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Belphegor, as the genius he proclaimed he is, didn't need to follow where Rasiel and Fran were headed, carrying unconscious Tsukiyo. He already knew how to found them; after all, he successfully slipped a detectable chip into Tsukiyo's clothes. Who can explain how can his knives find her even if she hides deliberately from all corners of the headquarters? And who were they kidding, he's Belphegor, entitled Prince the Ripper, pastimes includes bullying, to make it more fit his description: he likes to toy with other people's lives. Messing with them, not really. All for fun, that was his motive. Nobody loves boredom anyway.

Now, he was contemplating whether he would report what happened to their oh-so-lovely servant to his higher ups namely Squalo and Xanxus, and no, Levi doesn't count to the people he looks up to no matter how many times he claims that he was their boss' right hand man.

He got out of his room and proceeded to see Lussuria in the kitchen. Lussuria, indeed, exist in his little 'garden' wearing his pink flowery apron. Bel refuse to admit he had seen sparkles around him, it was nauseating, a living nightmare. And he suddenly remembered a smiling Tsukiyo in that attire, it suits her well compared to Lussuria and she deserves the glistening even better. He shook his head, now, why did Tsukiyo enter his mind like that.

"Lussuria, I need to tell you something," he informed his presence, breaking Lussuria's unpleasant solo concert, and I mean solo.

"Moi, Bel-chan. What is it? Are you going to confess your undying love for m-"

"No," he replied with flying daggers to Lussuria before he could even finish his statement (even though it was just a letter away) yet he successfully evaded the attack in panic.

"That was uncalled for, Bel-chan." He pouted. "What are you going to say anyway?"

"Shishishi. You've gotten so annoying, Lussuria. Just going to say that you precious Tsukiyo's been kidnapped," he replied with a grin, his tone like it was nothing.

Lussuria was dead silent, then a puckered brow penciled in his face. Did Belphegor really think that when he told somebody was kidnapped and he was grinning ridiculously, they would believe him? He wanted to say that. "Now, I know why Tsu-chan doesn't like you at all."

That hit him somehow, but he already knew that. Tsukiyo didn't like him because she had been playing countless pranks on her, however, it being said by someone made him feel, a little, just a little guilty.

"I'm not kidding," he said ignoring the feeling stirring inside him.

Lussuria was about to say something when they heard the sound of helicopter hovering above their quarters.

"We got visitors," Lussuria said, forgetting what Bel said. Bel was about to go directly to Squalo, and luck just tapped his back when his commandant entered the kitchen.

"Voooi! Lussuria, the Ninth had paid as a visit, make sure the food's edible. If possible, just pour some poison into it." He barked his words lethal. "I'm going to the brat's sister now. Seems like the Ninth brought her father with him. Tsukiyo might be gone from our quarters tonight."

"Shishishi, she's not even a kilometer radius near this castle." He answered in an air of arrogance. And yet, a feeling of relief suddenly got into him. Was he thankful Tsukiyo was not around to be fetched by her father? He tossed that feeling around, however, unsuccessful.

Squalo glowered at him. "Oh, the prince knows something," he remarked sarcastically.

Bel grinned. "Tsukiyo's gone. She was kidnapped."

This time, Xanxus entered the scene hearing what Belphegor said. The former glared at the latter, as if saying he'd in danger if he was doing this again for his 'just for fun' operations.

Bel, able to decipher Xanxus' glare, replied. "I am not kidding."

"Then why are you telling us this just now?" Squalo snarled at him, grabbing the collar of his jacket.

"Because I can tell you where she might be, at this time."

"Tell us, who kidnapped her." It was the stern and cold voice of Xanxus.

Belphegor didn't answer right away. "You have met them, in the future." Every gaze in that room stormed to him. Their memories of the ten-year-later quandary of Vongola had been granted to them after that uncalled earthquake. And here was Belphegor disturbing them about these memories again.

"Just answer us directly," Lussuria said, his face in plain confusion and curiosity.

"How do we call again that replacement of Marmon? The one I forced to wear a frog hat," he said in pretense as if he didn't know the guy's name. How could he forget him of all people, the one whom he had taken interest to use as a dartboard for his beloved knives. Adding to his annoyance the guy's air of nonchalance.

Squalo's frown even deepened. "You mean that apathetic frog hat-wearing Fran?"

Bel nodded. "He was not alone though."

"Then who's the other one?" Lussuria asked, his eyebrows almost connected. Xanxus wasn't taking part in the talk. He just listened.

"My beloved brother," he replied. There was no grin in his face.

All of them stared at Belphegor.

"Rasiel was the name of your twin, right?" Squalo asked.

"Got them right, commandant."

Timoteo and Iemitsu were staring at Varia's headquarters as if gauging some disclosing attacks but nothing came except an unsmiling Xanxus. It wasn't unusual to receive such greetings from the boss of Vongola Varia but seeing Xanxus in front of them still feels atypical.

"It seems like you know the reason why we are here, Xanxus," Timoteo started formally.

"And it seems like you came at the wrong time, or rather the exact time," he replied.

Iemitsu sensed something wrong. "Where is she?"

"To where my guardians are heading."

"Damn you!" Iemitsu was about to stride towards him and give him a fatal lesson but Timoteo stopped him.

"What do you mean, Xanxus?"

"She was kidnapped."

"By who?" Iemitsu asked, giving Xanxus an arduous glare, but the latter did not reply.

"To where exactly are they heading, Xanxus?" Iemitsu asked again, waiting impatiently for an answer. He wasn't reckless, but this is her daughter's circumstance and he's her father, and there's no way he couldn't be reckless. Who kidnapped her daughter? He will learn soon after he found her.

At that time, smoke invaded Xanxus and when it cleared, it showed Marmon floating in the air. "That I can't answer Vongola's External Advisor, Iemitsu Sawada. Those were the only details given to me."

Timoteo heaved out a deep breath. "Of course, Xanxus won't face us directly. That's why it felt unusual."

Iemitsu's face was crestfallen and a wave of fury was circulating inside him. He was cursing inside, angry at the current incident that had befallen to his daughter.

Lussuria came into the conversation, her cheerful disposition dropped. "It won't be bad to invite you over inside the castle for a drink, wouldn't it?"

Timoteo nodded, placing his hand on his external advisor's shoulder signaling his empathy. "Trust them with your daughter's safety, Iemitsu. Xanxus sweared once and he never breaks his promises."

Tsukiyo found herself sprawled in a cold concrete floor in a fetal position. When she looked at her surroundings, it seems like she was inside a small prison. She got up in a sitting position, still having the cold feeling the floor transmitted to her. Don't even her abductors think about her health and sleeping convenience? She frowned. "Where the hell am I?" She asked herself, just audible to someone stepping in from the shadows. The sight of the person made her rose from her feet.

"Shishishi. Our little princess has woken up." It was Rasiel, giving her that Cheshire grin which reminded her of Belphegor. Then, she suddenly remembered Bel's eyes, making her wonder if the both of them might have the same attribute. She shook her head. Now's not the time for that.

"What do you need from me?" Concealing her nervousness with an unyielding look in her face.

"Brilliant question," he commented. "You're exactly what we need, Tsukiyo."

Nervousness replaced by stupefies. For Tsukiyo, it was a lame answer. Sure, she got involved with this mafia but it was by accident. One more thing, what the hell does she know about the mafia? Her little brother seems to be more intelligible about it. Now, why would these people kidnap her and tell her they must have her. She frowned even more.

"Just kidding," Rasiel followed, letting out a blasphemous laughter. Now, she felt insulted, and gave him a murderous glare.

Bastard! Die and go to hell! You and Bel are really alike! You're really brothers. She was gritting her teeth while cursing them both mentally.

"Then why are you doing this?" Tsukiyo asked in a cold tone, her glare not leaving him.

"Chill, will ya, principessa?"

Tsukiyo turned her back against him, more like hunkered down the ground, her back against him. She just knew it. Both Rasiel and Belphegor are the most obnoxious people she had ever met. They just like messing around with other people's lives. Talking with these two will never go somewhere. In other words, pointless. If he's not going to tell her something sensible, fine, let's just keep each other's mouth shut. And no, this kind of people doesn't deserve fear. She suddenly remembered a horde of knives lunging to her, courtesy of Belphegor. They still do. She said to herself, crying in the insides of her mind.

"Charming," she heard him remarked. Whatever.

Rasiel heaved his self inside the cell and squatted behind her. He leaned his back to hers which made Tsukiyo's face bewildered. She gave Rasiel the 'lean.' She doesn't know why but it seems like the guy needs company. No. Rather, it was her who needs company. She was feeling all alone in Varia. But then again, that was what she was feeling even back in Japan.

"What on earth are you doing?" She asked, trying to glimpse at him on her peripheral vision, raising an eyebrow to no one in particular.

He did not reply to her question, instead he threw another question to her. "Tsukiyo Sawada, have you heard much about me?"

I can feel a tsunami of narcissism coming. "Nothing much, but I think, enough."

He laughed that irritating, spine-chilling signature life of his and Bel's. "Let me guess. Me, being killed by Belphegor, and that's all."

"Bravo, Rasiel. Bravo." She mocked, clapping her hands gently. It was true anyway, right? Right.

"I'm honored to hear my name being said by you, princess." Tsukiyo sighed, not seeing the smile on his face.

Oh, are we playing some sort of fairy-tale in here? She thought sarcastically.

"What do you know about the Vongola?" Came a sudden change of question.

But wait. Vongola? Where did she hear that again? "What's Vongola again?"

Rasiel gave out a slight laughter, one different from his signature laughter that goes 'shishishi'. It was a pleasant one. Not annoying, not irritating, not spine-chilling, just pleasant, and nearly friendly.

"Idiot."

That hurt her. It struck her pride. She sighed. It's not like she haven't experience further oppression, she consoled herself.

"It's your little brother's mafia family named Vongola."

Right. It was when she met Aria that she learned about Vongola. Aria told her that Tsunayoshi was soon to be Vongola's Tenth boss and something about Vongola being one of the strongest mafia families. And that's the start of all her chaotic living in Italy, specifically Varia Headquarters, and now this – being kidnapped.

"Any hour by now, your milords are going to fetch you here."

"How'd you know?" Tsukiyo asked in skepticism, twitched at how Rasiel addressed the Varia.

Rasiel turned Tsukiyo to face him. "What?" She asked surprised with the closeness. She wouldn't like to blush but can she do against it. She can't control that.

He raised his hands towards her, then at the back of her neck. He leaned closer, as if to hug her. Tsukiyo's heart was beating rapidly, and no, it wasn't from any feeling called love, or so she was insisting. She felt his breath on her hair, his warmth to hers.

"What the hell are you doing? That's sexual harassment, damn it!" She pushed him.

Rasiel grinned. "Sure, it wasn't."

"Then how do you explain that...,"her voice going lower as Rasiel showed her a mini chip which he implied he took from her dress.

"Belphegor's," he said. "Not much of a stalker, isn't he?"

Tsukiyo stared at the chip, unblinking, dumbfounded. That answer how Bel's knives keep on finding her. That sadistic whiz.

"Rasiel-senpai!" It was a call from a monotonous voice. Tsukiyo turned to see an apathetic-looking cyan-haired boy just around her age. "There you are fake prince no.2."

"That's Fran." Rasiel disclosed the cyan-haired guy's identity. He looked at the dull-looking Fran. "Shishishi. You damned annoying prat, who are you calling fake prince and why am I number 2?"

"Ah, gomen, Sil-senpai. Bel-senpai is fake prince no. 1," he replied in a dull tone.

Tsukiyo was amused at Fran's dullness. It was entertaining, just like Varia's bonding moments. My, how she wished Fran was a part of Varia, but not Rasiel. When you double a Belphegor, her chance of living will reach negative infinities.

"They're here," she heard Fran said, and explosions came in close proximity. Rasiel immediately shielded her from any debris that may hit her. That was his orders. Keep her occupied and keep her safe until those people found them.

"Shishishi. How noble, Sil," said Bel in a mocking tone, appearing from mayhem of the surroundings. He didn't quite like the closeness between his twin brother and Tsukiyo. Basically, from his reasoning, Tsukiyo was his toy, and ever since both Sil and he were a kid, he hated sharing anything with him.

"Vooi! Give us that brat!" Thundered Squalo, pointing at Tsukiyo.

Xanxus was just there, glaring at both Rasiel and Fran.

"If it wasn't of your reckless incursion, it might not have been necessary to shield her," Rasiel answered, earning defiant stares. He had the point, didn't he?

Tsukiyo was quite shocked at the moment to appreciate that Belphegor, Squalo, and even their fearsome boss, Xanxus had come to rescue her. Wait, rescue her? There was no harm done. Now that felt weird. Rasiel and Fran weren't enemies, her guts said so.

She looked to Xanxus and the latter met her eyes. If that was a glare, she doesn't know but she was sure, she saw some relief in those eyes. Like it was glad to see her alive. At that very moment, Tsukiyo wanted to hit herself. She hated her intuition since the very beginning of its awareness; it's been telling her lots of peculiarities, giving her another wave of paranoia. I knew it, I'm sick. Ah, mentally sick. Heavens, I'm sick.

She heard the sound of a chopper coming near.

"Took them some time for them to get here," Fran stated, as usual, in his dull tone.

"Who them?" Asked Xanxus who was frowning at him?

"Boss." Rasiel answered, offering his hand to Tsukiyo and help her stand, which the latter gratefully accepted though it was of no use. She wasn't injured.

"Xanxus, it's the Ninth's Chopper," Squalo said, his face insinuating more of who Rasiel's boss might be.

Phew~

I'm so not good in dealing with words. Grammar is one of my weaknesses. Heh.