Title: Serendipity

Author: sllebswap

Characters/Pairing: Miura Haru and Dino

Type: OneShot/Drabble Collection (InComplete)

Genre: Romance/General/Humor

Word Count: 5123

Rating: T (Contains content not suitable for children)

Disclaimer: Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira-san.

Summary: CEDEF Agent Miura Haru and Cavallone Boss Dino have known each other for a very long time, haven't they? Loosely interconnected one shot/drabble series. Multi-verse. D86.

Verse: Marriage of Convenience AU

Chapter Last Revised on: 12/01/17

In other words, baby, kiss me

"So, when is it going to be your turn, hm?"

This time, they were attending a party thrown by an allied Famiglia to celebrate the birth of the Don's fifth child, and even though they had already been married for slightly more than a year now, the two were still fielding congratulatory messages from random individuals when they arrived at the extravagant residence of their ally. Mafia or not, there was no escaping this sort of social niceties, it seemed. And apparently, they were also getting to that stage where the more inquisitive ones were starting to enquire about the ETA of future Cavallone offspring, something that never failed to mortify and embarrass Haru every time it happened, since their marriage was still pretty much in-name only.

"H-Hahi...!" The brunette's cheeks were pink as she sputtered and stuck close to Dino, almost about to meld into his shadow. She had not quite expected to have to face this kind of question the very moment they stepped into the manor and greeted the Alesci Boss, and looked very, very startled.

Thankfully, Dino was quicker to recover. Italians were known to be family oriented and those in the triad were even more so, hence why they used the term 'famiglia' to refer to those in the business. He smiled faintly at their host's jovial but unintentionally obtuse question – the man was obviously in a great mood with the successful birth of his youngest offspring, with both mother and newborn in excellent health, and he also appeared to already have had a few celebratory toasts already, judging by his ruddy appearance and loosened tongue.

"Santino, Haru and I are happy to enjoy each other's company for now," he deflected the question with seamless ease. "We prefer to let nature take its course."

Beside him, Haru looked like she was struggling just to look the other Don in the eye. She managed a smile as well and nodded in agreement. Dino silently reached for her hand, reassuring. After a beat, he received an equally subtle response, as she squeezed his fingers back. She straightened a bit beside him, seeming to take courage from his presence, and squared her shoulders. Her eyes brightened with genuine jubilation as she offered her own felicitations.

"Yes, desu. Congratulations on the birth of your daughter, Santino-san. Haru knows that the little one will grow up to be as brave and as strong as her father, and as beautiful and as smart as her mother, desu!"

The Alesci Boss beamed at the young woman's sincere, heartfelt wishes.

"Grazie, Signora Haru! Michela is the true star here, as always. I still don't know how the woman does it, but she was a champ throughout the entire birth. So graceful, so composed! Me, I was yelling more than she, and she's the one pushing a little human the size of a watermelon out of that petite body of hers. There's no other woman on this earth who can compare to my sweet, lovely Michela, and I thank the Lord daily for blessing me with such an amazing, amazing woman."

Haru could not help but feel her heart warm over at the passionate and earnest declaration of adoration that the Alesci Ottavo had made towards his own wife…and she wasn't even around to hear him. How wonderful, the young woman thought with slight envy, to be someone so loved and cherished.

"Michela must be overjoyed," Dino commented. "She's wanted a daughter for the longest time, hasn't she? I remember her halfhearted complaints about being the only female in a household full of boys."

"She is! Our four sons, robust and mischievous as they are, are our pride and joy, but this little princess of ours will surely have all of them wrapped around her little finger. They are already so fascinated and mesmerized by their sorellina!"

"Hahi, Santino-san! May Haru go and see Michela-san and the new baby?" Haru enquired, her usual enthusiasm and love for cute things and little children in general starting to get the better of her. Not to mention, the no-nonsense Lady Boss of the Alesci Famiglia was a very good friend and staunch supporter when the younger woman first started to live in Italy as the bride of the Cavallone Decimo, also helping to serve as an emotional support during those times when she had been so homesick for her family, and Haru was very, very fond of her older sister/den mother figure.

"But of course! She has been waiting for you, you know!"

Happy to hear the other Don's acquiesce, she glanced over briefly at Dino, as if silently enquiring if he would be fine without her. He could still be quite accident prone at times, after all. He nodded, and she eye smiled at him before excusing herself from the group, her fingers softly brushing his as he let her go. The two men watched as she disappeared deeper into the manor, and then Santino rounded back to his fellow Mafioso just in time to see that unconsciously soft look on the other man's face which he hadn't quite been able to hide. The Alesci started to grin.

"Oho, I recognize that expression," he crowed a bit too loudly in his semi-inebriated state. Dino just cast his old friend a slightly withering look, his earlier fond warmness slipping away now that the woman who seemed to elicit his affection so easily was no longer in the vicinity.

"Would you care to announce that even louder? I don't think your entire Famiglia has heard you yet," the blond murmured dryly. His salt and pepper haired companion was unfazed, and continued to grin.

"So how are you and Haru doing, really?"

The Cavallone feigned ignorance.

"Have we not gone over this greeting earlier?" he asked with faint exasperation.

"Yes, and I can obviously see that you two are a lot less awkward around each other now, but are still hemming and hawing around each other. 'Let nature take its course,' my foot. You're not just halfheartedly wooing the lass, are you? If so, then Michela's gonna have some words to say to you, and you know how she dotes on Haru."

Dino started to look even more exasperated.

"I can assure you that my feelings for Haru are anything but halfhearted. And do we have to talk about this right now?"

"But of course." Santino was shamelessly relentless. "I still haven't forgotten the payback I owe you years ago, when you were gleefully running circles around me while I was courting the missus, you little shit."

The insult was spoken way too cheerfully to be offensive, and never mind the fact that Dino was actually a good half a head taller than the other man. Dino was certainly unfazed.

"…In my defense, my 'running circles' around you actually helped net you the amazing woman of your dreams in the end, excuse you."

Dino's retort was mild, almost amused, and it was also one fact which Santoni could not refute. He laughed and clapped the tall, whipcord lean blond heartily on the back, packing nearly enough force to send the younger Don sprawling forward.

"Touché. In that case, consider this my way of returning the favor, then!"

The Cavallone groaned.

"I'd rather you not. I'm doing well enough on my own, really."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bronco. You're married for more than a year already to this lovely, spirited little filly, and you still haven't made her yours yet – that much is obvious enough. That's not what I'd call 'doing well enough.' You're not getting any younger you know, and she's a sweet young thing. If you don't corral her in properly, don't be sorry if some other Italian stallion comes and tries to lead her astray."

Dino's temple was starting to twitch.

"…If I agree to listen to what you have to say, will you – for the love of all that's good and holy – stop making horse puns at me?"

"Oh? Are they working? I wasn't too sure whether to use the carrot or stick approach – after all, you can lead a horse to a watering hole, but you can't force it to drink, yes?"

"Santino!"

The week old Alesci princess was the most darling little thing Haru had ever seen. The tiny little bundle of joy was already sporting a tuff of her mother's fiery red hair, and her father's sapphire blue eyes. She was going to be really striking in appearance when she grew up, and hopefully also possessing her mother's feisty temperament and will. Haru sat on the rocking chair in the nursery, the precious babe nestled in her arms, softly cooing to the little one as she gently rocked the baby to sleep. She had just been fed and burped by her mother and Haru had offered to watch her while Michela went to take a quick shower and get a change of clothes, and it was to this homely sight that the Lady Boss of the Alesci Famiglia arrived to, some twenty minutes later.

"You're going to be a really great mom one day, Haru," the older woman commented by way of greeting, her thick Italian accent something which Haru had to get used to at the beginning of their acquaintanceship, but was so dear and familiar to her now. The younger brunette lifted her gaze to her friend, and beamed.

"Hahi, Michela-san is teasing Haru, desu!" She gingerly stood up with the snoozing baby in her arms, exchanging places with Michela before very carefully handing the little one back to her rightful parent.

"She's so beautiful, desu," Haru murmured with reverence, and she could not help smiling at the sight of mother and daughter. It was so lovely.

"She's a little monster," her dame corrected fondly. "It's as if she already knows that everyone in the family is going to bend over backwards just to give her anything she wants, even the moon and the stars."

If anything, Haru's smile just grew even warmer. "That's because Felisa-chan knows that she is very loved, desu. It's okay to be spoiled if it's like that."

The soft expression on the young woman's face made Michela smile as well.

"In that case, you should let Dino spoil you more also then, going by your logic," Michela quipped, and Haru stilled in a startled manner.

Then, she flushed.

"Hahi!" she exclaimed, but softly so as not to wake the sleeping baby. She was also fluttering her hands out before her like the wings of a flighty bird. "What is Michela-san saying! Dino-nii is not like that towards Haru, desu! Haru is a member of Dino-nii's Famiglia now and Dino-nii loves everyone in the Family equally!"

"Oh pssshh. Your Dino-nii is most definitely not as altruistic as you seem to think that he is, silly. He is a good lad, but I assure you that any man who looks at a woman with the same degree of affection and attention that he reserves for you is most definitely not doing so only out of the kindness of his heart, Haru."

Haru blushed even more, her face feeling so hot that it was like she was about to combust.

"Hahi…! Haru…Haru cannot imagine-"

"Don't believe me?" Michela murmured serenely. "Shall I teach you a little trick to prove that I'm right? When you go home with him later, ask him to kiss you. Wet your lips and flutter those big Bambi eyes of yours. See what he does, hm? Watch his face. You're a woman too; you'll know exactly what that look he gives you mean."

The fact that the other woman was so calmly and serenely dispensing this kind of advice flustered Haru, a lot. She wished that she could possess even a modicum of the same worldly composure as her friend.

"-K-Kiss Dino-nii-" she broke off, squeaking and slapping her hands over her burning cheeks. "Haru can't possibly-"

"You can. And you will." The Alesci matriarch broke off no-nonsensely. She gave the younger female a firm look. "Be more bossy, be more demanding. Act more spoilt around him. Corner him and pin him down if you have to – if it's you, Haru, I know you'd do it so charmingly he won't be able to resist you. And then you may have your wicked way with him."

Haru made a strangled sound and threw her hands up in mortification.

"Michela-san!"

She was strangely skittish for the rest of the evening, and kept turning pink every time he looked to her in an enquiring manner. Unfortunately for her ruffled composure, that becoming expression on her face only served to attract his attention even more, and he stayed close to her for the entirety of the party. Haru was so flustered that she kept downing drink after drink as they went around mingling with the other guests, though she kept largely to juice and punch, not liking the taste of alcoholic beverages too much. She also had a flute of champagne to toast the Alesci Ottavo on the birth of his daughter, and thus, by the time they were due to take their leave, she was a bit high on sugar and just a tad tipsy. They said their goodbyes to their hosts, promised to visit again soon, and climbed into the waiting Rolls Royce to be chauffeured home.

Haru collapsed happily onto the cushioned backseat of the partitioned interior with a happy sigh. It had been wonderful to see the Alesci clan again, but she was also very glad to be off of her feet and on the way home – it had been a long evening. The young woman kicked off her heels and stretched lazily, closing her eyes as she simply sank onto the comfortable surface.

"Tired?"

She cracked open an eye to regard her companion who was sitting beside her, and nodded slightly.

"Only a little, desu," she admitted. "Haru does not know how Dino-nii does this so easily all the time! Dealing with so many people can be really exhausting sometimes!"

He laughed softly at her observation.

"You'll get used to it over time," he replied. "Did you manage to catch up with Michela, at least?"

For some reason unbeknownst to him, she started to blush at his question.

"H-Hahi, yesss, desu," she stuttered a bit. "Haru was really happy to see Michela-san again."

She was also suddenly having trouble looking him in the eye, and his brow silently rose. He wondered what the other woman had told his wife, for her to behave in such a way. If the Alesci Lady Boss was anything like her equally meddling husband, then Dino thought that he had a pretty good idea what had been said to her. He sighed softly and shook his head a little. This was why he was careful not to move too quickly with her, lest he spooked her.

"Was Michela meddling again? You don't have to take her and Santino so seriously, okay?"

The gentleness in his tone made her shiver slightly, and she lifted her gaze to meet his. She hesitated briefly, and then she shook her head.

"Hahi, Michela-san was only telling Haru that she has to be more confident…and proactive…so…"

The mild buzz she was having from the champagne was lending her a burst of courage, and she turned over and scooted up to her husband's side. A faint flush still covered her cheeks, and her eyes were bright and limpid as she looked at him. She bit her lip.

"Haru has an earnest request to make of Dino-nii, desu…"

He was a bit quizzical of her politeness.

"Of course. Ask as you will. Anything that you want, Haru."

His readiness to indulge her only made her heart beat in her chest faster, her awareness of him rising further.

"Haru would like to be…kissed, desu…" Her voice was petering out slightly towards the end, and once again, she looked so embarrassed by her shameless request that she was bright red in the face all over again, but she did not look away from his sharpening, intent gaze.

He did not respond for a long moment, and Haru's anxiety slowly started to rise. Was she being too forward? Maybe Michela-san was wrong and Dino-nii really wasn't interested in her that way! Was she burdening him with her expectations, then…?

Dino's expression was unreadable, and then-

"Are you really sure that's what you want?"

She looked at him. And nodded.

"Hahi, but only if Dino-nii wants to also!" she quickly muttered, as if in afterthought. "If not, Haru doesn't want-"

He reached out, long, graceful fingers touching her cheek before she could finish. She stopped talking abruptly, her gaze mesmerized by that warm look in his dark golden eyes.

"Jo-chan, I most definitely do want to kiss you, and for quite a while, already." She trembled slightly at the quiet intensity in his voice, so sure and unhesitating in what he sought. "You're not teasing me, are you?"

She mutely shook her head, snared by his gaze, her body captive to the way his fingers gently caught her chin, the pad of his thumb softly brushing against the plump softness of her lower lip.

"Good. Because that'd be too cruel of you, cara…"

Her gaze lowered, dense lashes covering her eyes, and her tongue slowly darted out, the pink tip softly running along the flesh of his digit, tentatively, shyly, tasting him. If she only lifted her gaze now, then surely she would see that look on his face, that heated desire that darkened his gaze, that stark want, solely reserved for her.

"Please kiss Haru," she whispered.

He tipped her face up towards his, and slowly lowered his head, coming so close that she could smell the faint hint of his musky cologne, that their breaths softly mingled. Her heart was pounding like a drum behind her ribcage, her thoughts flying through her head in a frantic muddle a hundred miles a second, and then-

"As you wish."

His lips touched hers, finally.

It was soft, chaste; heart achingly gentle.

The subtle brush of his mouth against hers, slow, measured, and her lips parted, just a hair, giving way to his sensual caress. There was a hint of heady wine mingled with something else which she was quickly coming to associate purely with him; dark and rich and smooth like expensive chocolate, and a quiet burn started to unfurl in her.

It tingled, it was as if all the nerves in her body had migrated to her mouth at that moment, and she could not help but quiver at the overwhelming sensations that promptly assailed her. She had not known that she could be so sensitive, that a simple kiss could be so all consuming, so tender. She was frozen in place, eyes still closed, her breath caught in her throat, captivated. He started to pull back, but she made a sound of protest deep in her throat, wanting more of him. Her hands came up to the jacket of his suit, clinging, silently beseeching for him to stay.

Kiss Haru more. Please.

A soft chuckle escaped him, low and husky.

"…So exquisite," he murmured, almost in wonder. "What even are you made of, little one?"

She really had no idea what he was talking about, she thought dazedly. Her cheeks were flushed, and it was getting harder to think, let alone attempt speech. And then, he was kissing her again, a more deliberate, intent pressure of his mouth against hers, his tongue coming out to slowly trace the seam of her lips, as if desiring to get at more of her subtle sweetness. She emitted a muffled squeak of surprise, her breath stalling in her chest, starting to feel very faint. She was trembling even more like a captured doe against him, and he only had to pull back slightly to look at her to know that she was starting to become overwhelmed by his attention.

He smiled wryly, and instead of frustration, he was more charmed by her guileless demeanor, a curiously languid feeling like affection spreading across his chest, just for her. Desire was still slow to recede from his Haru-intoxicated senses, but he would check his urges for her. "…Too fast, huh?"

She blushed harder. "H-Haru is sorry, desu…"

"Don't be. I'll follow wherever you lead." His hand was gently stroking her cheek once more, and there was a fondness in his regard that made her feel all warm and fuzzy all over. She nibbled on her lip, flustered, and could immediately taste him lingering on her reddened mouth. Her only thought thereafter was that she still wanted more of him. Oh gods. She was shameless. She was so greedy. But he was something she could grow addicted to…so tantalizing…

She ended up blurting out her question unthinkingly before she could even pause to ruminate on the wisdom of her impulsiveness.

"Hahi…can Harudo the kissing, instead?"

His eyes darkened a shade more, and he did not speak, merely nodded.

His hand fell away from her face, dropping to her hips, sleek, muscular arm loosely encircling her middle, not to trap her against him, but simply to hold her close. His fingers idly stroked the side of her slender waist through the satin material of her dress, patiently waiting to see what she would do next. She was not protesting his casually demonstrative action, and seemed rather content to remain where she was. Truth to be told, Haru was preoccupied contemplating her current circumstances. She had just asked to kiss him, and he had agreed so readily that it made her head spin. Hahi, why did she have to open her big mouth? Now what, desu? K-K-Kissing Dino-nii?! How, desu?!

She already knew that mouth-to-mouth was still too much for her; the mere thought of his lips against hers made her heart feel like it was about to leap out of her chest – was it possible to pass out from a kiss? She felt like she could be the first ever victim of such an incident if she went that route… She watched him surreptitiously, hesitating, and then, her eyes caught on his neck – or more precisely, that familiar flicker of fiery blue flame that licked at the side of his throat, almost completely hidden by the collar of his suit jacket and dress shirt.

It was his tattoo, or rather, a part of the series of tattoos that adorned his neck, the entirety of his left arm and even down the side of his torso. Sometimes, she wondered just how far his ink went, but could never quite complete the rest of her unravelling thoughts without turning red in the face, utterly defeated by her own embarrassment. She had always been curious, but it wasn't exactly an appropriate sort of wonder to indulge in even given the nature of their relationship, but right now…

He did agreed to let her kiss him, after all.

She carefully reached out for him, fingers curling around the knot of his tie, gently tugging and loosening the silk cloth, nimble digits undoing the button of his shirt collar, determined to commit to her decision before she got cold feet. She situated herself even closer to his side, soft hands and slender, feminine fingers tracing the warm skin which she had just uncovered, dew drop eyes bright with intent fascination, and then her head lowered to his bared throat, and unhesitatingly, she brushed a soft, butterfly kiss there, right against his Adam's apple.

He stilled.

She pressed into the side of his neck, warm and cuddly as a kitten. Yes, this was her best idea ever. He smelled so, so so nice, masculine and mysterious and spicy, and she happily trailed kisses everywhere her lips could reach, freely, generously, affectionate in that irresistibly charming, earnest way of hers, and he was starting to think that he would be very happy to drown in her kisses. Then, that soft, sweet mouth of hers found his ink, and she might as well had flipped him on his head, with the way her movements slowed, became more concentrated, more deliberate. There was an unconscious, unlearned sensuality in the way her lips caressed his tattoo, parting, her little pink tongue darting out and tracing the line of the blue fire, then the stylized black skull entombed within the azure inferno-

His hand molded against the curve of her waist, arm tightening, pulling her closer, until she was almost on top of his lap. She emitted a soft, startled sound of exhalation, but did not stop what she was doing. Her hands found purchase on his broad shoulders, steadying herself, and he groaned when she sealed her mouth over his flesh and started to softly suckle.

She stopped abruptly then, lifting her head from the rather pleasurable act, peering concernedly at his face. All he could think of at that moment was that tender, reddened mouth of hers, and how much he wanted to kiss the ever living daylight out of her.

"Hahi…did Haru hurt Dino-nii…?"

"No. No." His voice was a bit roughened, unsteady. It had been more than a decade since he was last a teenager, but she seemed to possess the ability to turn him into one easily, hormonal and lustful. They were even essentially behaving like teenagers right now, he thought with chagrin, necking in the backseat of a car and all that. He shook his head once to clear his muddled thoughts. She was incredibly heady and addictive, he mused with chagrin, and he flashed her a barely perceptible smile. It was almost enough to conceal the lupine hunger glittering in his eyes.

"You're not hurting me…well, not the way which I'm unwilling to bear, anyway."

It appeared to be the wrong thing to say, for she grew more alarmed.

"Hahi! So Haru did hurt Dino-nii, desu!"

She started to pull away, but he quickly ducked in and caught her mouth with his instead. It was a quick kiss, his lips lingering deliberately, almost possessively, over her puffy, rosy ones, and he could not resist running his tongue against that sleek, petal soft flesh of hers, craving for her taste.

"!"

A muffled exclamation exploded from her, and he pulled back in time before she could turn stiff as a board. She looked endearingly dazed though, which only made him want to kiss her even more. His wife was a cruel being after all, he thought with rueful amusement.

"You're such a confusing, torturous creature," he told her in that low, silken timbre which she had never heard coming from him before, but which made her shiver with growing, instinctive awareness, all the same. He took advantage of her momentary disconcertment to lean in and gently nuzzle the side of her neck, silently coaxing her to fall the rest of the way into his embrace. She shuddered faintly, his warm breath tickling her skin as he continued to murmur.

"…Bewilder and torment me more."

He really made no sense to her, she thought hazily. But then he started to kiss her neck as well, with the same softness and measured deliberation as she had done to him earlier, and she completely lost the ability to think straight. Slowly, she was beginning to understand what he meant by torture.

His lips, his scent, his taste, his heat, they enveloped her like a warm, fuzzy blanket, a soft cocoon. She had never known that kissing could be such sweet, sweet agony. She whimpered, coming gently undone beneath his tender ministration.

He had to stop eventually, though, even when she was making it very, very hard for him to do so. She was somehow on his lap by then, so pliant and willing, breathing shakily, looking like she would probably not protest too much even if he were to push her for more than what she was ready to give. But Dino also knew that she would regret it if this was the circumstances in which they consummated their marriage…

So he drew back, and reluctantly dragged his mouth from her soft, sweet smelling skin. She looked at him hazily, not comprehending the reason for his restraint. He sighed and explained.

"…If we continue, I won't just stop at kissing tonight, do you understand, Jo-chan?"

It took two seconds before his words sunk in, and she turned red. This time, he did not stop her as she eep-ed and hurriedly slipped off him, scooching back quickly to the furthest end of the seat.

"Hahi! Haru is sorry! Haru did not mean to seduce Dino-nii!" Her apology was frantic and heartfelt as usual, and he did not know whether to laugh or to cry at this surreal moment, where his wife was apologizing for accidentally beguiling him with her charms. And she was really a lot more charming than he had given her credit for. "Dino-nii is too good at kissing, desu! Haru was overcome!"

Okay. This seemed like something worth pursuing.

"So you liked my kisses, then?" he asked, looking way too interested for her peace of mind.

She had trouble maintaining eye contact with him, but she nodded, honest to the core as usual.

"Y-Yes, desu." As if he did not know! He had just effectively reduced her into a Haru-shaped puddle just moments ago! With nothing but that magic mouth of his!

The blond looked very pleased by her admission.

"I like kissing you very much as well. I expect to be kissing you more often from now onwards."

What. What?

"Heh?!" She looked at him in a very gobsmacked manner. "What if Haru accidentally seduces Dino-nii again?!"

Despite the oddball status of their current relationship, the urge to laugh was growing again – she was really, really endearing like this.

"I don't mind," he told her with a megawatt, charming smile that seemed to rattle her even further. Flustering her was very quickly becoming a favorite pastime of his, he thought. What had he even been doing with himself before she came into his life? "I suppose I'll just have to keep diligently kissing you until the day you're finally willing to seduce me on purpose."

Was he making fun of her? He was definitely making fun of her! She just looked at him, wondering what sort of chaos she had just unleashed for herself.

"That's not fair, desu!" she spluttered. "It feels more like Haru is the one who is being seduced!"

This time, his smile was just so impishly wicked that she could feel her heartbeat escalate, simply by looking at him.

"That's part of the plan, yes."

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Questions That I Would Like To Answer Before You Ask:

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Special shout out to HappyFace1886, whom I'm really grateful to for continuously fanning my love for KHR and this adorable crackship. I hope this brightened up your week, my friend! Just as your messages always brighten up mine! :)

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FYI, in this chapter, TYL!Dino is thirty-three, and TYL!Haru is twenty-five.

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The Alesci Famiglia as well as all of its assorted members, are all non-canon and figments of my imagination. I will probably have more non-canon Famiglias popping up every now and then in this series (if I'm still continuing) because I enjoy that kind of thing and also quite like messing with the series that way.

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