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Seconds after the news regarding someone called 'Ranking Prince Fuuta' was announced by the guy named Ivan, six people face-palmed simultaneously. The synchronization in which they did the act was certainly a bit startling, but the fact that Hibari Kyoya had face-palmed definitely took the cake.

"That guy," Lal declared, sending the man in question—Ivan—a pitying look, "has a death wish. Or he is stupid. Really, really stupid."

There may have been people pointing their guns at them, but Arashi heard the woman's declaration perfectly through the haze of fear, his eyes fixed on the ground. If he weren't busy freaking out over the number of near-death situations life had hurled towards him over the past two days, he would have asked the woman what she had meant. But, then again, seeing how pathetically his teeth were chattering at this exact moment, he doubted he would have been able to form a coherent sentence.

As it turned out, he wouldn't have needed to ask, not really; especially not when a voice, cold and calculating and downright dangerous, broke through his hazy thoughts. His mind was unable to comprehend the words the voice was saying, too busy trying not to feel the absolute fear that raced down his spine. He vaguely heard Ivan saying something and then—

"I am the Decimo."

Arashi's head snapped forwards, and he watched, wide eyed, as Sawada Tsunayoshi lunged forward and slammed his knee into the man nearest to the short male. Precariously using the man's body for balance, he pushed his own body forward, straightened his palm, and hit the base of the man's neck swiftly. The man gave a choked sound and fell face first to the ground.

The sudden comeback by the weak looking male may have been more than just a bit surprising, but the fact that their captors were experts in the art of killing was still there. The prompt silence was immediately followed hustle and bustle, of guns swiftly being aimed at Tsuna. By the look the brunette was giving, it was obvious that the male hardly acknowledged the weapons or the men as worthy opponents. Arashi heard the familiar sound of guns propelling their respective bullets forward, and shut his eyes, not willing to see Tsuna's form being riddled with holes.

He may have hated Tsuna, but that didn't necessarily mean that he wanted to see him being shot down. That didn't mean he wanted to see anyone being shot down, actually.

Gasps erupted. Reflexively, Arashi's eyes snapped open.

And he gaped. Because, seriously, apart from whimpering in fear, there was nothing else he could do.

Tsuna looked like a savage, a bloodthirsty hound. His face may have been calm and perfectly stoic, but the look in his eyes was terrifying. Arashi had to remind himself how to breathe as the teen swiftly weaved through the bullets raining down on him, his movements prim, laconic yet graceful. Tsuna easily took down two men bigger and larger than him, swiftly cutting through the hail of bullets as if they were toys.

"If you take a single step forward!" a man screamed, his voice colored with panic at the sight of six of his comrades being taken down by a scrawny boy, "I am shooting the hostages!"

The threat made Tsuna pause for a nanosecond and Arashi's eyes clashed with orange; Arashi could feel his palms becoming clammier. His eyes widened in shock when something orange—fire, he knew it was fire—obscured his view of the scene; he could feel his skin bristling, and, shit, he did not want to be burned to death—

The fire circled him—no, it circled the students, too, forming a protective, deep orange dome.

"They'll be fine!" Lal exclaimed, evidently talking to Tsuna, "You just concentrate!"

Tsuna nodded mutely, his eyes travelling to Lal almost brusquely. And then he continued with beating the living shit out of twenty or so men, clearly looking as if he was used to such a routine.

"Shit!" the man who had threatened to shoot at them cursed. Bullets were sent toward the protective dome, but they simply bounced off.

Lal gave the man an annoyed glance, "That's not going to work, you imbecile. Stop wasting bullets. And you guys!" she barked, addressing the students who were staring at Tsuna forming an impossible flip mid-air, effectively slamming his elbow on a man's head and pushing said man forward so that he was lying on the ground like fifteen of his comrades, unconscious, "Stand up, don't gape like idiots. You are safe."

Lal wasn't lying. They were safe; the bullets the enemies were aiming at them had ceased. They were being fired at Tsuna, instead.

Arashi gulped a little. His throat was dry. His eyes flew towards Gokudera, Yamamoto and Ryohei, the three people who never hesitated to be overprotective of Tsuna. Normally they would have run forward to help the brunette, but this time they were simply…waiting. Watching. Their forms tensed. As if they were used to Tsuna fighting and winning. His eyes travelled to Chrome, who, despite the worry shining brightly in her eyes, was staying back. He looked at Hibari Kyoya next and forgot how to breathe.

Hibari was interested. He wasn't rushing forward to bite the 'herbivores' to death like he was supposed to; instead, he looked intrigued. That particular feeling was not directed towards the fight in general, but towards Tsuna. There was this predatory gleam in the other's eyes, the look Hibari sometimes got whenever Dino-sensei was in his vicinity; except, this look of intrigue was hundred times more.

Arashi swallowed again. The state of his throat had become worse.

The world is ending. I know it is.

"Wait!" Tsuna's voice, calm and collected but just a little bit panicked, broke through, "Ivan, where are you going?!"

Arashi's eyes snapped towards the exit if the gallery. Ivan was surrounded by five of his bodyguards, and he was being hustled out. The brunette's declaration hardly stopped the man as he darted out. Tsuna clicked his tongue at the three men imitating obstacles, close enough allow the bullets drill through his body. Tsuna jumped back to not be within their range, but they were fast enough to come close to him again.

The men Tsuna had made unconscious were stirring awake again, and the brunette looked absolutely pissed.

"I don't have time for this, goddammit!" Tsuna cursed loudly.

"Neither is he using half of his full strength nor his Flames…" Lal murmured under his breath, glancing at the students behind her, "I hardly think that this is the time to worry about them."

"Tsuna!" Yamamoto's voice rang out clearly, "We'll take care of this! Worry about getting Fuuta!"

Tsuna managed to knock down two of the three men, only to have someone shoot at him from behind. The bullet grazed his arm, but he did not even flinch, swiveling around gracefully, darting swiftly towards the proponent of the bullet. He promptly dismantled the gun, and slammed his knuckles against the man's temple with a deceptively simple right hook.

"Are you sure?" Tsuna asked, ducking down to escape a swipe to his head, pushing his fist into the enemy's gut.

"Of course we are sure, Tenth!" Gokudera exclaimed.

"But—"

"Omnivore, you will be getting me out of here, you understand? I absolutely refuse to crowd with these pathetic herbivores, and since those herbivore tried to harm the students of Namimori, I will be biting them to death," Hibari declared coldly, eyes shining with the need to murder.

Arashi gaped. Okay. Omnivore. Arashi wasn't stupid so he had a pretty good idea who exactly the 'omnivore' was and what the fuck?!

"Hibari-sa—"

Hibari swiped his tonfas out and struck the orange dome. A dull thud resounded, but nothing happened; Hibari continued striking it till Tsuna exclaimed in exasperation:

"Okay, okay!"

And then suddenly Tsuna was in front of them, his speed inhumane; Tsuna's finger tapped the dome, and it crumbled away—Arashi felt absurdly cold suddenly, and when he looked at the students around him, he realized that they felt the same.

"Go after that bastard Ivan, Tenth," Gokudera said, and there was this sadistic smile on his face, "We'll handle things here."

"Are you sure—"

"Of course they are, Sawada," Lal broke in, rolling her eyes as she disinterestedly watched Hibari's tonfas working with gusto, Ryohei striking down the enemies near him easily and Chrome's illusions working swiftly and silently. A deceptively happy Yamamoto joined the trio, while Gokudera nodded at Tsuna in a manner of reassuring him before joining the fray, dynamites flying everywhere.

The way they had just jumped into battle made Arashi wonder if they were actually sane. He was sure that everybody and anybody who knew them was convinced that they were not.

Tsuna's worried gaze flickered to them briefly, making Lal hit him on the head.

"Sheesh, Sawada, as much as your mother-henning is endearing, trust your Guardians, will you?"

Tsuna nodded briefly, whispering, "Take care of the students, Lal. Thank you."

And then he was gone, out through the door, evading the people trying to swipe at him. The ones which tried to follow him were blasted off to kingdom come by red, blue, yellow, purple and indigo fires.

They watched the battle, wide eyed and horror stricken; for some reason, though, the amount of intimidation the five were exuding together was lower than the amount of intimidation Tsuna exuded. Lal, on the other hand, looked absolutely relaxed, as if she was on vacation, leaning blissfully against the wall, eyes watching the bloody battle in front of them calmly.

"Um…"Arashi tried speaking, embarrassed to find his voice hoarse even though he hadn't been screaming, "When you said Guardians…" his eyes flickered to Hibari, hoping that he was wrong, "…do you also mean Hibari-san?"

This question led to everybody staring at him and Lal, mouths falling down when Lal smirked.

"Well, of course," she said airily.

Students gaped at her for a few minutes, the shock too much for them to handle. And then they chorused:

"YOU ARE FUCKING SHITTING ME!"

A few minutes after Tsuna had slipped his gloves on and had began flying, he found Alessandro waving at him from the ground. Seeing the man made a part of Tsuna want to kill him, but he refrained, wanting to ignore the Italian when said Italian started calling out to him:

"Tsuna! I've something important to tell you!"

Tsuna almost considered ignoring him, but his Intuition safely guided him towards Alessandro. He dropped to the ground, the surface under him crackling under the sudden pressure from Tsuna's landing. He stared coldly at Alessandro, watching with immense sadistic satisfaction when the man flinched violently.

"What," Tsuna said slowly, accentuating each word deeply to show just how pissed he was, "do you want, Alessandro?"

"My Famiglia is planning to—"

"Yes, I am aware of that. You were the one who told them, weren't you? I am busy, currently, thanks to the fact that your Famiglia has harmed my family. Now, if you don't want to die, please let me go because otherwise I am not really sure what I might end up doing. Goodbye," Tsuna's feet left the ground, but Alessandro's fingers wrapped around Tsuna's wrist desperately.

"I didn't tell them!"

Tsuna gave him a blank look.

"I swear! It wasn't me! There must have been another spy or something…"

Tsuna stared at the man for a few seconds, his Intuition not ringing to indicate that the man was not lying. He nodded and Alessandro blinked, but sighed in relief.

"Thank you," he murmured, and shook his head to compose himself, "I know where my Bo—where Ivan is. There is a temporary headquarter of the Marcini Famiglia nearby—I can lead you there."

Again, Tsuna's Intuition did not ring. Given Ivan's connections, Tsuna would have asked the man why he was helping him, but he did not want to waste time since Fuuta's life was in danger. He allowed the Italian to lean against him, and took off to the sky wordlessly. Ivan yelped in surprise, turning an unhealthy shade of green as he stared at the ground that became further with every breath he took.

"I'll not drop you," Tsuna promised, "Relax. Now, please, tell me the location."

Alessandro relaxed and told him.

"What's happening?!"

"Our men are being taken down!"

"What do you mean 'taken down'?!There's only one enemy!"

"I know that, but he's strong, and—shit!"

"Did he just—? Did he just destroy the entire west wing?!"

"Fucking hell—goddamnit! Protect the Boss!"

Screams erupted, familiar sounds of bullets ripping through the air whistled and the distinct smell of things burning permeated. The enemy watched a scrawny boy, far too short to look even a bit intimidating, darting through and wordlessly dismantling guns; his movements were skilled and laconic, that of a skilled killer. Despite that, it was obvious to anyone that this boy—and they were sure that this was a boy, and if that didn't do anything to hurt their pride, they did not know what did—had not come here to kill his enemies.

Needless to say, being Mafiosi, it was more than a bit insulting.

His movements were like a butterfly's, in a way, never staying in one place, his soul seeming to be driven by a single-minded desire and need.

"How the fuck did he get in?! How did he even find this place?!"

"That bastard, Alessandro! I saw him!"

"What!"

"Does he have no shame?! After all that Boss did for him—"

"Boss will kill him, I can assure you of that!"

"Woah! The Tenth is so awesome!" Gokudera exclaimed exuberantly, looking positively like a five year old high on coffee and sugar. Emerald eyes were fixed intensely on the screen fixed in front of them, and the smile on his face was that of a fangirl's.

On Gokudera's left hand side, Yamamoto was sitting, warm hazel eyes fixed, unsurprisingly, on the screen in front. Ryohei, who had taken a liking to exclaim how 'EXTREME!' the person on the screen was, was sitting beside Yamamoto. Beside the boxer was Chrome, silent but smiling, watching with respect and something akin to admiration as a figure darted about in the screen and, in a flurry of precise movements, very calmly knocked down and defeated who, the students of Namimori had figured, were enemies. Lal Mirch had taken a seat beside Chrome.

Hibari Kyoya was staring at the screen, too, his usually stoic face unable to hide the fascination everybody was sure he was feeling.

And in between the first five was a bucket of popcorn which said five were eating as if they had come to watch a movie, as if there literally was not Tsuna out there beating the crap out of people, as if this whole thing was normal.

"Tsuna went to defeat these guys," Yamamoto mused, "I actually feel sorry for them."

"…Do you think that I should extremely heal them? Yamamoto's right, I do feel sorry for them," Ryohei said pensively, burying his fingers into the bucket of popcorn.

"Pshhh, yeah right," Gokudera snorted, trying to steal the bucket from the boxer's grasp, "And give me that, you idiot. I'm craving a cig, but you guys are watching me like goddamn hawks. And, no, you should not heal them. They deserve it."

"Boss' family shouldn't be touched," Chrome agreed, not at all perturbed when someone in the screen screamed in fear and promptly had his arm broken, "You know how he gets when that happens, Sasagawa-san."

The students of Namimori flinched and looked definitely sick when the sound of bones breaking filtered through the recording.

"The sound quality is good," Yamamoto said, glancing at Lal, "This is live, right?"

"This is live," Lal confirmed, "Our technicians hacked into their surveillance system, and here it is. Pass me the popcorn, Dokuro."

Chrome did as requested as she popped popcorn into her mouth, "I want to go there, too. In fact, I'd love to," she murmured, smiling sweetly. The aura around her changed drastically, and the students shivered in terror. After all, it was a known fact that Chrome had, thanks to visiting I-Pin and Lambo on a regular basis, become very protective of Fuuta.

"Chrome, popcorn. Ah, thanks. Ouch, that is got to hurt—"

"Sawada's extreme!"

"Well," Gokudera said, leaning back against the backrest of the sofa, "Serves them right for making Tenth angry."

Ivan watched calmly as the door burst open to reveal the Vongola Decimo. Above all, Ivan was the Boss so he was used to life threatening situations on a regular basis, which was why he chose to ignore the pure fear that had run through his veins three hours prior to his return to the Marcini Mansion. Also, since he was the Boss of a Mafia Famiglia, he did not even flinch when his men got into position and proceeded to trying to kill the scrawny little boy who called himself the Decimo.

His eyes widened, however, this time in fear, as his men's attacks hardly had any effect on the Decimo. It took the brunette barely ten minutes to have twenty five trained killers licking the ground, unconscious. The boy's eyes landed on the only person standing in the room, and this time Ivan flinched. He swallowed, trying to compose himself. The boy's bloody and tired state was encouraging Ivan, which was a plus, since when he had gotten to realize that all—by that he meant all—his men had been defeated by one, single enemy, his confidence had dwindled more than a bit.

The boy's breath was calm and controlled, but the look in his eyes wasn't. There was pure rage in them.

"Where's Fuuta?"

"That," Ivan said tauntingly, "is a secret."

"Okay, well, fuck you. I'll search for him myself," Tsuna declared, darted forward and swiftly froze Ivan. He paused and looked pensively at the Marcini Famiglia's head when the man started struggling, eyes wide in fear. After a split second decision, he only kept the man's head unfrozen.

"I'll give you to Hibari-san," Tsuna said happily, "His birthday is coming up soon."

The next day:

Tsuna woke up to find Fuuta snuggled next to him, his small body tucked comfortable against Tsuna's. He blinked at the ceiling, a vague memory of this room informing him that he was still in the Vongola Mansion in Morte Di Montagna. He decided to worry about how he had gotten to this room later, concentrating on, instead, Fuuta's presence by his side. He allowed himself to feel that the sleeping boy beside him was real, that Fuuta wasn't tied up and unconscious in the basement of the Marcini Famiglia.

He stroked the boy's hair and smiled to himself when Fuuta shifted slightly, murmuring something that sounded vaguely like 'Tsuna-nii'. Tsuna's eyes turned pensive for a fraction of a second, before he closed them and whispered softly into the boy's hair, "I'm really sorry for dragging you into this mess, Fuuta…"

"Tsuna?"

Tsuna's body shot up reflexively. Brown eyes moved towards the direction of the voice, lips tilting upwards to form another smile, "Alessandro," he greeted, "Good morning. Have you slept well?"

"Yes," he hesitated and the bowed down, "Thank you. I did not expect you to accept me into the Vongola so easily."

"There's no need to thank me," Tsuna said hastily, "Besides, I had just suggested it to them because I don't think it'll be a good idea to leave you alone. And you had helped me, which is why, I think, Gokudera-kun is not trying to kill you. I'm not sure what the Nono will say, but I will try to convince him. But if he doesn't…" Tsuna looked panicked now, "But don't worry. I will help."

"You've done enough already, Tsuna," Alessandro murmured, "I can't thank you enough."

Alessandro was being genuine which was why Tsuna couldn't help but feel awkward.

"What's the time?" Tsuna digressed, yawning.

"Five in the morning," Alessandro replied.

"I've slept for only two hours? Seriously?" Tsuna's voice dripped with incredulity, "You're kidding. No wonder I feel so sleepy."

"I'll stay," Alessandro announced immediately.

"You'll stay?"

"I'll stay," Alessandro confirmed eagerly, "Till you fall asleep."

"You're saying you'll watch me sleep."

"Yes."

"…okay. You don't have to."

"I want to," Alessandro looked suspiciously like a faithful puppy.

Needless to say, the sudden change in the Italian's behavior was a bit startling.

"No, really, Alessandro, you don't have to," Tsuna repeated, feeling a bit awkward.

"I want to," Alessandro repeated.

"…right. Okay."

Tsuna tried not to think too much about how the man's eyes brightened at Tsuna's words; he just hoped that he had not, somehow, gained another Gokudera.

His ever faithful Intuition happily told him that he had, indeed, gained another Gokudera.

"Five hundred Mafiosi of the Marcini Famiglia," Lal declared at breakfast, reading the front page of the newspaper out loud. The students of Namimori who had, after yesterday's incident, done everything to pretend that they were simply stuck in a dream, could obviously hear her speak, "were found yesterday by the Italian Police in their precinct, injured, unconscious, bound and gagged," she kept the newspaper down and murmured under her breath, not noticing the way the students faces had paled, "I seriously have no idea from where Sawada found so many ropes."

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