A/N: Very slow updates if any. Will try to clarify the existing chapters, slowly. (In short, trying to release without creating inconsistencies, since I don't have resources to go over the entire stuff atm.)

Thanks for the continued attention. I really appreciate it. ^^

11.

The Second Flame-drain Incident, 2

Many stayed in tension even after ten years has passed, ten years after the future battles ended.

How could they trust someone who claimed to have conquered countless worlds? Even if his color is white, many does not see him as such. Only those in the Trinisette are able to feel at peace. Only they, dare.

Perhaps as long as he lives, the tension against him will never disappear. For this reason, Yuni was made to hold all of Millifiore's forces. Byakuran was left only with his wreaths.

When he stormed the Vongola HQ that day, he did not think about the consequences. He acted without composure and almost without thought. It was as if he was drunk. His eyes were wide and his body never ceased moving. There wasn't a calm moment and his blood was boiling.

Those who had seen him roaming the halls thought, "Is he crazed?". Ah, but wasn't that just normal for him? They pondered about the meaning of that word. His appearance was such, that although it is widely accepted that Byakuran is such a character, crazed, they still doubted that word.

Once he caught sight of her, his footsteps stopped for a moment. He swallowed as if it was required at that moment, and breathed with his whole being. Next, he was inches from her face, elated. He did not allow for her instincts to surface, as he imprisoned the other, unable to react nor retaliate.

"I found you~" He said, with a low volume but with much delight. It was such a blessing that the other party was already knocked out before he uttered those words or else he might have caused her, the one who he had been wanting to meet, instant death by a heart-attack.

It could be noted however, that he purposefully did not meet her eyes, not wanting to see how he at that moment, was reflected. He did not care for anything else.

Through the night, he refused to let go. He did not see any reason he had to. The only good to this was that, him not letting go, actually was necessary... It's just, it was only necessary because he had caused it to be, though as an unintended side-effect.

He had wanted to waken the other's potential to flames so he went ahead and drowned her in it. How could he have known that she has such poor control? He didn't know that the other was shot with a Dying Will bullet (which was normal since those who gossiped about it ceased living). Once he heard about it, the corner of his lips curled down. He patted the other's head and dropped a light kiss.

Of course. This darling was just that interesting. He wasn't surprised how this one gained those bored humans' interest. She had always been someone whose minute movements made trigger-happy murderers empty their guns. She breaths out misunderstandings like carbon dioxide, unknowingly most of the time, and intentionally whenever she can't be bothered to care about her life.

He realized, she was doomed then.

She already knew she'd die sooner or later, so she didn't care who she provoked.

It was always like this. When he finally finds her, she's already one foot in a grave, half-dead.

This time too, it seems she'd be willing to help with the digging.

When he raised his head, there was a brief glint, then the corner of his lips curled up in amusement. He'd make sure to watch this time too, how she'd die before everyone else.

In the meantime, he spares nothing to get her back to her feet. He shares his flames unsparingly, not really having much use for it. She's glass, a knocked down container, imperfect, fragile, and already worn down. One which never had a lid, transparent too, and so spills one's life without regard. She only had her family which surrounded her and kept her from never getting back up, they're good as gone now, far away and without replacement.

Byakuran fills her with flames as a stop-gap measure, so she won't run out of it so soon, but he doesn't have any intention of completely straightening her up. In general, there was no point in trying to do so. He has seen this scene so many times.

Just thinking of what could happen next, prevents him from remembering about that which humans call sleep. His eyes shine inside the dark room devoid of moonlight and sounds, his arms draped over that ordinary yet mysterious being. Let us not mention how , like a little girl, he could be giggling in excitement, lest we creep ourselves out.

There is no one else like this, like there is no else that could be a Sawada Tsunayoshi. They are now under the same roof, this one and the Decimo, but he's sure nothing, no one, will change this one, so stubborn, so quiet, but so secretly blinding.

How many days does she have left? He'd be sure to ask once she wakes. And then he will tell her stories that only she would believe, only he, knows.

TBC

posted: 2017-05-22

A/N: Short release, I know. Supplement to existing chapter 1.