Time to get serious? Fair Warning: Some new names will be introduced, I'll add a list to make things easdier next chapter!

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DICTIONARY (because I use romanized Japanese vocabulary a lot):

Yakuza: Japanese Syndicate;

Oyabun: bosses of smaller parts of Yakuza;

Gumi: turfs in which Japan is split, each led by an Oyabun;

Kumicho: Boss of Yakuza;

Saiko-komon: senior advisor of the Kumicho;

So-honbucho: headquarters' chief;

Ryuukaze: Dragon, Wind;

Ryuuken: Dragon, Sword;

Ryuunoiki: Breath of Dragon;

Kyodai: big brothers of the Yakuza, higher-placed than the Shatei;

Shatei: little brothers of the Yakuza, basically the new recruits;

Sageo: hanging cord of the sword;

Tsuka: handle of the sword.

Sudarynya: archaic Russian honorific for Madam.

WARNINGS (read if you want some spoilers):

- date;

- flight;

- report;

- plans;

- home;

- meeting;

- OCs.

Words: 5473.

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29 – Home

In a blur, the three days following the Inheritance passed by. Tsuna didn't have time to properly work, because Reborn did his best to keep him occupied.

Right after the Ceremony, the brunet had started to feel the haze caused by the wine. After checking on Nara and sending everyone to bed, he'd planned and prepared a small surprise for his lover. Reborn's face when met with Tsuna in the bathtub, surrounded by the only light of candles, roses' petals and wine had been very rewarding. What came afterwards, too. And he secretly wanted a repeat.

The day after, his lover kidnapped him to a beach he had reserved for only the two of them. It was small, with almost white sand, closed between rocky cliffs and the seawater was crystalline clean. A very enjoyable day in which, without his phone that had been seized by the hitman, Tsuna had truly relaxed. Sure, thoughts had stormed his mind from time to time, but Reborn's capturing lips and gorgeous body in plain sight – and sometimes, very often, over his – had been good distractions. Very good distractions.

The water was cold, a thing he wasn't fond of, but the hitman explained that it was normal early in the morning and that it would warm up with time thanks to the Sun. The pun, according to Reborn, was not intended, especially when he did exactly that with his Flames and earned a soft slap on his shoulder blade. But, well, he made the water warmer so Tsuna enjoyed it.

They also enjoyed a private, intimate session in one of the hidden caves, mid-waist submerged in water, which the brunet demanded for a repeat in the afternoon, but that was their business. And Reborn appreciated it even too much. Go wonder why he had chosen a beach with a cave and hidden from prying eyes.

Lunch was a picnic with mostly vegetables and fruits, prepared by Vongola mansion's new manservants. For dinner, instead, Reborn coaxed him into taking a shower in the villa – obviously together – and then took him to a restaurant. He'd never eaten such seafood products, very different from Japanese ones but good nonetheless. And, of course, Italian cuisine was just good. He didn't know if it was the best but it surely made it to Tsuna's top three.

Reborn promised him he would find the other two. He had plans… Wasn't that ominous, more than his incoming war against Russians? Else he didn't know the meaning.

Returning late into the night had led into going to sleep even later. Tsuna was ready to bet the sun had been about to rise on the horizon when they finally did go to sleep. And then they had woken up so late the brunet had been very embarrassed about it. Not that he'd had plans but he didn't like being late or sleeping in. Reborn, the jerk, just enjoyed it by making him even later. Not funny.

That day, Ryuunoiki had managed to talk and pass the afternoon with his brother. Ienari'd been happy about it and had talked the brunet's ear off, but he didn't mind. Nono was off to some kind of secret island he owned, never to be seen again by any of them. That pleased Tsuna a lot… not as Reborn could, though. That was a whole other level. Ienari was also enthusiastic about the idea of one of his Guardians following Yakuza for a month each, taking turns. The first to go would be the Rain, no one knew who the next would be. He just hoped Lambo didn't come alone, because, then… well, poor Nara. And poor puppy wolf of his.

Ienari tried not to whine… but whined about not being able to return to Japan with Tsuna. They were going to stay in Italy for some weeks to better have a grasp of the Famiglia and the various companies that Vongola used to clean money. And so, Reborn had to stay, too. His lover was not happy, but the brunet made sure to satisfy him until he had to leave so that, at least, his brother would have a little leeway and a certain World's Greatest Hitman would not go trigger-happy on the innocent Tenth generation of Mafia Guardians – not too soon, anyway. It worked.

When Tsuna got his brothers, beasts and suitcases to their private jet, Reborn had a hard time letting him go, pushing the brunet to great lengths in order to reassure him. In short, while Ienari, that had come to see him and Yamamoto Takeshi off, and the others were looking, Tsuna tip-toed and kissed deeply his fiancé. Not an ounce of a blush on his cheeks. Reborn smirked in the kiss and deepened it, if possible – it was Reborn, so of course it was possible. That had made him blush some.

But letting his lover – his Element, his brother, his Sun, his fiancé – go had not been easy for Tsuna, either. That had pushed him to place another, light kiss. He had also enjoyed Ienari's splutter before finally boarding and being rewarded with paperwork by Nara.

"News from home," he'd said, totally exhausted.

And what news, indeed. Many infiltrations had been reported right after the Inheritance Ceremony. He'd expected a visit or something, after what that woman working under Sobolevskaya had told him at Vongola mansion, but someone was too proud to do that and had decided to go for the kill, figuratively speaking. His brothers over in Japan had kept them all under check while also letting them do their job of infiltrators, so he was confident everything would go alright. As for the traitors in his own ranks, Tsuna wanted to reveal and use them, if possible, or simply make them disappear in dead silence.

The jet took flight and Byakuran promptly fell asleep in one of the armchairs, so Kagami sighed and brought him to one of the bedrooms, poor child was always sleeping in the most uncomfortable surfaces he found around. Secretly, Ryuunoiki thought the young Sky did that on purpose just to raffle Kacchan's feathers. However, as of lately, Kagami was not finding it very annoying to care about Byakuran. He wondered, briefly, how it would be to see his brother happily married and with children of his own. That though hit a chord and Tsuna promptly refocused on the tasks at hand.

As soon as the red-head returned, Ryuunoiki washed the passenger compartment with Sky Flames, successfully catching their attention. Nara was, as usual, slouching in front of him with Fon sitting straight at his side, fingers drumming on the table in-between. Skull was laid on a bigger armchair, lap full of Oodako's smallest tank, next to Viper, that was busy organizing the intel they'd come across thanks to Verde, who was also checking out something on a laptop. In front of the scientist, Atsushi was massaging his temple while willing away a stress-induced headache and Colonnello was offering him a glass with frizzling water. Kagami sat in a free armchair with a light frown, a definite improvement from the usual. He smiled – it escaped him – at the amiable and relaxed atmosphere.

They turned to him. The smile was returned.

Well, spilt milk, he guessed. And he wasn't minding it enough to wipe it off his lips.

Yamamoto Takeshi kept silent, but grinning, on the side.

"I didn't have time, but can you give me a report of the backstage?"

Nara groaned, dragging one hand down his face and looking up, completely exhausted, who knew why. He was aware Tsuna couldn't be referring to the others, the raven was the only one able to properly satisfy his curiosity and need of information.

"Sure…" He sighed, straightening a bit and regarding Tsuna with focused eyes. "Their plan was to completely destroy the Ceremony, they had many weapons and even not enough for all the riot participants. The ones that managed to get to the party made the only group we left off to let the show go on, but six more were stopped by us and Vongola trainees. Apparently, Atsushi's little brother is starting to get busy with training new recruits as well as terrifying them into loyalty. Then Decimo comes with him and steals their loyalty all over again. Things are looking good for Vongola." Tsuna hummed, not wanting to stop him. "Anyway, the mind behind it all was the one that talked to you after the attack, Ryuunoiki. He was the oldest, rooted to his traditions and rotten to the core." Nara lifted one hand to Viper, that passed him a folder, that was then opened in front of him on the table. "Did a background check on him, nothing good, old Mafia's ways." He moved his right index on several underlined words, "illegal disposal of toxic wastes, murder of several shopkeepers that refused to pay his Famiglia for their so-called protection, attacks at prominent characters that fought Mafia, trafficking of immigrants that escaped the police's radar." His brother sighed, waving his hand and falling back into the armchair. "Good ol' way, as someone would say," he shrugged with one shoulder. "I didn't bother with the others, but Viper found that many are his relatives and others are ex-thugs of his underground organization. The leftovers have similar reasons and such, nothing worth mentioning." He took a deep breath, eyes closing. "Now they are detained in the Vongola mansion's dungeons, I don't know whatever that Cloud is planning to do with them but I don't want to be in their shoes."

Atsushi lightly chuckled, looking better than before. "He's always been one for dramatics."

Look who's talking, but Tsuna held the comment back. "Thank you, feel free to pass out." Nara was softly snoring in a millisecond. "Now, as soon as we land, we'll split up. Considering that Viper and Verde wish to stay out of fight, I think you all would be fine with them staying with me so that your worries over my well-being will be sated. Is this correct?" Waves of different Flames answered his question. "Good. Next, Yamamoto-san, you will follow Colonnello, I think your personalities and capabilities settle quite well in a mission environment. With him being a sniper and you a swordsman, the fight is won. However, before that, you'll have to train with me."

The Rain eagerly nodded, "that's fine with me, Ryuunoiki!"

"Good," he huffed, then regarded everyone. "There's one more thing I want each of you to know, you won't carry missions alone. And I don't mean simply paired up." He looked at each, eyes warmer. "Kagami is in charge of training new recruits, a squad will be assigned to you and you'll have to guide them. They'll watch your backs and you can trust them to follow your orders to a T. I won't make you bring along your beasts if they're too young, but remember that their instincts may be useful." When there was no rejection or objection, Tsuna went on: "as of now, the missions are not piling up, yet. Also, we'll be dealing with minor issues, so I want you to test your squads, your teamwork, your decision-making. Take these as test benches, I have no doubts the missions will be carried flawlessly nonetheless."

Pride swelled all around. He gave them a moment to enjoy it. Viper sighed, shaking his head, and passed him a folder with many documents in it. Signed on them were the infiltrates' locations. He divided them in south, centre and north of Japan and nodded to himself, taking up the three from the north.

"Colonnello, Fon, Skull. These are yours." They took the pages. "Fon goes directly there, but not you two, just go around the edges, we don't want them alarmed. Spread the rumour you're there on my order to check on our facilities that the new guidelines are being followed. Then Skull goes to his location, Colonnello will keep going in circles for some more days. The brothers that are loyal to me will understand, will lead you to who you want. Track them, gather information, report. From there, we decide if we need to act or just put more observant eyes on them all." He paused a moment. "On second thought, I need to pay some visits to prideful Oyabuns." He looked towards Atsushi, that nodded. "The blueprint?"

"Ready, just needs some final touches."

"Ok, change of plan. We don't split up immediately, we all go back home."

Fon leaned over the table, "why?"

"Because you can't just sleep in a nameless room, so there are plans for a new building right next to my office and the garden. I need you all to see the blueprint, change it if needed and wanted, and have a talk with an interior decorator before the missions start."

The martial artist blinked, wonder in his and the other Arcobalenos' eyes. "… Wouldn't that make missions… pile up?"

Tsuna waved one hand, "not important enough. Your home, that's my priority. The sooner you're settled and comfortable, the better. And don't you dare hold back on your requests."

Even though he was sure his sounded like a threat, the Flames enveloping him in thankfulness, adoration, attachment, emotion, told him another story.

As long as they were happy, he supposed he could live with this.

"So… I do this… and the file is saved?"

Verde nodded, pointing his right index on the screen, towards a folder on the desktop. These new words were making his already existing headache grow. Why had technology had to be so… new?

"Yes, if you try closing it here…" Tsuna brought the cursor on the red x-shaped button of the… software and clicked, closing the window. "Now, you can reopen the file through here." The brunet did as instructed and sighed.

"What if I forget to save it?"

"The software pops up a new window, asking if you are sure you want to close the file without saving first."

Tsuna blinked, "very efficient."

"Thank you," Verde stepped around the desk to sit on the couch. "I've started scanning the papers of these years, it will take some time but not enough for you to worry about. The files are being stored in your computer and finding them is simple, there's a software that can sort them through date, title, contents." He shrugged, crossing one leg over the other. "The system is also safe from outside attacks, I made sure of it, no one will be able to find it, let alone pierce the security."

Tsuna tilted his head, "thank you. At least Nara will stop nagging me about my ancient ways."

"Pen on paper is rather old-fashioned," the Lightning admitted – Ryuunoiki almost smiled at someone not agreeing with him on the spot. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon. If you need help, just ask?"

That made him smile. "I will." Tsuna then turned off the screen and stood. "How is the building coming along?"

Verde frowned. "They finished building the underground part and are now bringing up the walls of the ground floor," he stood, too, following the Kumicho out to the garden.

"Your equipment?"

"Shipped, on its way here. Thanks for that."

Tsuna waved him off, stopping in front of the construction site. "It was nothing. Reports from our brothers?"

"Fon, Skull and Colonnello are following the script, nothing new aside the fact that many eyes are on the spies. Viper is currently searching for corruptible ones on the other side, he's been lucky until now but he wants your last word on who to reach for. Your Intuition may help a lot." Tsuna hummed, agreeing. "Nothing from Reborn, but I guess he's holding back and… doing his best. Nara is napping just past the gate, waiting, I think, for the meeting. Kagami is training new recruits and checking the reports about the dispatched squads to see if adjustments have to be made. So far, none. The Vongola Rain is training with them and, though he is much stronger than mere recruits, the spars with you tire him a lot. Byakuran watches and annoys everyone, Aniryuu is starting to learn how to help the brat. Atsushi is overlooking the other building and trying to train some of the more grown-up beasts. Kudo told me, this morning, that the preparations for the meeting with the Minister are finished. I think I forgot nothing…" He took a deep breath.

"Thank you," Tsuna smiled and accepted Keiman's headbutt to his ankle. "I guess dinner is almost ready…" He paused. "Maybe, eating outside would be good. Tantei-san tends to feel stifled in this house." The brunet nodded to himself and turned around, the building was coming out fine anyway. "Ah, have you printed–" A folder appeared in front of him and he accepted it with a thanking smile. "With this, the stage is ready, we just need to inform our actor."

"What about this?"

Tsuna turned, not stopping, and eyed the rectangular, black box tied with a golden ribbon. "I'll give it to Nara. It will be fun." He chuckled, taking it. "Also, you're free to go and fix your laboratory, tantei-san knows how to behave and Nara will be there, anyway."

"Are you sure? I have time for that."

"I am. I have a feeling you'll need it soon."

Verde hummed, escorting him all the way to the mansion's entrance, where the jaguar from his Garden was waiting, tail whipping the air. "I'll take my leave, then. Have a good night, Ryuunoiki."

"It will be a good night when you all will start dropping formalities in private, Verde," he called, walking through the small gate right on the path of the main entrance.

Tsuna lightly petted Zaleria's head. The beast purred and headbutted his thigh, falling into steps with him. He located the snoring form of Nara and sent her to him. She moved on silky paws and lapped the man's face from chin to hair, unusually not tied in a ponytail. Nara woke up but didn't make to stand, instead glaring at the offending muscle still drooling on his face.

"It's not funny, Ryuunoiki."

"Let me be the judge of that, uhm?"

His brother sighed, taking a napkin from an inner pocket and cleaning his face. Zaleria obediently sat down at Tsuna's side, tail curling around his knees. This was a bad habit of hers that would send him on the floor, someday. Nara sat up and stood, tying his hair with a rubber band held between his teeth. There was a raven strand visibly wet, but he didn't comment on it.

"Here, remind me about it towards the end of the meeting." His brother took the box, arching a contemplative brow in suspicion, "time?"

Nara hid a yawn behind his hand, turning his head to the open gate. "Minutes." He frowned, scratching his nape. "I haven't thanked you for this, Ryuunoiki."

"There's no need to. I'm doing it for my own gain."

"That's not true, please, respect my mind." Tsuna chuckled, eyeing the man. "You wouldn't have done this with someone else, so, thank you."

The brunet smiled, debated it in his mind, then lifted one hand on his brother's shoulder and gripped it. "No need to thank me, brother. We are family."

Nara didn't have the time to gape at him, luckily, because a car stopped in front of the open gate. The engine was turned off and the blond detective came out of the driver's seat, wearing a black suit. Tsuna was already pleased, even though he knew there was his brother's influence in that choice of clothes. The blond walked up to him with a tilt of his head.

"Good evening."

"Tantei-san, welcome." He lifted his hand to the left side of the front garden. "This way, dinner is ready. I hope you don't mind if we indulge a… different way of having a meal."

He arched a brow, shrugging, as he followed and eyed Nara – and was briefly shocked by Zaleria's presence. "I don't."

"Good."

Tsuna led him to sit on the wooden porch, on opposite sides of where a low table with food and sake had been prepared. Nara crossed his arms and leaned against the nearby wooden column just beside the brunet, that decided to keep his legs dangling above the fresh lawn. It was a cool evening, the jaguar settled below them. The detective eyed her but mimicked Tsuna's movements and surprisingly offered to pour them the sake.

Ryuunoiki put the folder Verde had given him on the table and opened it, taking the two stacks of papers and giving one to the blond. "This is how the meeting will go, three days from today." He went over the words, flipping the pages, to check everything was as he had written it – he still couldn't fully trust that computer. "I thought cornering him through Yakuza's ways and normal laws was best suited for our… methods to merge during our collaboration." He looked up at the detective, whose eyes progressively went wide as he read the contents.

Tsuna gave him the time he needed and sipped his sake, taking a bit of the meat in his plate. It was good, well-spiced but simple. He also gave a piece of it to Zaleria, that licked her muzzle, satisfied. He caught a movement from the open door through which he then saw a black pup running to him. The wolf stopped short of headbutting him – seemed like it was the head-butt day – and gave a low, squeaky growl. Someone was jealous.

Before he could sneak him a treat, Nara swooped the pup off the floor and hooked him on his shoulder, returning to his spot. "He's already eaten dinner."

Tsuna smiled, "have you chosen a name yet?"

"Someone else is thinking about that."

Tantei-san sighed, putting the papers on the table. "I told you, he is yours to name." He was frowning, thoughtful, fingers drumming on the surface.

"And I told you he is ours, not only mine, so just give him a name or he'll stay nameless."

"I don't want pets."

"Says the one that's fixed a whole corner of the apartment for a wolf and has dropped hints of wanting a garden."

Tsuna saw the blush and thought it wise to stop the cute quarrel. "Do you not like wolves, tantei-san?"

The blush darkened and the blond almost spluttered. "I-I do, just… I'm not used to pets, my family–… Anyway," he lifted the papers from the table, obviously wanting to change subject – he heard Nara suppress a chuckle behind a cough, "isn't this… too much?"

The brunet blinked. "Too much? What do you mean?"

He shrugged, looking down. "I…" He paused. "I just wanted to stop him not… Not destroy him." The detective turned to the fifth page, "plus, I didn't think I would have a part in it."

Tsuna was a bit confused. "You came to me because you couldn't follow laws to stop him, I'm gathering exactly what you need for that. Don't worry about my gain, I'm sure you're better off not knowing about this side of things."

"No, I was not…" He took a deep breath, looking straight at Tsuna's eyes. "I didn't think you would go to such lengths. Sure, you want him off the picture or something, but this… you gain nothing from me imprisoning him. You usually just… kill."

"Why should I kill him when there is another way?"

"Why did you kill the human trafficker in Hitachinaka-shi? We were there, we could have caught them red-handed. In fact, we've done that to his followers."

Tsuna blinked once, eyes narrowing. "Because that man had gone against my direct orders. I needed to set him as an example for others that might think about following his steps. Has someone started those doings, since then?" The blond gulped, nodded. "As much as I loathe killing, at times, it is necessary."

"You're playing God."

The brunet tilted his head, "perhaps. But Japan is my turf, things will go as I say or there will be consequences." He eyed his own folder. "Even if this man has done much for me to want him dead, he is not part of my family."

"Thankfully," Nara commented, some heat in his voice.

Silence fell, Tsuna focused on finishing his meal and didn't mind the detective ignoring his. He knew too well how it was to not trust someone, he'd grown up as paranoid as an heir should be.

His thoughts wandered elsewhere. He missed Reborn. Neither of them had called the other, but that was a silent agreement. The brunet wanted to hear from his lover, but, at the same time, he preferred not to. He wanted the hitman at his side, even if he knew this was necessary. He wasn't sure if this feeling of emptiness was because of their Bonds or because of his attachment, maybe a mix of both, but it sure was almost unbearable. Maybe his Elements knew about it, noticed it, their constant influx of Flames helped greatly and he would always answer in kinds.

What would have been of him if he hadn't had Sky Flames? Sadness overwhelmed him anytime this thought crossed his mind. And rage, because he also felt extremely possessive of his brothers. He liked to think this was not bad. His brothers never commented on it but they could feel his inner turmoil through the Bond and all they ever did was to support him and wash him in Flames. That was not a rejection, in his book. It was almost as if they liked his fleeting possessiveness. He wasn't sure it was healthy.

Tsuna didn't like to think he depended on his brothers. He'd been taught time and time again to always be the one in charge, to always have the control over the situation, to always be independent from others. But, he'd come to ask himself, was it truly a bad thing? As long as they all had their moments to themselves, maybe it was right to let others take care of things in his stead. Even letting them protect him. Tsuna could do that himself, he could do almost everything without help, but was it necessary? He trusted them all, he knew he could.

"Do you enjoy making it difficult to hate you?"

The brunet blinked up at the detective, a smirk tugging at his lips. "On the contrary, I enjoy much more being despised." He shrugged, stealing a glance towards Nara. "Though, many of my brothers like to think about me as what I am not."

"You're too kind to be the Kumicho." He ignored his Saiko-komon, but the detective didn't.

"Kind? When, exactly?" Tsuna suddenly felt a stranger in the conversation, so he was thankful when Zaleria woke up from her nap and moved at his side to demand attention.

"When Ryuunoiki helps those forgotten by society, gives them a choice, goes out of his way to ensure all of them are protected and fine, doesn't want us to kill if not strictly necessary, pushes entire squads on us so that we have back-up, insists each of his brothers has basic medical knowledge… Even when he kills, he doesn't make them suffer."

Tsuna turned to Nara, catching the look of determination and feeling the wash of protective Flames before everything vanished beneath the laziness his brother liked to wear. Nara huffed, brushing one hand down his face.

"Sorry, got carried away."

The brunet thinned his lips. "It was not needed. Tantei-san," he turned back to the blond, that was looking down, "doesn't need to like me. This is an alliance with proper benefits for both sides. Nothing more, nothing less." He thought about something for a moment, "however, if you feel like you want to study us better," tantei-san looked up at that, lips parted, "you're welcome to come and go as you wish." He lifted one hand, Nara gave him the small box. "This is a souvenir from Italy. Truly a remarkable country, though I still prefer Japan. Traditional of me, I suppose." He put it on the table and stood, regarding his brother. "You're free to leave, Viper's coming this way. Just make sure tantei-san finds his way out." Tsuna stepped down on the lawn, tilting his head to the blond, that mimicked him. "Have a good night." Hearing the answer, the brunet started towards the main entrance to more easily reach his Garden, but then stopped and turned his head back. "Oh, and, brother?"

Nara hummed, cradling the sleeping wolf in his arms. "Yes, Ryuunoiki?"

"You know all you need to do is ask."

Zaleria circled his thigh with her tail and led him to the Garden. He heard the sound of a box opened, probably the present, and then a hushed laughter, followed by a groan. He was glad he could say he had made tantei-san laugh at the expense of his brother. Tsuna sent a brief glance towards the building site and then put his beast to sleep in her favourite place.

"Ryuunoiki?"

"Viper," he left the garden after washing it with a wave of Sky Flames. He'd learned that the beasts liked them. "How are you?"

The man stepped out of Mist, nodding at him. A folder appeared in Tsuna's waiting hands.

"Good, thank you. Your meeting?"

The brunet opened it, finding several profiles in it. "Purposeful. We might have a new frequent visitor these days."

"I'll inform Kudo."

"Ah, no. Better not involve him." Tsuna narrowed his eyes at a woman he remembered seeing at the Inheritance Ceremony. "If someone, inform Kagami…" He beckoned Viper nearer and showed him the file. "This one is corruptible? I think I've seen her at Vongola mansion."

"Yes, she was there," the man confirmed, pointing at an underlined part on the paper. "However, her story was hard to discover, tightly hidden. I had to visit places in order to find the truth."

The brunet hummed, index and thumb lightly going for his chin. "Seems very interesting… I guess she could be hiding something. This needs further investigation, but I imagine we have all that could be gathered."

"Unfortunately. The only way of knowing more, at this point, is to ask the woman herself."

"Zhukova Natalya, assuming this is her real name," Tsuna took her file and folded it in his pocket. "What about the others?"

They walked to the window of his office and the brunet opened it with his foot. "They are spread through the ranks, but only one seems truly worth the risks." The Mist moved his hand to the folder, stopped to wait for Tsuna's nod and turned three pages. "Lyapin Petr. He's just a thug, but there are frequent reports of him disappearing for long times so he's made himself a suspicious one in the Boss' eyes. Might be one that has something to hide, maybe an embarrassing secret. I wanted to know what you think about him."

Ryuunoiki eyed the summarized reports, eyes narrowing. He felt something thug his mind. This was another interesting one, but he wondered… He took the paper he'd folded in his pocket and hummed to himself. What if… He licked his lips.

"They might be linked, to be honest." He folded both papers, this time, tucking them away. "Can you keep an eye on them?"

"Yes." Viper entered through the window with him, closing it behind them. "Do you want me to push a bit? Through illusions? I might be able to gather more."

Tsuna thought about it. "No, not yet." He paused, hand against the door to his room. "I have a feeling they will be more important than we can foretell." Tsuna bit his lower lip, closing the folder. "I want to use them, if possible, but, at the same time, they might turn out to be more than pawns." He turned to Viper, that was standing aside, waiting. "How is your basement coming along?"

The man lowered his head, face even more hidden by his hood. They had all shed their suits after the Inheritance, feeling more like themselves with their usual clothes. He had to admit that Viper would not be Viper without a mantle and a hood.

"Yes… It's as dark as I wanted it to be… And the computers are all I needed."

Tsuna chuckled. "I hope you put a bed in there, somewhere." He felt the embarrassed whiplash of Mist Flames as he slid the door open. "I'll retire for the night. Can you make sure Kagami has gone to sleep? He has trouble, sometimes."

"I will. Rest well, Ryuunoiki."

He sighed. "Tsuna, or Tsunayoshi, in private. Good night, Viper." But he knew it was a long ride before they started doing that.

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