Dino sipped his cappuccino. Though he knew that he wasn't supposed to be relaxing like he is right now, he couldn't help it. Not when there wasn't anything he could do for the moment while he waited.

The door opens for the umpteenth time of the day. Dino jolted up from his chair at the sight of a woman with long pinkish-red hair. Her lover was never good news to him.

"Take care, Bianchi." A man with fedora kissed the woman.

"Of course, Reborn." Bianchi snuggled to the tall man's chest.

"Oh dammit..." Dino silently cursed his luck.

"What is it, 'clumsy Dino'?" Reborn transformed his pet chameleon into a gun.

"Hey! Hey!" Dino clumsily hit a chair and fell.

This devil, no, Dino corrected himself. Man is part of the Arcobaleno, the strongest hunters capable of hunting vampires like the Gesso- a high-level brutal vampire unlike the Sawada.

"Please go, Reborn." Bianchi kissed his lips. Reborn caressed Bianchi's hair as he let go. He bid goodbye to flushing Bianchi.

When she was sure that Reborn was out of the room, Bianchi settled down on one of the seats provided. "So, what do you want with me, Dino?" Bianchi asked while making herself comfortable.

"You're a Historian, right?" Bianchi nodded absently. "I'm want to ask you, Bianchi..." Dino drank the last of his cappuccino.

"The Sawada clan massacre... What about it?"

Chapter 10: Burned Truths

"I should have known."

"Known w-what?"

Lambo and Tsuna had been walking to the Sawada Manor, or what was left of it during the past hour. The journey was quiet with occasional sentences exchanged between them.

"You're going to the Sawada Manor. The castle of vampires." Lambo answered.

"There are some things... things I-I..." Tsuna stuttered.

Lambo wanted to comfort the young prince, but it'll be seen awkward if he hug him as he is. Tsuna got lost in his own world as they avoided traps. When he let his blood drip on the ground, it was like the forest understood that their prince had returned home.

"I know I'm not as strong as the other wolves..." Lambo stated, he never thought of grouping himself with the other Underworld wolves. He even planned to play difficult and reject a few times before finally agreeing. But his plan vanished when he saw the young prince with his own eyes. "...but you can count on me, young prince." He finished his sentence. Funny, it's the same sentence Miura-hime told him when he was just a little baby wolf.

The prince was fragile. The way he will stop a few seconds before he does something was funny, but ironic. The brunette was very careless when it came to his own little, precious, life, but still cared for those around him.

"Thanks, L-Lambo," Tsuna smiled anxiously. They finally reached the Manor, Tsuna ran and shouted that he was home.

Lambo just stood there, silently watching his new master. "My, my," he muttered in silent amusement at the prince. That was until a whiff of smell struck him frozen in shock.

He just hoped that the smell wouldn't get caught by the young prince's nose.

"The data of Sawada Massacre are still in the archiving section. I'm afraid I can't tell you anything." Bianchi coolly stated much to Dino's annoyance.

But he knew that he won't get anything by pissing Reborn's lover, the almighty Poison Scorpion of the Historian hunters. The Historians were the pacifist hunters. They don't want to fight in the front lines, but give the best information they could. They were the 'peaceful hunters' as they might call themselves. But few of them could prove to stand at the same level as the Warrior hunters. One prime example was Bianchi.

Dino sipped his second cappuccino and thought of his next question. One thing came in mind instantly. "What about the Miura clan?"

Bianchi perked at the said name. "How do you know about that?" She asked, Warrior hunters were supposed to be least-informed. "Well, you know about the Civil-"

"Don't lie with all that civil war crap." Dino cut her excuse. He remembered the Nebbia wolf's statement all too clearly.

Phlegm. He needed to know about that.

Bianchi stood and stared at the Warrior hunter. She sighed in resignation. "Very well, let's go to my office." Bianchi walked to the door. "I will probably be punished by what I'm going to show and tell you...But I only want one thing from you," she stated. "I want you to look after Hayato..." sadness took over Bianchi's expression as she thought of her brother.

"You guys are pretty ironic. To think that your half-brother is one of the Underworld wolves..." Dino muttered. Bianchi didn't say anything because it was the truth.

Hayato, her precious little brother is part of the vampire society...

When she got to her office, one particular shelf was on fire. But it didn't spread to other shelves. "WHAT THE HELL?" Dino ran to try and put it out.

"That shelf contains data of Miura clan's annihilation and some of Sawada clan research that I've conducted!"

"This sickening smell of flowers..." Tsuna flinched after noticing that one vile smell he couldn't ignore. His skin glowed with the presence of Sky Flames while he fumed in anger.

Lambo ran to him, closing his eyes from the immense glow and close proximity. "Young prince, calm down. Please!" He had never seen the young prince of Sawada this angry.

Tsuna forcefully brushed off Lambo's hands. "It smells like... the Millefiores..." The birds began to chirp as they left, knowing that something bad will happen to their seemingly humble adobe. "They were here! In my home," Tsuna walked forward as he grit his teeth in frustration.

"That's it, nobody else should know anymore." He calmed himself down in order to call forth his vampire side. His eyes turned red and he gently touched his Manor. "Let the truth burn."

The Sawada Manor exploded, along with truths about the Phlegm.

Thanks for Solera who beta'd this ;D

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