Hurrah! Thanks for all those who supported moi and for my beta too. xD

Sorry for the late update, I've been quite busy this week. Remember, this is RUSHED.

Already asked her to fix the mistakes from last time. I told her before not to change anything besides grammatical error and make it slightly better. Bahaha, I didn't notice I used the word 'said' too much. Meh.

Anyways, I tried to write this myself this time. But still got a little help from my beta-onee-san.

Another thing...I changed the summary because Flonne (my beta) told me I should describe the story more.

"Italian."

"Japanese."

"French."

'Telepathy'

"Highlights."

"Flashback."

Thoughts.

Black Resolution

Target 2: Secrets of the Night

Fantasy and Reality.

Up on a tree were the duo illusionists. They were currently spying on the heir of the Spada, on how he abused both his comrades and employees. Sickening, truly sickening. One of them thought.

The young indigo-haired illusionist gave a cruel chuckle and his eyes gleamed in the dark. He was going to have so much fun with their last hit! With his boss's freedom, he can finally attain what he sought for.

Of course it's much more enjoyable when I heard from Ken that boy's been hitting on my sister. A pure expression of mischievousness and excitement could be seen on his face as he imagined the torture he would put the poor heir through. It's not like I would feel guilty, kufufufu.

On his side was his most trusted apprentice, a teal-haired boy wearing a ridiculous apple hat. "Oi, Master. When are we going to get the party started?" His mentor spared him a glance. "Dear Fran, there is no need to rush. Do you not want to make this mission a 100% success?"

Fran frowned inwardly, though his lack of emotions didn't make any difference. "I told you already, my name's Francois. Only Queen can call me that, Master." He got a trident slammed to his head. "Ow, that hurts a lot."

Mukuro gained a tick mark on his forehead. "Who am I to you, little One?" The teal-haired apprentice snorted softly before looking away with a bored face. "The pineapple fairy who kidnapped me— ow, I told you it hurts." His mentor's tick mark grew. He asked once more, with a dark aura around his persona. "Let me ask you again, who am I to you?"

The boy sighed. "My mentor." The pineap— indigo-haired male grinned in approval. "And who are you to me?" Fran held his hands out in a surrender pose. "I'm the unlucky boy who was kidnapped from my grandma by a pineapple fairy pedophile—insert Mukuro's twitch here—and was forced to become said pedophile's student."

His companion held back a counter while his hands twitched like crazy. "Ku… kufufufu, close enough. The point is that I'm your superior and I can call you whatever I like." His student's face scrunched up, as if finding something nasty. "Do remember Master, Queen won't like it if he finds out you're bullying me. I wouldn't even think of what will be the consequences."

The older teen slightly shivered as amusement could be seen in his apprentice's eyes. "Hmph. You've won this round, but don't expect to win again." He averted his gaze and focused on the teen beyond the window. Suddenly, an explosion occured and the people inside panicked immediately. That's the signal. The illusionist kept in mind. As soon as he finished remembering the plan, he heard screams of terror. Oh? It seems that he's enjoying himself thoroughly. I couldn't blame him, though. This is the last mission, I can't wait for the results.

"Kufufufu, I believe it's time to make a move now." His apprentice nodded. "Understood, Master."

"Did you call Ken, Chikusa, and MM? Especially my dear Nagi?"

Fran rubbed his nose. "Already did the favor for you 'cause I know you're lazy— ouch."

Another stab to the head was given to him, courtesy of Mukuro. "You better hold back that sharp tongue of yours while we work, kufufufu."

The teal-haired teen nodded. "Told them to take the back entrance, Master."

"Good."

It was then they heard someone approach the grounds. Both caught sight of the spiky hair that one of them had— similar to his boss's hair except for the color. Oya, oya. I did not expect the Vongola to have arrived so quickly. It seems we were a little behind schedule.

The two exchanged a few words with each other before contemplating their next course of shared a knowing look with his companion and both nodded, headed towards their own destinations.

"We are the ones who should get inside before them, right?"

Mukuro scoffed. "What else?"

A certain teen was not happy.

Why?

Freaking explosions suddenly happened out of nowhere and nobody had any idea there were intruders in his mansion. Not only that, those Vongola are coming. That would be a low blow on his pride and his boss's reputation. Damn intruders don't know what they're up against. He stared at the three rings on his hand. A malicious grin crept up on his face. They will witness the rage and power of the Spada.

Oh well, his men will take care of it for him… hence the fact why he was alone in the room now. He'll be the trump card. Though in his case, he's just a bit scared of the sudden attack. He kept convincing himself. I'm not afraid, just here to deal the killing blow.

He heard screams from the outside. His eyes widened as his gaze was turned to the door— wait, where's the door? How can the door just disappear like that? The air felt cold and a creepy laugh echoed in the room. "Kufufufu…"

He perked up at this. "W-Who's there?"

"Oya, I expected to see Mochida-kun here—" His voice was filled with malice as he uttered the name of that arrogant bastard. "—not a simpleton like you." The teen frowned. "What do you mean by that? Don't you know who I am? I'm Mochida-sama's right-hand ma—"

"Of course, of course. What do you take me for, an idiot? Guido Greco, I presume." He raised an eyebrow at the spluttering face of the bastard's right-hand man. The teen, now known as Guido, had a full-blown blush on his face. "Watch your mouth, intruder. I know who you are! The stupid pineapple-shaped hair, the annoying laugh, and the aura of your presence that makes people want to puke… you are the infamous Mukuro Rokudo!" He haughtily pointed a finger at the illusionist. Said illusionist was uncontrollably twitching.

Fran waved a hand nonchalantly. "I told you so, Master. You are, and forever will be, a pineapple fairy." Mukuro's smile also twitched. "Kufufufu… so that's how it is. Then, be prepared for your worst nightmare." The kanji on his right eye transformed from '6' to '1'. He smirked at the dazed eyes of his victim. "We stand in awe before of those which can't be seen… and we respect those that can't be explained." He gave a sly smirk. "Ah, human nature. Such a silly little thing."

His companion snorted silently. "You should really stop the philosophical thing whenever you show them your power, Master." Fran's gaze was locked onto the Spada's form. "It's not like he would want to follow a pineapple fairy's advice." He got another stab to the head. "Ow…"

Guido stared dumbfoundedly at the darkness. Was this the stupendous power of the Six Paths of Reicarnation I've heard of? Wow. He could not do anything but stand there like a moron looking into nothingness. And that's when he heard the antagonizing screams. He jerked his head immediately. "What was that?"

"Guido..." Someone called out to him.

The right-hand man turned around. I thought I heard something from behind. It must be my imagination. He walked around in the so-called 'nothingness'. "Err… hello, anyone?" He then saw a small light from the horizon. Guido grinned. That must be the exit. You are a fool to think I will be swayed by your illusions, Rokudo. He ran towards the light. When he entered it, he was momentarily blinded by its brightness. He shut his eyes tightly and placed his arms in front of his face to shield himself.

As the light died down, Guido found himself in the middle of a blank space. There was nothing but the white sky and the colorless ground. He crouched and looked at the glossy surface of the floor. The man was frozen in place for what he saw.

Endless pools of blood were reflected and scattered limbs could be seen sinking down. His eyes widened when he saw a familiar teen trying to swim his way out of the pools. His boss, 'Mochida'. N-No, this… this isn't real! He snapped out of his stupor and tried to reach out to his superior. "M-Mochida-sama, hold on!" He kept banging the transparent floor.

Guido gasped in horror when 'Mochida' outstretched his hand in response. The hand went through the ground and materialized towards his right-hand man. Said subordinate was pulled into the reflection. "Don, you have to stop and get a hold of yourself!" He tried to push away his assailant but failed to do so. And so, he was now inside the image.

He himself was drowning in the sea of blood. "Ack…!" He spluttered and swam upwards. He could not move because of his so-called boss's death grip. A cynical smile was given to him. "Oh, Guido~!" He shivered at the bloodthirsty tone. 'Mochida' took out a knife and stabbed him repeatedly underwater (underblood). No matter how much he screamed, it didn't lessen the pain he went through.

Many things were sinking along with him. There was the carcass of his fellow comrades, their bodies were twisted in unimaginable ways. One of them was his twin brother. "Leo—!" He reached out a hand, only to be terrified. His brother's head suddenly dettached itself from the body and bit his finger. "Ah!" His brother's head maniacally laughed. "You'll be buried into the depths of Hell along with me, Guido!"

"Leo! Leonardo, what happened to you?" Guido's voice was a bit muffled and bubbly because of the blood. His brother's right eye became red, the same eye that Mukuro had. He gasped. "No, brother!" 'Mochida' yanked his head and pointed a dagger on his neck. His right eye was also like Mukuro's. M-Mochida-sama? His vision was getting blurry. Guido felt his neck slashed open. "Gaaahhh!"

Mukuro's laugh resounded in his ears. "Kufufufu, now you shall plunge into the depths of Hell, just like what your poor brother proclaimed." The sea of blood was replaced with a never-ending abyss of fire, he was burned slowly but surely by the flames. The voices he did not want to hear were plaguing him like a nightmare.

"Useless."

"Nuisance."

He clutched his head in agony. "No, you're wrong! I-I'm Mochida-sama's right-hand man! I'm better than any of you will ever be!"

"…Why brother, why? Why did you kill me, Guido?"

His eyes widened and they were plucked out of its sockets. "Aaaahhhh!" He shook his head frantically. "I didn't want to, Leo! It was Mochida-sama's order's!"

"Mochida, Mochida, Mochida. Is that all you're going to say? Pathetic. Such trash shall be disposed of." Chains wrapped around his body and he could not do anything but scream. The silhouette of his boss appeared. "Don! Please, help me!"

'Mochida' smirked. "Why should I? I don't want to waste my efforts on some nobody like you. Besides, who would want to have a weak right-hand man?" He walked away as Guido reached out to him. His vision was darkening. Mochida… sama… Leo…

Outside of the bloody scene, the indigo-haired illusionist cackled. He smirked at his handiwork. "It seems that our job here is done, little one." The duo undid the illusion in the room. Guido was in the middle, trembling uncontrollably.

As the two walked towards the door, a hand grabbed Mukuro's foot. "You…" A hoarse voice called. They turned around and saw the pitiful sight of the once proud right-hand man of the Spada heir. "Oh, you're still alive." Fran nonchalantly commented. Guido clicked his tongue.

"I hate to say this but… don't, don't leave me here to die." He whispered the last part but in the silent room, it was very clear. Mukuro cocked an eyebrow. Fran kept staring at Guido's hand, or more specifically, the 3 rings.

"P-Please, let me live longer. D-Don't let me be eaten by the shadows of my misery." Mukuro kept an impassive face yet his eyes danced with amusement. Fran decided to pipe in. "Hey Master, look here." The teal-haired teen brought Guido's hand to Mukuro's face. "Hell rings." His master smirked.

The right-hand grimaced. "I'll, I'll do anything! Just please don't let me fall into the depths of Hell." He slumped to the ground before catching his breath. The duo's eyes met before turning their gaze on the weak teen. "Then, let us make a contract. In exchange of your… survival, I'll keep the Hell rings and your body as my vessel." His eyes widened. "What!"

"Do you not want power? The power to survive?" Guido's eyes darkened. "If— If that's the case, then..." He stared directly at Mukuro's eyes. "I accept the contract."

"Very well." A trident materialized in his right hand and he stabbed the body of the ex-Spada member. After a while, Guido stood up but his right eye was now a bit red. "I am yours to use, Mukuro-sama."

Fran took the rings from his hands. He gave two to his master and kept the ring with the '666' to himself. "I'll be taking it with me, Master." Not that you can make me surrender it to you. "Do what you want." He stood up with Guido following. "We can't just call him Guido. We have to give him a new name, as a subordinate of the Kokuyo Gang." He hummed. "How about Rokumu Kurodo?"

The teal-haired teen tapped his chin in thought. "Geez, I don't want another pineapple around. It's bad enough you changed Lady Nagi's name similar to yours. Why not Leonardo Lippi? It's his brother's name, a shadow of his past." Though his statement should have many emotions, he kept an indifferent facade.

"Whatever you say, Francois." He tapped his trident. "Let us meet the others." Fran's mouth slightly twitched. "Sarcasm, huh…"

And the trio disappeared into thin air.

People sell their souls to the devil, yet they can see that they are merely their imagination.

Monster.

Giotto and his guardians stared at the bloody mess in the hallways. There were carcasses everywhere, each defiled in inhumane ways. Limbs were spread in all the corners. Heck, there was even an arm hanging by the chandelier. The blond boss shivered. I definitely don't want to know how that happened.

G grimaced at the atrocious sight. He fought the urge to puke. Whoever did this was downright sick. Asari gave him a strained smile as to encourage him, yet the stench of blood made him nauseous. Knuckles was on the other side muttering a prayer and tried to comfort a mortified Lampo.

Daemon pursed his lips. "I'm going to explore around and look for some clues." On his side, the pale-blond skylark grunted. "I hate sticking with herbivores." He quietly announced and walked away. They all knew the underlying message: I'll check the place out myself.

They heard screams from one of the rooms, something about a 'Guido' and brother. Guido? Wasn't that the name of Mochida's loyal subordinate? Giotto pondered over the possibilities. Hm, my intuition doesn't pick up anything suspicious… then it wouldn't hurt to investigate.

He headed towards the door and opened it with a loud slam. The room was empty. There were no traces of a person being here, except for the fact that the carpet was stained with blood. "That was weird." Asari commented. "I thought I heard someone from this room." G murmured. "Me too."

Knuckles examined the carpet. "Hm, the stains look fresh." Though widely known as a muscle-brained idiot, he didn't become a priest for nothing. I mean, he did study theology and all the complicated mumbo-jumbo. Lampo opened his closed eye. "So does that mean they were here just now? Then why didn't we find anybody? I'm sure no one can disappear that fast." Someone yelled.

"He's a demon, a monster!"

"No, please don't! I have a family to take care of back at home!"

"Graah!"

More screams were heard outside. Giotto gave a nod to his guardians. "Let's go!" Once they ran out of the room, a hooded figure could be seen, wielding dual katanas: one black, and one white. The Vongola guardians tried to stop the assassin, but they were too late. The Spada's men were already slashed in half. All resisted the unpleasant feeling in their stomachs.

"We need to make a move, fast!" Giotto ordered. Once they were about to take a step forward, six hooded figures revealed themselves just behind them. "Hmph! These are the guys that our Queen wanted to take out?" He tried to come closer and sniffed.

One of them shook his head. "Stop acting like a dog, Ken. About your question, it was just Mukuro-sama who wanted them gone. Tsunayoshi-sama just wished they wouldn't get in his way." The speaker had the same detached voice as Fran had. His companion shifted awkwardly. Said person whispered to the one next to him while they watched the hyper-active and emotionless assassins had a one-sided bicker. "Is this really a normal occurence, Fran-san?" Fran replied back. "You'll get used to it, Guido— I mean, Leo." Leo gave him a toothy grin.

'Kufufufu, I believe it's time to show them your powers. Don't let them escape.' Mukuro's voice rang loudly in the hooded figures' minds. The assassin at the back nodded in agreement. "Understood, Mukuro-sama."

The last one who haven't said anything yet laughed haughtily. "Hah! Finally the action's getting started. Mukuro-sama's so cool!" The voice is obviously female. Asari mused to himself. So does that mean we're gonna fight girls? Mukuro smirked, wherever he is. 'Get ready, MM.'

Giotto's guardians had their weapons out. G gave a low 'tch'. "Primo, you go forward and look for that Mochida bastard. We'll take care of these guys." Said boss smiled gratefully and ran in the opposite direction as fast as he can.

"Pyon, don't you dare underestimate us!" Pyon? Isn't that some cat cosplay trend? The (pink) red-haired right-hand thought, amusement evident in his eyes. "Ken, stop shouting. Your breath stinks a lot." Ken fumed in anger as his fangs became a lot more visible. "Kakipi, you—!"

"Ken, Chikusa, stop it. Mukuro-sama won't like it if we get distracted…" The most silent out of all of them decided to speak, but it was not heard by the duo.

"Che, why am I even partnered up with rock-brained men and the stupid girl? At least that Fran had a job with Mukuro-sama!" MM sneered at her companions. Leo sweatdropped and sighed. Maybe signing up for a contact with Mukuro-san wasn't worth it.

Fran decided to cut the argument short. "Hey, quit all the noise. You two, stop bickering. You're gonna make Chrome cry… and we don't want Master on our tails now, do we?" He still kept that monotone voice of his. Everybody immediately complied. Who knows what kind of hell Mukuro will put them through for making his sister cry.

The Vongola guardians sweatdropped. MM brought out a clarinet and started to play it while they were out of it. The vibrations of the sound cracked the walls, floor, and ornaments. The guardians barely dodged the attack. G fished out his gun and started blasting holes around the place, which MM bounced back with the sound of her instrument, and which Lampo blocked with his oversized and sturdier shield (because of his Flames).

Ken roared a battle cry. He put something in his mouth—which oddly looked like fake vampire teeth—and a tattoo of a monkey appeared on his cheek. "Kong channel!" His size doubled, and he now looked like a gorilla. Alaude's eyes narrowed at the monkey-teen. Mutation was against the law. And for that, you are under arrest, herbivore. "Hn."

Chikusa attacked Asari with his yo-yos at an incredible speed. The Japanese swordsman had a few sweatdrops forming on his forehead. Whoa, he's fast! I better not make a wrong move, those yo-yos look really dangerous. He noticed the small glint hidden in the middle of the toys. What are those?

Fran and Leo were facing each other back-to-back and had their weapons out. The teal-haired illusionist was holding some sort of floating black orb and Leo was brandishing a javelin. The orb shined and out came dark-colored spheres that exploded at contact. When one of the spheres hit the ceiling, Leo used it as a chance to attack. He swung his javelin at the priest. "Take this!"

Lampo got startled by the blast. Oh God, oh God, oh God! What am I supposed to do? He instinctively held up his shield to his face, not knowing that he was already in front of Knuckles, and that he just deflected an assault. The green-haired aristocrat's eyes widened at the collision. "Oof!" He and Knuckles were sent rolling to the floor, but totally unharmed.

Chrome tapped a similar-looking trident to Mukuro's on the ground. Countless lotus flowers shot out of the cracks and headed straight for Daemon. "In the name of Mukuro-sama, you shall be defeated, Vongola." Her exclamation was almost unheard if it weren't for the fact they were in the far end of the corridor, far away from the noise.

The melon-head(?) illusionist countered it with a swipe of his scythe, strong gusts of winds countered the girl's illusion. Daemon smirked. This is going to be fun.

The assassin stared hard at the door in front of him. There is no backing down, Tsuna. He tells himself. Once he makes a move, he can no longer stop. Despite being stripped of his emotions, the assassin could not help but tremble. His hands couldn't stop shaking. Is this simply from anticipation? Or is it something else?

He shook his head. This is my last chance. I will dispose of anyone who will get in my way. When he took a step forward, an image of a woman flashed before his eyes.

"Tsu, promise me never to take a life of another. Don't follow the footsteps of our bloody history." A petite brown-haired woman said, smiling at him wryly. "Even if it is for the family."

"Famiglia?"

The woman nodded. "No, family."

A younger Tsuna smiled back. "I understand, mama!"

He clutched his head at the surprising wave of pain seeping through. "Ugh." What was that about? That old scene, where have I seen it before?

The assassin clenched his fists. This is no time to be distracted. He has to end this now. "Whoever you are…" Sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to keep my promise to you. My freedom matters more than anything else.

He took out a deck of cards and glared at the design. It was a heart pierced with many swords wrapped around in roses and vines. "After all, I'm the Queen of Hearts. I won't let myself have a wavering resolution." He absentmindedly muttered. By this time, I'm sure Mukuro's already in the mansion grounds. Better give him his cue.

He threw a single card, which had the number 10 on it. The card flew towards the building's side and it attached itself to the wall. The assassin fished out the card '3' and he aimed it for the door. Tsuna snapped his fingers. The countdown commenced. Let's start things with a big bang.

Everything exploded and he heard yells of panic. All according to plan. He brought out two katanas: one black and the other, white. He ran inside and saw men approaching his direction. A man shouted while pointing his finger towards him. "Hey, an intruder—!" His head fell down, cut in half. The other men around him screamed. The brunet stabbed the next and pulled back his sword, not minding if the blood spurted out and smeared his clothing. His eyes turned orange with a tint of black. Kill them all.

"He's a demon, a monster!"

He sliced the man's arm off.

"No, please don't! I have a family to take care of back at home!"

"Graah!"

"I simply want to be free, and you're in the way of achieving it." He paused before going for another strike. "Besides, you're in the mafia. Death is always present, anywhere."

He swiped across the hallway, slashing anyone he comes across whether it was a servant or a subordinate. People's corpses were now littered on the floor, and he had the gall to kick one of them away just because he was obstructing the stairs. When he finished climbling the stairs, the tint in his eyes changed from black to gray. Spotting target. His eyes roamed the vicinity, looking through the walls, until a red figure was found. Target locked. Orange orbs narrowed. He sneakily made his way towards the room. He stopped when he heard voices.

"What do you mean we're under attack?" Feet shuffling and pacing around resounded from the room.

"Sir, we're doing the best we can! We've already dispatched the assassination team but they haven't returned yet!"

A slap was heard.

"Don't you dare yell at me! You're just a lowly informant!" Scum. Tsuna thought. Blank orbs were focused on the door until a young lady ran outside. She had black hair and dark eyes. The assassin stared at her. She looked like someone I know.

He stalked inside. Tsuna positioned his dual katana on his target's torso and ear. His victim gulped. "W-Who are you?"

"That's classified." He was about to deal the blow when the door was slammed open and a spiky-haired blond came into his view.

"Stop right there!"

He turned his head towards the said blond. "As if I'm going to obey." Another attempt failed. At first, the stranger was standing at the door, the next, he was already holding his hands behind his back with his katanas etched on the wall. Dammit.

Tsuna kicked his assailant, making the said guy skid backwards. His cool gaze met determined blue orbs.

He took his katanas from the wall and launched for an attack. This time, his target was the stranger. "Prepare for your death. It was unfortunate you tried to interfere."

A man came out of the shadows and pointed a gun at him. His lip twitched when he slashed the man easily. He snorted softly. Typical grunt.

Giotto looked shocked. "Why? Why are you doing this?" He dodged a swipe from the brunet. "It's none of your concern. Purely business." Another stab was headed for him and he entered HDWM, just in time to catch the sword. "Not bad for a young hitman," He set the sword ablaze with his flames as his eyes turned orange as well. "But not good enough." He threw the assassin across the room.

Tsuna cartwheeled. "Hmph. Don't use such strong words, it only makes you look weak." He propelled himself by kicking the wall, successfully tackling the startled blond. "Oof!"

The assassin stood up and went into a fighting stance as the tint in his orange orbs turned black again. This time, with a bit of red. Yet even after the alterations in his eyes, they remained dull and empty. The blond stared at him. The color shifted! How'd that happen? He freaked out inwardly.

His enemy charged at him once more. This time, his katanas had flames on it: dark orange for the white one, and reddish-brown for the black. He positioned the swords in front of him in an 'X' formation. "X-mode." He muttered. The flames swirled slightly and the glow intensified. He gave off murderous intent, one that clearly shows he'll kill anyone in his way.

"Aren't you horrified with killing people?"

Tsuna gave him a blank stare. "That doesn't matter." Giotto's eyes narrowed. "Yes, it does."

The brunet shrugged him off. "No, because my feelings never mattered." What does he mean by that? The blond pondered.

He swiped them together and formed a lion-shaped blast. "Leone Terra di Cielo, modo attaco!" Sky and Earth flames! That's insane! Giotto thought. Tsuna stared at him with an uncaring expression. "Sayonara." The assassin's figure disappeared in a flash.

A strong explosion occurred as the blond boss shielded himself with his cape and gloves. Numerous sword slashes raked his body as light orange eyes shut tightly in pain. Will I make it?

Once a monster strikes, no one can do anything about it.

Fallen.

After the explosion from upstairs, the guardians could only worry about their boss. The tremor was so strong, it knocked the wind out of all of them. Both sides tumbled to the ground. Unfortunately for Mukuro's group, his subordinates' hoods fell off. They were discovered.

"So you finally revealed yourselves." Daemon mused to himself. Somehow, their faces looked very familiar…

A blond boy growled at them. It was that gorilla boy, Ken (Ken-kong). "Pyon! Looks like we have no choice but to take them out now." He changed his cartridge (fake teeth) and turned into a dog-like creature. "Wolf channel!" Chikusa closed his eyes silently, making his yo-yos produce flaming spikes. The flames were violet.

Fran sighed and his orb shone darker. A malicious aura could be seen pouring out from it. "Activate, end of worlds." His teal eyes turned to an even lighter shade. Leo nodded. His javelin grew in size and the blade multiplied. He grinned and lunged at the men again. He stabbed the ground and several javelin spikes came out of the ground.

Knuckles blocked it with a Sun flame blast. "Maximum Ingram." He grimaced. 3 minutes, just for 3 minutes. The black-haired priest got a headgear and a pair of gloves underneath his robe. His eyes narrowed at his enemy. It's time. He wore the said accessories and yelled out, "Maximum Break!" Sun flames covered his body as his appearance changed. He sent a flurry of punches to the ex-Spada member.

Leo smirked as his right eye turned blood red. "It's time I lend you my strength, Leo." Mukuro whispered in his mind. The subordinate felt power coursing through his veins. So this is Mukuro-san's true skill. Simply wonderful. A powerful Lightning flame lit up on the end of the blade. The two had an attack pattern. The first would attack, the other would dodge, then said dodger would counter, which then will either be dodged or blocked by the first. Everything seemed okay until—

Knuckles's gear dissipated. His form suddenly slouched as his hands trembled.

—three minutes already passed.

Leo took the opportunity to strike him, knocking him out after a few hits. On the other side, the Vongola Storm guardian scowled. We're gonna lose at this rate.

G took out his bow and activated G-archery. He frowned at the emotionless mask that the teal-haired illusionist had. "Take this! Tornado flame arrow!" The french frog (apple?) countered it with a shadow shield. It transformed into a Glock in Fran's hand. Said illusionist reappeared behind the right-hand man. He was already too late to turn around for the gun was already aimed to the back of his head. "Au revoir, monsieur."

A shot was fired.

MM played a rocky tune on her clarinet as the normal vibrations shifted to an even more dangerous phase. The sound patterns were a lot more disoriented and it hurt the aristocrat's ears. He winced as the vibrations made an impact on his shield. This is hard… I don't wanna fight! She's scary! He internally wailed. Another wave of music made him stumble and sent flying to the wall. "Hold… it… in…" His eyes watered at the pain he felt from the impact. "Uwah!" His shield sparked. "I can't take it anymore! Corna Fulmine!"

The red-haired girl was caught off guard. She would've been fried if it weren't for Chikusa interfering by spinning his yo-yos real fast. He turned to his comrade. "MM, you should be more wary of your enemy. Mukuro-sama and Tsunayoshi-sama will not tolerate failures, especially when he's watching over them." Slender fingers were wrapped rigidly on the instrument's shaft. She lowered her head. "I know." The violet orbs twinkled reddish-brown before returning back to its original color.

Her eyes flared with determination and cruelty. "Die," She played a very fast tune. "Vivace!" It was too much for the green-haired aristocrat to handle. His Lightning flames dispersed, while Storm flames came into view. Don't tell me—! Lampo felt a sting on different parts of his body. No… He fell to the ground. Asari tried to go towards him, but was blocked by the beanie-wearing hitman. "Lampo!"

Ken grinned as he continued to swipe at the French skylark. "You're strong, it makes my blood boil. For that, you're gonna be my prey." He pounced at the pale-blond male as his claws were swatted away by a pair of twirling handcuffs. "I'll cuff you to death." They exchanged blows but neither back down from the other. Both of them silently grumbled. The blond continued to look for an opening. There!

He bit the Frenchman's shoulder, making sure to insert some poison. The officer fell on one knee. "Heh, you're lucky Tsu-sama doesn't want to kill anyone who's not a Spada. If not, then I would've injected a fatal poison on you." From beside him, MM grinned. "So many explanations. Why won't you just admit you're getting soft?" He sneered at her.

She tauntingly walked towards the Vongola Cloud guardian. "You're Chikusa's counterpart? Gorgeous, but such a waste since we're enemies. Don't worry about the poison, it's just a stun-type." Her eyes sparkled. "Now that I think about it, Vongola Primo and the Mist guardian's hot too. Oh well, Mukuro-sama is just as sexy as any of you!" Alaude grimaced at her outward flirting. Ken facefaulted to the ground. "Stop flaunting around the enemy, MM!"

"You're just envious of me because you can't even flirt with your opposite gender!"

"What did you say, you red-haired bitch?"

The two glared hard at each other.

Meanwhile, the swordsman and the stoic yo-yo user were still at it. Sweat dripped slowly from both of their foreheads. They did not mind if their arms felt sore or if they felt tired. What mattered now was winning over the other. Chikusa's spikes grew larger and got a lucky stab to Asari's side. His eyes bore through the Japanese teen's form. "Gomenasai." He muttered. The flutist eyes widened. Sorry? What is he apologizing for? Aren't we enemies? He got his answer when a carefully-placed pressure was sent to a part of his neck which made him unconscious.

Daemon was the only one left. Chrome was someone not to underestimate when it comes to illusions. Whatever illusion he made, she immediately counters it. Whatever strategy he plotted, she always sees through it. And everytime she foiled his plans, she would give him that sweet yet sickening smile— as if she was expecting a praise from him. Afterwards, she'll have that disappointed glint in her eyes. Yeah, right. Like I'll give you pity.

He pounced at the girl, when she ducked, and she slammed the butt of her trident to his stomach. He coughed out blood from the force. The male illusionist wiped off the excess blood from his lips. She's good. Too good, if I may add. Not that he'll openly admit it, but he was impressed. Now's not the time to admire illusions. Elena is waiting for me back at home, and I'm not gonna leave the world just yet.

Chrome gave him a sad glance and continued to cast horrifying illusions at him. Why can't he see it? Why doesn't he realize anything? She bit her lip as she formed the silhouette of a familiar brown-haired lady with light blue eyes. It was not merely any woman, it was the most important woman in Daemon's life. He froze and breathed out, "E-Elena…" She had the same sweet smile on her face, but had the young girl's trident in her hands. "How— How can I face my lovely Elena?" He murmured.

'Elena' went in for the kill. She kept on attacking him, but he could only evade her advances. How is he supposed to fight the one he loves? Before he knew it, 'Elena' already stabbed him in the chest. He spat out more blood. Daemon's vision slowly darkened. Elena, I've failed you. It was all that girl's fault. That girl with the nostalgic face.

Then it hit him like a boulder.

The image of a smaller, more innocent purple-haired girl in a white dress entered his mind. She was grinning wholeheartedly at him. His eyes softened. "Imouto… my dear sorella…"

A purple-haired girl cried as her parents walked away. Her older companion, a boy with aqua-blue hair tended to her bruises. "Shh… stop crying now, imouto. You know that what they said weren't true." He sent a glare towards their parents' backs. "B-But—"

He gently placed a finger on the girl's lips. "There's no need to believe them. What matters is that I'll always be by your side." She ceased her crying and only sniffled. "Really?"

"I promise. Nothing can separate us."

"We'll be together forever, right nii-sama?" She gave him a heartwarming smile. He grinned back and patted her head affectionately. "That's right, my little Nagi."

He turned to face his assailant. He croaked out, "Girl— Nagi, is that y-you?" Chrome smiled wryly. "I'm Chrome now. But I…" She shook her head. It's not like I can be with my brother again. "Goodbye, nii-sama," She faced her back towards him. "My real, blood-related nii-sama. I love you too—"

She faced him again, though he wasn't awake now. "—but Mukuro-sama is my brother now."

Don't let your past and your mistakes overcome you, or else you will never rise from the ashes of death.

In the midst of the chaos, in a lone room, the white-haired boss smirked to himself. He popped a marshmallow into his mouth as he listened to the voices from the speaker. Byakuran stood up and turned on a communicator.

His eyes were blazing, and so were his hands. His whole body was shaking in excitement. The Millefiore boss was sporting an amused face. He contacted his most trusted subordinate— second only to himself.

"Good job, Cielo—" He was clutching a glass of lemonade. His grip tightened and his eyes exuded pure malice.

The glass shattered in his grip. "—but not good enough." Byakuran paced around his room.

"After all, you still haven't killed Mochida yet." He gave that irritating trademark smirk of his. The shadows of the dark room and the moonlight seeping through the cracks on the walls made him look like an angel. Or more specifically…

An angel of death.

The white-haired man chuckled cruelly to himself. The game is just getting started. We haven't even finished playing the opening song yet.

To achieve your deepest desires, you always have to sacrifice something precious in return.

Meh. I prefer blue orbs for Giotto outside HDWM. Sorry for the delay! The next chapter is part 2.

I know the part where Mukuro and Leo made the contract was lame. The fighting scenes weren't good, either...

I think the Varia and Kokuyo gang went to France to recruit Fran according to a manga chapter. Correct me if I'm wrong. Well, even if I'm wrong, I'm keeping his French bloodline. Fran does sound like France.

Okay, so one of you was wondering what's the text legend at the top for if I'm using real Japanese, French, and Italian words. Please take note: I'm not Japanese, French, nor Italian. I need it if I don't know the translation for something (which are a lot of words).

Already fixed errors.

Preview:

"That's simply impossible. How did you—!"

"I won't give up, not until my last breath!"

"I'm sorry, but you failed. You'll just have to start over again~!"

"No… why…?"

"Go, Mukuro. Get out of there with the others."

"Tsunayoshi-kun, we're not leaving without you."

"Tsuna!"

"Do I know you?"

"You will never escape, because you only belong to me."

"Who am I? I don't even know myself…"