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She halted and took a few steps. She was still feeling desolate. Things were happening so fast, she had no idea what's going on. Was she being toyed? But she knew it wasn't a prank at all. Everything was going fine, though it wasn't fine to her at all.

She stared up the sky. Night would fall soon, and she had not a place to stay. She heard nearing footsteps. She hid behind a tree, in the shadows. It was her father's men, looking for her. She slid down the ground, covering her mouth in order not to make any unnecessary noise. Suddenly, her head felt like it was like clashing with a wall. It hurt. But at her best, she tried not to shout. At that ordeal, memories flowed into her mind. Another set of memory she had no idea of.

In those memories, she was older. Her brown hair was tied in a long braid, hanging behind her back leaving some locks and bangs in facade of her face.

"I presume you already know who I am, Byakuran," Tsukiyo said smugly at the white-haired man who was sitting comfortably on the white sofa. The man was giving him a smile which she deemed fake. Bel's grin was even more awesome than that.

"Ah, yes, Tsukiyo Sawada, is it?" He said, picking up a marshmallow and stuffing it on his mouth. "What business do you have from me?" He asked staring at her intently.

"Let me join the Millefiorre," she said, her tone unwavering.

Byakuran almost raised an eyebrow but he gave her an interested look. "Now, isn't that surprising, Tsu-chan, why would you want to join my family. Had plans of betraying me afterwards?" His tone sounded nothing, like it wasn't a big deal to him at all.

Tsukiyo just stared at him not affected of his accusation. "You're wrong. I had severed my ties with Vongola."

"You really do sound suspicious, Tsu-chan," Byakuran commented nonchalantly. "But… if you insist, I might as well try to test to where your loyalty lies. I'm easy to talk to after all."

"By what means?" Tsukiyo asked, as if already prepared. She met his playful eyes that had turned grave.

"Next week, your little brother and I will have a peace meeting. At that meeting, I want you to shoot him," he said directly, observing her reactions to what he said.

Tsukiyo, on the other hand, didn't falter. She knows what she was doing. This is the right thing, she thought, anger raising up every second she recalled talking with her little brother. This is what Tsuna wants; then he will get it.

"Understood."

The meeting was going fine until Byakuran disagreed with having Vongola as an ally family, and when his subordinates drew out their firearms. Byakuran's men outnumbered Tsuna for he was alone. None of his guardians were around nor was any guard with him. Tsukiyo showed herself wearing a white suit, the uniform of the White Spell, and her long wavy hair at loose.

"This is what you asked for Tsuna," she said in an emotionless tone. She pulled out a gun and pointed it at Tsuna, not even shaking nor there were any hesitations seen in her. Tsuna looked funereal at her. He was frowning at the unexpected turn of events. He was good, she thought. He's really was good actor, and she hated him more.

"Arrivederci, ototo-kun." And a loud shot of ammo echoed in the whole room. He was dead. Tsuna was dead. She killed him, and aimed at the vital part of a human's anatomy – right where his heart is. His little brother's body was soaking in blood. He had fallen on the ground without even gasping his last words.

"Well done, Tsukiyo," Byakuran praised in a delighted tone. "I never knew you could actually kill your own little brother." He laughed blasphemously and that laughter reverberated inside her mind.

Tsuna's gone. He's really gone. But there was no regret.

The pain on hear head had ceased slowly.

But she was left shocked. She had sided with the Millefiorre, an enemy of the Vongola. The family who had killed her little brother, and the most appalling of them all, she killed Tsuna. She shot Tsuna right on his chest. And she did it as if he was not of the same blood.

Tsukiyo was shaking. No, she couldn't do that to Tsuna. I might have killed but it was not of my will. How could I kill Tsuna? There's no way I can…

Anger was rising up within her. She was furious of herself. No way. She stopped herself from crying, she struggled of silence. But the rage she was feeling was increasing. She held herself… until her body won't move on her own accord. She couldn't breathe at first. She gasped for air. It was as if she was about to die but her mouth bellowed a loud scream. She couldn't stop herself. She continued screaming, no matter how she stopped herself, she can't halt her shouts. It was as if, her body volunteered to act on its own without her consent.

Her body vented out its misery, without her permission.

Then she felt someone's arm wrapped around her. It was her father.

"It's all right, Tsukiyo. Everything's going to be alright. You should take some rest. Trust me, Tsukiyo. I believe in you. You wouldn't hurt a family. I raised you with that, and you promised. You don't break your promises."

It was the one of those things she wanted to hear ever since her suffering. And somehow, those words calmed her.

Someone said he trust me. And with that thought, she drifted to her sleep.

Tsukiyo came back to her senses finding herself behind bars, but to her, it didn't matter. Maybe, she really deserved to be locked in there. She sighed finding herself in that dim-lighted room. Her father said he trusts her, then why would he lock her up? She didn't mind it though. Maybe, he had lied. She smiled bitterly. How cruel… but I'm the cruelest. She thought while remembering those memories that had come to her.

She observed the room where she was imprisoned. Its cold dark walls didn't even provide her warmth. And crueler than being imprisoned by her beloved family was that there was not even a bed or a blanket around. The cell was empty except for her presence.

Hey, doesn't that mean they weren't going to keep you in this place for a long time? Said that part of her mind.

She leaned on the wall feeling so weak and she remembered the time when she was kidnapped by Rasiel and Fran. She was imprisoned back then, too. She smiled. Back then, the Varia saved her. Even Xanxus who seem not to care at all came. It was like a dream but those seemed so far away now.

Suddenly, she was trembling again. She cursed inside. "Damn it. Damn it. Damn it," she muttered, almost in the verge of crying. I can't remember even doing those things and it felt so real. Damn it.

"Done with talking to yourself, scum."

Tsukiyo looked at the man who was now standing outside her sect. He stood as authoritative as he always was.

"Xan-nii."

Sigh. Still no Bel.