Hello, lets see how bad this turns out, shall we?

If you couldn't tell, I suck at writing fight scenes.

By the way, thank you to all that have followed and added this story to their favourite's, it means a lot, I also want to thank the two people who added Black cats and orange skies to their communities.

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Midori, one of the best illusionist's in the Dōshi, watched with barely restrained contempt as the man who had spent weeks getting on her fellow foxes nerves lay in a puddle of his own bodily fluids.

"You sure did a number on him." She commented to the child-like nekomata.

She giggled "You're too kind! Azami-sama would have taken care of him but she had stuff to attend to."

"You mean beating an idiotic humans ego down to size."

"Yep! Kurenai no kōgō hasn't had a good fight in years, she's getting antsy."

"...You know, as soon as she hears that name, she's gonna kill you, right?"

"Hehe, yep!"


Azami regarded her opponent with bored eyes as he attempted to get a rise out of her, it was rather pitiful in her opinion.

"You done yet?" She asked tilting her head to the side slightly.

The foolish oaf huffed and puffed before trying to hit her with that stupid weapon of his.

He missed, to put it lightly, he wound up hitting only air.

Azami had back flipped away from him as soon as he had started to move.

What followed was him attempting to hit her and missing every single time.

Azami lashed out at the front of his shin, hitting it and causing him to falter slightly from the pain that he would be feeling from one of his pressure points being hit.

While he was distracted, she moved around him to strike his collarbone, aware that it was likely to break before going for the ring around his neck, applying a quick and precise strike of lightning to cut through the chain before back flipping away from him.

"Victory goes to Tsunayoshi Sawada's Lightning Guardian." The pink haired woman announced.

"What?!" Groupie man shouted, looking at the brat he had just fought, he watched as she tossed the other half of the lightning ring in the air before catching it again.

"Sucker." She muttered before disappearing in that way that annoyed the hell out of anyone who wanted to talk to her.


Azami groaned as she flopped down onto the bed she had installed in the Dōshi base for when she wasn't in the mood to return to the house.

"That fight wasn't even that good, it was just so fucking easy that it hurts." She grumbled before standing up and walking over to the door that led from her bedroom to her office, she pushed the door open and moved to her desk.

Before she could sit down, the main door opened and a stressed out Taiyō rushed in.

"Azami-sama!" He exclaimed, bowing quickly before continuing "The Varia spies have sent word that the Cloud Guardian Xanxus Vongola has isn't a Cloud at all, its a..."

" A Gola Mosca."

"Yes, we have reason to believe that inside it is Timoteo Vongola."

"And its common knowledge that Mosca's are powered by flames and that anyone inside dies."

"What are your order's?"

"...Have our best illusionists hide half of our best fighter's around the school, order the spies to see if the Cervello know, if they do, submit a complaint to the Vindice."

"Yes, Azami-sama." Taiyō nodded his head before turning and walking out to complete her orders.

She watched him go, a thoughtful frown tugging on her lips.

"All of them are devoted to me, so much so that they would gladly die for me." She stared at the empty doorway.

"Foolish, wonderful dorks." She muttered exasperatedly, sitting down in her chair and opening her laptop.

She had a purple fox to chat with.


The following battle's were barely of any interest.

Baseball idiot beat the Sword Emperor.

Explosion moron lost to the narcissistic blond.

The Mist Arcobaleno lost to, and wasn't this a surprise considering he hates the mafia, Rokudo Mukuro and his vessel, someone called Chrome. That was because Iemitsu had managed to get the Mist bastard to agree to act as Tsuna's mist guardian in exchange for his minion's release, she got a kick out of glaring at the blond one, she hadn't forgotten that it was HIM who put her subordinates in the hospital.

Then came the Cloud battle, the Gola Mosca broke apart revealing Vongola Nono.

Azami had to scoff at the utter bullshit the dragon-man spewed, she had levelled one unimpressed stare at him for that.

When he said that no one would believe them when they said it was his fault his 'father' was beaten up, she stated to giggle before it slowly grew into full on amused, derisive laughter. Oh, she knew she looked insane to those foolish mortals but she didn't care.

"Trash.." The foolish man who thought it a good idea to piss off a demon, even if he didn't know it, snarled.

She smirked at him, amusement, defiance and self-satisfaction dancing in her eyes.

"Oh, Shippō." She sang in a mocking voice "Please help me enlighten these foolish humans."

A sharp yip of amusement was heard before the kitsune illusion fell away, revealing the hundreds upon hundreds of yōkai surrounding them, Shippō threw his arms open wide and sang mockingly in return to his leader "Ta da!"

Azami smiled smugly at the shocked humans "You see, the reason no one will believe you is because my people have been recording this entire thing, partly for money, partly for the fact I had my suspicions to begin with."

She tilted her head towards Shippō "I believe we have dinner plans, Shippō-kun?"

He smirked knowingly at her "Yes, Azami-chan."

She chuckled slightly "Well, let us be off then." She grabbed his arm and the two disappeared, the rest of the yōkai disappearing straight afterwards.


I was gonna leave it here but decided what the hell and tossed in a few shorts as a thank you present to all the people who have read this.


The reaction of an overworked moth demon

Taiyō liked to think he had grown used to his bosses ever-changing mood swings, he also liked to think he was as close as anyone was likely to get to understanding her thought process, especially since his partner was way more hyperactive then Azami-sama was ever going to be.

But then again, Azami-sama hadn't survived as long as she had by being predictable.

He stared with mounting horror at the thing that was currently occupying the lounge area of the Dōshi's inner circle, he turned his head from it to his boss and back again several times before passing out, to this day, no one is sure if he simply overworked himself or if he was genuinely so shocked that he fainted.

Azami blinked at the prone form of her head male spy before turning to look at the llama that was staring back at her.

"Shippō, you idiot." She sighed.


Random summoning's of the thistle variety

"I am going to kill that stupid, grape obsessed brat!" Azami shouted in between coughing on the purple smoke.

"Azami-nee, please don't." Tsuna pleaded with his irate sister.

"He's the one who touched that thing therefore I blame him." She said flatly, looking around at the packed stadium.

She turned to look at the person closest to her, a black eyed boy with hair shaped like a ducks ass.

"You, ugly looking brat with a complex, where the hell are we?"

He sneered at her.

She glared at him "Sneer at me again and that pretty boy face of yours wont be so pretty anymore." She growled, a hand drifting to her sword as she spoke.

Tsuna sighed, why did this always happen to them?

Just as Azami was about to hit the bastard in front of her, they were pulled back to their world.

"I hate dimension travel." She muttered.

"Agreed." Tsuna deadpanned, shuddering, he had caught quite a few girls and boys looking at him with interest.


A point

"I really don't understand why people fear this Byakuran person." Azami commented to her brother.

Tsuna, unsurprisingly, stared at like she was insane "He's done many terrible things and you still don't understand why people are afraid of him?!" He shrieked.

She shrugged, looking almost amused "Tsuna, all those things he's done don't even measure up to the acts Naraku committed when he was alive."

When he stared at her in confusion, she sighed "Nothing for you to worry your fluffy little head about." She waved a hand dismissively all the while chuckling bitterly.

Silly tuna, still so much you don't know if you think that man is terrifying.


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