Yui was left seething at the audacity of the Vongola familiga departure with his precious spring in tow yet his rationale was urging him to bid a hasty retreat after locking eyes with the famous or rather infamous Reborn-sama.
Right before his retreat, he boldly declared "This isn't over," before he cuts his eyes over at the 10th Storm Guardian and boastfully chided, "She will be back in my possession."
The tense atmosphere soon dissipates as well as the Hyper Dying Will Flame that spouts from the crown of his head.
"So why was Bakadera's twin panties tied in a bunch?" Lambo was inquisitively posing after chewing on deep fried takoyaki while watching the scene play out before his eyes.
"As I said earlier, we'll talk about it at HQ," Tsunayoshi deliberately repeats his statement from earlier.
A few of the adults instantly noticed that Kyoko, Haru, and an SUV were no longer in the parking lot, which prompted the perception that it involved those two women.
"Time to head home, everyone." Takeshi's voice calmly instructs the rest of them as they eventually sort themselves back into groups in order to board their vehicles.
Bianchi privately noted the expression on Hayato's face before she ultimately decided to keep her thoughts to herself for now.
A few minutes later…
The vehicle came to a halt in front of HQ when Kyoko swiftly popped out and held the car door open for the medic team to easily roll the gurney up to the rear passenger side.
"Please be careful with her." The Donna softly pleads right before they carefully maneuver the unconscious brunette onto the gurney and rolls her inside toward the medic bay.
She then reaches inside her purse, removes her phone, composes and sends a text message.
'Please pull through, Haru-chan.' The orange haired woman was desperately praying for a safe yet speedy recovery while covering the distance from the drive through toward the entrance.
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Loud knocks followed by a "come in" prompted a bob of blonde to enter inside of his boss private study.
"Ah, Katsumi…what brings you here?" The Ricotta boss questions after he closes the cover of a book and places it on the desk.
One word emitted from his mouth "Riko" which earned a deep sigh and a massaged of his temple before he inquisitively posed, "What did she do now?"
"She disclosed Miura, Haru location to Yui." Katsumi was revealing while pushing his glasses back on to the bridge of his nose.
"I'm not surprised since she's a meddlesome person yet her presence and the timing of it is…ominous." The elderly male alleged as he settled behind his desk and on a cushioned leather seat.
"As per usual, I want you to maintain your surveillance of her and inform immediately of any of her actions." He issues him the same orders as previously for his ex-wife.
A "yes sir" along with a bow was executed before he dismissed himself from in front of his employer.
His landline to his personal study was starting to ring before picking it up on the third ring before hearing, "They took her! Those Vongola bastard stole my spring away from me!"
"Aren't you being a bit dramatic? She was scheduled to have a date with the Vongola Donna at a local festival this evening." His father calmly reminds him after he leans forward to check a piece of paper with names, dates, duration, and prices.
Yui audibly growled under his breath at the statement before he angrily snapped, "You're not listening! They declared sanctuary over her!"
It took every fiber in his bones not to yank the phone from the plug and smash it against the wall.
"Come straight to my study once you're on the compound grounds." He instantly demands once he reigns in his anger and focuses his thoughts back on their conversation.
'What have you done now Yui darling?' Riko was curiously wondering while stealthily eavesdropping on their conversation before smirking at her ex-husband's reaction.
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Kyoko patiently waited in the meeting room for the rest of the familiga to arrive from the festival.
'I wonder what's going to happen now?' She anxiously thinks about the potential outcomes for Haru's future while being in their care from Yui and the Ricotta.
Luckily, her thoughts were momentarily halted once she watched her familiga member speedily entered and settled down in their respective seats.
Silence naturally ensues until Reborn finally poses, "Why is the future Ricotta boss threatening the familiga?"
"We took in one of their girls." Hibari was the one providing the answer instead of their boss, which was earning an intense glare from Hayato.
The Sun Arcobaleno's beady eyes were now on the Decimo when he stated, "I thought I told you not to involve yourselves in their affairs."
Bianchi was quietly listening to the conversation and noticing the agitation openly emitting off of her half-brother.
"She was beaten unconscious after being sexually assaulted by that wimp." The silver-haired male made known while he gnashed his teeth from his rage.
"What do you even know about this girl?" His older sibling was curiously quizzing after sighing and tucking her arms underneath her chest.
"Her name is Miura Haru, born on May 3, zodiac sign is Taurus, only listed relatives Miura Haruyoshi as the father and mother's deceased. She's 156.5 cm, weighs 46kg with a blood type B." The Cloud Guardian easily rattled off of the woman's biographical information before he continued on with his speech.
"She's has been a part of the Ricotta familiga since the age of six with no know service records other than the ones with our names on it."
"That's strange. Usually, their services start when they come of age before being auctioned off the highest bidder." Shamal knowledgeably spiels while he scratches his chin from confusion.
"Do the other girls have their auction date on their records?" Takeshi curiously chimes in with a question after he raises his hand to catch their attention.
"How else do you think they keep up with their bookkeeping?" The raven-haired male countered with a placid expression on his face.
He briefly pauses, closes his eyes and discloses "Yet, Miura Haru has no debt in her name since she was traded as collateral by her father. So she took on his debt in his stead."
The intense radiation of flame energy suddenly spiked at this revelation from Hibari.
"Her own father sold her to that creepy bastard and his sick family?!" Hayato was furiously hissing as his flames were directly reflecting his intense emotions.
Leon stealthily morphed to a green gun before his owner swiftly squirted water on the Storm's guardian face to calm him down.
"It's up to the Decimo to decide what the familiga will do from here on out." The baby comments once his chameleon reverts back to its animal form and sleepily rests on the brim of his fedora.
"A human being has every right to be treated as a human being. What I saw was an innocent soul trying to be corrupted in this world yet rebelled in every way it can." Their boss passionately spoke before he ultimately rendered, "We will provide sanctuary for Miura Haru."
Tsuna then directs his sights on to the violet-haired woman to inquire, "Bianchi, if I may so selfishly request, can you become Haru-san primary caretaker?"
"Any and all things that she may require will need your permission until she's well." He delves further about her duties and responsibilities for the mission when he tacks on, "Plus there's no one other than you I trust for this assignment."
Bianchi audibly sighs, closes her eyes and inquisitively queries, "Fine. What was the diagnosis?"
The sound of the chair scraping against the floor was instantly catching their attention only to watch Hayato exiting from the meeting room while hastily uttering, "Smoke break,"
One of the medical staff silently entered the room, handed over a technological device to Hibari and dismissed themselves.
"Miura-san's currently housed within a hyperbolic chamber in a stasis mode due to her intensive injuries. She has about 20-25% worth of external damage with a majority of those present on her face." He reports as he scrolls through her medical information on the device in his grasp.
'That's a jealous lover beat down.' The violet-haired woman was privately surmising after listening to the report.
"So she will require some rehabilitation." Ryohei eventually assumed since he was all too familiar with the repercussions of facial injuries from his career as a boxer.
His eyes catch sight of a notation made by the head doctor in which he read aloud, "Apparently, it depends on her psychological prognosis that cannot be completed until she's fully conscious and aware."
"So it's the "what if" waiting game, huh?" Bianchi eventually presumes once she was fully brief on the situation at hand.
The Poison Cooking Mistress was finally connecting the dots from Hayato's anger, this mysterious woman name Miura Haru, the Ricotta familiga and fiasco at the festival. 'No wonder he flipped a lid.'
"What about Hayato?" One of them was posing since the 10th Storm Guardian was currently on a smoke break as a means of calming his nerves.
Shamal lazily leans his head against his intertwine hands while he stares up at the ceiling and bluntly remarks, "He obviously has some kind of emotional attachment to her."
"Gokudera-san feels as if he's the one to blame. He told me about it when I sub for him one day and the sight of blue and purple marks on her body was truly infuriating yet she chose to smile. How can you smile when you are physically beaten for insignificant things." Takeshi vividly recalled an encounter from being a part of Kyoko and Haru's date as he tightens his hand over his fist.
Kyoko physically nods her head before she echoes an experience with similar sentiments, "Or how her escort roughly slammed her on the concrete at the park…both he and I felt helpless and powerless because it was their way to handle their girls."
"Then I will provide her defense classes with only the basics being taught," Bianchi added once she stared at her half-brother's empty seat.
"And I will deal with him too."
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Yui haphazardly burst through the front doors of his familiga's mansion and swiftly sprinted toward his father's private study.
"Dad…the Vongola snatched spring away from me at the festival!" He piercingly shrieked once he entered and stormed toward his desk.
The older man simply rests his lower face against his hands when he momentarily glances at the circular golden desk clock and mutters, "She's due to return in the next hour."
"You're not listening again! They were pleading sanctuary over her." The silver-haired male was repeating the statement from earlier while placing emphasis on the word sanctuary.
'That seemed to do the trick…' Yui positively thought once he noticed his father's finally comprehended what he just endured a few minutes ago.
"I was extremely outnumbered and outclassed in strength." He was laying on thick as a means to further convince his father to confront the Vongola on their transgression.
An image of the silver-haired male, who accompanied his spring at the goldfish tanks, visually popped to the forefront of his mind when a devious smirk stretched across his face.
"Their stupid Storm Guardian was the cause." He deliberately adds, which catches his dad's focus as he confusingly utters, "Storm guardian?"
'Now it's time for the icing on the cake,' The young man inwardly cackled as flames manifested behind his inner image.
"Turns out she was using the Donna as a ruse and planning to flee with him once they got the chance."
A brief silence settles between the two as Yui privately wonders did he provide just enough ammunition for his father to pull the trigger on the Vongola familigia.
His father quietly stands to his feet, maneuvers around his desk and approaches the door when he hears his son asks, "Where are you going?"
"To make a phone call."
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Bianchi casually strolled out of the meeting room when a breeze suddenly picked up which prompted her to briefly pause since her hair blew in front of her face and obscured her view.
Her sights finally land on the broad back of her half-brother when a plume of thick smoke emitted from between his lips.
"Have you calmed down yet?" She was asking since she was genuinely concern about his well-being especially after this fiasco at the festival.
He eventually rotates his body to face her completely, leans his back against the rectangular wooden beam, closes his eyes and honestly confesses, "I felt powerless."
"You know emotional attachments aren't good in our line of work Hayato. Clouds…" The older of the two was about to recite an adage once taught to her from a fellow assassin when he cut her off with, "Clouds your judgment, I know that already but…"
"You like her…is she the one you've been calling stupid woman this entire time?" Bianchi shockingly surmises once she notices a light blush dusts his cheeks at her accusation of being attached to someone that was not in the familiga.
A smirk surface to her face at his boyish reaction, however the realities of the Mafioso world eventually replaces those thoughts. "Can you kill her if the situation demands it? Can you truly cast your feeling aside to pull the trigger to release her from hell?"
"No," He was honestly admitting while closing his eyes and stubbing out the lit side of the cigarette against an old burn on the beam.
"Then as her caretaker limit the time you spend with her or…I force my cooking down your throat." Bianchi makes known before she walks away from the young man.
'She will only break your heart…baka.'