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This may come as a surprise to you, but... The plot actually moved! That's right! Plot-san decided to do some exercise!

To no one's surprise, the entire nine inch pie was completely devoured by my newly minted fiancée that day. He does look like the type with self-control problems, doesn't he? I'm surprised that he isn't the size of a whale by now.

"You're thinking of something mean about me again, aren't you?" My great fiancée pouted.

"Of course I am." I deadpanned. "What else would I use my rights as a fiancée for? You already abuse your rights as my fiancée to make me bake you marshmallow-related sweets just about every day."

"That's because you're only staying with me for a week, and today's already the last day!" Byakuran whined. "You have to make something extra grand for me today since we won't be seeing each other for ages!"

"There is this thing called Skype, you know?" I retorted. "And I think you mean seeing my baking skills, not me."

"I do like you ~ " He smiled. "The baking skills are just a very nice bonus ~ "

Yeah, no. Whenever he smiles like that, it just reminds me of the time when he made good on his word and actually tossed Antonio into the pitcher plant. The terrified and murderous screams of that grown man will forever echo in my ears and haunt me until I die. Poor Antonio... You must've offended some sort of god, or accrued a lot of bad karma in your previous life to have to watch over this manchild.

"You're thinking of something mean again." The teen who can also function as a radar whined. "Be nicer to me!"

"I think that's something I should be saying, Bya-Bya..." I sighed as I looked at our interlocking hands. "I need my hands free to actually make you something, you know?"

"But your hands are nice to hold!" Byakuran complained. "You'll just have to make do with one hand ~ "

"Then at least help me to stabilise this bowl!" I groaned, exasperated. "Otherwise, your precious marshmallow surprise cake is going to go poof!"

"On it!" He immediately used his other free hand to hold the bowl tightly, his gaze serious. "Is this stable enough?"

I didn't know if I should laugh or cry, so I just went with a resigned nod.

Ah, now I know why Antonio had that expression when we returned to the drawing room hand in hand, my new ring gleaming brightly under the combined scrutiny of the two middle-aged men.

"Wonderful! Fantastic!" My father had said. "I'm looking forward to the union between our organizations."

I bet he's regretting it now, especially after the second day when he discovered that his pond had practically been destroyed after our impromptu skating bout the day before.

After I set the cake into the oven with much difficulty – no thanks to my stupid fiancée – I went to the nearest lounge with said fiancée in tow and flopped face first onto the very comfortable sofa without further ado.

"Are you that tired?" Byakuran's voice sounded near my ear.

I mustered the strength to twist my neck so that we were nearly nose to nose. It's something you kind of get used to after he does it many, many times over the course of the time we've spent together.

"I am." I yawned. "The upcoming plane ride and reminders about my responsibilities in Japan doesn't make anything better..."

"Hmm... You should come to Italy with me then ~ " He pet my head gently. "Then your only responsibility would be to entertain me and bake me sweets ~ "

Heavens no! I will die within a month, nay, a fortnight!

"Thanks for the offer, but no." I smiled drily. "I can't run away from my responsibilities, you know? I'll get bitten to death ~ "

"Now that's an interesting saying." Byakuran raised an eyebrow. "You haven't even gone back yet and you're already thinking of cheating on me."

"Don't be an idiot." I groaned, knowing that this guy was playing dumb. "My boss is literally going to beat me up with his tonfa that probably has steel spikes and other weird ass mechanisms in them! That's what it means."

"I knew you wouldn't do that to me." The teen smiled cheerily. "Is my baby shooting star getting bullied?"

"Gods above, please stop with the nicknames." I grumbled, glaring at him petulantly. "And no, I'm not getting bullied! He's just ten times more violent than the average human bean!"

"That's good." Byakuran stroked my hair gently. "If my cute little fiancée is getting bullied by someone, I might do something really scary to them, you know ~ ?"

"That's good to know." I hummed absently as I grabbed his large hand and played with his surprisingly delicate fingers. "Now, could you be a dear and grab me that novel I was reading yesterday?"

"Okay." A surprisingly honest grimace made its way onto his usually smiling face. "I have no idea why you like to read this... This type of thing."

"They are cute together, alright?" I argued, staring at him in amusement. "Honestly, you should try it before hating on it."

One reason why I would purposely read my precious gay literature in front of my fiancée would probably be because I want to see his genuine self rather than his usual all too fake cheer and smiles.

"If you say so..." The teen stared at the cover doubtfully. "I would rather not, unless I am literally going to die from boredom the very next second."

"Suit yourself." I shrugged as I began to immerse myself at the point in which I last left off. "If you are ever so inclined to begin, I would recommend these titles."

I grabbed for my mobile phone, frowning hard when I kept on grasping at empty air. The crease at my forehead only eased when the phone was dropped into my hand by my amused fiancée. Pausing my reading very reluctantly, I open my notes app and typed out a couple of titles that were softcore, to start him off with, before typing out the next few which were hardcore, but I felt that Byakuran would enjoy based on his personality.

"Here you go." I showed him the screen. "You should try out these titles first. You might want to begin with the gentler ones before moving on to those I feel that you'll like."

"Okay..." Byakuran looked genuinely discomfited. "Thank you..?"

"You're welcome." I looked at the clock. "We have about an hour until the cake is done, so feel free to explore the list and join the club ~ "

I ignored his outraged sputters and turned my attention back to The Song of Achilles in my hand, thumbing through the pages with increasing intensity and fervour. I bit on my lip as I neared one of the most pivotal points of the story – the death of Patroclus, and Achilles' mourning. Without further ado, I burst into tears as I continued reading, screaming internally from the angst despite knowing that it was coming.

"-ar!" I was startled out of my sobbing when a hand on my shoulder shook me repeatedly. "Xing Yu!"

"W-What?" I blubbered, shocked at the sudden usage of my name in this place. "Oh, it's Bya-Bya..."

"Don't it's Bya-Bya me." He stared at me expectantly. "The marshmallow cake is done! It's been an hour!"

"Ah, okay." I took the tissues he offered me, wiping away my tears and snot. "Thanks. Let's go get your cake then."

"Are you sure you're okay? I know that you've told me about your reactions, but this seems slightly... Excessive." Byakuran stared at me. "Is the book really that good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I sniffled. "Yes, it is that good. Go read it if you don't believe me. It's not that gay, so you probably won't be too grossed out, you narrow-minded Homo sapiens sapiens."

The male teen frowned and pinched my nose, wrinkling his forehead uncharacteristically.

"Oh, come on!" I complained nasally. "You can't be that offended about it!"

"I'm not mad about that." He stated seriously as he released his grip on my nose. "I'm worried that my cake will burn."

"Oh, yeah." I nodded, and we sped walked over to the kitchen.

The cake was fine, soothing Byakuran's unfounded worries. I sliced the cake in half horizontally, made the marshmallow frosting, and spread it over the cake after it cooled down. I had to smack my fiancée's greedy hands more than a couple of times as they tried to get to the bowl of frosting. From past experiences, he should not be allowed to do that or I'd have to remake it.

"You want fruits on it?" I asked him as I added the last of the frosting, ignoring his puppy eyes. "I think some strawberries would be good."

"No!" He exclaimed. "Do not taint my precious!"

I rolled my eyes and muttered about potentially diabetic and overweight fiancées under my breath as I refrigerated the cake.

"Now be patient and wait for like half an hour so you can get the cake nice and chilly." I wrinkled my nose. "Warm cake with frosting is a little weird..."

Byakuran merely glanced at the fridge woefully and wedged himself next to it, staring at it as if that would hasten the speed of the cake cooling down.

In the end, he couldn't wait and dove for the cake despite my strong protests, polishing the whole thing off in less than half an hour. I didn't know if I should have been disgusted or amazed by his voracious appetite for sweets, so I just remained silent.

"Remember to contact me often ~ " My fiancée smiled. "Make some sweets and take photos of them for me! Also, no cheating!"

"Yes, mother." I sighed as I endured his fussing near the immigration check point. "I need to go now or I'll actually miss my flight, my adorable marshmallow."

"Okay, my adorable star." He nodded his head, completely missing the sarcasm. "See you on Skype soon!"

Without further ado, I was kissed in broad daylight in public, making me go stiff as I stared at his face with widened eyes.

"Ah, you look just like a red strawberry ~ " The idiot laughed. "Bye bye ~ !"

I glared at him with all my might as I tried to ignore my burning cheeks before walking to the immigration officer who had a smirk on her face.

"Cute boyfriend you have there." She commented as she checked my passport. "Reminds me of my own son."

I merely grumbled underneath my breath and thanked her for her service before going past the glass door and waving at Byakuran, who was also waving his hand at me energetically.

"Ugh, what a pain." I complained, though a smile managed to slip onto my face. "He's not that bad though, thank the gods."

"I take my words back." I deadpanned when I got off the private jet (courtesy of my father) and checked through my phone messages.

There were many dessert and animal photos, of which I could accept, if only they weren't also accompanied by photos of a suffering Antonio and some other guys I don't know. There was the photo of Antonio struggling in the pitcher plant, a random blond young man running away from an overly large crocodile, and so on.

I merely took a selfie of my very unimpressed face as I collected my luggage and left for the Momokyokai apartment where they were holding a welcome back party for me. I don't know why they'd bother since I only went back to China for like a week, but eh. I won't complain since they kindly put in effort to do so.

I yawned as I got out of the cab and headed for the door, only to find it mysteriously open with sounds of fighting coming from within.

"What the hell." I groaned. "Seriously?"

I strode in, annoyed and irritable from jet lag, my stupid fiancée, and apparently stupid friends fighting.

"Can you dumbasses stop fighting already?" I sighed, letting my threads do the work for me. "I just got back for gods' sake."

Everyone stilled as they were bound up tightly, knowing that struggling would make things worse. Well, except for a few idiots.

"Now, what do we have here?" I raised an eyebrow at the few people whom I never expected to see in a yakuza's apartment. "Sawada and company. Good to see you, as usual. I see you that have a new friend here."

"Shut up, you bitch!" Gokudera snarled as he struggled hard. "What the actual fuck?!"

"I would suggest you stop wriggling, but I think the results speak for themselves." I shrugged as I released my subordinates from their bonds. "See? My cute minions here aren't as dumb as you."

Lacerations streaked their way across the smoker's body, nearly flaying his flesh from his bones. The teen went still immediately, though he still had the strength to hurl insults at me despite his state of rapid blood loss. Tsuna shrieked and went still immediately, while Yamamoto stared at me and stopped moving as well. The new blond Italian looked at me calculatively, surprisingly free, while Reborn, of course, was not caught by my threads at all.

"Now, that's a good boy." I drawled before turning to Kouji. "What happened here?"

"Those two guys came busting in, accusing us of kidnapping their kid friend whom we've never even heard of. They didn't even listen to us and just started beating our guys up even though we kept on telling them to get off our private property and that we didn't have some Tuna guy in here." The second in command complained surprisingly petulantly. "Then, the other brothers got angry when they saw their underlings getting beaten up, so they went in as well. At first it was still salvageable, but then the blond idiot had the guts to try to pay us off to forget this incident! Who the hell does he think we are?!"

"I see." I nodded my head before turning to Tsuna's group. "Is that true? I'd like to hear your side of the story as well."

"Reborn-san told us that you guys had Juudaime in your custody! Obviously we'd burst in and attack, stupid bitch!" Gokudera raged.

"Oh, really?" I smiled as I sat down on a particularly comfy armchair that somehow made its way out of the conflict unscathed. "Without even checking the facts, just blindly trusting the word of someone whom you don't even know very well other than by reputation? I applaud you for your sheer idiocy, actually."

"Now- The blond man tried to cut in.

"Of course, I can't forget the second fucktard who tried to use money to smooth things over. Who do you think we are, some random ass drug trafficking group? Did you think it'd actually save your ass? How naïve! Say, maybe I should put it this way." I smiled at the pale man sweetly. "What would you do if some random group you've never seen before barged into your home, accused you of doing something utterly ridiculous you'd never even think of doing, start beating your family up as more enemy reinforcements come, and then the invaders decided that whoops! We got the wrong people! Here, please forgive us because we'll throw money into your faces! Isn't that easier to understand now?"

"Umm..." The man stammered, blushing hard at my words. "I..."

The others also processed my words before blushing and fidgeting, wincing as the threads cut into them.

"But, they could be targeting Juudaime!" Gokudera refused to budge.

"And, just what or who is this Juudaime you're talking about?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Please do explain to us plebs."

"The Juudaime is, of course, the Juudaime of the Vongola!" The smoker puffed out his chest proudly. "There is no one who would not want a connection with the largest mafia-"

"Gokudera, shut up." Reborn cut in coldly.

"Oh, now I get it." I smiled and nodded my head exaggeratedly. "So, you, an idiot with zero knowledge of how the actual underworld works, decided that we, a small yakuza group in some random podunk town, would know what the fuck a Juudaime is, and attempt to kidnap him for something we did not know existed until you've explained everything to us. Marvellous job for spilling the beans!"

I proceeded to slow clap, ignoring the winces and shrieks my captives made as I moved my hands.

"Ghn!" Gokudera choked and wilted upon realising his mistake.

"Now that we know of how important this Juudaime person is, how can we let him go so easily?" I laughed. "Right, Tsugaru-chan ~ ?"

"Yep, and don't attach 'chan' behind my name." The head of the Momokyokai grumbled as he made his appearance. "I don't know how things can escalate so quickly just by having you here."

"That's because I'm an amazing magical girl." I giggled and twitched my fingers, making my captives groan again. "So, how about we start the negotiations?"

"There will be no negotiations." A cold object pressed itself against my head as a weight made itself known on my shoulders. "Release them at once."

Several gasps and a shriek made themselves known as I focused on the toddler resting on me.

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you? Go ahead and shoot!" I merely laughed once more. "But, I might accidentally lose control of the threads, and your cute little mafia boss in training might just get shredded into pieces. You can't afford that happening, right?"

"Yes, we can." The gun merely pressed itself harder against my skull. "Now release them."

"Aww, but your reaction says otherwise. After all, a mafia group having to come all the way to Japan just to get an heir practically stinks of desperation, you know?" I giggled, ignoring the way the blond man's breath hitched. "Besides, do you think you can handle the consequences of killing me?"

"There will be no consequences, because you are a nobody in this world." The squeaky voice stated, though I could detect a strange hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"How cute, thinking that you can get away with it just because you're from the largest and most powerful mafia in Italy, nay, the whole of Europe. Do you think you can afford killing me, daughter of Wang Fei Hu, leader of the Four Tigers of Asia, as well as the god-daughter of the Yamaguchi syndicate in Japan? You'd never be able to step foot in any Asian market again without getting your group targeted and cut off from our side." I smiled merrily, ignoring the widened eyes of my audience.

Well, the situation would be completely different if I wasn't engaged though... Thank the gods for this timely intervention.

"We don't only have ties to the Vongola, after all. We can afford to discard your silly little group and your allies since you're the one who needs us, not the other way round. In fact, I can guarantee that your overseas allies would throw you away in a heartbeat once you get kicked out of here. Not forgetting, your cute little heir would be dead within a day if I have any say about it, even if he was once my dear friend. Other than my cute little henchmen's, my own life is the most important one of all, you know?" I wagged my finger self-importantly.

The toddler could only pull back his gun and hop off my shoulder because he knew I was right. Although the Vongola group was powerful, but that was mostly restricted to Europe only. This was due to their powerful connections both with their vassal syndicates and markets that supply their dealings, be it guns, drugs, or women and children. However, the fact was that at least half of their supplies came from overseas markets, like Asia or the Americas. We produce them cheaply and sell them en masse due to our cheap labour force, as well as the resources and intelligence granted to us.

If the Vongola really decided to offend us, all we could simply do is cut off market access from them and any of their allies. So, an embargo on firearms, drugs, women to Europe simply because one idiot group decided to make a move in a territory that didn't belong to them. It doesn't matter how big they are. No one can survive in this world without resources. Have enough manpower but no firepower? Fat hope, unless the other party is seriously underprepared. Have enough firepower but no manpower? Too bad, you won't have enough personnel to help you before you die, unless you're really that powerful.

Sure, they can sell it off as an assassination order, but why would some idiot target a young girl and not an heir of all things? A young girl who technically wouldn't affect their future schemes despite her connections, because ultimately, she could not lead, unlike an heir who could change and shape a group in a way that would be difficult even for the most skilled seducers, since the underworld still has a mainly patriarchal structure.

Of course, this was also only possible because the huge Russian underground is mostly neutral, since they hate Europe and us equally, so they won't interfere unless a seriously massive amount of profit can be gained without much casualties on their side, those opportunistic vultures. Meanwhile, the American underground couldn't care less despite their Italian roots because they're far away enough from us, and have enough resources of their own to be able to afford not caring at all. Frankly, they'd only step in if the situation is serious enough to upset the underworld and its market, which this won't, since it'd only be a temporary upset as the lost revenue would be quickly returned when the group's allies swiftly abandon the sinking ship and flock elsewhere. Well, it may be slightly difficult since the Vongola group is so large, but since nearly the whole of Asia can be called up to arms over this, it should be fine.

Also, the underworld is called the underworld for a reason. While everyone smiles, cooperates and make contracts and alliances, everyone has a hidden agenda no matter what. It's the typical stuff – they want to swallow up each other's territories and resources, gain more power and rise up the food chain. The international market is of course, no different. We're just observing the other side calmly, waiting for a trigger to start our war since the first one to move always loses, unless they have such overwhelming strength, which is utterly impossible right now.

Reborn certainly didn't want to be the one pulling the trigger to destroy the carefully maintained balance that the underworld had set. It'd be bad for everyone if the powder keg exploded, but mostly for the one who caused the explosion. Look at the World Wars for a few good examples.

"Now then, shall we begin the actual negotiation?" My gaze bored into the abyss of Reborn's.

An unholy grin slinked its way onto my face to match Reborn's expressionless features. The boys and my adorable underlings shivered.

To TheParadoxicalOxymoron: Hmm... Roasted rabbits... Not sure how I'm supposed to feel about it... But the recap thing is a good idea, so I may decide to implement it for this story aka lazy bum author is lazy to edit previous chapters. Thanks for leaving a review :D

To Guest: Thank you! I like that honest part of my OC as well lol. We need more rotten people in this world! *strikes pose* I love animals too, which was why I added my cute floofs in. Thanks for leaving a review! Hope you'll continue on!

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Thank you very much for reading to this point! I don't know how you made it here, but thank you!

This chapter might be very boring to you (it kind of was to me because of the monologues- *bricked*) but I hope that didn't drive you away QAQ

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