When he reached the training room, he wasn't met with the sight of Azami systematically destroying training dummies, though the multiple piles of burnt wood and ashes lead him to believe that she had unleashed her temper before he got there.

Instead, she was sat cross legged on the ground in the middle of the destruction she had caused in her fury, her eyes closed in meditation.

It said something about their friendship, Uroko-jū mused, that she didn't attack him out right as soon as he entered her personal space, and by that, he meant he was close enough for her to hit him if she wished.

Hazy eyes opened slowly before blinking rabidly.

"What did you see?" He asked, taking a seat opposite her.

"Nothing... it was all hazy." She muttered, shaking her head in annoyance.

"...That's bad, isn't it?" He finally said, trying to think of any other time that her ability had failed to give a clear answer.

"Not necessarily..." Azami began slowly.

"Well what does it mean then?" Uroko-jū snapped, annoyed with how they were getting nowhere quickly.

She shrugged "It could mean many things, yet at the same time, it could mean nothing." She stated neutrally.

"Basically, you are as clueless as I am."

"Humph, whatever you say." She muttered, choosing not to let him know that she had a vague idea of what was awaiting them.

'It would break him, and he is one of the few demons I trust wholeheartedly.'

The pair sat in silence, each with their own thoughts, until Uroko-jū opened his big mouth.

"So how are things with the marshmallow brat?" He asked nonchalantly.

Azami tensed slightly "Fine." She answered warily.

He hummed in disbelief, and if he could raise an patronizing eyebrow then she knew he would have "Things seem more then fine, you're spending a lot of time with him, one could almost say you were needy."

She bristled, eye twitching in renewed annoyance "I don't 'need' him, not in the way he seems to need me." She retorted, done with the conversation.

"But you want him, that isn't going to change." Uroko-jū replied quietly before standing up and starting to walk out of the room, for once taking the hint that she wanted him leave that topic alone.

Azami glared at his back "Just because you fell in love with someone doesn't mean I will." She muttered, knowing full well he could hear her.

He stilled "Maybe not,but you care for him, you allowed him to kiss you without losing his life, when I met you today you smelled of him," he paused "You might not love him yet, but you are attracted to him." He concluded, finally leaving.

She watched him go in silence, her lips pursed pensively.

'Byakuran is interesting, that is as far as my attraction to him goes' she ran a hand through her hair in frustration 'Oh, why am I even trying, I feel something for him, something I haven't felt for anyone else.'

She shook her head in irritation "Why am I thinking so much on this, there is more important things to be taken care of, my feelings for an ex-megalomaniac can wait." She told herself.

One week.

That was how long it had taken Midori and Ki to wake up from their comas.

During that time, several more familigias had been attacked and destroyed, things were starting to get to the point where the Vongola would start to act.

As they were the only ones left alive, and the only ones Taiyō had access to without having to deal with the risk of being discovered, their survival had been the Hantei's highest priority.

"From what Midori was able to tell us, the attackers all appear to be yokai, all of the ones she caught sight of looked to be inu yokai with a few wolf yokai scattered amongst them, she also reported that she heard one of them say that someone called Shirubādoggu would not be happy, that is most likely a title however."

"Thank you Taiyō, you may go."

"Goodnight, Azami-sama." The moth yokai nodded politely before turning on his heel and walking out the door.

Azami watched him go, Fukushū sat with her.

"We wait until the Vongola acts." She informed the panther yokai.

He tilted his head, as if asking 'why?'

"Because if there's one thing I've come to learn about that familigia, it's that no matter what, its usually at the heart of the problem, trying to solve it."

"Pup, wake up."

"What is it, Chūsei-nee?"

"Something's happening, your oaf of a brother has begun to plot his assault on the Vongola."

"He will lose."

"I know, I'll be by later with some water, keep your head down and stay quiet."

"Thank you."

She listened as the clipped precise footsteps faded away before letting out the sob she had been holding back.

Death, pain, suffering, that was all that awaited them at the end of the road.

Oh, why couldn't her brother see it?

'Has he really become so full of hubris that he can't see what's right in front of him?...yes. Yes, he has' she thought bitterly, lamenting over the fate of her entire family.

Everyone would be killed, from the oldest to the youngest, and Shirubādoggu's death would be the most bloodthirsty of them all.

"Chūsei, I'm sorry for what is to come." She mumbled, before turning over on her side and closing her eyes.

So, its been longer that I was expecting, but whatever.

(I apologise for any spelling mistakes, I had to type this up on a Kindle)

I have ideas for what could happen in the daily life arc but nothing concrete.

Same with future arcs.

I'm going to try and get a new story out soon, so yeah.

Oh, I didn't say it in the last chapter, but thanks to all the people that followed and added this to their favorite's, so many people did it in such a short time, I was surprised and grateful.

So yeah, thank you, you guys rock.

Any who, ideas are appreciated as well as thoughts.

See ya