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AN: I'm so, so sorry that this is so late! I struggled with this chapter for a long time tbh :/ And eventually, I somehow managed to reach 1000+? And I struggled with this chapter even more, trying to make it longer omg. More notes on the bottom! I love you guys tho ; u ; I am so, so honored and I cant even believe?

I still don't like this, and this is kinda awk since I haven't written anything in a while. There were so many versions of this ugh. Sorry if its a bit off. Hopefully I can get used to writing again. Hope you like it though? Im sorry its so short. Its been too long and I need to just post this otl

Warnings: language haha. and awk humor

Chapter 14
It gets worse. Tsuna wants to cry.

"This was a terrible idea," said Tsuna.

No one responded.

The brunet groaned, pulling at his hair as he stood over the strange boy on his bed. He picked them up. He was the one who picked them up! Tsuna was so, so dead.

Tsuna wasn't stupid, he caught on to the pattern (which was suspicious in itself as it seemed to be trying it's best to ruin his life) and he knew for sure that these boys would stay. He had been gone for one day— one single day and he had somehow managed to stumble into trouble headfirst. The brunet emitted a dying whale noise before falling into a crouch.

What was he going to do? He had to return to Japan. What then? These boys seemed to be in some sort of trouble. Would he be allowed to take them to Japan?

Tsuna glanced at the dark haired boy; Nana had wiped their faces and patched them up, and beneath the bandages, he looked so… fragile. (They were homeless right? One of the boys had stitches around one eye… Tsuna didn't even want to know what had caused that.)

Curse his bleeding heart!

"Tsu-kun?" Nana poked her head into the room, smiling when she spotted her son crouched near the floor. "Time to eat," she chirped. "I also prepared some food for your friends; do you want to wake them up?"

Tsuna blinked, glancing at the boys before shaking his head. "Maybe later, they look like they need to sleep a little more." An understatement, he thought rather wryly. They needed to sleep a lot more, preferably with an IV attached to their arms and in a hospital bed.

Nana hummed agreeably. "I'll just cover it then, they can eat when they wake up!"

And that was that.

Tsuna was the unluckiest person on Earth, and no he was not exaggerating. Okay, maybe it was just the hysteria talking but-

Tsuna sucked in a large breath before holding it as he tried to tiptoe across the carpeted floor. So maybe he wasn't the most unlucky, but he was sure the Gods worked everything out in a way just to spite him.

He stiffened as a familiar laugh drifted into the air once more –and for a terrifying moment, Tsuna thought that the laugh was directed at him- before a pleasant chuckle soon followed. The brunet could hear snippets and parts of their conversation, and realization struck. Oh, Tsuna thought dimly. He was talking to Tsuna's mother. Bel was talking to Tsuna's mother.

Tsuna didn't know who he was more worried about- his mother and her habit of blabbing out incredibly embarrassing secrets, or Bel- who supposedly killed people for a living.

…Did he just compare the act of telling embarrassing stories and murdering others on equal grounds?

.

.

It was clear that his friends were a terrible, terrible influence, or maybe his priorities had always been a mess?

"…lovely! I'm sure… Tsuna.."

Tsuna snapped out of his hysteria as the voices neared. He turned and did the only reasonable thing he could.

He fled to his room.

.

The boy with the weird eye was in the midst of climbing out the window when Tsuna entered the room.

"…" said Tsuna, and everything seemed to freeze— including the boy with the weird eye, who still had one leg thrown over the ledge.

For a moment, Tsuna considered his next move. Follow the older boy's plan to jump out the window (a dangerous yet more agreeable plan by the second), or wait for Bel to inevitably catch up and slaughter him?

Unfortunately, Bel chose that exact moment of indecision to throw the bedroom door open—

"Ushishi, the Prince has come to visit the peasant—"

To Tsuna's complete confusion, the boy with the weird eye also chose at that moment to lunge at the blonde maniac.

Extra: Mukuro POV
aka angsting clothes thief

He felt something wet sweep across his arm as he woke.

"So much blood..." An unfamiliar voice reached his ears, and Mukuro forced himself to stay still and relaxed. No need to let the stranger (enemy?) realize that he was awake after all.

(Years of the Mafia had taught him this-)

(-forget the Mafia, Mafia was scum; he was no longer in the Mafia. No, he never was in it in the first place. He had been a mere test subject, a weak tool.

Disposable.)

He allowed one of his fingers to twitch as he felt the cloth beneath him. He was laying on something soft and comfortable, a bed? His clothes were still on, his weapons still hidden and tucked away. No obvious signs of being drugged. The situation (whether dangerous or not) had him at a disadvantage as he was lying down, but he was certain he would be able to summon his trident and stab the stranger though a vital point if necessary. But where was he anyways? To his confusion, he could only recall foreign babble and bright eyes. He had escaped the Estraeno, they were out but were almost caught and then-

Right. The boy. He must have been temporarily insane when he had willingly gone with the brunet. And had he so foolishly fallen? Another mistake in the already growing pile. Perhaps the stress was getting to him. The wiping slowed down and came to a stop, and Mukuro felt the bed shift as a weight was lifted off it. The sound of feet brushing against carpet could be heard before the door swung open and shut with a click.

Mukuro held his breath, waiting a few seconds before cautiously opening his eyes. He stared blearily at a white ceiling before looking around. The room was small, but adequately furnished with a dresser, a desk, and a few chairs. A T.V. was on top of the desk. On the wall hung a large painting of the moon. There were two beds, one which he currently occupied, and the other one containing his tools.

Quietly, the blue haired boy slipped out of the bed and headed toward the windows. Outside the glass was a darkening sky. Just how long had he been out? It was a miracle that they hadn't been caught yet. Mukuro glanced at his two unconscious tools, debating on whether he should wake them or not before deciding not to. It was too risky after all. It was quite a shame, but he would have to leave them. He glanced at his attire before grimacing. He needed to change; wearing these rags was going to bring even more suspicion. (Not to mention the fact that it was what he wore as an experiment.)

He slid across the carpeted floor towards the dressers and slowly pulled them open. T-shirts, sweaters and pants were arranged and folded neatly inside, and Mukuro snorts because the boy had awful taste in clothing. But it would have to do for now. Plucking one of the larger sweaters and pants, he quickly stripped his dirty clothing and yanked the sweater over his head as he kept an ear out for any approaching footsteps. He then yanked up the pants with a scowl; they were a bit too small.

Running a hand through his matted hair, he approached the window once more with gleaming eyes. With deft fingers, he quickly pulled the windows open before calculating his drop. Three floors...

That shouldn't be too hard.

Bonus: Bel

The blonde hummed to himself, his smile stretching by the second. The fluffy peasant was coming~

He twirled the knives in his hand before nonchalantly throwing them at his targets. Gleaming silver flashed through the air, and accurately hit each mark. All three of them. Blood splattered, and while Bel would usually toy with his prey some more, he had much more important matters to attend to.

With a tug, his knives returned to him.

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"And where exactly do you think you're going, brat?"

Bel paused, a pout beginning to form on his features. Drat, caught already. Nevertheless, the blonde turned around with a confident smirk. "I'm going to see shrimpy."

Grey eyes narrowed at him, and Squalo crossed his arms with a scoff. "I don't think so, not after that shitty showing the other day. It's time to train."

Bel made a face.

"I'm going to stab shrimpy," he vowed as Squalo dragged him away by his collar.

"Voooiii— not happenin' brat. No stabbing civilians. No breaking civilian windows or doors. No property damage. That shit is annoying to deal with."

"…I'm going to stab you."

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Bel felt like shit afterwards. He noted to himself that one day, he would kill the stupid shark captain. Preferably in the most painful way possible.

(He ended up visiting the shrimp by actually knocking on the door. It was not because he didn't try other methods however. Unfortunately, the Vongola owned hotel was quite bullet proof and more than a bit protected.)

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