Hi, I'm back. I'm trying to finish up soon. Being away from writing for so long and returning, it's really hard to get into the storyline. The more I write, the worse I felt about me ruining the story. Hhahaha. Typing and revising the next chapter right now, but I'm having a hard time though, my love for Belphegor please come back to me before I ruin his character. All right then, till later.

Tsuna looked flustered and uneasy. Mireille noticed him looking at the Shimons in his class from time to time. After school ended for the day, Mireille followed Tsuna to the shrine. She hid in the woods near it, not wanting to be noticed. He looked around nervously, making sure no one was around.

He stopped in his steps and started screaming, "AHhhhhhhh! There's no way I am going to become a mafia boss!"

"Why don't you run away?" A voice spoke, making him jump. It was Enma Kozato. He was covered in injuries. Though she could see them, she could not hear their conversation. Looking around, she noticed other people's presence. A group of them, closing in to them without them noticing. Assassins?

Something exploded in the exact spot the two bosses was at. This power… Her brown eyes squinted as she tried to see beyond the smoke. As it cleared, she saw Reborn at the scene. Mireille did not sense him at all. Nor the strange, bulky man clashing with Tsuna.

Tsuna was in his hyper mode. So, the opposing families have started making their moves. She had planned to help but something told her to wait and watch. Though, the assassin looked intimidating, the fight was over in a second. It took Tsuna a minute to finish him. And then, the feeling of a group of people closing in disappeared the instant the man fell.

Mireille stunned, standing up from her hiding place. The power of Vongola Decimo was so amazing, she even held her breath for a second there. This was the powers he attained from the future. But, he was not the only one with powers. She turned to Enma, scrutinizing him. Where was that strange aura she felt from him earlier?

She looked at Reborn whose face bore a serious look. It would seem that she was not the only one thinking that way. She scratched her head. What about the person earlier? Mireille sighed, noticing that the man had disappeared too. Looks like I have to keep a lookout at Tsuna's place tonight as well.

She was cornered in the alley. By a group of men which she assumed was in league with the man earlier. She was going to Tsuna's place, when she felt people following her. She had wanted to take them in the alley but it was seem like an ambush was already been waiting for her.

She turned around, the lot of them was hiding in the shadows and she could not see their faces. Whose bright idea was it to– Her thoughts was cut short when someone lunged at her, a knife in his hand. She moved to her side and hit the back of his neck, and he fell to the ground unconscious. One of the rings she was wearing glowed when she hit his neck.

She felt the rest to take a step back and a grin crept to her face. "Who wants to join their friend here?" Angry whispers could be heard, she frowned, feeling like she was being mocked.

"If we attack her at the same time, there's no way she could finish us off in time before we get to her," she heard someone said. That's why I hate underlings, they think number is everything. She threaded carefully, moving deeper into the early. The leader of this group of idiots, must be here somewhere.

Five men came at her, with electric batons. "It's just one girl."

"Would that save you or... me?" She mused as she lunged forward, her hands balled into fists and the rings glowing. Before she or the men could get to one another, a gunshot was heard and Mireille's eyes widened in shock. She tried to look at the face at the gunner, but her body could not react. She fell forward and her head hit the cold hard ground.

Laughter. They were all laughing at her. "They sent a little girl to spy on us. What a let-down," The gunner sneered, pulling her up by the arm forcefully. She felt a searing pain from her back where the bullet hit her. He threw her to the wall and she feel to ground. Bastard, she thought, feeling pain all over. She glared at him while gritting her teeth.

He pulled her up again, pinning her to the wall. He dropped the gun as another man held out a knife to him with a grin on his face. So he was the leader of this..? He held his knife to her jugular as he breathed softly into her face. "Now, tell me, little Varia, did it ever occur to you what you have done back in Italy? Or what we will do if we find a rat like you sneaking around? So, tell me what you found out before I behead you the way you did to my brother."

She felt pressure on her jugular. He was angry. She gulped as he drew the blade along her neck and up her cheeks. Weren't they going for Vongola Decimo? Italy... is it related to that?

"I will tell you nothing," She spat at his face. He put some pressure on the knife, drawing the knife down her cheeks and leaving a deep cut. She winced as blood flowed from her cheek, down to his hand, soaking her clothes. He moved the blade back up to her throat, "Now, what were we talking about earlier?"

She breathed loudly, her visions were fading even as she tried desperately to stay awake. It hurt so much that she could not wait to make them pay. She reached up for the knife, holding the blade as her palm bled. He watched her in surprise as she grinned. "I dare you to push this through my neck," She said, in a dark tone.

He felt a little chill down his spine as she pushed the knife to her neck and crimson liquid flowed down. He tried to pull the knife away but he could not. "I'm going to kill you all," Her words echoed, making the lot uneasy. "C-calm d-down, she's just trying to mess with us," the leader said, avoiding her eyes.

Her rings glowed, sending sparks down the knife, electrifying him. He let the knife go, and fell to the ground. She knelt by his body, holding his head and placed the knife over his neck. She eyed his underlings that were closing in to her, weapons up. "Any closer and he dies!" She shouted, and cut his head off. "Oh," She muttered, heart sank, looking down at her work. She was covered in blood, and any minute down she would be killed.

Cusses were exchanged and everyone lunged at her.

She laughed. Numbers did matter. She hurt all over and she sure as hell can't move herself.

There was an explosion and the alley was filled with smoke. She felt her body jerked backwards, hitting the wall. And everything went black.

"Mireille!"