I do not own KHR.

The forest isn't such a friendly place especially for kids like Xanxus and Tsukiyo. Wild animals linger in there, considering that rumors say that the forest near the Vongola Mansion was where notorious criminals escape to.

Out there, Xanxus was leaning on a tree while Bester was taking a nap on the grassy ground on his feet. Tsukiyo, on the other hand, was exactly in an established two-meter distance of his don't-come-near-me rule. She was looking at the surrounding frantically as if expecting something horrible to show up and so it did.

"I didn't know the forest had been turned into kid's park," a hoarse voice said sarcastically showing his self. The disheveled man was holding a gun on right his hand which he retracted from pointing at them seeing that they were just kids.

Xanxus knew what he can do. He could kill the man in a matter of seconds – with his flame. They could just disappear. He won't forgive anyone who threatens his life. He was about to make his move when he found out that the man wasn't alone. He got company. Their sight made the six-year old Tsukiyo fell into trembling. She was staring at them in fear.

"Wait a minute," one of the man's companions said. "Well, what do we have here, the probable heir of the Vongola Family." He was eyeing Xanxus who glared back at him. "He got attitude, man."

"Luck must be on our side. We can finally take a revenge on Vongola by killing the boss' son," another one suggested.

"So all of you here resent the Vongola?" Xanxus asked nonchalantly.

"We do, brat. The Vongola had destroyed our lives," he said furiously pointing the gun at Xanxus who wasn't intimidated to who's the one at advantage.

"Well, the Vongola doesn't need trash like you," Xanxus answered with purpose to ridicule.

With a swift movement, one of the armed men was in front of Xanxus, his gun pointed right on the kid's forehead. Xanxus, on the other hand, wasn't taken aback. He was still calm, and glaring at the man in that situation was exactly like him. The man didn't pull the trigger. Instead, he hit Xanxus' face with the gun, causing the kid to fell on the ground; blood flowed from the side of his lips.

Tsukiyo was watching the whole ordeal in horror. She had never seen such violence before. She can't move, she just trembled in her place. She saw no hesitation at the man who was pointing the gun at Xanxus.

She was busy pleading inside her mind for someone to help them that she didn't notice black flames swirling around her.

"Someone… someone help us. Someone…"

Reaching the extremities of her fear, the black flames soared at every direction. They churned, forming a black tornado, Tsukiyo at its core. She was floating now, eyes opened, however there was no feeling on them. She didn't know what she was doing, it seemed. The wind's movement dancing with the black flames was like whips hitting their assailants. It was not easy to move in such circumstances. Some of them were blown away, hitting their backs at barricade of trees.

Then she saw Xanxus, lying unconscious on the ground; and Bester, looking badly hurt, was near him. A wave of fury rose from her and she glared at the remaining men who was stills standing. The men's face was filled with terror. The place covered with fright. Tsukiyo motioned her hand, directing the black flame to attack the men surrounding her. They flew everywhere, but it wasn't just that. The flames shape-shifted into dagger-like flares and targeted every one of them. Blood showered everywhere. Helpless screams echoed. Some had successfully escaped the assault but they were captured by the Vongola men who came right in the moment of the chaos. After a while, Tsukiyo fell on the ground near Xanxus. She looked exhausted. And as she closed her eyes, the flames disappeared.

The place was a perfect sight of ambush. Blood splattered everywhere, painting the place with a shade of gloomy red. This was what Sawada Iemitsu had stumbled. He saw the impossible mass homicide done by his daughter. He saw her flames. He saw how she killed them.

She stared at the shattered pieces of glass on the floor. She was shaking uncontrollably. Was that a part of her memory, she wondered. No, she doesn't have such a recollection about that. Was Marmon playing some kind of illusion to her again? Of all times?

She heard the sound of the helicopter hovering over the Varia Headquarters. It was them – her father and the ninth, and possibly Fran and Rasiel. She calmed herself and quickly picked up the shards of glasses, careful not to cut her hands again.

She knew it wasn't Marmon's illusion. It happened, she just knew it. Her mind told her it happened, though she can't clearly remember slipping into her father's baggage or meeting a young Xanxus back when she was six.

But she was sure, the Vongola's involved with this, and Xanxus knows something she don't.

Tsukiyo didn't seem to notice the tears that flowed from her eyes. She stood up, holding the tray. My, how were they able to keep those memories away from her?

Quite short. Haha.