Tsukiyo knew she had successfully taken over her flames despite loathing her attribute. The first step was just controlling her flames, she thought. With that, she can establish her own offense. She gave herself a smirk. With this, she will be able to avenge Fiamma's death. Not only Fiamma's but also Felicity's and their soon to be child.

Lal Milch and Byakuran had been helpful, of course. If it wasn't because of them, she would not know how to control her flames nor how to attack an opponent.

Treading her way towards her room, an unexpected meeting with Xanxus was set up by her nemesis named unluckiness. She halted right on track, not even looking at him.

As the usual greeting, Xanxus was glaring at her. She felt the weighing stares he was giving her and she knew it all regarded Fiamma. She can't blame him. She was that useless back then. She wasn't able to save Fiamma.

He walked silently towards her and all of a sudden, Xanxus pinned her to the wall. Her body almost broke at the sudden impact. His grip was unyielding, showing no sympathy even Tsukiyo was trembling. She could fight but she didn't have the will. She was scared.

"I wouldn't have minded if Fiamma died. But to know that you let his killers get away was more resentful," he said in a tone blaming her. "To think that that old man would return you here. I thought he would know better. We don't need thrash in Varia. Are they not even thinking that they are risking Vongola?" He asked, an evident sarcasm in his voice. "Or maybe, because they know that we can freely kill you once you are proven to impose threat." He smirked.

It wasn't only her pride that was marred. Her whole being was. He was pushing her to her uselessness, to her weakness. Putting the blame of betrayal on her.

On her right hand, her shadowy flames started to appear. It yielded into a scythe, taking its place in her grip. She attempted to slash him but before she could even succeed, Xanxus' bright amber flame got in the way. He took his step away from her. Tsukiyo's eyes reflected rage. He had no right to judge her. He didn't know what she was feeling. He didn't know what she'd been through.

"Oh, so you're fed up, huh? Now you want to kill me. " Xanxus mocked, frowning at her and the flame scythe she was taking hold of. "Isn't this an evidence that you are betraying Vongola, Sawada Tsukiyo?"

"Who cares about the Vongola?" She asked giving him a smirk, mocking back at him. Before even Xanxus could make up his mind killing her, Tsukiyo jumped out the closest window her eyes had set to.

Xanxus just followed her with his gaze as he watched her stature disappear in the darkness. Tsukiyo was headed to the forest, the infamous Death Mountain.

She had enough of it. They were making her feel so useless. Her resiliency had toppled. If Xanxus was that angry at her for letting Fiamma's killer live, then she will kill night, she will find Fiamma's killers. They will die. Their death will be carried by no other than her.

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Those men had lived in Death Mountains for a long time. They were convicts of Vongola that had been thrown into the Death Mountains to die. But here they are, striving for survival. They kill in order not to be killed. That was always the rule in the mafia. That's why in a world like this, mercy shouldn't exist. To put it bluntly, mercy was another word for death.

That's why they killed Fiamma Astretto. He was a foolish man thinking that he could gain their trust. They knew after all, Fiamma was going to kill them. They just stepped ahead first.

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Tsukiyo knew that those men were prisoners of Vongola. She already got used to the cruelty existing in the mafia. Adaptability was it?

In mafia, there was a thing called retribution which was inevitable. Once you had taken a life, retribution was the consequence. That was why they continue to annihilate each other – to avenge the life of the other. It was a never-ending cycle and Tsukiyo had accepted it. Not in a blind way. The world was like that. From the beginning, it was vindictive life. The world itself had no plans to open its eyes. It will be blinded as long as the people in it continue to act so.

With the pressure of her flames playing with the wind, she had successfully floated in the air. She had successfully mastered what Byakuran told her to think of her flames as wings on her back but she thought it was like being so hackneyed. You don't need wings to fly.

With flame which was one with the night, Fiamma's killers will never be prepared of their impending death. Suddenly, it started to rain as if getting to ready wash a bloody battle, but for Tsukiyo blood will have to prevail.

Finally, she found them, having their unknowingly last merriment. Without even thinking twice, her flame scythe appeared at the signal of her hand. Ominous black dagger-like flares started to dance above them. However, no one noticed until blood started to spatter everywhere.

Screams of torment and suffering was all Tsukiyo was hearing but she didn't care. This was all for Fiamma. All for revenge. She swung her scythe, cutting every single person her eyes had laid on to. She was deaf of their pleas. She didn't even notice herself soaking in the blood of her victims. Victims? Tch, they deserve it, her mind said.

She was about to slash one person when she heard a loud voice yelling at her stop. It was who she expected when she turned around. Man, every time she does something like this, her father would always be there. My, was that moral support? She couldn't even describe the look on his face. Iemitsu Sawada was disappointed, helpless and was even staring at her incredulously as if he can't believe what he just saw.

"Tsukiyo, why did you do this?" He asked, frowning at her. It was noticeable how he was concealing his anger.

She did not reply. She just stared at her father, no regret seen in her eyes. Rather, those eyes were ruthless.

"You broke your words, Tsukiyo," she heard him say.

Tsukiyo laughed sardonically. She laughed really loud, mocking her father, showing him insolence.

"Who were you kidding, old man? Who wouldn't change after such circumstances? Messing with me and my life wasn't enough, eh? And you're still going to make me promise not to change? The hell with this!" She shouted back angrily.

"This was what I was afraid of, Tsukiyo," Timoteo said, stepping out of the shadows. "You lost yourself easily." His remarked was accompanied by a dismal tone which made Tsukiyo felt more irritating.

"I told you didn't I? Who will not change with those turn of events?" Tsukiyo replied, not in a manner of question but accusation. She had enough of his father's words and even Timoteo. She doesn't care about the Vongola. She took her strode towards Iemitsu in a hasty manner, with the scythe ready to rip him as if he was not a relative.

They have no right to tell her that she was wrong when in the first place they were the one who judge her. They didn't know what really happened in the future. They didn't know.

Iemitsu tried to avoid her but she turned her scythe to the direction where he leaped to. There was no turning back; he was going to be cut. Luckily, it seems like her blade had clashed something different. He was surprised of the sudden appearance of the person he last wanted to see fighting with Tsukiyo – Sawada Tsunayoshi, his son, her brother.

He had a flame on her forehead, his amber eyes were more unwavering. He was in hyper mode and was holding back Tsukiyo's scythe with his gloves covered with his brilliant reddish-orange flame.

"Tsuki-nee, stop this already!" He hollered at her with his usual frown.

Surprised with Tsuna's sudden emergence, Tsukiyo leaped back in astonishment. However, her eyes didn't loss its ruthlessness.

"Oh, if it isn't Tsuna?" She said mockingly in a cold tone.

"How did it end up like this?" Tsuna asked throwing Tsukiyo and Iemitsu a perplexed look.

"Jyuudaime!"

"Tsuna!"

Tsukiyo knew it was Gokudera and Yamamoto, Tsuna's friends, and much to her knowledge now, his storm and rain guardian.

"Master!" Another one called, who also managed to catch her attention. It was Basil.

When their gaze fell to her, every one of them was giving her a confused look, more like a critical assessment. She can read the silent words coming out from their mouths. They all mouthed her name, still in disbelief at the sudden turn of events. She knew they didn't expect her to be their adversary for the moment.

She didn't know how much of Fiamma's murderers were still alive, but that didn't matter anymore considering that she had eliminated most of them. The bloody field didn't even concern her.

And this was her problem now, she was surrounded by Vongola. All against her. Now, how can she perhaps win?

All she can hear now was the incoherent words mumbled by the remaining people who were still breathing at their supposed to be death. The sound of the rain didn't also escape her ears.

They were all standing motionless that Tsukiyo lost her interest in having conversations.

She initiated the fight. She surge towards Tsuna, her scythe ready to swing to his right. She saw Tsuna's movements attempting to leap back at the momentum of her scythe. Much to her agility, she turned counterclockwise around at an incredible pace, alternating the direction of her scythe hitting his back slashing him possibly to death. Her little brother's blood dashed at the air. However, it was a bluff. Yamamoto ran at his aid. The Tsuna she had slain dissipated merely as clear water. That was a technique of Yamamoto used to fool his opponents. One sort of an illusion.

She saw Tsuna floating with his gloved hands covered with flames steering him in mid air.

"You've become this good, eh, ototo-kun?" She spoke in an unpleasant amazement. She frowned at him. She hated the look in Tsuna's face. The one that was showing her sympathy. His eyes were even asking her how she can do such a dreadful thing. She suddenly remembered Tsuna's face before she killed him in the future. It irritated her more.

From the gesture of her hand, black dagger-like flares surrounded Tsuna but before she was able to heave them towards him, Gokudera, Yamamoto and Basil attacked her at once. She had no choice but dodge Gokudera's dynamites and Basil's triangular blade. However, she fell on Gokudera's trap; it wasn't dynamite but a smoke bomb causing her to lose awareness of where Basil's triangular blade will came from to hit her. She might have successfully dodged it but her left cheek was grazed. A minimal amount of blood flowed from it but it was just a shallow cut so she didn't have to worry.

She was surprised of the sudden lunge of Yamamoto's sword towards her. Out of reflex, she managed to make him step back at the sudden disappearance of her scythe. She grinned. That was a bluff, Yama-kun. This is what doubting accounts to. You're getting yourself fooled.

She saw Tsuna landed in front of his allies, still frowning at her unexpected alteration.

"Tsuki-nee, why would you such thing? You who valued your family a great deal!" Tsukiyo knew he was angry from the intensity his voice.

Tsukiyo's mind protested. He has no right to get angry at her. They have no right, and that irritated her more.

Pausing from the fight, she retracted in a standing position. "Ne, Tsuna. Do you know what made me betray Vongola?"

All of them was looking at her, waiting for the answer of her query. She wiped the blood on her left cheek with her hands.

"It was you."