Hayato sighs heavily as it feels as if the weight of the world seems to bear on his shoulders after his conversation with his half-sister to basically stay away and keep his emotions in check. He only took it half to heart since he knew that it was her own way of worrying about him.
The moonlight enhanced his natural features but one, with any sense of life, would dare not presently disturb the man known as Smokin' Bomb Hayato.
He audibly grumbles at his luck, simply slides his hands inside of his black pants pockets and proceeds in a specific direction.
Never once in his short yet blessed existence on earth would he feel a shred of guilt let alone remorse for anyone outside of his precious inner circle.
Sure there were times were his enemies' agenda slightly aligned with his personal beliefs yet his enduring loyalty and determination to serve Tsunayoshi Sawada would see himself ascend to the position of his right-hand man as Don of the Vongola.
Yet for another brief glimpse in his life, it was neither about him nor his beloved Decimo. Oh no, it was about a woman. A stupid woman at that, 'Ahonna'.
The sheer look of irritation mixed with annoyance was a highlight whenever he was assigned to serve on escort duty with Sawada Kyoko and Miura Haru.
He hated to admit but often times, he was deliberately petty just to coax a reaction from the brunette woman. Oh yes, he got a kick out of teasing her. It was all fun and games until his honed sense of observation noted classic signs of physical abuse.
The dark purple marks in various sizes littered her body especially the ones that were visible on her wrists was more than enough of a sign that she was not specifically but rather objectively rebellious.
Not to mention the toothy smile that graced her face right before it was unexpectedly slammed onto the slab of concrete roughly scrapes her face unknowingly caused his trigger finger to scratch the itch to fire at the fat bastard for the roughhousing.
Even the Baseball Freak immediately grew sympathetic toward the brunette once he gave the gentle giant the thoroughly rundown of how Kyoko's dates with Haru typically turned out whenever she had an escort with her.
He knew if the male consistently dwell on her tumultuous upbringings far too long the rain would never cease to fall over their family. Yet, it was this last incident that ultimately broke the camel's back.
An intense combination of irate rage and sorrowful regret intensely churned within his insides as it took every fiber in his being not to instantly enact vengeance on the Ahonna's behalf.
Hayato eventually rests the palm of one of his hand on top of a metallic blue pill shape capsule with a medium touchscreen monitor that displays their real-time health stats.
Her entire body was submerged in dark blue liquid with an oxygen mask that covered her nose and mouth as it supplies oxygen to her lungs while her brunette hair fans around her head as she rests peacefully in the tank.
The silver-haired male softly mumbled an apology and solemnly vowed to make Yui and the Ricotta learn exactly why he earned the nickname Smokin' Bomb Hayato.
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"Tsu-kun," his wife eventually calls out to him once she finally catches sight of the back of his head.
Her usual chipper and optimistic personality seem to damper slightly at the recent actions taken toward her new friend, Miura Haru.
He wanted desperately for her to flash that million-watt smile and tell him not to worry and that things will work themselves out as they always do if he doesn't worry too much about it. Ironically, she was right every single time.
This time it was his turn to be the source of comfort for her.
Before a single word falls from his lips, her tone was surprisingly grave when she relays the message, "The Ricotta is on line one. You can take the call in your study."
"Well that was quicker than expected," another voice suddenly chimed in as they directed their sights over to the 10th Cloud Guardian, Kyoya Hibari.
"We will tape the call for security purposes. The line is also secured to talk on." He stoically informs the Vongola Boss about the precaution that was already taken to make sure nothing went astray during their phone conversation.
Kyoko seems visibly fretful when she boldly declares, "Don't let them have Haru."
He placed a chaste kiss on her cheek when he assured that he will do everything in his power combined with his dying will flame to make sure no further harm is brought toward the brunette. The brunette finally broke away from his wife and makes his way inside of his private study.
Tsuna collected his thoughts first before he picked the phone from the receiver when he overheard, "Ah Vongola Decimo, it's been a while since your Inheritance Ceremony. How are you?"
"I extend my sincere gratitude for your gracious hospitality. They do say, happy wife, happy life so I am doing fairly well for now." The brunette politely plays the polite card as well since he wants to see the direction their conversation will go from this point forward.
"I'm sure you're aware that I am currently in a dilemma that I'm sure we will be able to reach an arrangement upon." The elderly man soon starts to state his demand when he adds, "I would love for us to have a sit down since our lineages are one of history and prestige."
Tsuna fought back the urge to audibly scoff at the last word of prestige that was uttered by a man who made a living out of other people's misery by either tricking or bullying them into an indentured servitude where they paid with their bodies.
"Of course there will be an arbitrary party in attendance so that both parties' reputation comes out unscathed." He includes in order to sweeten the deal of the sit down with a non-bias representative to meditate their negotiations in order to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.
The Vongola Boss thoroughly weighed his options before he hastily accepts the invitation to a sit down with the Ricotta. 'Gokudera-san will not stop his vengeance until he personally serves Yui's head on a silver platter to Miura-san for his actions against her.'
'If we go to war, there will causalities on both ends and lines that could have peacefully been resolved have now been stained with blood and will not stop until one of the other has been completely wiped off from the map.'
Much to other's disbelief, Tsunayoshi wanted to bring children into the world with his wife where for once there was peace or at least a semblance of it between all of the other families. He knew that this would be one of many crucial decisions, he would have to make in order to safely remove the family out of the critical junction point with the Ricotta.
"We will keep you inform in a timely and accordingly fashion." Tsuna merely places the phone back on the receiver as his brain attempts to conjure up ways to keep Haru out of the Ricotta Familiga's dirty grasp.
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"What the hell was that old man?!" Yui piercingly screeched after he listened to his father humble himself to the Vongola's boss while on the phone in front of him.
"Would you start using the head between your shoulders and not the other one?" His father was calmly advising while carefully clipping the end of the cigar and settling it between his lips.
He was then reaching out for his matches, dragging quickly the redhead against the striker, lighting the cigar and extinguishing the flame.
"When you're the boss of a familiga you will learn that your moves are like playing chess not checkers. Each move needs to be well calculated or you risk being at a stalemate or captured by the opponent. You want to say checkmate instead of the other way around."
Yui's anger causes tremors throughout his body as he stomps away and furiously slams the doors of his father's study on his way out.
His mother purposely hugs herself tightly against the wall as she uses the dark shadows to conceal her presence in the corridor as she simply watches her son irately storms away and pays her absolutely no mind in his fit of rage.
The white-haired woman then steps forward from the darkness, stands in front of the door, pushes it open, saunters inside of the study and places her hands on the surface of the oak colored desk that separates her from her husband.
"So you managed to piss yet another one of us off…you have an uncanny ability to irritate even the calmest and rational person." She spoke as she watched him blow a thick cloud of smoke from his lips as his attention turned toward his latest visitor.
She continues to watch him puff until he draws another long pull of tobacco then blows it outward before he opens his mouth to speak, "Just the person I wanted to talk to,"
Her eyebrow rose at the statement since it was rare for him to actually want to talk to her, 'This might be something interesting,'
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"Ah Rebron-sama, are you leaving?" Bianchi curiously questions once she finally spots the toddler and his reptilian companion, who sleepily rests on the edge of his black fedora hat, makes their way toward the entrance/exit of the Vongola Headquarters.
The toddler, in question, merely rotates his smaller body until the violet haired woman comes into view.
"I heard you've been given an important task. That shows how much that No-Good Tsuna knows you'll get the job done." He honestly compliments her, which earns a light blush to dust her cheeks.
"They're in good hands." Reborn confidently tacked on as her face seemed to rival a tomato until she realized that he said they're instead of she. She automatically knew what he tried to imply.
"I'll be back soon." Reborn mysteriously hints as he tilts his brim over his eyes before he strolls out of the Vongola Headquarters.
Bianchi could only watch as the second man who ever stole her heart, disappear in the wind with a smirk on her face.
She knew whenever he made a promise that he would keep it but it was the unyielding faith and trust that was absolutely priceless to have from him.
The Poison Cook assassin gently smacks her cheeks with the palm of her hands to remind herself of her duty.
'Reborn trusts you. Don't mess it up, Bianchi.'
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I-Pin struck the wooden dummy in a series of fluid motion as she executes techniques that were ingrained from years of training under Master Fon while Lambo constantly boasts that he does not need to practice since he was already great.
The Chinese assassin eventually took a step back from the immovable object, deeply exhales while she brings her fist against the palm of her hands before she reaches for a towel and bottle of water.
"Nee, nee I-Pin, aren't you curious to see why Bakadera was so upset at the festival." The dark curly haired teen curiously poses while he lays on his back, right leg crossed at his left leg and bounces his foot up and down.
She gently dabs the white fluffy towel at her wet nape until it dries when she provides an answer, "Lambo-san, needs to pay attention during the meeting. They said Yui from the Ricotta Familiga caused a lot of physical damage to her body."
At that comment, he rolled on his side with his head now propped against the palm of his hand when he finally pointed out, "I think Bakadera likes this Haru-nee chick."
"You know he had that I'll unleash the fury of Uri and unload the entire Sistemia C.I.A. on that dude! If it wasn't for Tsuna-san being there to calm him down, he would've died in a blaze of fury." The teen clad in cow print knowingly presents the facts that lead him to that assumption.
At the mention of Hayato, aka Bakadera, was casually departing from the direction of the Medical Bay with a visible scowl accompanied by a dark murderous aura openly emits from the silver-haired male.
I-Pin swiftly cast her eyes over at her close friend, who was proud of his assessment of the 10th Storm Guardian and the recent events that directly contributed to his sudden change in mood.
"Mark Lambo's words…Bakadera's going to make this Yui dude literally eat his words."
Her eyes then shift back over as the Storm Guardian disappears from their sights, which leads to the silent thought, 'For once…Lambo-san just might be right.'
But she adamantly refused to say it out loud, which would only add fuel to the intense bonfire known as Lambo's ego.