Disclaimer: I do not own Hitman Reborn.

A/N: Hello, everyone. I'm back after a long time. Sorry that I didn't update the story. As an apology, I have include an omake at the end of each chapter. Be sure to read it. And, as usual, I would like to thank and give credit to Rekishichizu for 'beta'ing my story. Please don't forget her when you're writing your review. Btw, Rekishichizu was unable to be my beta reader starting from the next chapter. So, I currently need a new beta reader. Anyone who want to be my beta reader for this story can PM me.

Some people were asking me if getting Daemon and Elena together will change the future, resulting no Shimon arc. I personally don't think so. If Daemon and Elena are not together, then he won't have a reason to attack Tsuna in the future since the reason he did it at the first place was his love to Elena. Plus, the circumstance surrounding Elena's death was vague. The manga didn't tell in detail the event that leads to her death. We can only speculate. Anyway, don't forget to review. Review always makes me happy.

Chapter 35: An Awkward Dinner

He only wanted a dinner.

A simple, normal dinner.

Not a dinner full of people ready to maim, gut and shoot each other on the spot.

That was what Cozart told himself over and over again. Unfortunately, it was hard to convince himself otherwise. The dining room was crammed with tension. It felt like an all-out battle was going to happen at any time. Alaude and Hibari were glaring each other, their hands itching for their weapons. G was shooting a nasty glare at Tsuna, making the boy squirm in his seat. Of course, Gokudera returned the glare with matching force. There was no way he's going to let anyone threaten Juudaime like that.

Needless to say, it was very awkward. Nobody was starting a conversation. The silence was starting to suffocate Cozart. And to make things worse, Daemon had been sending him a 'You better watch your back because the minute you turn your back, I'm going to make your life a living hell' type of glare. The redhead tried to ignore it but failed miserably. Cozart could feel the glare boring into his skull from across the table. Silently, he wondered why he got involved in Elena's scheme. He could still remember the time when she had approached him. If only he had controlled himself better back then, Daemon's wrath would have been the least of his worries.

~Flashback to one month ago~

It was a wonderful day. The sun was out and shining nicely. The birds were chirping and flying happily. It was the perfect day to visit a friend. And that was exactly what Cozart did.

After a 45-minute ride, he arrived at Vongola Mansion. The maids welcomed him warmly. He's visited Vongola Mansion so many times now that the workers there recognized him on sight. Knowing that he was a regular guest and one of Vongola Primo's best friends, they allowed him to roam around. And so, without any hesitation, he went to Giotto's office. Thinking back, he wished he hadn't entered Giotto's office. For as soon as he entered the office, he found something that he could hardly believe. It was like a dream come true.

On top of the table was a beautiful, delicious-looking roll cake.

Now, Cozart may not be a sweet freak like Giotto; however, he did have a soft spot for roll cakes. He just couldn't resist them. It's weird. He could control himself in front of other deserts. But, when it came to roll cake, he wanted to devour every single one of them on sight. That's how obsessed he was with roll cake. So, when he saw said cake in front of him, he was torn apart.

Should he eat it or not?

It was a very tough decision for Cozart. He paced around to help him think. Obviously the cake belonged to Giotto since it was on his table. But, Giotto was not around. Therefore, Giotto probably won't know he took a bite of the roll cake. On the other hand, Giotto is his best friend. He can't just take his best friend's cake like that. But – Cozart paused a moment in his pacing – he didn't think Giotto will be mad at him either. They're best friends, right? Then again, Giotto was never known to spare anyone who had eaten his cakes. His Guardians were living proof. Cozart really did not want to be a victim in one of the blond's pranks.

On the second thought, he was only going to take a tiny, microscopic bite. Giotto won't notice it at all… No, he must be strong. He can't do such things to his best friend. He must resist the temptation. For crying out loud, he's the boss of Shimon family. He had to be strong. Cozart looked at the roll cake again. It was a bad decision. Because as soon as his eyes fell on the roll cake, his resolve immediately crumbled. In a flash, he was sitting in Giotto's chair, biting into a small piece of roll cake.

At that moment, Cozart felt he was in heaven. He absent-mindedly stuffed the cake into his mouth. Unfortunately, that was also Cozart's downfall. Without realizing it, he had already eaten the entire roll cake, leaving nothing left behind. As he took notice of the cleaned plate, Cozart became horrified. What should he do now?

In the midst of his panic, the door opened and someone entered the office. Fortunately, it was Elena. Cozart thanked his lucky stars that it was not Giotto. There was a moment of silence between them before Elena broke it.

"You ate Giotto's roll cake," she stated in a dubious tone.

"Errr, yeah," Cozart nodded hesitantly.

There was no point in denying it. He had been caught red-handed. Plus, it was hard to play the innocent card when you had roll cake crumbles on your mouth. Besides, it's not like Elena will give away his secret, right? Cozart tried to convince himself again as he saw a creepy, sadistic smile spread across Elena's beautiful face.

"I'm going to tell him," she grinned maniacally, bolting right out of the office.

Cozart instinctively chased after Elena. There was no way he's going to let Elena tattle to Giotto. The blond will kill him for sure. It took him a while, but he managed to catch up to Elena at the corner and grabbed her wrist.

"Elena, please don't tell Giotto about it. I'll do anything for you," Cozart begged desperately.

She blinked for a moment before smiling widely. "Anything, you say?"

Cozart gulped. He didn't know why but, on second thought, he probably should have thought first before sprouting promises. Elena's smile was anything but innocent right now, and it made him want to run for the hills.

"Then, I want you to be my boyfriend," Elena said.

"Wh-what!" Cozart exclaimed. "Why would you want me to be your boyfriend? Aren't you with Daemon?"

To say Cozart was shocked was an understatement. He really didn't expect such a request from Elena. He was starting to get a headache. It really didn't make sense at all. The woman in front of him never showed any romantic interest in him. So, what's with the sudden confession?

"We just broke up," she said in a monotonous tone.

That really threw Cozart out on a loop. Before he knew it, he had blurted out his questions. "What? Since when? Why did none of us know about this?"

"Oh, not too long," Elena said casually. However, Cozart could sense the sadness laced in her voice. "So, are you going to be my boyfriend or not?"

"What? I'm not going to be your boyfriend," Cozart exclaimed loudly.

Elena looked unfazed by Cozart's outburst. In fact, she was grinning. "Oh, I don't think you have a choice."

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY ROLL CAKE?!" A thunderous shout can be heard coming from a certain office.

Cozart instantly knew he was screwed in many ways. Resigning to his fate, he asked, "What should I do?"

And that was how he was dragged into Elena's 'let's make Daemon jealous so he realizes how neglectful he is as a boyfriend and fiancée' grand scheme.

~End of flashback~

It was easy to tell that Elena didn't enjoy being his girlfriend. She just wanted to make Daemon jealous so that she could get his attention. And aside from that, no one knew what had really happened. Elena insisted they were no longer lovers, but Daemon denied everything that Elena said. Needless to say, it was very confusing. Which one of them was right? And to make things worse, Elena kept giving mixed signals. Sometimes, she looked like she was still in love with Daemon. Yet at other times, she acted as if Daemon was her worst enemy.

At the beginning, Cozart thought the scheme would last for a week at most. Unfortunately, Elena and Daemon were both prideful and stubborn. Thus, instead of one week, it dragged into one month. Cozart really wanted to yell in frustration. Why can't they just get along with each other? Better yet, why can't they just confess their feelings? Why did they both have to play hard to get? And even worse, why did they have to drag him into this mess? Luckily, a certain brunet brought Cozart out from his 'emo' corner with an attempt to make conversation.

"It's really a great dinner, right?" Tsuna said nervously. To be honest, the tension in the dining room was starting to get to his nerves.

"The dinner hasn't even started," Daemon grumbled, and then glared at Cozart again. "In fact, it would be nice if the dinner started without certain people."

"Don't talk to Juudaime like that," Gokudera growled, trying to defend Tsuna's honor.

"I can say whatever and however I want," Daemon replied, and redirected the glare with ten-fold force.

"Take that back," Gokudera yelled, flashing his dynamite.

And with that the tension had reached its breaking point. Everyone was ready to bring out their weapons and start an all-out battle again. Well, it's natural considering the fact that some people had unfinished business to take care of.

SLAM!

"That's enough. It's dinner time. A time where everyone has a good time together with their family. Not constantly trying to kill each other," Giotto growled, slamming his fists on the dining table again. He then spoke in a soft tone, "Why don't we just get along? We're family."

"Yeah, right. Try to tell them that," G scoffed. "I doubt any one of us can stay together within a hundred meters without trying to destroy and/or kill anything."

Giotto narrowed his eyes before smiling wickedly. "Well then, since everyone has bonding issues, why don't we do some family activities?" He glared at everyone, daring them to contradict him. "That is, if you don't have any problems with it."

Said people immediately clamped their mouths. It was common knowledge, after all, that you didn't mess with Vongola Primo when he's serious. Otherwise, they will get into a lot of trouble.

"So, what are we going to do, Giotto-san?" Tsuna asked cautiously.

Giotto smiled innocently at Tsuna's question. Actually, it was way too innocent. It almost looked like he was hatching an evil, world domination plan. Slowly, and as less obvious as they could, everyone tried to back away from Giotto.

"Don't worry. It's something that everyone likes. We're going to play a game of Truth or Dare," Giotto announced.

Everyone shuddered. They suddenly felt something dreadful was going to happen. And, well, they should.

Because this will lead to the fourth craziest moment in Vongola's history:

The Legendary Throwing War.

A/N: This is an omake based on Chapter 17. I figure I should expend more on Giotto's regret when he was being shot by the enemy. So, enjoy.

OMAKE: Giotto's Revenge

Chapter 1: The Beginning Of A Revenge

Giotto loved desserts, especially cakes. They always comforted him, especially when he had to endure the torture created by his stupid paperwork. Therefore, you could say it was like therapy for the Mafia boss. And that's exactly what was on his mind. After successfully ditching his paperwork and escaping G, Giotto strolled down to the kitchen, intending to eat his super ultra-delicious chocolate cake that he'd went through a lot of trouble to get. However, his hope was shattered when he saw Alaude finishing up his ultra-delicious chocolate cake.

Giotto's jaw dropped to the floor.

He couldn't believe it.

His super ultra-delicious chocolate cake had been eaten.

And he didn't even get to have a bite of it.

As soon as that realization sunk in Giotto's head, it was as if the world around the blond had crashed. He gawked at his Could Guardian until said Guardian noticed him.

"Hn, what do you want?" Alaude asked indifferently.

"Tha–that was my cake," Giotto exclaimed in a devastated tone, pointing a shaking finger at Alaude. "You – you ate my cake."

"So what? It's just a cake. You can buy it again," Alaude answered without a hint of regret or guilt anywhere.

Giotto gawked at Alaude's answer. His mind went numb. It's just a cake? How could Alaude say such thing to his beloved, super ultra-delicious chocolate cake like that! Before he could explode in anger, a certain redhead dragged him out of the kitchen.

"Giotto, this isn't time for you to ditch your paperwork. You still have a lot that needs to be done today," G scolded, unaware of his boss's inner turmoil as he dragged the blond to his office.

As he was being pulled away from the kitchen, Giotto saw Alaude eat the rest of the cake until there was nothing left on the plate.

At that moment, Giotto swore he would get revenge on Alaude for eating his super ultra-delicious chocolate cake.

And that's how Giotto's revenge began.