Decimo's Weakness

There once (Keyword: Once) was a grand dwelling of over eight thousand square feet in size with classical architecture. The splendid manor was of course, proudly owned by none other than the infamous Millefiore's playful boss. It's walls, in a pure white colour with elegant brown carvings and tiles that sparkled along endless hallways stretching like a maze. It was definitely luxurious enough for a mafia boss to live in, yet….so perfect to destroy in the eyes of a pissed off Mafia boss and his guardians. Six figures infiltrated the said mansion with ease, weapon in hand and ready to begin on what they always do best; trashing up any place, anytime, anywhere. So, when said guardians were ordered to do a mansion 'makeover' by their devious boss, expect nothing less than a pile of rubble decorated with heaps of half-dead men by the end of the day.

The cloud guardian held his deadly tonfas, an eternal scowl graced his features as he glared at the crowding herbivores attempting to graze him. He took down one prey after another, each and every one of them falling with a quick blow from his tonfa while he muttered something about the 'weak, crowding herbivores' in pure irritation.

The storm guardian whipped out his unlimited supply of dynamites from god-knows-where while occasionally screaming curses at the rain guardian. Yamamoto chuckled heartily in return while knocking out several men in suits with the back of his sword effortlessly.

The pineapple headed man laughed eerily while scarring innocent minds with his horror filled illusion, an evil smirk crept up as the victims screamed and begged for mercy. Meanwhile, Lambo unwillingly stood and watched as the one sided fight broke out. That is, until he tripped over a rock and began his childish tantrum involving flying grenades and lightning.

Tsuna sprinted through the halls, his cloak fluttering along as he passed several men in dark suits. The mafia boss not bothering to stop as guns, knives and all kinds of weapons were aimed at his vital spots. He relied on his hyper intuition and swiftly dealt with the attackers, not with life threatening injuries of course since he was just making sure they wouldn't pursue him and waste their efforts. After all, there's just one idiotic white head practically begging to be killed in the most torturous way he could think of. Apparently, Mukuro had an early visit and informed him that the orange haired girl was spotted being carried, princess-style no less, by the marshmallow addict to his own personal room.

Oh if only looks could kill….the pineapple headed illusionist would've been crushed and chopped to million pieces by the brunet who gave a sickeningly sweet smile. Though it had instead, sent chills down the spine of the other guardians.

So here he is, wasting no time to kick down the door preventing him from ripping a marshmallow's head off. His gaze soon fell on her who was shocked from his sudden entrance. She questioned him, her voice quivering and he answered her while letting off a breath he'd unconsciously been holding back. She was safe for now, and that was all that mattered to him.

"But you….I-I said that I—" Tears welled in her eyes as she started to choke, unable to finish her words.

"Do you mean it then?" His sharp amber eyes wanting nothing more than an honest answer from her.

"….I-I'm s-sorry." Silent tears now running down her reddening cheeks.

A soft smile appeared on his lips and grew to his usual smirk.

"Don't be, because I'll make you accept me from now on…whether you like it or not."

Kyoko blushed slightly but slowly nodded her head, wiping her tears which only earned herself a light chuckle from the brunet.

"Now then…" he turned to Byakuran who was standing on the side of the room, silently watching the 'couple' with his merry smile.

"Care to tell me why I shouldn't pulverize you right this second?" Tsuna growled furiously.

"Aww, don't be like that Tsu-chan. I just wanted to meet Kyoko-chan and have a friendly chat—"

The marshmallow addict was cut off by a flash angered amber hues and a knee aimed straight at his face. He barely managed to catch the blow and stopped it inches form hitting the target. The white haired mafia boss was caught off guard as the brunet took no time to land on his feet before punching him in one fell swoop. Byakuran hit the concrete walls and coughed, a trail of red flowed down his chin. He slowly stood and held a palm over his gut, noticing a few broken ribs.

"She cried. That's all I need to know you fucking bastard." Tsuna hissed, his orange orbs narrowed dangerously.

Byakuran watched the enraged Mafioso and laughed "So Tsu-chan's going to protect his girlfriend now, huh~?"

The white head bent down to brush the dust on his pants calmly and walked up to a few metres away from the brunet. Tsuna held up his fist and readied himself for another attack. Oddly, his intuition started acting up, warning him about the dangers to come and it had fortunately or unfortunately...never failed him.

But what? What is it trying to tell him? He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

His intuition was proven right the next second as the Millefiore boss flashed a sly grin, his violet eyes shifted to the teen sitting on the wooden seat. Tsuna's eyes widened in realization. "You're forgetting something Tsunayoshi-kun~Or should I say someone..."

He whipped out a silver handgun, a Millefiore crest engraved on the body of the weapon as it gloriously glistened under the light. Kyoko flinched at the weapon aimed directly to her head, one which could also end her life in mere seconds.

"Byakuran, put the weapon down. She's not involved in any of this." Tsuna growled.

"Oh, she is, actually." Byakuran smiled, his thumb moving to the hammer of the gun and it gave a 'click' sound, ready to do it's job.

"You should know that this will happen someday, Tsunayoshi-kun. You've already dragged her in the mafia world, whether you realize it or not." Byakuran said, the playfulness gone without a trace as an icy tone replaced it in it's stead.

"Why?" Tsuna simply asked, his dying will mode masking a calm demeanor. The Millefiore boss eyed the brunet and replied with distaste.

"When I heard that the Vongola Decimo had a lover…. I thought it was ridiculous." He narrowed his violet orbs at the other mafia boss.

"Of course having a woman is fine but she's a normal high school girl. I couldn't just stand by and watch the boss of the most powerful family, one which I've finally decide to form an alliance with, to make such a stupid mistake." He spat. Tsuna stayed silent and listened with a straight face while Byakuran took it as a cue to continue.

"She'll be your greatest weakness someday, Vongola Decimo….and this is proof of what'll happen if you continue to have her by your side."

Byakuran paused and took out another handgun, it was jet black and had the same Millefiore crest on it. The brunet didn't even show the slightest of movement when the weapon was pointed at him.

"So choose, Tsunayoshi-kun." The white head readied his dark coloured gun and locked his violets with the glowing orange. He breathed out, "You….or your precious 'lover'."

Tsuna took in the words of the other mafia boss before closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. Byakuran raised a brow at the brunet's calmness but held the two weapons still to their targets. The brunet stepped towards the white head and stopped when the barrel touched his forehead. Kyoko's eyes widened, the colour draining from her face as she watched the scene before her helplessly.

"T-Tsuna-kun?" She stuttered out, part of her screaming for him to run away.

"Shoot." The brunet said bluntly, his eyes showing no hesitation.

"…..Are you serious Tsunayoshi-kun? No one would be able to survive a shot at point blank range, not even you." Byakuran said.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" He grinned and lifted a hand to hold the gun in its place. "Shoot. Now." He repeated without any hint of fear nor hesitancy.

Kyoko's mind went blank but there was one thing that registered in her. That he's going to die, because to her. She bit her lips that started to quiver and looked around for something, anything to stop it from happening. Kyoko felt a gust of wind blowing against the back of her neck and she whipped her head around, her sight was greeted by a wide lake reflecting glimmers of evening sunlight. A wooden platform connected itself from the mansion and the waters, forest of trees surrounded the lake. A thought crossed her mind, perhaps she could….

Kyoko was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a click sound from the gun aimed at the brunet. The two focused their gaze and Kyoko knew then that Byakuran was serious, and so was Tsuna.

"N-No…" She muttered under her breath.

His index finger curled over the trigger and slowly squeezed on the lever.

"Stop!"

She screamed this time and the white head glanced away from his target. Kyoko took the opportunity to ran up to the window, the bench toppling over with a loud thud. She climbed to the edge of the window and took a second to survey the ground a few metres away from her, she noticed that the room was in the fifth floor of the mansion. Byakuran clicked his tongue and quickly aimed the gun at her leg. Tsuna gritted his teeth and kicked the silver gun out of Byakuran's grasp and ran towards her but was too late as all he could see was her jumping out from the window.

"Kyoko!" Tsuna screamed.

It would've been the same if she were to stay in the room, Byakuran would just use her again and Tsuna might even really die the next time. Kyoko looked down in mid-air and cursed when she noticed that her jump didn't make it to the lake. The orange haired teen was then falling to the trees below. Well, at least she'd survive with a few broken bones. It actually sounds better than getting shot and dying with a gaping hole through your head….right?

Kyoko shut her eyes tightly and prepared for her ungraceful landing. Though she'd never expected to find an arm wrapped around her protectively as she opened her eyes to the familiar warmth, her face buried in the fabric of his suit.

"T-Tsuna-kun?"

He only held her closer as they fell into the cold waters of the lake.