me on this. The attack is merely a distraction from the real thing." He explained and entered the mansion from the very window that was forced open. Giotto then dropped him and stopped as well. They looked around the area and narrowed their eyes.

Books were lying around, off the shelves and there were burnt marks on some corners. Tiny smithereens on the floor emitted smoke. The blond touched on of them before clenching his fist. He could sense sky flames from it. "They've put up quite a fight here." He commented.

G agreed, touching one of the shelves that was severely damaged with many bullet holes. A hint of storm flames radiated from all of them. "I think they've killed one of them, judging by the remnants." Suddenly, they caught sight of friction marks.

"And they got kidnapped. Unfortunately, the kidnappers aren't very smart." Giotto mocked, imprinting what they saw in his head. He has very good memory but too lazy to function them.

G looked at him, his heart hardened and angered because they took his girl. "Should we stop the attack?"

"No. We will continue till the mastermind appear."

-KHR-

They slung the two ladies on their shoulder, looking slightly battered. They grinned for a job well done, satisfied that they would not get killed. They have sent word to their boss and were waiting to receive the next instructions.

A small boy, that looked like a clown, then came running to them with a parchment paper in hand. They bent down and took the paper, watching the boy scurry to his next duties. They unrolled the paper and read.

Good job, Was all it said.