Finally!

The last chapter. For all who took their time reading this, thanks a lot.

As for the epic failure of the author to write dramatic situations, let us just move on at the events wherein supposedly, all of it were already settled. Let's say, right after Tsukiyo made up with everybody. Let's not deal with trivial events. Shishishi… *ehem*

Warning: A bit of crackness ahead. (It suddenly turned out to be like that. lol My bad.)

I do not own KHR.

Sawada Tsukiyo stared at the whole commotion in their house's dining room. She was now back in Japan specifically Namimori. As the replay of her usual living, Lambo was again being noisy and bothersome, adding Ipin who was reprimanding him. Tsuna, was just looking gloomy, after Reborn had took his omelet and Bianchi was insisting him her poison cooking. And her mom, as usual, didn't seem to be bothered.

She sliced half of her omelet and transferred the other half to Tsuna's plate.

"Here, Tsu-kun. Eat it before a clever monkey took it in," she said to her little brother, smiling innocently, but was actually insinuating something to Reborn to whom she was staring at intently.

"Are you challenging me, Tsukiyo?" The black fedora-wearing arcobaleno asked.

"Am I?" She asked back, in a staring contest with him.

"Nyahaha! Tsuki-nee, Lambo-sama commands you to give me that other half of your omelet!" Lambo appealed who was suddenly in front of her plate. Before Tsukiyo could even protest, the sly Bovino kid has already stuffed the food inside his big mouth. Tsukiyo, then, was left with nothing on her plate.

"Lambo! That's not good!" Ipin jumped in front of him. "Give it back to Tsuki-nee!"

Ipin's statement did not even lead to any betterment of her mood.

"That's what you get for not watching your food, dame-Tsuki," Reborn said.

"That doesn't even go with my name, you jerk!" Tsukiyo snapped back at him.

"Oooh, it fits perfectly. It's just the same calling Tsuna dame-Tsuna."

Bastard.

Reborn with an exceptional skill of having sixth sense, or rather, reading other people's mind, might have known what the two siblings have called him behind their minds.

"Tsuki-nee, calm down. You can have this back," Tsuna said but unfortunately, Lambo has also eaten the omelet on his plate while they weren't looking. Both of their auras were down casted. They really have a lot of demons lurking inside their house.

"Hey, come on everybody. This is the first time Tsukiyo had taken a breakfast with us after such a long time," her mother said. "Tsu-chan, Tsu-kun, I can cook for you again," she said rising up from her chair. Tsukiyo was grateful she has a mom like her. She was one patient woman. A wife who's not nagging at her husband's absence and was caring enough of her children. She felt guilty of hating her back then but that's already history.

She glanced at the clock hanging on the walls inside the room.

With much haste, Tsukiyo stood up. "Tsuna, if we don't go now, we're going to be late!"

Tsukiyo, of course, wasn't studying at the Namimori Middle School but still, she had a lot of absences already and being late on her comeback was really frustrating and embarrassing.

On the other hand, he knew Tsuna's situation. Hibari Kyoya's famous biting-people-to-death conduct was sure infamous when his school rules were violated.

Tsuna had gone ahead of him. She, on the other hand, took her time walking down the streets.

Maybe this time, it's okay to be absent from school, she thought. Lucky, there was no Hibari-like prefect in her academy.

She saw Tsuna waved at her as he disappeared in sight. She continued, staring at the blue sky devoid of clouds. "The Vongola is the pillow," she said, laughing to herself. She didn't pay attention to the people who were throwing her bewildered stares.

"Now, tell me, Tsukiyo. What are you mortified of?" Timoteo asked, staring at her, gauging as if she would lie.

She stared back at his eyes. "Nothing."

Timoteo raised an eyebrow at her answer. His look was demanding for further explanations. She tossed him the pillow.

She sighed before starting. "Considering that's the Vongola…"

"A pillow?"

"I'm not yet done talking," she snapped irritated.

"Go ahead then."

"And let's say I'm fond of stepping on it," she said, grabbing back the pillow from his hand and threw it on the ground. In a matter of seconds, her feet was stomping the pillow just like what she said. It wasn't just once, but twice. No, more than that. Her face showed the pleasure of doing so.

She looked at the expression on Timoteo's face. It was what she expected. He was surprised then he frowned. He didn't like what she was doing.

"You felt insulted, didn't you?" She asked with a grin. "Even this was just merely a pillow substituted as the Vongola. You felt angry against me, don't you?"

"Just what are you trying to say, Tsukiyo?" He asked. He hate to admit it but yes; he was feeling insulted, Tsukiyo knew.

She picked the pillow up and glared at him. "And suppose I play with it like a soccer ball." She tossed it in the air then kicked it upward, and then she kicked it towards the wall. A soft thud was heard from the hit it took. It seemed painless.

"And then use it in a pillow fight with you," she said and stared at Timoteo who was frowning at her really big time. She shook her head. "Nah, I won't have a pillow fight with an old man like you. You won't stand a chance." She smiled to herself.

She suddenly became that disrespectful but she was showing him something. That was necessary. And instead of a pillow fight, she picked up the pillow and hit the wall with it. It was a useless act, it seemed to Timoteo. She stopped and continued with her talk. She didn't face her, instead it was as if she was talking with the wall.

"In the mafia, mercy is just an empty word. Forgiving isn't an option. When one of us dies, we resort to retribution. We tend to avenge the death of our comrades," she said.

Timoteo didn't say a word. He just listened to what Tsukiyo was pointing out.

"And upon knowing that my family is actually involved with this mafia business, it is undeniable that me myself is a Mafioso now, right? But Mafioso or not, I'm still human. I still long for vengeance for all the suffering that I had gone through. So this I ask you, Vongola Nono: What gives you the right to get angry at me when I was just settling my scores with you guys? Shouldn't a real mafioso acknowledge things like this?"

Timoteo was taken aback at the sudden question of Tsukiyo. Was she finding a way to ran away from her faults? He can't find any sense at what she was babbling. But it was true, they had loathed her of her betrayal but it all amount to nothing but her misery. Being careful as they thought they were, they locked her up. Made her feel that she's the one to blame. He didn't want to admit it his self but basically, it seemed that, Vongola was at fault since everything was all for the famiglia's sake. And true enough, even the mafia world has its own tradition and revenge was part of it. They must acknowledge it.

She stared at the cushion which she has clasped tightly in her hands. She sighed. Now, she was dusting off the visible dirt that had fastened to tit. Timoteo was just staring at the amendment of her actions. "Why are you dusting it off?"

"I know the rules. Once it settled, it is settled. Forgotten. We never exact vengeance twice." She said, giving him the pillow. "That is how a spirit of a real Mafioso is like. I read that from a book," she smiled proudly at him. But her face suddenly became serious.

"I will tell you my answer," she continued. "I am mortified for betraying Vongola but that wasn't the case because I realized it was for the best of the family. What I was really mortified was being doubted and useless because I didn't know anything. And those are not even close to my faults. You guys didn't give me choices. To say that I'm blameless might be an unacceptable but that is what I want to put in my mind. Will you allow me to live so?"

Timoteo didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked her another question. This time, in amusement. "Why is Vongola a pillow again?"

"You saw it right? The way I stepped on it, the way it hit the wall, the way I strike the wall with it. It all seemed painless. That's how I see Vongola. Invulnerable as it is."

Timoteo smiled prudently. "I know we had made a decision not to consider you as a candidate for the Vongola Decimo but would you li-,"

"No, thanks," she replied interrupting his unfinished statement but she knew where that was going to. Timoteo was offering her the candidacy of being the next Vongola Tenth. "My brother had already gone through a lot for that. He will have to take it. And by the way, I still hate Vongola."

He understood that.

She gave herself a shrug. She laughed louder, treading her way to the gates of Namimori Middle School. She wanted to them. To see her little brother's friend who apparently became hers, too.

I heard there are transfer students today," she heard a girl from Nami-middle said.

"Yeah, they are transferring from Shimon Middle School, as rumors say," the friend replied.

Tsukiyo didn't bother to hear the rest of their conversation. If there were new students, Tsuna might have new friends.

She saw Tsuna at sight being waited by no other than his friends in Nami-middle – Gokudera, Yamamoto, Ryohei and even Hibari who was ready for biting them all to death for crowding because of waiting for Tsuna.

And how she missed arguing with Hibari.

"Long time, no see, Kyoya-kun," she greeted as he jumped to Tsuna for a hug.

"Sawada Tsukiyo, I heard you've been a problem," he said, uninterested, but either way was glaring at her.

"Tch. I never knew you missed me that much," she deadpanned. But she felt something was seemingly out of place.

"Shishishi. I sure did miss you, Tsu-chan."

Tsukiyo thought she heard a ghost. Erase. She thought she was just hearing some stupid things. Sure, she missed Varia, except the ever haughty prince. Who am I kidding, of course I missed my husba-.. what the…

She noticed everybody, too was searching to where the voice came from. Tsukiyo suddenly felt fervent, her heart pounding in haste. She started to scrutinize the surroundings for Belphegor's presence.

"Oi, show yourself, you bastard!" Gokudera yelled, getting ready to take out some of his dynamites. Hibari, on the other hand, had his tonfas ready for biting someone to death. Yamamoto was also prepared for a sudden attack.

Ryohei was a different story."This is like a horror movie to the extreme!" He yelled.

Suddenly, the Tsuna whom she was embracing dissipated to a taller blond guy with his bangs hiding his eyes fashionably. Her face suddenly flushed red as she drew her hands off him but he was fast enough to enclose her in his arms.

"The prince announces his presence," he said with the usual grin.

"B-Bel," she stammered, but the atmosphere changed when she realized something. She grabbed his black Varia jacket, pulling his gaze down at her. "Where is Tsuna, you stupid prince?"

Right into the scene, a running Tsuna was on his way to them followed by Reborn and a floating Marmon, whom Belphegor should give thanks for the prevarication. Her little brother was panting so hard when he halted. "Tsuki-nee, where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere."

"She's been here with me, ototo-kun," Belphegor answered which made Tsukiyo to blush further. She was still cuddled in Bel's arms.

"Who's your little brother? Let me go, stupid prince," she said, struggling to get free.

"No way."

"Let go."

Hey, didn't this happen before? Her mind asked her. And yeah, it did. Three times so far. In the Varia Headquarters, in the future and 'the present'.

Now that everyone saw them together in such an affectionate manner, they didn't even know what to say.

"Public Display of Affection is not tolerated in Nami-middle, degenerates," Hibari hissed and prepared to attack Belphegor. But before Hibari could even land a hit on Belphegor, the latter carried Tsukiyo bridal style and avoided his hits. He did not let go of Tsukiyo. He wouldn't.

Reborn jumped in the scene though. Sitting on Hibari's shoulders, he talked with him in a voice inaudible to everyone. All they knew was that, Hibari treaded his way inside the school building and was still talking to Reborn, ignoring all of them.

"Stupid prince, you're getting us killed! Let me go!" Tsukiyo yelled at him, trying so hard to repress her all-reddened face and the pounding of her heart.

"Si, mia principessa," he spoke, putting her down gently, letting her feet touch the ground.

After settling herself down, Belphegor suddenly pulled her closer. Slowly, his forehead touched hers. She can feel his breathing, and him hers. Time seemed to have slowed down and at that time, Tsukiyo didn't mind those people around them. Their lips were just inches apart. And slowly...

"VOIIII! You effin' wanna-be prince bastard!" That voice destroyed the romantic ambiance between Belphegor and Tsukiyo. Upon realizing how awkward the situation was, he pushed Belphegor causing him to part from her. She couldn't look at him at all with her face all shaded with red.

"Shishishi. You sure know how to ruin a good moment, commandant," Belphegor said and started to ran away grabbing her by her hand. "If I were you, just ran. Don't ask."

"Oi, Belphegor. Why are you running away from Squalo?" Tsukiyo asked anyway in the run but the voice of Squalo calling out to Bel answered the question.

"VOIII! You're dead, you thrash! You were sent here to do a mission, not to date that sister's brat!" Varia's vice commander was chasing them with his swords ready to murder a certain royal blood.

Tsukiyo can't help but laugh. She stopped though when he gaze at her direction but he stared back to the path they were taking. She smiled watching Belphegor as he ran away coolly holding her hands. What surprised her was that he suddenly halted and pulled her closer, kissing her on the lips at that instant.

"The prince orders you to fall in love with him." It echoed inside her mind.

And so she did. With this sadistic prince.