Sorry for not updating sooner, but here's the next chapter! Thank you all for reading this story and reviewing. Really. I appreciate it a lot. I hope you enjoy this next installment. Good luck to anybody who currently has midterms and exams!

Tsuna stared at the staircase that led up to where the two advisors were. They were actually here… He had been so absorbed with working with Lucio and Sonia that, at some point, he had forgotten what he had come here to do. He could not help but feel the anticipation and apprehension he had for this assignment rekindle. Sure, he had his fair share of spying but this location was not familiar to him at all. Then again, there was that time with Hibari. He still wasn't sure how they were able to get out of that building, though he had a feeling that it had something to do with Hibird… But that was beside the point. His main problem was how to spy on the two men without them knowing. His thoughts were interrupted by a call.

"Thomas! Why haven't you gone up yet?" called Sonia in mild surprise, "The food's going to get cold." The woman had just come out of the kitchen with a tray of drinks.

He feigned a look of embarrassment, "Ah, sorry ma'am," said the black haired male, reverting back to his teen slang. "I was gonna go up, honest."

Sonia raised a brow in mild amusement, "Wait, Thomas." Thomas stopped mid-step and turned to the lady, a look of questioning in his eyes.

He stood quietly as the woman set down the drinks for the designated customers. Once that was settled, Sonia walked over to the disguised teen. Seemingly out of nowhere, she began to straighten out his shirt and brushed flecks of food that had clung onto the apron, the male wore. The black haired teen was careful to stay still as the lady did the check though he very much wanted to know why she was doing this all of a sudden.

"I forgot to tell you what room that I had them stay in. It's the first one to your left. The rest of the doors are all locked and not in use," said the woman as she gave the male a last look over.

Tsuna could not help but raise his brow. Was she trying to tell him that he would have to resort to eavesdropping right at the door? Surely there was some way to get into one of those rooms. Pick-locking was not his forte; it was more of something that Gokudera would excel at. As he opened his mouth to voice his concerns, the teen paused. He did not know if he imagined it or not but Tsuna felt something light dropped into his apron pocket. Tsuna frowned at the woman, a confused look evident on his face. Did he image that or did she just slip something into his pocket? And if she did, what in the, no, how in the world did she just slip into his pocket without his notice?

She gave a small wink at the look of on the male's face and gave him a light push, "It's just a little something to help you along. It's the same for all of them," said the lady cheerfully.

"Oh, you should also take a look at the paintings in that room when you have time, specifically the last one. It's a precious one," said Sonia quietly, a small grin adorned on her face.

Tsuna furrowed his brow, "Alright, ma'am…" replied the teen. Was this just small talk or was there a hidden meaning?

Sonia flicked the male's head, "What did I say about all that formal speak?" scolded the woman with a mock glare.

"To speak no formal speak," recited Tsuna, a small grin on his face.

The woman smiled before shooing away the teen, "Get going you. Can't keep customers waiting, alright?"

"I'll be goin' now… ma'am," said Tsuna, giving a mock salute with his free hand, escaping before the woman had a chance to reprimand him once more. Sonia chuckled in amusement as Thomas hastily retreated up the stairs.

However, the moment his back was toward her, the smile on her face dropped into a thoughtful frown. She was pretty good with giving and taking things stealthily, having perfected the skill amongst other skills at an early age. The fact that he was able to notice what she did was both surprising and reassuring. It meant that he had at least some talent.

And as much as she wanted to deny it, she had grown attached to the teen in the time they had spent together. She could tell that Lucio, too, had come to like him as well. There was just that air about him that made it seem like he was somebody they could depend on. She gave a small sigh before turning to the door as new customers that walked in. She desperately hoped Giotto made the right choice with this time around. Like she told Lucio earlier, it would start soon.

She smiled at the couple, "Welcome! Will it be just two?"

Tsuna paused from his walk up the stairs as he heard Sonia chattered to the new customers and turned. Once he was sure that the woman had her complete attention towards what sounded like a couple, he quickly reached into the pocket. He frowned as his hand enclosed on something hard and cold. It was a simple silver key. So that was what she meant when she said that. He had thought it only as a joke. To think that the woman was capable of such a trick, he could not help to wonder just what she did prior to working in this restaurant. However which door would it open?

He walked up the last few steps before stopping at the beginning of the hall. He could not help but raise his brow at his surroundings. There were only four rooms on the second floor, two on each side of the hallway. Though the style was similar to the first floor, there was definitely something classier about this area. The floor had a long carpet of red with a gold border pattern of lines. The carpet stretched down to the end of the hall where a painting of a rose bouquet hung regally, bordered with black polished wood. On parts not covered by the carpet were dark wooden tables held up by thin curved legs. Bright lamps sat on those tables set between each of the two doors while a chandelier-like light hung daintily at the center of the ceiling. It was clear that this floor was only used for special occasions.

To the left, he could hear a faint murmuring coming from the first room. They were definitely in there. He turned to the door only to pause, his mind drifting back to his original question concerning the key. It wouldn't hurt to check, would it? With that thought, he set the tray of food onto one of the tables and walked over to the next room. He tried jiggling the door open. It stayed firmly shut. The teen then tried inserted the key into the hole, half expecting the door to remain shut. However, with a simple turn, the door clicked open. Tsuna could not help but stare at the now opened door. A few seconds trickled away before he hurriedly shut the door and relocked it. Well that solved that question.

Tucking the key back into his pocket, he grabbed the tray once more before walking back to the door that separated him from the two advisors. There were still wisps of steam coming out of the food, granted it was significantly smaller compared to when he initially had it. Hopefully, they would take little notice. A sigh escaped his mouth as he stood before the door. Reborn would kill him if he found out just how long he was dawdling for.

With a single loud knock to sound his entrance, the teen waiter walked in. The room was slightly bigger than his old room back in Japan and significantly lighter than the hallway. To the right was a window with its red curtain drawn to the side to let in the warm afternoon light. Similar to the décor of the walls in the lower floor, there were the pictures and curtains. In addition to that, the room was bordered with an elegant background of intricate gray flower patterns shaded black.

At the center of the room was a polished dark table that was partially covered by a table cloth set diagonally. The two men seated at the table paused from their conversation, looking towards the cause of the sudden interruption. Both had taken off their jackets and had already consumed most of the appetizers.

The teen did not hesitate to speak, presenting the tray before him. "Brought up yah order's sirs," said Tsuna gruffly, keeping his head slightly lowered. It was enough to overshadowed part of his face, but not enough to make it seem as if he were doing it purposefully.

He set down the food laden plates and put the empty ones onto his tray with quick and practiced hands. The way he conducted himself would have given off the impression that he had been doing this for years. Nobody would have guessed that earlier this day, he did not have the slightest clue as to what to do.

"Will you folks be needin' anything else?" asked Tsuna as politely he could, willing himself to not tense at the amount of scrutiny the two men were giving him.

Suddenly, Moldavite spoke up, "You look rather familiar…" said the man, a thoughtful look on his face.

Tsuna gave a small frown of confusion, "S'cuse me, sir?" asked the teen, feigning cluelessness. Internally, he cursed the man's question and suspicion.

"I feel as if I know you from somewhere," muttered the advisor with a frown.

Tsuna shook his head and scoffed, "Ain't never seen you before, sir. I think you're mistakin' me for someone else," said the male, "Can I leave now?"

Thankfully, it was Silice who answered, shaking his head, "That'll be all. We shall pay when we are done. There will be no need for you to come back."

It was a clear dismissal, one that Tsuna gladly took. The teen gave a quick nod before departing, leaving as quickly as he had entered. The moment, the door clicked shut behind him, the male walked softly to the room beside it. Balancing the tray in one hand, he pulled out the key, opening the door with his other. Once again the door opened.

He slipped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He squinted around until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. All aspects of the room were the same as the other with the exclusion of a window. He placed the tray on the empty table and moved to the wall that blocked him from the two advisors. He leaned his ear against the wall, only to be met with complete silence. He could not hear a thing. What they said was completely muffled.

Tsuna let out a soft curse, half tempted to punch a hole through the wall. What was he going to do now? There was no way he could go back out without getting caught. Why would Sonia give him a key to the room? What use was it to him if he could not hear a thing?

Unless… He looked at the paintings. Which one was the one that she told him to look at? The last one, was it? He stared at the painting in confusion. He could barely make out a picture of what looked to be a kitten. There was nothing significant about it. Maybe she meant that it was behind the painting. He lifted the painting only to be assaulted by a beam of light. He grimaced at the light before laying the painting down to the ground. Sure enough, there was a small opening. From the angle he was looking through, he had a clear view of both men.

He was just in time to see Silice walk towards the door and out into the hall. Tsuna frowned as the man disappeared from the room. Where was the man going? He almost jumped when he heard the door knob of the room being jiggled. He definitely needed to thank Sonia when he had the chance. Had he gone with his backup idea of listening in, he would have been caught by Scoria's advisor instantly.

Tsuna turned to the peephole once more. "Is that kid gone?" asked Moldavite from his seat, a thoughtful look on his face as the Conchiglia advisor's reentrance.

"Well, he's not there," answered Silice, closing the door softly before returning to his seat, "Why so interested?"

Moldavite gave a small shrug before beginning to eat, "He seemed rather edgy... And I had a feeling I'd seen him before…"

Silice raised his brow, "Where would that be?" asked the man in mild curiosity.

"I don't know, but it was definitely recent," said the man, helping himself to the food that was set before him, "There's something strange about him. I can feel it. He's hiding something."

Silice raised a brow but did not ask further. Instead, the man changed the topic to something more interesting, to Tsuna, at least. "You know, I don't think Giotto's going to be neutral any longer. I think he's figured most of it out," commented the chestnut haired advisor, before taking a bite.

Moldavite gave a slight smile, a mischievous glow in his usually icy blue eyes, "Of course, I'm willing to bet he suspected from the beginning. That intuition of his is a rather frightening skill to have."

Silice laughed, "True, but that is only part of the reason that his family has risen to such heights," muttered the man, a wry smile that looked out of place on the man's face, "Do you think he'll try talking with Vetro again?"

Moldavite shrugged, "It's hard to tell since Vetro's been so reluctant to get into any violence. But I think he's been pretty unhappy with what's been happening the past couple of weeks" said the man. Having finished the last his food, the man poured himself another glass of wine.

Silice shook his head, "I think it would be wise for him to talk with Giotto. The last time it was this quiet, Vetro lost six men to an ambush and Giotto lost his previous advisor. I think he's planning to do something again."

All sense of ease trickled from the room at that comment. "Well, if it is like that then Vetro might just hear him out. However, we still haven't found solid evidence for the attacks to indicate that it's him," muttered Moldavite, irritation clear in his blue eyes

Silice gave a small nod, "I'm sorry that I can't be of much help. I have not been there long enough for him to be privy to all his secrets."

Moldavite shook his head, "You have risen to a high enough rank to have access to all of his business activities. That was our initial goal. Vetro said not to go farther than that; anymore than that will have you under suspicion."

The next few minutes passed as both seemingly preoccupied with their own thoughts, Silice eating while Moldavite simply looked at his glass, not drinking. Tsuna, in the meantime, did not know what to think. Did this mean that Silice was a spy for Vetro? How long had this been going on for? Better yet, how did this escape the notice of Giotto? If he remembered correctly, the alliance was roughly a year and a half in the making. That was ample time to go looking in to the other families. Yet for him to only find out the two were meeting now…

Then there was the question about the advisor and the attacks. So it was not just the Vongola that were experiencing problems. And if what Silice implied was true then it could be possible that during that time with Rampou…

A sigh brought him out of his thoughts. It was Moldavite, "I rue the day we decided for you to go serve him and I most definitely rue that alliance was made. It's constrained our exports and imports dreadfully. Vetro was complaining that the share we received was dismal."

Silice gave a small shrug, "However, you know we have benefited from the alliance in the long run, especially with the Vongola. Granted, those first two meetings we had, you almost got yourself killed by Giotto."

"Hey, I've been working on it, okay? You don't see me doing that during meetings anymore," growled Moldavite with an indignant glare, before taking a drink from his glass.

Silice raised his brow in disbelief, "Of course."

Moldavite held his hand up in defeat, "All right, all right. I won't bring it up anymore," said blue eyed man, "Anyway, that new advisor; I talked to him for a bit, yesterday."

"…I saw that. And what do you think of him?" asked Silice curiously.

Moldavite gave a small grin, "He's a funny man, the one that Giotto found. I am pretty sure that the whole night was just an act for that little brunette."

"You mean he faked the whole thing?" asked Silice, eyes narrowed in disbelief, "It did not look like that to me. He reminded me of the lower ranks we have right now that do not know how to fight correctly."

"That shows how much he had us all fooled," said Moldavite, tapping his head with a slight smirk, "I only noticed something off when you made a move towards Giotto for that comment. Believe it or not, the man was ready for you. Vetro noticed as well. You would've been hurt had you not backed off."

Silice frowned, "Really, now… I specifically remember him getting tossed across the room before we left."

Moldavite shook his head and chuckled, "I am not questioning your skills. What I am saying is that, the man's experienced even if looked very amateurish. Let us just keep it that."

"Experienced or not, I do not understand why Giotto is putting so much confidence in that man," said Silice with a frown, "You saw what happened to the other advisors that the man had and how they ended up. I am pretty sure that he'll be targeted next."

Moldavite raised his brow before smirking, "Whoever's behind those targeting will realize the hard way…"

Silice glared at the man before sighing, "Why are you so sure that he'll make it? Are you sure that the advisor isn't just bait or something?" suggested the man halfheartedly.

Moldavite shrugged and began pouring the last of the wine into his glass, "Who knows. Maybe it's a ploy or maybe it's just that Giotto finally got a good one that he trusts."

"But it's strange. It's like the advisor came out of thin air. I have never seen him around, ever."

"I agree. I reckon that not even those in the Vongola had known about the sudden appearance."

"Speaking of which, where is Caius?" asked Silice with a raised brow, "He was supposed to come as well."

Moldavite sighed, "That guardian, Alaude, was it? Well that man has his people watching and keeping tab of all the other new recruits after the last one tried to pass on information to another family. The best Caius can do is just stay low. Granted, we shouldn't even be meeting up after what happened last time."

Silice chuckled, "Knowing him and that temper of his, I'm surprised that Vetro only yelled at you for that. I thought he would at least break your arm."

Moldavite scoffed, "Come, now, I am all for a fight. But, no, that man goes on and lectures me. Of all things he could have done… Do you know how long he went on for? A good hour on being more careful! At least I know that the men I trained are competent."

Silice shook his head in amusement, before holding up his glass up in a mock toast, "I assume that our next one won't be for a long while then," said Silice, before downing the drink.

Moldavite chuckled quietly, "Will do."

"Where are you planning to go now?" asked Silice, with a raised brow, "Certainly not to something fancy from what I gather."

"I told some of my men to meet with me at the docks," said Moldavite as he poured himself a last cup of wine. "Vetro wanted me to check the shipments."

"I see. Well, until next time," said Silice getting up to put on his jacket.

Moldavite raised a brow, "Next time, …-"

Tsuna did not bother listening to the end of the conversation. Instead, he hastily placed the painting back in its original place and left the room with all that he brought with him. He needed to get down without them noticing. He walked as quickly as he could without making any of the empty plates clatter. The black haired teen was almost down the stairs before he heard the faint sound of the door opening. He turned quickly into the dining area only to find it pretty much empty with the exception of a couple and Sonia, who was wiping the tables. At his arrival, she looked up, but before she could say anything, he sped straight to the kitchen.

Sonia frowned. How rude. She was tempted to go and reprimand the teen but before she could, the two men walked down. She raised her brow, before smiling, "I see you have finished. Were the dishes to your taste?"

Tsuna let out a small sigh of relief as he reached his goal. It was not a moment too soon as he heard Sonia talking to the two advisors. "Ah, I see you're back."

Tsuna turned to the source of the voice, it was Lucio. The man had gone out to trash the waste and was now moving back to the sink where a small pile of dirtied dishes were waiting to be washed. "I assume it went well?" said the man as he rolled up his sleeves.

Tsuna nodded, "Yes. But I —"

Lucio interrupted, turning to the male, a crooked smile on his face, "Don't tell me everything. A yes is sufficed. I have no use for any other information. The one who needs to hear it the most is the Vongola."

The teen gave a slight frown before nodding, "Do you need help with anything?"

The cook shook his head, "Nothing, for now. Are there any people left in the front?"

"Well, there was a couple that was still sitting there when I came down," answered Tsuna, "Other than that no."

"Hmm, go help Sonia then. Once those two are done, we'll be closing up," said Lucio, going back to the dishes.

"So soon?" asked Tsuna in confusion. It couldn't have been more than past four or five. But as he looked around the kitchen, there was not a speck of food anywhere. The stoves and pots were all empty and cleaned.

Noticing his disbelief, Lucio chuckled, "We usually open later, but today, it will be Charles' daughter's birthday today, so they want me to help make the dinner. And Sonia probably misses them too. It's been a while since we last visited."

"I see…" muttered Tsuna thoughtfully, "You guys seem really close."

Lucio turned to Tsuna with a small smile, "I take it she's talked to you about it."

Tsuna bowed his head slightly, "I did not mean to pry. The comment just came out." Why did he have to be so stupid sometimes?

"No, no. I know. I also know that she's planning to try again today," continued Lucio.

Tsuna frowned, "You knew?"

Lucio scoffed, "I am not dense as she claims me to be. Believe me, I've known." Tsuna raised his brow in mild surprise. So Lucio had known the entire time.

"So why haven't you given her a response?" asked Tsuna, his curiosity getting the better of him.

The cook, who had finished washing the plates, turned to the teen, leaning against the edge of the sink, "One of the reasons that I haven't given any response yet was because I have only recently received this."

He pulled out a small pouch from his pocket. Tsuna looked at the pouch in question. What was inside it? Lucio smiled at the teen before opening the pouch and pulling out a ring. It had the traditional design of clasped hands but what was really striking about it, was the small delicate-looking diamond surmounted on the hands. If Tsuna was not mistaken, that was an engagement ring.

Tsuna stared in shock, "Is that a Fede ring? Are you planning to-"

Lucio nodded before he could finish his comment, "Do keep this a secret. The other reason that I had not proposed sooner was because at that time I had nothing but a rundown shop that did not even have a proper stove. I had to depend on partial support from my family."

"But this time it's different," said Tsuna as he watched the man place the ring and pouch back into the safety of his pocket, "You can stand on your own and provide for her now."

"Yes," said Lucio with a satisfied smile, "I plan to tell her at the dinner tonight."

"I wish you the best," said Tsuna with a small smile. He really meant it; he was happy for them.

It was at that time that Sonia came walking in with a pile of plates and glasses. "I'm finished up with the front. The upstairs rooms are all locked and cleaned," said Sonia as she passed the dishware to Lucio. Sonia turned to the teen expectantly.

Tsuna pulled out the key, presenting it to the woman, "I found this in my pocket. I think it belongs to you, ma'am."

Sonia raised a brow in amusement, "Oh, How silly of me to have dropped it. Thank you, Thomas. I hope things went well?"

Tsuna gave a small nod, "The painting you told me to look at, really was precious. Thank you." If it weren't for that painting, he would have never found out what the two men were talking about. Sonia grinned at his underlying meaning.

"I'm glad you liked it. That picture was painted by my father a couple of years ago," said Sonia with a reminiscent smile, "Anyway, before you went up, I wanted to ask if you would like to come with us to Charles' place. He's having a birthday celebration for his daughter."

"…Actually, I have another errand that I need to run before I can go," said Tsuna sheepishly.

Sonia frowned, "But what else do you need to do?" questioned the woman in confusion.

Tsuna shook his head, "It's just something small. It shouldn't take too long."

"Alright," agreed Sonia, albeit reluctantly, "However, you'll be there later? Do you remember the way back?"

The teen nodded, as he began taking off his apron, "Yes, thank you for having me here. I learned a lot here," said Tsuna giving a small bow.

Sonia giggled, taking the apron from the teen and giving the teen his cap, "Oh you're such a silly person, Thomas."

Tsuna gave a small smile before leaving the kitchen and out the door.

Sonia turned to Lucio, who had paused from his work, "Wasn't he supposed to come with us? Isn't that what Charles said?"

"Yes…" replied Lucio with a frown, "I cannot imagine what he's planning to do. It does seem rather suspicious though."

"Right? I don't know, Lucio. I feel like something bad is going to happen. What if he gets hurt?" said Sonia worriedly.

Lucio shook his head, "Thomas can fend for himself; I saw that first hand."

"Really… Wait, how do you know?" demanded the woman with a frown.

"Before those two arrived, I had a run in with Rosario," said the man, "He questioned why they came, together."

Sonia instantly paled at the name.

Lucio continued on as if he were talking about weather, though it was clear to Sonia that he, too, had been shaken, "If Thomas hadn't interfered, I wouldn't have been here talking."

"Rosario is back?" whispered Sonia in fear, "Why?"

Lucio shook his head, "Your guess is as good as mine. But it is not safe to be alone anymore."

Tsuna looked around in confusion as he turned another block. Maybe, it would have been a good idea to ask where it was before leaving. He looked up into the sky and frowned with dislike at the heavy gray clouds that had gathered up since his stay with Lucio and Sonia. He felt bad for leaving them like that and he was sure that they were suspecting, but it wasn't something he felt he should say. He doubted that Sonia would have let him gone so easily if he told her the truth; that he was planning to follow a certain advisor to the docks. He wasn't even sure why he wanted to in the first place. It was just that gut feeling that something was going to happen there. Whether it was a good or bad thing, well he would find out soon enough.

As he walked down the street, he could start seeing the sails of boats, rising above buildings. What should have been an hour walk had turned into two hours since he had taken the wrong route twice. Thankfully, a shop owner had been able to point him towards it, though there was a word of warning. Something about heavy rains tonight and how youngsters shouldn't be out. As he hastened his pace, his thoughts could not help but return to what he had heard. There was a spy in the Vongola, but who was this Caius and just what was he there for? And what had really happened to those advisors? There was so much that he needed to tell Giotto, but that man had said that he would be at a meeting, so it was unlikely to be any time soon. He would have to contend himself with waiting.

He lowered his cap as he drew close to the port. There were five ships that were docked, rocking gently to the lull of the waves. Crates upon crates lined the port in assorted sizes, not yet moved to the warehouses. He gave a small frown as he looked around. Aside from the waves and calls of gulls, there was a lack of human movements and sounds. Perhaps there was a break time at the moment? Did that mean that they were in the warehouses? He hesitated for a moment before walking towards the buildings. Most of them were closed and two, so far, that were open, were filled with cargo. A light drizzle had begun to fall, as he moved to check the next to last one. Tsuna could not help but wonder if the man had already gone.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of wood breaking. He tensed, looking around for the source of the noise. It came from the warehouse that he was heading to. He moved to the warehouse quietly, sneaking to the side door quietly. He could hear a faint groan, probably the person that had crashed into the wood. Peering in, he froze in shock at the sight before him. Bodies of dead men lay strewn around like rag dolls, the cause of their death; a cut to the throat. He counted roughly ten men from where he stood. Standing at the center of the site was Rosario, flanked by two men. They had their backs to the door, surrounding a man. Upon closer inspection, it was Moldavite. Why was he here? Tsuna slipped into the building, hiding behind the crates and objects to the right, moving closer to the three. His mind was racing. What should he do?

"You had some are rather talented men to be capable of eliminating so much of mine" commented Rosario airily, "It's a shame that they are all dead. It's just you now."

"You bastard," said Moldavite, an expressionless look on his face, however, his eyes told a different story of anger.

Rosario chuckled, "What do you think you can do. Not only are you outnumbered, you are in no condition to fight. Now why don't you think about what I said?"

Moldavite glared, "I have nothing to say to the likes of you." It was true that the man was in no condition to fight with all the injuries that he had accumulated.

"Now, now. There is no need to get dramatic here," chided the hire hand, "After all; I went through so much to find you. It would be a shame to lose such a powerful man."

Moldavite stayed silent and unmoving, clearly not believing the man.

"I think you should reconsider it, though your choices are rather limited," said Rosario.

"I already told you. I would rather die than forsake my Family."

Rosario gave a small sigh, "Very well. Rostov, Griffith. Give the man his wish." With that said, the man left, whistling a small tune.

The two men traded smirks before turning to the advisor, "Time to say goodbye, just like your other men" sneered one of the men giddily.

Moldavite started at the two warily, readying himself to fight to the death, "I will avenge them."

"Look, Grif. He's still going to fight," said Rostov with a snicker, "There is no way he can win two to one."

"Then why don't we even the field?"

The two killers turned in surprise to the source of the voice. Moldavite frowned before widening his eyes in shock, "You're that kid from before! This place is dangerous, what are you doing here?"

"I came to help," said Tsuna simply.

Rostov looked towards his companion before the two barked in laughter, "Griff, that kid wants to play hero," said Rostov between his laughs.

"Get out of here!" growled Moldavite, "You can't beat them."

"Shut up, advisor," ordered Rostov, before slamming the advisor into a crate, "Stay there and don't move. We'll come back for you soon."

Griffith raised a hand, "I'll take him, Rostov."

Tsuna eyed the man, Griffith, who was advancing towards him, cautiously. The man pulled out a knife before suddenly speeding forward. Tsuna narrowly dodged being sliced through; however, he was not prepared for the kick that followed right after. He was nearly sent sprawling; luckily he was able to block most of the impact. This man was no joke. However, he was not as skilled as Rosario. Tsuna hesitated, looking towards where Moldavite laid unmoving. He reached for what was in the inside of his pocket. Should he do it?

"Anything you do is worthless," said Griffith with a smirk, "Soon, you'll end up just like all these men that we killed. It'll be a beautiful addition."

Tsuna stared at the man with unreadable eyes, "Beautiful? You call this beauty," whispered Tsuna, coldness seeping through his voice.

Griffith laughed, "This is only the beginning. Soon the whole entire of Italy will be painted red-"

Before the man could say anymore, Tsuna sent him flying. Rostov, who had been watching in silence, widened his eyes as he realized what just happened. Rostov cursed before making towards the exit, "Griffith, MOVE! He's dangerous. We need to report this."

Griffith managed to land, albeit stumbling on his feet. He looked at the teen and stared with a tinge of fear in his eyes, "Why do you have those flames. Only the Vongola boss possesses that," said Griffith in shock.

"You will never know, you despicable man," said Tsuna softly.

At the sound of the man's voice, Griffith moved. But it was one second too late. Everything was over in a blink of an eye. Rostov gave a yell of anger as his companion dropped to ground unmoving.

"You'll pay for this. Rosario will have you destroyed, even with that flame of yours," snarled Rostov, before fleeing from the building.

Tsuna was half in mind to go after the man but at the sound of a groan he stopped. He gave a small sigh, his flames disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. He tucked the gloves away and hurried over to the injured advisor.

"Sir, are you alright?" asked Tsuna with a frown.

Moldavite winced, "Well, that could have gone a lot better."

Tsuna tried to help the man up, "We need to get out of here. I think that man's going to come back with the other man, sir"

Moldavite let out a small curse, allowing the teen to help, "He came out of nowhere. We were caught off guard."

Tsuna gave a small nod as they began walking into the drizzling rain. He was careful to keep his face turned slightly away from the man. He knew the man was trying to get a look at him, but he rather he'd not. Moldavite winced as the water dropped relentlessly on his wounds. They were behind the warehouse and on the streets filled with houses

"Shall we get out of the rain?" asked Tsuna quietly, motioning towards a covered alleyway. There was no answer, so Tsuna simply steered them there.

Once, there, Moldavite slumped against the wall, "I guess I am in debt to you."

Well he couldn't say he followed the advisor there now could he… Tsuna gave a small shrug before turning to the direction of the warehouses, "I just happened to be there, sir."

Tsuna frowned as he saw a group of men arriving to the warehouse they just vacated. There was some who went inside while others began splitting up. One of the men caught his attention. Squinting his eyes, he managed to make out the face of Vetro. That boss had come a moment too late. "Sir, I think your people are here," said Tsuna, turning back to the man, "I'll be leaving now.

As Tsuna turned to leave Moldavite spoke up, "Wait."

Tsuna paused and turned back. "Here, I am part of the Sabbia family. If ever you need something, present this to them and ask for Moldavite."

Tsuna raised his brow in surprise. The man was presenting him with a ring. He hesitated before accepting it. He had not planned for this to happen, but what was he to do?

Moldavite stared as the teen hastily moved back out into the rain that was now pouring down heavily. The male made a waving motion before quickly running off. Not a moment later, he saw a group of men going after the teen.

Moldavite forced himself to get up, and walk out of the alleyway. He was instantly spotted. Vetro rushed over to him, "Moldavite, what happened here? Are you alright?"

Moldavite nodded, "He sent Rosario, Vetro. I'm sorry that I couldn't do anything. That man was beyond my league."

Vetro frowned, his gray eyes flashed in anger, "This is war."

I know it's rather rushed and choppy, but I have only been able to work at it when i have breaks from exams. Still, I hoped you enjoyed, and feel free to make any comments or critiques! Also, I wish for the best for Japan and hope the relief funds will help. If it is within your means to help whether it is small or large, it'll be real great.

Thank you for reading.