Left alone in the room provided for her in the Vongola mansion, Tsukiyo just lounged on her bed staring at the ceiling thinking of nothing in particular. And then she smiled. She knew why she killed Tsuna. Seems like a parcel of her future memory came to her. Damn that little brother of mine.

But before those memories flowed into her, her father explained everything. The mafia, the Vongola, the flames, Tsuna, the future… and her. Of course, it was all astounding. She never expected getting mixed up with the mafia but here she was. Since she was a kid, she was involved. She never thought all of those could happen to her and at an instant, her life would change drastically. But just as her father said, she was a fast-settler. She can easily adapt but she was still a human. She can still feel anger towards them; at least, she was good at controlling it.

She promised her dad not to change, and she doesn't break her promises but how can she not change after all that had happened? That promise itself violates being unbreakable. Beyond human limitations, it does.

Estraneo's gone, the future suddenly became the past, Tsuna – whether he likes it or not – will be the Vongola's next boss, and she was stumbling down. However, the Vongola wasn't aware of some fluctuation on Tsukiyo's personality. She will not always be her. She will not stay as the same person as she was.

For the time being, she was busy contemplating why they were sending her back to Varia as her father told her. And also, there was something she had promised to herself – she will find Fiamma's killers and take revenge. Maybe, that's one of the things that had changed.

She didn't tell anyone yet the reason why she had betrayed Vongola. She thought it wasn't necessary anymore. She was branded a traitor and locked up. It was at least worthy to keep it from them to reciprocate her suffering. And this was the change her father was talking about, she wanted to get even. She wanted retribution.

She was waiting for Belphegor. They said the infamous Prince the Ripper was going to take her back to the Varia headquarters. Come to think of it, she thought. She never thought of Varia's epic conducts for a while.

And then Xanxus entered her mind. The man was angry at her for letting Fiamma die and worst, letting his killers get away. She sighed. Maybe, going back to Varia wasn't a good idea. Just thinking of taking her first step in the headquarters was bloodcurdling.

She closed her eyes. Maybe, a little nap would at least calm her system. She didn't know how many seconds was her nap (as if seconds of nap are even considered as catnap) when she heard various movements inside her room. She sat up and found Bel sitting on the chair beside the bed. His face was still marked with that Cheshire grin of his.

"Ready to go, Tsu-chan?" He asked, tossing one of his intricately designed knifes up in the air and seizing it again without getting cut. If that was for some kind of entertainment, Tsukiyo would misunderstand since Bel providing her that was impossible. She had gotten suspicious. Maybe, Bel would try to throw that knife to her like what he had always been doing in the Varia Headquarters.

He seemed to notice her gaze following the direction of his knife, to and fro. He knew what she was thinking, and so he kept it, though he was amused by Tsukiyo's sudden wariness.

"We're still in the Vongola Mansion. Your father might kill me and misunderstand that I was threatening your life. Fathers have soft spots for their daughters, after all. Shishishi."

She stood up, raising an eyebrow. She fixed her black suit which Basil lent her. "Oh, really? How'd you known that?"

"Shishishi. Let's get moving then," he said, ignoring her question. He went behind her and held her shoulders pushing her out of the room.

"Hey, why are you so worked up with this?" Tsukiyo asked turning to face him, frowning.

"You really want to know?" He asked, thought-provoking her. His face nearing just inches apart from hers.

Because you like me and you want me back to Varia. She didn't say it aloud. Her mind just shouted it. She turned against him in order to hide her reddened face.

"Seems like I got the idea," her mouth said and at that time, she wanted to hit herself. Who on earth would reply such an evident narcissism? You. It was her mind again. And she continued clashing mentally with herself.

"Shishishi. Hahahaha!" This time, it was Tsukiyo's turn to be amused. Bel just laughed, his hand seizing his hair as if he doesn't want somebody to see his laughing face. His laughter was different from that shishishi-ing. It was more pleasant than that. "Tsukiyo Sawada, you're really something," he grinned.

And she was blushing more. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up," she muttered as she continued to get away from him.

Tsukiyo and Belphegor didn't notice Timoteo watching them, a smile of amusement mirrored in his face. When they were gone, Timoteo spoke.

"The boy was right, Iemitsu. Fathers have soft spots for their daughter."

Iemitsu stepped out from the shadows. "You're really sly, Ninth."

"Tsukiyo's growing up, Iemitsu. I wonder who's going to be her groom when that day comes," Timoteo deadpanned but insinuated something to Iemitsu who just watched his back as he traced back his steps to his office.

"Well, that's not for me to decide, is it?" Iemitsu sighed.