Hey guys! I'm finally done this chapter. I do warn you that this is mostly thoughts of Yuna and Byakuran (in a third person/omniscient sort of way). Quite long points of views might I add. Hah. The chapter will be back to the battles and stuff.

I'm stumped on some stuff at the moment. I'm wondering if I should stick with canon or go OFF canon but the story line still relates to it in one way of another. Also, my friend killed my trail of thought with the Dimenticato types of flames, so I'm just going to use the weather idea, maybe I'll return to using the idea of 'Protection, temptation etc' later... But not right now.

Gah, school is killing my Fanfiction time, along with the fact that I use the computer waay to much... (Most of it is dedicated to TRYING to work on a FF chapter...) I've been working on this chapter for daaayss... This winter break... I wonder how fast I'll update, or how slow I'll update. o.O;

Also, is there any other perspectives you'd want to me to write in (third person/omniscient mixed way though).

I think I made Byakuran a little too OOC in this... Heh... Sorry D:

That's pretty much all the questions I have for you, the reader, at the moment... Sorry for the block of author comments and crap. *laughs awkwardly*

Well... Enjoy..! :D

"Yuna," A voice so soft and gentle called. Yuna looked around to find herself in a garden in front of a large building, a mansion. Her surroundings were full of flowers; only a little path would allow you to walk around the area without destroying its beauty. The flowers, fully bloomed, were breath taking, the variety of blending colours… "Yuna…" The voice continued to call her. Yuna could feel a warm summer breeze pass by, her hair fluttering slightly and tickle her cheek.

Yuna noticed that she was wearing a light blue sundress instead of her light blue T-shirt, black sweater and pants. She felt so light, as any simple breeze could lift her up and take her to the endless sky.

The sky…

Yuna followed the smooth, stone path, her dress fluttering with her movements. The voice called her again, it was getting louder. She slowed her pace down and then paused completely, her eyes sliding shut.

"Yuna…" Yuna's eyes opened and she turned around. There stood someone she longed to see. Tears flowed freely down her eyes. "Yuna… I love you."

"T-Tsuna," Yuna whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. Those three words… The ones she longed to hear from him… "Tsuna…" She ran over to him and he held out open arms. "Tsuna…" She continued to repeat his name, over and over. "Tsuna, I lo-"

Yuna's eyes fluttered open as she found herself staring at a vast blue sky, hidden behind a few sunlight shielding leaves.

"Tsu… Na…," Yuna whispered. She fought to hold back tears, only a couple managed to escape out of her left eye, as she noticed she couldn't see out of her right one.

"Crying is the first thing you do when you wake up?" Yuna rushed to sit up, alarmed at the sudden voice. She let out a painful cry as she fell back onto the grass, hands immobile, but griping the grass and dirt with as much strength she had, though it was little. "It's going to hurt if you move like that." Once the pain was starting to subside, Yuna turned her head to the direction of the voice.

"B-Byakuran?" She asked. He smiled, though it sent a scared chill down her spine.

"Mind explaining to me how you escaped from before and why you were fighting Aru-chan?" Byakuran asked, though he said the nickname he gave Aruki with distaste. Yuna looked at him puzzled.

"W-why'd you save me?" She asked. His faced looked stoic, momentarily his expression changed to a bitter smile.

"It'd be boring if my little bird died by the hands of someone else," He said, acerbically. Yuna looked at him morosely. He reached down and she didn't move. His fingers lightly brushed against her hair, stroking it. "So far... It seems like Aru-chan-" He said the name with obvious abhorrence. "-has done me the job of temporarily clipping your wings."

"Ah..." Yuna couldn't move as most of her body was immobile, she didn't want to waste words on this subject as well. She knew, whatever she said, would do her no good. Inwardly, she shivered in fear.

"When you woke up... You said the Vongola's name." You could hear the apparent disgusted way he spat the sentence out. "Is he the one you yearn for?"

Yuna didn't respond and Byakuran frowned.

"I..." He waited. "I don't understand your motive for you to.... In your terms I suppose, cage me."

"It's your fault," He deadpanned. "You allure me."

"..." Yuna didn't say anything else and then glanced around. It was a quiet forest, the rustling of the leaves and some possible animals resounded through its vast area. Out of the corner of her eye, Yuna watched Byakuran walked over to some bushes and lean down, as if to pick something up.

"Ara, a white rose," He chuckled. He walked over to her, and his eyes were staring down at her. He gave a smile and then his left hand moved to take hold of the thorn stem. Byakuran simply ripped the stem off the flower, ignoring the painful thorns, it made Yuna wonder if he had even felt them at all. He crouched down and set the rose onto the top right corner of Yuna's hair, making it look like a hair ornament. "A white rose has many meanings... Eternal love, Silence or innocence, wistfulness, virtue, purity, secrecy, reverence and humility... Hah." Yuna kept mute to Byakuran's explanations. "A flower to describe you... I honestly can't quite say." He took a seat beside on the ground.

Yuna shifted her eyes, examined her body unmoving. The blood seemed to be clean, though her clothes… Yuna blinked. Her clothes seemed to have changed… Wasn't it the uniform that-! Why was she wearing the same uniform of the funeral wreaths and Byakuran!?

"If you try to leave, I will drag you back, I'll clip your wings and take away everything else you have until I'm all you can think of, the only place you can go and run to. It'd be best for you to do as you're told so I don't have to take away anything more; I'm even daring to take away your mobility to keep you by my side."

His words echoed in her head. Was this one way of keeping her with him? Or was it because her other clothes were completely tattered and worn due to her battle with Aruki? Speaking of that old man, where was he? Was he dead? Yuna didn't really want to think about it anymore. The pain, the blood… Yuna shook the thought off; she decided to quickly switch mental subjects.

She went back to examining her wounds and such. She seemed to be bandaged up nicely and she assumed what was covering her right eye was most likely a bandage, considering that she had pierced it earlier to activate the fifth path. She paused again. The paths of hell… How in the world has she been able to use them? Was it because of the 'mist connection', something or other? She came to the conclusion that she could only use it while she was in contact mentally with Mukuro. Any other options were too unbelievable.

Though, she pondered something from that battle. Why did she have an overwhelming amount of bloodlust? She recalled it being so intense that if there had been any more bloodshed and wounds inflicted on Akira, her opponent, she would have gone after other people. She could have even gone after her own allies… She pushed that thought aside. She didn't, and she never would. End of story.

Yuna flinched and she started coughing. It would seem that her illness had yet to go away…

"There were rumors… That the Primo Mist Guardian of the Dimenticato… Had a similar disease."

The first gen… Mist guardian? Yuna recalled. I wonder what the Primo's Dimenticato's family was like… Jun Jie did say that they were similar to the tenth generation, though… She didn't have a family yet. She had yet to recruit them. In this future… Ten years later… Did she recruit her famiglia yet? There were so many unanswered questions… She spat out blood and sat up, ignoring the burning sensations from her wounds. Yuna's vision blurred slightly as she felt her arms being grabbed. She could easily assume who it was as black and white flashed before her eyes. She was dazed as the uniform jacket's sleeves were pulled halfway down her arms.

Yuna flinched as she felt something piece her right arm. It seemed to be a syringe.

"It's a sedative. You know what it's for," Byakuran murmured. Yuna felt him lick the blood off the corner of her mouth and she cringed. Her vision was become extremely unfocused as she fell forward. The last thing she remembered before passing out was falling into a pair of warm arms.

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BYAKURAN

Byakuran frowned as he sat on his chair, leaning back comfortably with Yuna, unconscious, resting in his lap, her face buried in the left crook of his neck. His arms were wrapped around her waist, preventing her from falling off. Why was he frowning? Well, it's was complicated.

He glanced over to his left when he felt her fidget slightly, her legs shifting slightly. He grunted a little when she kicked him in the right side slightly. She had recently gained consciousness and lost it due to a tranquilizer he injected to her. In the past, during his infatuation (though he still has it) he had learned about a disease that Yuna possessed. The name of the disease was unknown, but it had something to do with poorly functioning organs. Since an incident he had been involved with, he had always carried anesthetics with him when he planned to visit her.

Even with his knowledge of the different parallel worlds, he had yet to find the cure for this disease… Why couldn't he find it!? Byakuran's eyes narrowed, glaring at some random tree across from his seat. He was tempted to blow something to smithereens but he wondered if it'd wake his precious little bird up or to reveal his current location to the Vongola. Byakuran's frown deepened.

Vongola.

His grip around Yuna's weight tightened as he thought about his enemy.

"Tsuna…" He heard Yuna mumble as he nuzzled his neck a little more, though it did little to make him any happier. "Hibari…"

Byakuran raised an eyebrow. Two of them? He recalled in the past that he had learned what Yuna, before she switched places with her younger self, was dating the Vongola's cloud guardian. He heard a rumor that they may even marry. He hadn't been pleased with that news. Not at all. He was tempted to hunt down and kill the pest. A malicious smirk made its way up to his lips. Watching that pathetic man wither in pain with his blood splattered everywhere… What a masterpiece that would have been.

"Tsuna… Hibari…" Those names again. "Everyone… Let's make it back home safely…" She trailed off slurring some incoherent sentences that he paid no heed to.

Byakuran leaned back a little bit more into the chair and rested his head on Yuna's head, which was still nuzzling his neck. How pleasant.

"Byakuran-sama, do you plan to keep that girl with you?" Kikyou had asked him a few things about Yuna before she managed to escape.

"Mm? Yuna-chan?" Byakuran asked. Kikyou nodded. Byakuran smiled darkly. "I plan to keep her with me until I get bored of her, or she becomes broken." Kikyou's face looked blank as if he were pondering something, but then he smirked.

"What will you do when that happens, if I may ask?" Kikyou asked. Byakuran frowned slightly and ate a few marshmallows.

"Most likely, I'll kill her. Or, I'll just use her against the Vongola."

"The Vongola would not be able to lift a finger against her, even if she were their enemy, would they? Referring to what happened in the area of Choice."

"Ah, but Mukuro-kun would definitely annihilate her." Byakuran smiled and popped another marshmallow into his mouth. Kikyou said nothing and then decided to move onto something else to tell his boss.

"It would seem that Bluebell has gotten a liking to Kyoushi-sama," Kikyou commented. It felt strange to call the pathetic little girl with such a suffix. Byakuran smirked at the information.

"Yu-chan has that effect on people," He said. Kikyou inwardly sweat dropped. How his boss managed to make short names even shorter was a mystery. "She even managed to allure me." Kikyou said nothing."How about you?"

"Me?" Kikyou asked. Byakuran nodded. "She hasn't." It was no lie. He found Yuna to be pathetic and it made no sense to him why no one would just kill her. He would have, but he was under strict orders not to allow any harm to be inflicted on Yuna by anyone other than his boss. How boring. He was tempted to smack her, kick her, kill her, even torturing her to death. Damn it.

Byakuran looked over at Yuna for a moment. He frowned and raised his hand, wrapping it around her delicate looking neck.

"If I were to enclose my hand…," He murmured a malicious smile on his face. He saw her twitch slightly, his hand tightened. He watched as she churned a little, a tiny whimper escaping from her lips. A tear escaped from her closed eyes.

"I'm sorry for being so weak… Not…" Byakuran froze as he heard those words drift out of her, still unconscious. "Not… Being able to…" He listened intently, though he did not exactly know why. "To… Protect anyone."

His ripped his hand away from her throat, his hand felt as if it were burning. What was going on? He frowned and gritted his teeth, eyes knotting together.

Digusting. He thought. This affect… It is disgusting.

Yuna stirred slightly and Byakuran stiffened. He rested his elbow on the armrest and his head in the palm of his hand. He growled softly for a moment, glaring down at her fidgeting body. He grew rigid as her eye(s) (one covered with a bandage patch) slowly slid open. He felt her stiffen as she noticed where she was, lying in her enemy's lap. She also noticed his troubled expression.

"B-Byakuran?" Yuna asked. He hated the way she said his name, the way it sent tingles down his spine, how her words could stop him from killing her. He paused at that thought.

"Such an infatuation could be a weakness yet to come." Mukuro has said that. Byakuran glared at nothing in particular, gazing off into the depths of the forest.

"Byakuran?" Yuna called again. She raised her hands lightly taking hold of his arm. He flinched and then suddenly, in a blink of an eye, the two were on the ground. He loomed over her, pinning her arms over her head.

"I could break you right now," He hissed. She blinked and paled. "I could do the worst things imaginable. I could torture you. Make you watch your comrades die off, one by one. I would cover you in their blood. Better yet, I could make you kill them." He glared down at her, frustrated. She opened her mouth to speak, but a pair of lips crashed down on hers. "I'd do it," He murmured against her lips.

"I…," She managed to force out. "I wouldn't let you."

Byakuran stiffened once again. He grinned down maliciously at her, gazing back at her defiant ones.

"How interesting," He murmured kissing her one more time before dragging her to her feet. He frowned and then shoved her away from him. "Leave. I don't want you here."

Yuna looked hesitant for a moment, cautious to if she turned her back to him, he would attack her or worst.

"GO!" He growled angrily. She took off on a quick sprint into the forest, ignoring how her injuries protested.

Byakuran sat back in his chair and glared in the direction that Yuna had run off.

"That girl…," He murmured. "Disgusting."