I do not own KHR.

There are OC's in this story: Sawada Tsukiyo, Fiamma Astretto and Felicity. They're mine.

Lies…

No.

It was mistrust. They had accused her for treason. A betrayal she had no idea thereof. She tried to stop from crying. She refused to cry over such a foolish thing – a thing she had not done. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her loss, it was theirs. But no matter how much she suppressed those feelings, they kept on coming. They kept on rising every second. And it frustrated her. Pained her.

She continued running, she couldn't feel dread or exhaustion. Somewhere, she wanted to go somewhere. But there is only nowhere for her. She had nothing more. She fell on her knees. The dark gray sky thundered, plummeting down raindrops as if to join her tears. She stared up. And then she screamed. A harsh scream of resentment… of helplessness… of loneliness.

The forest never echoed those screams. It just listened to her, giving her more of the place like she was welcome in there. She was tired. She felt drained. Praying for death, she had lost his consciousness.

She didn't come to see the shadows hidden from the trees that approached her fallen body on the ground. One of them picked her up, and carried her to their refuge.

_._._._._._.

There were two pairs of eyes gazing at her the moment she woke up. A couple, she thought. The woman smiled warmly at her which reminded her of her mother. She approached her and sat on the bed where she was. She had a long red hair which was left sagging until her pelvis and matched deep auburn eyes. She was maybe around her late twenties. She was beautiful, and she looks friendly at that.

"You're feeling fine now, aren't you?" She asked, the smile fading from her face. Friendly wasn't the word. Looks could be deceiving after all. The woman's tone was empty, no emotions attached. She asked her of her well-being but it was as if it doesn't matter.

"Felicity, you're scaring her," the man, around his early thirties put his hand on the woman's shoulder. Like the woman, he had a long hair but it was tied up in a ponytail behind his back which made him look grand, and it was colored blue-black. His eyes were of the same color. He looked at Tsukiyo, waiting for an answer.

"Y-yes, I'm fine," she answered meekly, but tears suddenly glistened on her eyes. She had almost forgotten what happened but it came back again, haunting her. Not leaving her mind. It was as if saying that she didn't cry enough. That she had yet more to suffer. And she broke down. She wept, her head rested on the top of her knees, and her hands hugging them. She hated that feeling. She felt very weak.

"Geez, don't cry on me like that," the woman said and threw her hands around her. Sure, she was intimidating but she cared… or was she pretending? But it was warm. Tsukiyo heard her sigh. "It's all right. You can cry all you want. I won't let you do this on me again, anyway."

Tsukiyo smiled at the woman's statement, and she continued to sob as her heart pleased.

"Why do you look so hurt, kid?" The woman's voice continued, in a gentle hypnotizing way.

Tsukiyo did not show any willingness to answer but after a moment, she finally blurted it out.

"I never thought my f –, they would mistrust me." She said between her sobs. Saying the word "family" was getting harder every moment she remembered her tribulation. Right then, she had successfully halt herself from sobbing. She sniffed, and wiped those, she deemed, useless tears.

She felt the woman's embrace uplifted from her. "Now, you seem fine," she said, empty-toned again. Tsukiyo was amused, mood swings. It was the first time she encountered someone with such psychological difficulty. And she was even pretty.

"I'll get some water," she said and left the room.

Tsukiyo gazed around the room. Everything seems wooden, traditional Japanese style. Was she in Japan all of a sudden?

"Japanese-inspired," the man said noticing her behavior. "Felicity loves Japan," he continued.

"So I'm not in Japan?" Tsukiyo asked with a frown.

"Obviously," he answered, following a slight laughter. "By the way, my name is Fiamma Astretto and the red-head woman is Felicity."

"You're wife?" She asked again.

"My, this is becoming an interview session," he said. He took a sit on chair beside the bed. "Yes, she's my wife, and six months from now we're having our first baby. Now isn't that what good life is all about?" He smiled, reflecting how approachable a person he is.

"Is she really like that?" She shot a question again, as if not absorbing how she should be happy for them.

"What do you mean?" Fiamma asked back.

"That, err…," she paused thinking how she should ask him about Felicity's mood swings.

"Oh, the mood swings… amusing isn't it?" He asked her.

"Ahahaha." That was all what came out from her mouth. No comment.

"I've got your water," Felicity said entering the door. Really, it looks like she didn't want to enter the room but what can she do, her beloved was inside that room. She gave the water to Tsukiyo. "Here have some more so you can have more to cry out later."

Where did she get such idea? But was it really like that? Tsukiyo shrugged. None of her business, but she found Felicity really… amusing, wasn't she? Tsukiyo smiled.

Tsukiyo stared outside the window which showed the plain view of gigantic trees. Judging by the view outside, it was late afternoon. "You live near that forest?"

"What do you mean live near, we live in the forest," Fiamma answered, approaching Felicity and hugged the woman from her back. The couple smiled at each other.

Oh my, what a sweet couple. Wait…"So you mean, the V-varia Headquarters is near?" She asked quite loud which made both of them raise an eyebrow.

"There's a considerable distance between this place and that place," Felicity answered. "Why? Are you supposed to go back in there? But I was sure you were running to the opposite direction yesterday."

She twitched at that. She didn't let them see her face.

"If you want to, I can contact Xanxus to send some subordinates to fetch you here," Fiamma said.

"No!" She protested immediately. "I don't want to go back in there!"

That made both of them baffled at her behavior. And that was when Tsukiyo saw Felicity pointing a gun at her. "Now tell me, kid, are you an enemy of the Vongola?"

She didn't know where the lady drew that gun. Tsukiyo's eyes widened at the surprise threat on her life. Then she remembered the same situation she and Xanxus were caught in eleven years ago. Some unknown guy was pointing a gun at them. Ready to aim for their lives. This woman had the same determination in her eyes. And then she understood, Fiamma and Felicity are Vongola.

She wanted to die, didn't she? This was her chance, she thought.

"And what if I am?" She talked back, this time meeting her menacing eyes which she pretended that had no effect on her. They gazed at each other for a while until Felicity was ready to pull the trigger. She was stopped by Fiamma by grabbing the gun effortlessly from his beloved.

"Quit it, Felicity," he said. "She's just having some hard time." Fiamma strode in front of him. "If I'm not mistaken, you're Tsukiyo Sawada, correct?"

Tsukiyo nodded as response, looking at him quizzically. The man knows something.

"We had orders to bring you back… to Varia… alive." He emphasized every word in his statement. Sternly, unbreakable in any way.

"Please, don't. I don't want to go back," Tsukiyo said. "That's not the place for me."

Felicity grabbed her by her clothes. "Quit fucking around!" Tsukiyo couldn't even believe this was the woman who was consoling her moments ago. "Do you think it's easy for their part, too? Stop being selfish Tsukiyo Sawada, you're not the only one who's suffering at this situation. You should understand - this is the mafia. This is for your family's safety. This isn't your ideal world! Wake up, will you?" There was more that Felicity had said; but to Tsukiyo, those didn't matter anymore.

She was right. This wasn't just her life. She wasn't some kind of god that would matter to the world. She was a just a human with a family and life out of the ordinary. This is the mafia. She should have thought. Her father must have suffered, too. Even her grandfather. Worst of all, her little brother Tsunayoshi. He must have been through a great ordeal before dealing with this being tenth generation boss business.

"Our orders were to bring you there before the night falls," Fiamma broke into her thoughts. She gazed outside again. That would be a few hours by now. She stood up.

"Let's get going then," she said to them. She made up her mind. Everything's going to be alright. But inside her, nothing was all right. She had seen that it might not just her who was suffering but it feels like it didn't make a big difference. She wondered.

Tsukiyo and Fiamma were waiting outside the Japanese-inspired house. Felicity went back inside the house to get something important.

"What's taking her so long?" Fiamma muttered watching the whole traditional Japanese-inspired house .

At that moment, Tsukiyo was getting uneasy. "Let's go see her, Fiamma."

She was about to take her step when a loud explosion coming from the house shocked them.

"Felicity!" He shouted in despair, running towards the house, but Tsukiyo tried to grabbed him from the blinding doom he was about to approach. The house was burning in an instant, its wooden walls crumbling down. But that wasn't all; men appeared surrounding them. They were holding their own firearms.

"Fiamma Astretto," one of them spoke. He had an unruly short brown hair, and was smirking devilishly at the person whom he addressed.

"You bastard!" Fiamma shouted in anger.

"You should have thought that living in such dangerous place will get you nowhere but death."

It was a foolish deed for a mafioso to act on his own accord without thinking, but Fiamma's thoughts were clouded. His wife and his child were gone, killed in a second he wasn't with them. He pulled out a revolver from his coat and fired at the brown-haired man. He shot him fair on the head which sent the man to his death. But his subordinates paid his greeting with a shower of bullets. Fiamma didn't care about dying but he wanted to be true to his word. He covered Tsukiyo, instructing her to duck down the ground. Amidst the ambush, Fiamma talked to her.

"You know, Tsukiyo, people tend to destroy the lives of people even though they love them very much. You know why?" In an abrupt situation they were in, Tsukiyo was astonished by Fiamma's guts to question her.

"Because they think that it's for the best of those people, isn't it? A stupid theory," she replied, nonetheless.

"Maybe," he smiled. "Be strong, Tsukiyo. The world might not be friendly with you. But who cares about the world. Sometimes, you just need to be selfish. That's the way of living. Without selfishness, there is no charity."

"Why are you like this all of a sudden?"

"Tsukiyo, someone told me to tell you this..." He winced in pain. Bullets had already infiltrated his being. He had such resolve to live, or was it just because he wanted to tell her something?

"Fiamma! You're bleeding, damn it!" She couldn't do anything. She was no doctor.

"It's alright."

Tears started to well up in her eyes. "Fiamma, why are you protecting me? You idiot."

"An order. Live, Tsukiyo. That was the message. So please, if you don't have any reasons to live, then have mine. Live for me and my family."

And he fell completely on her.

She didn't know how much time had passed. Tsukiyo didn't move. Her eyes were just staring at oblivion. She was soaked in blood, Fiamma's blood. The men weren't around anymore. They left them, thinking that there was no life spared from the ambush. She didn't do anything. She couldn't do anything. She felt Fiamma's weight on her body but the barrenness she felt burdened her more.

She shoved Fiamma's cold body to her side. She stood. She watched as the house annihilated itself with fire. She watched the dead body which covered her and saved her life. Tears continued to flow from her eyes.

Yes, this is the mafia world. But must it be this cruel?

Live, Tsukiyo… for me and my family. She heard Fiamma's voice. She felt resentment against him. Fiamma knows a side of her. She couldn't die now. Now that he passed to her something she must value. She ought them something.

"Tsukiyo!" She heard someone called her name. It was her father's voice. Behind him were armed mans in formal black suites.

She wiped those tears and turned to him. She knows what he was thinking. All of it was her doing. She saw his eyes gazed at the burning house and the body of Fiamma Astretto, and then back to her who was soaking in blood.

"Where is Felicity?" He asked her, his tone insinuating something she didn't even want to notice.

Her father didn't know what happened and here she was accused by him, of a murder. It was no surprise, he saw her back then. He saw she killed. He saw how she mercilessly killed those men when she was six. But that wasn't of her will.

"She was inside the house," she replied, trying to keep her voice intact. Of all people, she doesn't want to look weak in front of the person who told her to be strong.

"Tsukiyo, tell me, did you…"

"I did not do it!" She shouted, interfering from the question, rather, the accusation he was so willing to confirm. She wanted to tell him what really happened. It wasn't her.

They were ambushed and Fiamma protected her. The man saved him. And she did nothing…

Three lives. That moment of her life cost three lives and it wasn't worth it. Felicity, Fiamma and their unborn child deserve a happy life so why is she the one breathing at the end?

She ran again. With all of these things, toppling with each other, it was what she always resorted to. She ignored the call of her father.

It wasn't worth it, Fiamma. Why did you save me?

Haha. 12 Chapters already and Belphegor was still out of sight. Peace out. He'll come out soon.