Belphegor was the one whom Xanxus ordered to fetch Tsukiyo from the Vongola Mansion. His boss was quite not pleased when he was giving him his orders. He just said that they were sending her back.

He halted in front of Tsukiyo's cell finding her leaning on the wall facing the cold iron bars. She was looking grim but she gazed to his direction upon noticing his presence.

"Shishishi. You aren't looking well, Tsu-chan." He grinned, pulling out the keys from his pocket. He unlocked wedge closing her in that space and entered.

Tsukiyo gave him a small smile. "Look who's here," she said and attempted to stand up but she wearily fell on her knees. Belphegor noticed something wrong. Tsukiyo was wheezing, like she was tired of running. He drew closer to her.

"You're sick," he said as he felt Tsukiyo's forehead with his palm. "And you're clothes are damp. They weren't taking good care of you, huh?" He said in a mocking tone, gripping her sleeve that Tsukiyo can tell he was angry. He carried her bridal-style and Tsukiyo did nothing to protest. She was out of vigor and she didn't notice that she slept.

Belphegor was feeling disappointed. It seems like Tsukiyo was left out in there – to die. He stared at her sleeping face, and something more mirrored in there. She was in pain, he can tell. He heard about Tsukiyo and the so-thought conspiracy regarding her betrayal. He suddenly felt resentment against the Vongola. The future hasn't come yet and here they are being problematic about it. And worse, Tsukiyo was suffering the most. Of course, he knew what she had done in the future but the future they were heading right now is a different one, right? They just have to prevent Tsukiyo from doing that act. Easy job.

He missed the girl. Even if she stayed in Varia for a short duration, he had somehow taken a liking at her. The primary reason, of course, was because of his naively cruel hobbies. Tsukiyo was the one of the best person he had ever pulled his skills on, or maybe just for plain entertainment. In other words, she was the target of his beloved intricately designed daggers. He also enjoyed watching Tsukiyo's expressions as he asks Marmon to hurl illusions at her, the way she tried to hide at places she thought was safe from him, and the way she avoids him and the other Varia officers.

But now he was holding the pitiable Tsukiyo in his hands.

And as much as he wanted to deny it, he didn't like the suffering she was going through. (As if he himself didn't add up to her miserable life.)

On the way out of that dark and cold underground prison, he stared at her pained sleeping face. She looked so fragile that he wanted to protect and cherish the girl in his hands.

Why would he really care about this girl? He asked his self.

Maybe, because I like her. He grinned at that thought. Since he met her, she liked the girl already, not in romantic sense but as a playmate. I like her, huh?

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Tsukiyo's eyes were closed but she knew she was out of the prison as she felt that her clothes were changed. It all felt comfortable now, physically, but she was mentally and emotionally in quandary. Just like the endless abyss her eyes were settled in.

She felt someone watching over her. Upon opening her eyes, she found it was no other than the grinning Belphegor.

"How do you feel now, Tsu-chan?" Tsukiyo missed that Cheshire grin of his. She had to admit that after all the rapid circumstances that happened to her.

She smiled at him but it felt different. The past incidents seemed to have lessened her mood of hilarity.

She sat up on the bed. "I'm fine now," she said. "Neh, Bel, you know these past days. I've been finding myself waking up at different places." She gave out a small laughter. But Bel didn't even laugh with her. He just grinned in amusement.

"Where am I?" She asked gazing around the room.

"Still in the Vongola Mansion," he replied.

"So I'm not in Varia?"

Belphegor didn't respond but to Tsukiyo she thought she heard his voice saying, "Obviously."

She sighed.

"Bel, when you killed your family, what did you feel?" It was an out-of-the-blue question. She herself didn't know why she asked that. But she wanted to know what others felt when they had killed their own family. To her, she only felt remorse.

Belphegor, on the other hand, was taken aback by the sudden question. "Shishishi. Bringing that now."

"I'm sorry if it was a sudden question," Tsukiyo apologized and turned her gaze away from him. "You can just forget I asked it."

"I forgot," he replied.

"Eh?" She stared at him in confusion.

"Maybe I was extremely happy," he said back again. Hearing that, Tsukiyo felt a cold shiver ran down her spine.

"Let me tell you a secret, Tsu-chan. The Vongola knows I'm a battle genius but actually I can only be that when seeing my own royal blood. I discovered it when I killed Rasiel, but unfortunately the bastard was alive."

Tsukiyo blinked. "And you killed your family because of that?"

"Who knows," came the immediate reply accompanied by an uncaring shrug of his shoulders. "Why bring up the past?"

Tsukiyo was silent. He was right, why bring up the past, but hers was…

She was lost. She was at lost. She really felt like a complete idiot without knowing what really was happening around her. Was she that naïve?

There was a knock on the door. Iemitsu and Basil entered the room. "Belphegor, may I have a talk with my daughter," Iemitsu said.

Belphegor just nodded and took a last gaze at Tsukiyo before he left without even saying goodbye. Basil even took his step outside after giving her his regards.

Tsukiyo didn't feel anything against his dad. Nah, that's impossible. Even though she felt like it was more like she was the one who failed him, she can't stop the feeling of grudge within. There were a lot of things they were not telling her. And here she was being so ignorant about things she should know. Nonetheless, Tsukiyo felt blameworthy.

"I'm sorry," they said in unison and silence followed. Iemitsu took a sit on a chair beside the bed.

"You must have a lot of questions running in your mind, yes, Tsukiyo?"

Tsukiyo just nodded. She had the feeling that once she speak, she might break out into tears. Of all people, she didn't want to look weak in front of his father. How could she show him that she was capable of protecting her family if she would look so sympathetic?

Iemitsu sighed. He ruffled her hair. "I'm sorry for letting you get into that prison without caring for your wellness. I didn't even think you were going to be sick. As your father, I failed," he said in an apologetic tone."I'd been careless."

"Y-yeah, you were," Tsukiyo remarked not looking at him. She took a deep breath and she was shaking. And Iemitsu knew she was crying. "D-dad, I saw Tsuna. I… I k-killed him. I don't even know why." It was hard to speak out those words. It felt like she was lying but in fact, she wasn't. She saw it clearly, what she had done. "I had these sudden memories… I don't even know where they came from. It doesn't feel me anymore. I'm losing myself."

Iemitsu felt her despair. She didn't know a lot of things about herself and he regretted sealing her memories from the past. It all felt like it was his fault. Tsukiyo's suffering was his own doing. And he had decided, he will tell Tsukiyo all the things that she should know.

He embraced her daughter. "Tsukiyo, I hope you won't change. Promise me you'll always be Tsukiyo no matter what you found out. Don't let these fast present swept the real you."

She stared at him. "Not change. Easy for you to say," she said in a mocking tone but she gave out a small smile. "I'll try."

Iemitsu smiled back. "What did I say regarding promises?" He wiped those tears flowing from her eyes.

"There's no 'I'll try'."

"So?"

"I will."

"That's my daughter," he replied, ruffling her brown hair again. What Iemitsu didn't know was that Tsukiyo was controlling the rage inside her. Of all things to ask, why must it be something hard to accomplish. To Tsukiyo, this was all part of a façade she didn't even know she was paranoid about. She didn't know what to do anymore so she just agreed with Iemitsu.