Colonello's eyes fluttered open easily that morning in the SDM, blinking a little wearily. He was still tall, with an older appearance and everything…But that wasn't what concerned him. What DID concern him was the fact that he was, one: partially naked, down to his underwear, and two: In bed with a certain autumn goddess. He silently screamed, flailing and falling out of the bed without managing to wake Shizuha up. And there, in front of his face, as if someone KNEW where he was going to land, was a note. 'Got you. –Sakuya'. He grumbled curses to himself, wanting to tear that damned maid apart.

Speaking of the maid, she had just woken up the two toddlers, gently nudging them out of bed and into fresh clothes. The sneaky woman took their sleeping as an opportunity to snatch up a fresh pair of clothes for every one of them. The woman had all the time in the world, why not? Of course, instead of eating breakfast, Fuuta had dashed off to the library. Bianchi and herself were preparing a (non-poisonous) feast for breakfast, and all others were waiting in the dining room.

"Uwah~ Patchouli-nee, how do you make so many pretty things like that?" Fuuta stared up in amazement at all the elemental magic the anemic was showing off.

"Well, there's lots of incantations and focusing to be done. It's not as easy as it looks, firing danmaku." Patchouli shook her head some. "People think it's just about slapping a name on a card and seeing what comes out. You're supposed to fire, think it over, revise, fire again, and repeat until you're good with it. THEN you name it. Tsk." Fuuta just smiled cheerily.

"I wanna try!" The young boy said, rather excitedly. Patchouli quirked a brow at him, and then began giggling lightly.

"You can't even fly, child! What makes you think you—"…And then, he was floating. Like everything else in the room now. "…Well then. Bleh, what can you do again? You'll probably be some kind of…Satori remake if you try." She shrugged. "Show me what you can do--"Again, the girl was cut off, Fuuta's ranking book suddenly flipping open. Her gaze widened a little, just as Fuuta announced the name.

"[Ranking] Greatest Gifts: 'Seven-Librarian's Knowledge'" Suddenly, purple bullets from all sides encased the woman inside of a pentagon, no matter which way she moved. It was rotating, too. Not long after the card had started, bullets fired outwards from each corner of the pentagon, forming spirals. Suddenly, they all turned around, aimed for the purple-hair, who followed small, curved paths that lead to their outside. Sadly, at soon as the first set started moving towards her, a second set was fired. Patchouli, having moved, also moved the pentagon—the spawning point of the bullets. She'd gotten herself screwed up, mixing the pattern like that—and barely made it through.

"Agh—What the?" Patchouli stammered, the spell card timing out. 'What…what in the world was that? Are you a natural born danmaku shooter? When did you start? How? Are you sure you're human?" Patchouli looked utterly fascinated by the young boy, who was just standing there, scribbling something down.

"…Hmm? O-Oh! I guess when I rank things like your's…" He stammered, looking up at the anemic demon. "Maybe they're just so powerful they become spells?" He tilted his head, having written down Patchouli's IQ ranking. Number one.

"…Maybe it does…"

Meanwhile, every guardian and tutor was completely exhausted from training. They had all met in the Netherworld, and even Yuka and Hibari, usually the 'I'm not tired' people, flopped on a couch or bed. Ran took no mind of her manners anymore, and fell asleep on top of Yuka, whom at this point, had no energy to care. Minoriko was blatantly yawning along with Tsuna, both of whom usually had enough manners not to. Yukarin thought of their sweet potato scent as a make up for it. Letty was just…tired, and slept outside, while Gokudera collapsed in front of a fire, shivering. Marisa was snoozing, hat over her face, and Ryohei was sprawled nearby. Yukarin and Mukuro, having only danced, had the decency to use a room in the mansion.

That is, until a mother fucking UFO crashed through a window. Nobody really stood straight and alert but Yukarin and Ran. Great, a broken window for their household. Of course, no sooner had the UFO entered than a mouse youkai came in and snatched it back. "YOINK!" She blurted out, running away. Ran, of course, was too tired to catch up. Yukarin was apathetic at this point. 'We'll fuck 'em up tomorrow…" She muttered, collapsing.

That evening, near everyone was sore—if only a little. Minoriko's back cracked when she stood up, Gokudera's knee did the same, all that good stuff! Many groans were heard throughout the crowd as each one woke up, and many resumed their duties. Not much happened at the SDM—Well, actually, it did.

Sakuya was doing her job, mopping, cleaning, doing chores…until suddenly, there was a scream.

"SAKUYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" It was a childish voice. It was muffled, and there was no doubt it came from the metal door behind her. She shakily stared at it. "…Mis…tress?" Her voice was quivering as a dent appeared in the door, a loud bang resounding. And then another, another, until BAM. It flew right off of its hinges. A small, blond-haired girl, clothed in red was dragging someone. Her wings shone through the dust like little lamps, the crystals swaying. As the smoke cleared, she had a rather tall man behind her, being dragged by the collar of his t-shirt. His hair was blond, medium-length, and he had quite the tattoo trailing down his left arm. The man was obviously grasping at his collar, squirming for air, but was thrown against the wall by Sakuya.

"You brought me a BIG person toy! I can't play with it!" The young vampire huffed. The maid flailed a bit.

"I-I did nothing of the sort, Miss Flandre! The locks have not been undone for weeks!" This was clear by their rust, but Flandre didn't care. She began to raise her arm, to crush the maid…When a whip suddenly wrapped around her arm, stopping it.

"She did…nothing…" The man muttered, one eye squinted closed as he stood up. "I was dumped here…by some weird purple hole…" Seeing Flandre calming down, he took back his weapon from her arm, the girl brushing it slightly.

"…Purple hole…? That sounds like fun!" The little vampire began to jump up and down, running around Sakuya. "I wanna play I wanna play! I wanna—" At this point, she was just…gone. And there, in front of them was in fact, Yukarin's gap. The maid sighed.

"Well, she'll know how to deal with her…" Shaking her head, she began to drag the man back to the dining room. "We have matters to discuss."

These 'matters' were a little more complicated than need be. Every single original SDM resident seated at the table across from Dino. Immediately, Remilia stood.

"Who are you?"

"Dino, the Cavallone Decimo."

"Occupation."

"Mafia Boss."

"Business here?"

"…Kidnapped, I think."

"By whom?"

"I haven't a clue."

The vampire sat down with an angry huff, Dino keeping his cool extremely well. Although, his men weren't around, so…

Meiling was the next to stand up.

"By what means?"

"A strange hole in the ground; I tripped into it." The man laughed slightly, Meiling looking furious.

Sakuya pushed Meiling down calmly; she was the only one with a smirk on her face.

"Why aren't you nervous?"

"I am."

Somewhere, people were getting letters from all over, much like those of Remilia's and Suwako's. A nun delivered hers to her god, a cat to its owner, a shinigami to it's judge, a rabbit to it's nurse, and a servant to her princess. Yukarin smiled somewhere the next day. Every letter sent back was marked with a seal—in order. Bat, ghost, moon, flower, mountain, cave, and star. And to think: it was all only one day away…

She hadn't even STARTED on danmaku with these guys. Oh well, it's only the first, right…? Even then, they'd still use hand to hand combat.

And besides, she'd…intervene if needed.

Right?