...I think it is now clear that I do not know Italian because I have been saying something entirely wrong. 'Sono estramamente estremo' is actually the masculine way of saying I am extremely extreme. It should be 'estrema'. I actually laughed at my own stupidity XD I will fix that all up soon so thank you Iacomptessa for pointing it out! It shall be corrected in time :)

EDIT: And that mistake has now been fully corrected I hope with all my edits! :)

Reviewer quotes

"Gah my cookie and dough! Is Hibari going to go through 'the after phase' where he tries to push everyone away like-'What the mint chocolate chip did you just say about me you strawberry cheesecake, imma punch you in the rocky road.'"- Must-see-EVERYTHING (I had to read that three times to check it wasn't just my mind changing everything into foods XD)

"ne ne is kyoko kyoyas new mother? :D tsuna: k-kyoko-chan...i-i w-wanted to ask...you something...w-w-will...y-you go out with me!?

kyoko: huh me? well you first need the permission of my second son

tsuna: w-wha...SON!?

kyoya: herbivore...for trying to mate with my mother i'll bite you to death!

tsuna: hiiiiiiiii"-Allykrau (now run very fast from the KyoxKyo shippers)

Being at the Bovino mansion, despite how Settimo set me on edge all of the time and the nightmares Hibari and I were experiencing, was good for me and Hibari.

I was away from Namimori, away from the pain of everything, away from my worries of Itsuki finding us and away from the lies is as constantly feeding my family and my friends including Hana.

She would have only found out when she saw the red band around the wrist of the illusion of me that I had disappeared and that she would have to stay in Namimori alone, with no one she could depend on that knew what was going on.

I had to keep telling myself that she'd be fine along with the rest of them. That since I had Hibari, Itsuki would do nothing. Schwarz would do nothing. But sometimes I woke up in panic, legs twisted in my bed sheets and mind filled with the horrible nightmares Bovino Primo had given me that night.

Usually I would end up running to Hibari's room and feeling a short burst of irrational fear that despite how it couldn't happen that he was gone and that Itsuki had found him and that I couldn't keep my promise to Alouette to take him away from the yakuza. Usually when I would get there he would be awake, eyes wide open from most likely a nightmare and staring at me. Usually I would end up sitting by his bed, holding his wrist and looking dead straight into the darkness ahead of me, half daring it to rush forwards and consume me, half wanting to curl into a ball and weep.

One time when the first rays on sunlight filtered through the slightly open curtains Hibari asked why. Just asked 'why', knowing I would know exactly what he was on about.

"It was the wrong place at the wrong time."

That was the truth. If Alouette had gone from that room and found me in the corridor then I would have been able to protect her and kill her killer. If Alouette had simply gone somewhere else when the base had been attacked then she would have probably found someone, perhaps even Itsuki, and lived. If she hadn't been caught off guard and put into the corner she was put into she would have been fine considering how well she had seemed to being doing before I had arrived.

It was true. But there were so many other true things I could have said. That I had done nothing and let her bleed to death. That the Momokyokai hadn't made sure there were no traitors in the midst that would betray them and lead to the attack happening. That his father had by becoming a yakuza member caused in the end Alouette's bitter death.

I didn't say them though because Hibari had only wanted to hear a pretty truth he could accept easily. After all, he knew fully well why. He knew that I had let his mother die without doing anything when I should have. But his mother had made me promise to take him away from Itsuki and he wanted to carry out her last wishes as much as I did. Hating me would make it nigh impossible.

So Hibari was choosing to blame it all on the bad coincidence. Inwardly he could and should despise me. Want me dead. Hate how I was trying to give him the small comfort that I could. But outwardly that wasn't there. Outwardly he wanted human comfort. Outwardly he wanted to be in my line of vision at almost all times because he was terrified of what might happen if he wasn't.

And, to be honest, I was slightly scared of what might happen if he wasn't too.

"KY-"

"No."

"But I didn't even ask you anything!"

"Still. No."

"B-b-but-"

"No."

Cecily pouted as Simon tried to sneak up on Hibari and put a fake flower in his hair. Even with his sling on, Hibari still managed to put the grown man in a headlock making him squeal as Cecily continued to puff her cheeks out, oblivious as to what was happening to her husband. "But you never wear dresses Kyo!"

Hibari turned around at the sound of his nickname making me snort in slight amusement, the boy giving me a short glare as if to read my mind that was currently laughing at the mental image of him in a dress. "Cecily, I don't wear dresses because they are annoying to move in and not in my tastes." I told her outright, the woman huffing.

"There is no girl in the world who would ever say that, Kyo!"

I think I just proved that wrong though, weren't you listening? "I'm sorry Cecily but it's how I feel about dresses."

"But you looked so sweet when you became Lambo's godmother..." Cecily sniffed loudly, before turning to see Simon in that headlock and smiling. "Aren't the boys just getting along fabulously?"

"Sure..." Sensing an opportunity to leave the conversation with the woman (she was too oblivious for her own good sometimes), I began to make my way out of the room, across the hallway and into another room towards a sofa Lambo was sat on, a book in his lap. "What are you reading?"

As soon as he heard my voice the boy looked up and beamed at me. "Rapunzel!"

I rolled my eyes, sitting next to him. When I had first seen him reading I had stared at him in shock, not quite believing he was able to actual understand these books that went printed in font size 72 for little kids like him who weren't even meant to speak yet.

Then again, this is Lambo the genius after all.

"That's just a stupid fairy tale."

He hummed, flipping over the next page. "The prince does go blind though when he falls into the thorns beneath the tower."

"...Okay, so you are reading the dark stupid one."

"I'm not interested in the other ones," he admitted with a shrug, absorbing in the next page. "Mother and father want me to read the other ones but I don't like them. They aren't for mafia children."

At this I frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

His green eyes then flashed up to me. "Madrina, I'm not stupid! I know the mafia isn't all good. I've read enough about it and you don't seem to like the mafia so..."

I blinked, slightly startled. "I come off like that?"

"Why else wouldn't you come to visit for a whole year?"

It was then I realized that Lambo, despite how adoring he had been when I had first arrived, was slightly bitter about how I had never actually been there'd when he was in his first year if his life. That first year where he became this intelligent I had been absent. "Look, I'm sorry I couldn't be here," I eventually sighed, feeling the wash of guilt. "I was caught up in other things."

"With the yakuza?"

"Have you been talking to Settimo or something, Lambo?" My eyes narrowed slightly as he nodded. "Don't be so friendly with him."

"He's the Bovino boss and I am going to work under him one day. Why shouldn't I be friendly?"

"Because..." Because he forced me into being your godmother and the Bovino mist guardian when I wanted nothing to do with you people. "Because you shouldn't."

Lambo let out a dramatic sigh. "You sound like all of the other adults now. Just because I am young doesn't mean you can't tell me anything!"

"No, it's because it would hurt your feelings more like," I poked him lightly in the shoulder as he pouted childishly.

"Madrina!"

I smirked and leant back into the sofa, looking out of the window. It was winter here like it was in Japan with snow falling everywhere. The Bovino troops were still out there training though.

The thought made the smirk drop from my face. "Lambo, what is it like growing up here in a mafia base?"

The boy paused for a moment, thinking. "I'm kept separate from the other kids," he admitted. "They are all trained in thinking in some way as soon as they learn to read and write."

"Thinking in what way?"

"That the mafia is right," he smiled awkwardly. "My mother and father are high up people though so I am kept away from that and brought up in a less hard way. I don't get trained to fight until they agree for me to."

This made me feel torn between feeling relief that he wouldn't be trained to be a killer like he rest of them and anger that he wasn't learning to protect himself even though he was in a mafia family. "You should at least be taught some self defense," I remarked once I had realized that the anger inside of me had won. "You are a mafia kid and god knows when some bastard tries to kidnap you."

He blinked owlishly. "What does 'bastard' mean?"

"It's a term for people you hate or an illegitimate son but don't say it unless only I'm around."

"Oh. So it's like the other bad words you said?"

I sighed. "Honestly, you make me feel like I'm corrupting you or something..." I had given up trying not to swear in front of him after the fifth time I had done so, deciding that if he was going to be my godson then he was probably going to inherit my bad language one day too.

Lambo giggled at this, turning another page. "Well, you aren't an angel so it is expected!"

A comfortable silence then fell over us as he read, my eyes running over everything that was in the room, mentally testing myself. There was at least three exits through either the big two windows or the doors leading into this room, but I suspected there was a hidden passage out of here as well considering this was a mafia base. I could use several things as a weapon too: the poker for the fire burning to my left, ornamental swords hanging above the fireplace and scissors that had been used to cut the flowers before putting them in the vase on the table to my right.

Inwardly I smiled, glad my mind was still working as fast as usual even if I did feel somewhat relaxed right now. "All done." Lambo announced after a little while, snapping the book shut before turning slightly to look at me. "Madrina, do you have a prince?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "What makes you think I need one?"

"No, I mean do you love anybody other than your family and friends?"

"Nope." I answered as soon as he had finished speaking. "Although some crazy fortune teller thinks I will."

He laughed at this. "Maybe they are right though!"

Rolling my eyes, I let him shuffle towards me and lean on my arm, his beam firmly placed on his face. "And maybe the world will end tomorrow. I really doubt it, Lambo."

"It would suck if the world ended tomorrow." He commented making a scheming grin grow on my face.

"Yeah. It would."

I did some shooting practice the next day in one of the training rooms inside the base. Of course, I wasn't nearly as good as Hana would have been if she were here considering how she was able to fire from 800m away from a target now she was nine whilst I could struggle with just 50m.

Her shooting skills were crazy. I have no idea how Itsuki ever trained her to be so good. Sniper steroids or something?

Eventually I got five bulls-eyes with a hell of a lot more just hitting the target elsewhere and those annoying ones that had missed completely, deciding that I would do no better and that I should leave. Lambo was waiting outside the room and smiled widely when he saw me. I was about to go to him when a uniformed man put out an arm to stop me.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked, slightly miffed by how he had decided to stop me. Just saying something would have been fine!

"You need to sign here to prove it was you in the shooting lane."

"What? Why the hell do you need that?"

"Rules are rules ma'am."

I glared at him, itching to take out the holstered gun I had. "Well they are stupid rules. Why do you need to know who was in there?"

"Safety precautions ma'am."

"Against what? Using up someone's else allotted time in there?"

"Madrina..." Lambo sighed. "You should just sign it."

Blowing out in exasperation, I grabbed a pen lying on the table next to me and clicked it before letting out a yelp of surprise and dropping it, my thumb stinging. Right, whoever put that electric shock pen there is going to die a painful death. Giving the pen a death glare as a massaged my stinging thumb, Lambo then reached down to pick up the pen making me start forwards towards him. "No, don't touch it-"

Already Lambo had clicked it and I expected him to yelp like I had only to have him stand there, looking at me in confusion. "What's wrong madrina?"

At this point a small seed of worry was planted in my brain and my mind began to race. No, it couldn't be... "You didn't feel it?"

"Feel what?"

I took the pen off him, the worry growing and growing. Perhaps it just ran out of charge. Perhaps I'm overthinking this. Clicking it, I winced and dropped it again, eyes wide. "Lambo, you honestly didn't feel that?"

"Madrina, I don't know what you are talking about!"

I didn't answer, picking up the pen and grabbing the other man's hand, making him click the pen. He too winced and dropped it. Lambo didn't feel it. How could Lambo not have felt it? "Madrina! What didn't I feel?" Lambo asked, eyes slightly wide with bewilderment.

"The electric shock!"

Instantly his mouth opened and a flash of recognition passed over his face making the worry in my mind even bigger than it had been before. Canon Lambo had a resistance to electric shocks because he had been struck by lighting several times. But this is too early for that. He's only one and by the look on his face he knew why he was resistant to it. "Lambo, tell me right now, why are you resistant to electric shocks?"

"I-I don't know."

"Lambo!"

He flinched before whispering one word. "B-boss..."

I picked him up and began to storm away, the uniformed man gasping. "But ma'am, the signature-"

"You can shove that signature up your ass!" I shouted at him, making my way to my destination with anger curling up inside of me. When I reached the doors to the room I didn't before to knock and instead kicked them open, Settimo blinking and holding a mug of tea up to his mouth. "You fucking bastard!"

He looked between me and Lambo before making a noise of realization. "Oh, so you found out?"

"I told you that if you fucking hurt him I would kill you!" It took all my willpower not to pull out the gun and shoot him where he sat. "So why the hell is he resistant to electric shocks?!"

"We didn't hurt him much. Only a slight sting happened every time we upped the voltage."

"You experimented on my fucking godson!"

"We gave him a useful ability," he argued, drinking down the rest of his tea calmly. "It will suit his role as Bovino lightning guardian quite nicely."

"What?"

Settimo sighed, shaking his head. "You honestly think I would allow the godson of the influential Madam Glycerin to be anything less? Isn't that right, Lambo?"

Lambo squirmed slightly in my arms. "Madrina, I am okay with what happened. It's allowed me to be stronger."

"Lambo," I said, half hysterically. "They changed how your own body works! I can't just let them do that!"

"Why not?" Settimo smiled at me. "It's made him more useful to you instead of just being some baggage forced on you."

"Do you think I give a fuck about whether he is useful or not to me when he is my god damn godson?" Putting Lambo down, I slammed my fist into Settimo's desk. "I said you can't hurt him and then you go and do just that as soon as I'm gone!"

"It was progress."

"It's not fucking progress! You experimented on a kid!"

I had never been more disgusted in my life. Lambo was one years old and to get this resistance to electric shocks the experimenting must have started when he was even younger. Just a baby. "Kyoko, I don't think you understand what is going on here," Settimo's eyes then flashed darkly. "I have given you and your friend sanctuary. You will therefore accept what has happened and realize that having your godson be stronger is in both his and your own interests. Lambo is no use to you or himself as a weak baby."

"Madrina, please!" Lambo's shout made me turn to face him. "It's okay. I'm okay with it so you should be."

"This isn't okay though!"

"Please, don't do anything for my sake! I don't want you to get thrown back into danger!" His pleading eyes made me bite my lip.

"...Fine. But if this happens again I will kill you even if it means being thrown back to Itsuki," I snarled, grabbing Lambo and storming out again, Settimo watching us leave with a triumphant smirk.

"...I'm sorry." Lambo eventually whispered as I began to calm down, marching briskly through the corridors.

"It's not your fault." I murmured. "You couldn't have done anything. Hell, I couldn't have done anything to that bastard."

"Still..." He closed his eyes before opening them again, bright with determination. "I promise I will be stronger next time so you don't get hurt because of me. I will be strong enough so I can stand up for myself in front of boss."

I sighed and put Lambo down, kneeling in front of him. "No, you don't have to be stronger. You are a kid Lambo and you need to enjoy your childhood."

"Madrina, I don't need a childhood." He replied hotly.

"But you do. I threw mine away and I regret it so much sometimes." I took a shaky breath. "You can still have that childhood. Grow up being spoiled by your parents and me. Be an annoying brat if you want to be. Fool around like an idiot."

"No." His eyes met mine. "I don't need a childhood madrina. I have you."

"But I'm not worth it." I put a hand on his shoulder. "Lambo, I am not worth you giving up your childhood. I will never be worth it."

"You are to me." He responded with this fierce anger that surprised me before reaching forwards to touch my cheek. You will always be worth it to me. So don't ever say you aren't worth anything madrina because you are worth my entire life times quadzillion!"

Reaching forwards, I hugged him tightly, screwing my eyes shut. "Quadzillion isn't even a word." I whispered, not quite believing what I had just heard.

I'm not worth anything. So why does he believe I am worth so much?

"You are worth even making up new words madrina." He pulled back from the hug and smiled at me for a moment before he delved back into my chest and began to sob. I stood back up,still hugging him as he cried for the childhood he had just given up for me when he was just one years old.

I'm sorry I'm not worth it Lambo. I'm truly sorry.

For the next few weeks I began to teach Lambo things. I taught him how to fire a gun properly, how to properly analyze rooms for exits and weapons, how to dodge simple attacks and how to lie to family members. I didn't teach him many physical things since he was just too young for that but I made him some bombs to use after he had said that he never wanted to use the bomb necklace I had given him despite the fact that I could make a replacement easily.

It was worth so much sentimental value to him now.

I gave him Japanese books to learn from so he would know the language fluently and so he would be prepared for the future that I knew couldn't be avoided now. After all, it was either he became the Bovino lightning guardian or the Vongola lightning guardian. The Vongola would treat him better and therefore he would have to become involved with the canon.

Despite how horrible it all was considering how it was his childhood I was ruining, I enjoyed it in a twisted sort of way. We got closer because of it all and I no longer had to hide my extreme dislike for the Bovino family. Instead we could converse freely about what I hated, even how I killed people being something I could tell him about although at first I was convinced he would despise me for it.

He said he had expected it to be that way considering how involved I was in the mafia and yakuza.

We both then became aware of how Lambo's horns that had been give to him by Settimo when he was born (although he hadn't worn them yet) were lightning mediums. I had them both sent off to become two rings that looked much alike to my hell ring with where the horn was and were placed on either of his thumbs after I had tightened then so that they were small enough to fit on them (when he was older he would have them widened and put on his other fingers).

So far he could make tiny lightning flames come out of the rings but it would take a while before he would learn to use the as weapons like I had imagined, lightning flames around his hands and being used to attack a little like Tsuna would with his gloves.

Hibari started to get better too. The nightmares began to stop for him and, when I sometimes woke up in panic and ran to his room, he was soundly asleep. His usual anti-social nature returned too and I started arguing and fighting with him again, having never felt better when he threw his shoe it me in anger. I stopped holding his wrist and instead spent all my time with Lambo so I could prepare him for his future in this mafia world. It was no longer me protecting Hibari and instead me protecting Lambo.

Even with Settimo there I began to relax and was able to put my worries in a small box and lock them away. I felt, for a brief period, content.

And then one morning I woke up to see Hana standing over me. "What the hell?!" I fell off my bed in shock, staring at her. "Hana, how the hell did you get here-"

"Stop."

I blinked. "What?"

"Stop it. Just stop it Kyoko."

"Stop what Hana?"

She looked down at me with tearful eyes. "Stop running away."

Then I remembered why I was there in the first place. Why I had ran so far away from Namimori. Why I had for a whole month tried to forget why I had come to Italy. Why I had been in so much pain.

"...Now?"

"Yes, now," she knelt by me before pulling me into a hug. "Come home."

I thought about all of the pain, suffering, anger and grief that was there and then of all of the happiness, content, love and peace that was here and nodded. "Okay. Let's go home."

I only figured out how she had gotten to the Bovino base when Settimo came to my room, Hibari with him and yet standing a short distance away, as distrustful of him as I was. It was then Settimo referred to Hana as her new title.

The Bovino famiglia's cloud guardian.

Lambo arrived before I could attack him in a fit of rage, screaming at him for giving Hana that temptation I knew he had given her.

Be my cloud guardian and you will see Kyoko again.

My godson calmed me down just in time as Hana grabbed my arm to stop me from attacking Settimo even though we all knew that I would never do it. He could do too much to those I cared about.

I asked Lambo before we left whether he wanted to come to Japan with Hana, Hibari and me. It was dangerous there with Itsuki and the Momokyokai but at least I could keep and eye on him and stop Settimo from doing what he had done before.

He refused, saying that this was his home and that it would be mean to me if he did come as I would have to constantly look out for him. Instead he made me promise to video call him one a week to check on his training and whether Settimo had done anything to him.

Hana somehow grew attached to Lambo in the one hour they shared together, saying that he reminded her of me before I had become as involved in the mafia as I had done later on. 'But without the sass' she added afterwards making me punch her lightly on her arm and Lambo laugh.

The plane flight back was quiet with how the Bovino family had flown as back in a private jet. When we landed on Japan I told Hana to take Hibari to her house, ignoring the glare Hibari gave me (despite both being cloud flame types they sometimes got on worse than I did with him. Guess cloud people really hate not being solitary). I knew there were illusions cast there by the Bovino family considering how Hana had been away from home for a little more than a day to come to Italy.

Hana didn't openly object like Hibari did with his glare but I knew she was going to follow me the minute I turned my back. She didn't know what I was about to do but I had the feeling that Hibari knew exactly what was my plan and hated it. He wanted to solve it on his own, not have me do everything.

When they had reached Hana's house cast a barrier over it all, ensuring they wouldn't come after me. I left before Hana could yell at me to tell her what I was doing. I jogged the whole way there to the place I had nightmares about almost every night. I found him in the room with a cupboard just big enough for two children to hide inside and the floor with blood stains on it. "Itsuki."

He turned to look me in the eyes. "Where is he?"

"Here in Namimori."

"Kicked out of Italy?"

"I came back of my own accord."

"Liar."

"Hana came to get me."

"Of course she would."

I took a deep breath. "I have a deal."

"Say it." He knew what it was. He knew how it was going to be worse than the deal I had with Bovino Primo, a true contract with the devil that would make my nightmares not stop when I woke up.

I thought about Lambo losing his childhood because of me, Hibari losing his mother because of me and Hinto, poor sleeping Hinto, losing everything because of me. Despite what I was about to say, I had the urge to smile.

It seems only fair I do this after all.

"You will see Kyoya at Alouette's funeral and then never again unless I have agreed to it. In return, I give you my life."

He knew he meaning of that. I would work for him until the day I died or he didn't want me to work for him anymore. I would no longer have that forgotten right I had before to leave the Momokyokai when I had done those two jobs that I would be able to invoke when I had become powerful enough. For the rest of my days I would belong to Itsuki. His orders to me would have to be carried out unless they hurt my family or friends. That was how Hibari would get away.

An exchange. His son for me. A deal he couldn't ignore as I was already becoming an influential piece in the mafia world. An infamous dealer with the ability to become one of the most powerful illusionists in the world. Hibari was his son that he loved and was strong, undeniably strong, but other than being Itsuki's son, he had no influence. He couldn't change things like I could.

And Itsuki would choose me over him. This wasn't just a hope I had, it was a fact. In the end, even the man that loved his family would inevitably go for the power rather than his own son.

Itsuki stepped towards me. "...In another life I would have gotten along with you. And in another life I would have been sorry. I would have let you fly away instead of plucking your feathers out."

Alouette, gentille Alouette. Alouette je te plumerai.

"I accept your deal Sasagawa Kyoko."

For a while I didn't say anything before looking him in the eyes. "I would have hated you, Itsuki, in this life or another."

He turned away again, closing his eyes. "I know."

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Whenever a bird shits on my car, I go onto my porch and eat a plate of scrambled eggs, just to let them know what I am capable of.

SO I feel crap again :'( Therefore Kyoko has had something crap happen to her!

...Nah, just kidding, this crap was always going to happen to her :D I am so evil~ I will fix up the other chapters saying estremo instead of estrema later when I am feeling less horrible :) AND ITSUKI SHOWED AN EMOTION OTHER THAT ASSHOLE, OH MY GOOOOOD O.O

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Schwarz stuff next chapter, yaaaaay~

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P.S. By the time we hit chapter 45 we will definitely be on the canon! AAAHH, I AM SO EXCITED FOR IT!