I do now own KHR.

Xanxus just gave her a cold look. He couldn't forgive her. Because of her…

"I wish you never had appeared here, trash." He said it with much despise on his tone. He didn't care if she was trembling, or when those tears glistened from her eyes. She could just die for all he cares just like what he wished the last time they met back when she was six.

"Why didn't you kill them?" He continued, starting calmly.

Tsukiyo frowned at him.

He hated that look. He hated idiocy. He hated this girl who couldn't even use her power to avenge the death of those who had protected her.

"Don't give me that look, trash! Why didn't you kill Fiamma's murderers? Where did those flames of yours go? They disappeared, huh?" He was sarcastic and furious at that. He wanted to break in and kill her with his own hands but Fiamma died because of her, he died protecting her. If he kills her now, it would reflect the futility of Fiamma's actions. He didn't want that. Fiamma was always reliable. And furthermore, he didn't want to break his words to her arrogant father Iemitsu and his so called father Timoteo. Tsukiyo was under his care.

Fiamma was the only person he could trust. And now the bastard was gone.

Xanxus wasn't supposedly in the Vongola or the Varia. He never thought of joining the mafia. But when her mother saw that he had flames, she instantly met with Timoteo saying that he was of the same blood. That he was his son. And he believed that because Timoteo confirmed it. But he lied.

Before being a part of Vongola, he was a kid of the street. They were poor and he resorted to being a theft. He was eight back then, and he usually got involved in street fights. He always won. Maybe one of the reasons why his mother wants him out of her life was because of his troublesome delinquency, and not because the woman love him and was thinking of his wellness.

He met Fiamma while beating the crap out of an older boy who was the first to picked out the fight in the first place. Fiamma didn't stop him, he just watched him. Xanxus was annoyed at that. It feels like he was picking up a fight, too. Fiamma refused to fight him though, saying that he couldn't beat him at all. He lied, of course. Fiamma could easily pin him down the ground. The sixteen year old bastard was actually good with everything. He even showed him how to hold a gun and aim properly without missing. From then on, they were always together, like brothers always would.

If there's one thing that was peculiar of him, Xanxus would say it was his 'philosophical' side. Fiamma was always talking about life and everything about it, not like he cared but he listened. Maybe, he was the only one who listens to his thoughts. He was like his journal, after all. When he started residing in the Vongola mansion, it was a surprise to know that Fiamma was a part of them. He was pleased at that. And founding out a lot of things about the mafia world indeed impressed him, and that was the start of his ambitions. He wanted to rule the most powerful famiglia.

And if there's one thing more that was peculiar of their relationship, they hated each other but they were comrades. They were envious of each other's character and thus resulting to hatred. Xanxus doesn't have any concern of the world but himself and yet he regarded Fiamma as a higher person, even higher than Timoteo. He was just the right person he was looking for a good friend, nah, right hand man maybe.

But now, Fiamma is dead. He was killed, and his murderers didn't even indulge in their worthy punishment. He died because of a girl who was unworthy to live. He glared at her.

Tsukiyo didn't understand him at all, at first; but everything went clear. Why he was angry at her was because she wasn't able to help out Fiamma. Xanxus was right. If only she knew how to use her flames, she could have killed those men before they even got him. But she did nothing. She was useless. She watched him as he turned away. Noticing that she was all alone again made her feel even more miserable. Heavens, what did I do to deserve this?

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

Timoteo stood in front the prison of a man he will despise forever. He would like to kill him but that was like giving the doctor some mercy. This man didn't deserve any mercy at all. He had used a lot of innocent children on his experiments. He had used them like a guinea pig and was even insisting that it was for the good of Estraneo family. Timoteo was surprised though when he heard that this doctor was summoning his presence because he had something important to tell.

"So you came, Vongola Nono," the doctor started in a weak yet stubborn voice. He even managed to give a small grin. That man was lanky, and he looked really pitiful in his dirty ragged clothes.

Timoteo looked at him with no sympathy. "You called for me, I heard."

"Ah, yes, I did. About your external advisor's daughter it is."

Timoteo glared at him. "What do you know about Tsukiyo?"

"You see, Iemitsu isn't that protective of his family. My men were able to capture his precious daughter a lot of times when she was a kid," he said proudly and gave out a laugh.

Timoteo was losing his patience. "What did you do to Tsukiyo?" His voice was becoming demanding and tyrannical but the doctor didn't mind it at all. He wasn't losing that grin on his face.

"Oh, yes, little Tsukiyo was a charming kid, wasn't she?"

"Listen to me, I'll give you three minutes to say what exactly did you do to Tsukiyo," he started bargaining but the man raised an eyebrow.

"Haven't you seen her with such beautiful flames? I heard the Vongola's flame legacy. Too bad, I did a lot of research and found out about Iemitsu and his family. Seems like your children all died so they were useless and you don't expect me to experiment on dead bodies, yes?" He laughed again.

"I was very fascinated with that flame-characteristic of your famiglia so I wanted to see it and I wanted to do a couple of experimentation. I wanted those fiery amber flames to be mine but I failed. However, that failure had done some adjustments. Her flame turned dark, a complete mirror of the night sky. A complete opposite of your attribute, sky guardian. Those impure flames were just beautiful, don't you agree?"

Timoteo sighed, keeping his calm nature. He couldn't accept that. "By telling me this, what do you want?"

The man grinned. "I know you would listen. I heard you were a man who knows how to repay someone. What I want is mercy. Let me out of this prison."

Timoteo prepared to walk away. "Then, mercy it shall be."

The man's face suddenly brightened.

When Vongola Nono was out of the prisoner's area, he approached two men, both in black suites and told him his orders concerning the man convicted in the farthest and deepest part of the underground jail.

"Grant him mercy," he ordered coolly. But not forgetting to say, "Let him out of his cell first."

And underground, you can never hear the sound of bullets unless you're a prisoner down there, too.

Shishi. I made up something about Xanxus' past in here.