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I need an ambulance to take me away since i've collapsed from overly stress and fatigue earned from a day in school. URGH, i have made so MANY regrets this school year, err, a horrible start if i say so myself ;_;

also, I am terribly sorry for updating so late. school and all the crazy shit happenin' it's just, CBFURGHFLODFHDU- MADNESS. MADNESS I TELLZ YOU. my teachers are HORRIBLE, i wish they can see themselves in our shoes and understand their yammers. I feel sorry for them for not trying or putting effort into their work. and did i tell you that my class has been LISTENING during the whole discussion but CANNOT understand a word they say? poor teachers, ABSOLUTELY poor.

ALSO, I am HEARTILY sorry for this short chapter. I got writer's block. And when I have the time to write, I write something else -_-" dagnabbit. URGH.

Thanks to all those who faved, followed and reviewed my story! That makes me so happy!

DISCLAIMER: KHR is Akira Amano's, the plot and OC is solemnly mine and mine alone.

Clad in red and black striped long sleeves with a white vest and dark jeans and expensive shoes, the Varia storm guardian looked out the oversized window and checked his watch from time to time. Belphegor tapped his foot impatiently, arms crossed and a frown on his face as he received word from one of the attendants that they hadn't receive word of any flights. Sighing angrily, he made a mental note to slice their faces the moment they arrive. Not giving a shit if they dodge it and some innocent passerby gets injured. To his right, his ever patient and loyal kouhai, Flan, dressed in a green hoodie and denim jumper plus a watermelon beanie, was too busy playing with his PSP to even take note of his grumpy sempai.

Bel grunted displeasingly as he checked his watch for the umpteenth time, angrily running a hand through his blonde locks.

"Geez, how long does it take a few private planes to arrive?" asked Bel, clearly at the verge of blowing up.

"Beats me sempai, probably they're having terrible weather to deal with as they arrive. I hear Lussuria-san and Squalo-taichou has to deal with the storm to come here all the way from Asia." Flan murmured, focusing his bored irises to his game.

Dealing with the storm, Hah, what a laugh. Thought the resident storm as he checked his device for any news from any of the guardians but to no avail, there was none.

"Well this is just great; we've been waiting ducks for here over half an hour! And they know very much that I hate waiting." Looking outside, he slumped against the wall and let out another unattractive grunt when he realized that neither of them seems to be coming "And to make matters worse," at this, Flan put his PSP down "the communications are down for some reason. That's never happened before and it's fucking fantastic."

"Heh, they probably have something going on- Wait, we have communications?" asked the illusionist dumbfounded causing Bel to roll his eyes.

"Ow, that hurt sempai! What did you do that for?"

2 weeks ago…

After videotaping Mikaela at the alley, Belphegor immediately called up the whole Varia to report in. Man was Squalo and Xanxus faces funny the moment they received his report, full of childish pouts and disappointment. And thank god it was over the video conference, or else he'd have to face the wrath of his temperate boss and bloodthirsty commander. A battle of which he knows he won't stand a chance on. Lussuria, Mammon and Leviathan were surprisingly contented though. And again, thank god it was on telecom because Lussuria had taken off his sunglasses and was making kissy faces during the whole duration of their Videocon. Thank god Xanxus actually forced him to put it back on or Bel couldn't look of his own reflection for a week. Seriously, it's best not to be curious about Lussuria's face. Take it from the Varia themselves.

"Mikaela Bartolomio eh?" Squalo's orbs began to glisten dangerously, memorizing every single couture and color she has on her. The shine from his blade shone even brighter if possible, even from the Videocon.

"Hmm, she looks kinda cute" Lussuria coos, resting his head on his palm.

"Hn, cute for a killer" added Mammon.

Leviathan merely grunted, replaying the video as he sipped some ice cold water.

Their fearless leader, Xanxus, on the other hand was dead silent. Seemed petulant in fact, a fact they decided to leave at rest. He was pondering deep thoughts about the girl's asset, stealth, wit and skills that can benefit the team.

They seem to have really taken interest in her, because right after Belphegor had sent them the video, she had immediately caught their attention and like as well. Over and over again, they replayed the video sent. 2 minutes. 2 freaking minutes! She took down 10 of Flan's illusions in just 2 minutes! And this was no laughing matter to apprehend! This was just the kind of quality they were looking for! The quality that befitted their group.

She was just the person they were looking for.

Mikaela Bartolomio.

After a while, Xanxus seemed to fit the pieces altogether in his head. A dangerous grin broke into his face, twin scarlet pool orbs glinting pleasingly.

Finally, the final piece to their puzzle. Their missing rose. She was the one they were looking for.

"Is she still there?" came his deep husky voice, even from the Videocon, hearing his voice sent shivers down their spines.

Belphegor shrugged cueing Flan to say something.

"Eto, Cloud-san has just checked in some cheap motel. It's already been 2 days and a half; she's been lazing in there all day. Other than that, she drops by the local library reading or playing chess. I'm pretty sure she'll be staying for a week here." Says the young illusionist as he bit a piece of his cal zone.

At this, Lussuria chortles. Unbelieving what the greenete had said. She was that cheape?

"Cheapo" states Mammon.

"VOI! SO WHAT'STHE GAME PLAN BOSS!?" Squalo shrieks loudly in excitement, swinging his swords carelessly around him.

"Pipe down Commander! Geesh, even in a Videocon, you still manage to make my ears bleed!" whined the greenete with his mouth full.

"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI, YOU SAD FUCK, I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT AGAIN!"

"Both of you shut up, you're breaking in a migraine" Xanxus says coolly.

The rain and mist guardians both immediately shut their mouths, awaiting for his orders.

"If she's still there, then we have a good chance to take her. We all fly to where Belphegor and Flan is, knowing her, I bet she can sense us if both Belphegor and Flan confront her. Stand your grounds and wait for us. She's a smart kid. I say, it'll quicker and faster to take her if we all confront her. That way, we can have an advantage. Plus, it'll be a lot fun to apprehend her." At his last statement, they all broke in a dangerous grin and chuckle. He was right about that.

"Let's meet up by Monday, anyone late shall die"

2 weeks later and still there was no word if anyone from Varia had died. How he wished one of them had died. It was 2 weeks already!

Oh wow, punctuality had never really been part of their ideals, but it was something they did not take lightly.

Assholes, What ASSHOLES. Those Asswiped fuckering assholes.

Why oh why are they never compliant with time management?

Tutting angrily to himself, Belphegor caught the sight of an airplane heading their direction with Vongola insignia.

Finally. he thought.

"Ara- here they are sempai" says the young illusionist.

They finally arrived. His blood tinged in excitement. He couldn't wait to finally meet up with his little pauper, to have fun with her, and to see if she is as good as the video says about her.

"Shishishishi, boy will this be fun~"