The next few weeks she finds some rare peace within the surrounding. Everything seems to have fallen into a certain routine. Natsuki, more often than not, finds her morning bombarded by the loud bomber, the happy-go-lucky baseball player, the death traps courtesy of Reborn, but also their newest addition, Lambo. Her little brother. Well not by blood. She always remembering having the little cow around. He reminds him of Lampo-nii…

In fact they all do. The three resembles the first generation so much. Although she can see no trace of her level headed G-nii in idiot pup Goku. They are different, like day and night. But all at the same time, he can see the storm and the readiness to step in for her from the simple, dog like loyalty. It is so foolish, but somehow… She wavered.

Natsuki lays on her bed, eyes closed. "How ironic…" She coldly laughs, one arm over her eyes. Reborn doesn't give anyone a break. She is no exception. "Gio-nii…" The girl no longer cares if someone hears her secrets. She is full of them. Her life is a mystery and the biggest mystery of all is her existence. What use is her if she does not protect the ones she treasured, or used to. No longer a girl, she erased all sort of emotions and trains herself to become a machine. As useful and as deadly as a machine gun. Even if nothing protect the gun from the oncoming attacks, it will still fight on till it is out of use. That's her.

She is related to Primo. The great man who brought up the powerful family at a tender age. But she is also related to Giotto. The silly boy who seems to be as clumsy as she is, always smiling and spoiling her. The same man. Same people. Yet… She could not have either.

She tosses on her bed, trying to get comfortable until a gun clicks, forcing her to roll down on the ground and slides her own gun over to her from underneath the bed. "Who's there?" The assassin glares at the attacker only to find her so called tutor and stares at him emotionlessly. "Reborn, go away. I don't need your pestering." Natsuki shrugs her shoulders, jumping up. Her mother is out with Lambo most likely. She almost smiles at the thought of her dense mother. She is a real sweetheart, never once questioning the noises. Or maybe she already realized what have happened, but being a mafia man's life have made her learn the art of oblivion. She jumps up and slowly walks down the stairs to the kitchen. Gather the guardians. Gokudera is one. It seems like Lambo is the second. Storm and thunder. Four more to go.

Her eyes widens by a margin when the mirrors shatter as someone lands into the house. Ditching all the things at hand, she turns her head around. She is about to open her mouth when she sees Gokudera through the window, battered and almost dead. Natsuki isn't surprised by the newcomer, but more aware at the note in his pocket. She crouches down and pulls the half dried blood note out. One by one they will all die…

Natsuki, bewildered by such statement and looks out the window. She doesn't feel much, but knowing someone else died for her sake really bothered her. She picks the limp body up and places him on the couch carefully. Her hands moves by itself to gently rub Gokudera's furrowed eyebrows. "Puppy, wake up…" She yawns and dials a number. "Shamal, get your drunken ass here right now." She orders and hangs up almost immediately. She have no tolerance for the useless. Xanxus would be proud of her.

The phone made a bad crack sound in her hand. So there is another phone that needed to be fixed. She hates the fact people kept getting hurt because of her.

"Natsuki, you are being useless again." The squeaky voice gives her the chance to finally crush her phone and stands up. "Get out." She orders, demanding authority and throws a knife at his direction. She needs to go and find out who made this happen. Natsuki isn't the least bit of excited. She curls her hand into a fist, holding the knife that slide down from her sleeves easily. The girl trusts Doctor Shamal will be there for sure. If he knows what is good for him of course. A cold glint passes through her eyes, before swinging her arms around, knife stopping in front of a person's neck.

"Woah!" Yamamoto puts his hands up in defeat and chuckles good-naturedly, pinching the blade away. A cold sweat rolls down his cheek, suddenly realizing how serious the situation might be. For once, his face shown another emotion besides a smile. Natsuki tugs the knife away and glares at him.

"Stay away from me, Yamamoto Takeshi. If you know what's good for you." Her warning is heard, but not applied. Natsuki's mind shuffles slowly towards her mother. She is so unprotected. The little cow, despite a possibility of being a guardian is still far too young to do anything for good. His little bit of electric shock does no good for someone who nearly killed Gokudera Hayato. Maybe it could be the opposing opponent? Or some freelancer assassin? Or…

She swings around and kicks the boy's tummy. "Stay away." She warns the baseball player, who does not even bother to hide away. Natsuki begins to speed up, breaking into a run. The footsteps continues. Great athlete. How frustrating. She notices the pair. Her mother seems safe, the little cow deems to be alright as well. Not for long. The dark thought lingers in her head. She follows in the shadow and walks forward.

"Hey Natsuki, why are you being so creepy?" Yamamoto pokes the petite girl's sides and blinks. If it was up to him, he would have went up to him straightaway. "Natsuki?" He asks again, louder this time, grabbing some people's attention.

The young assassin is in no shape to deal with a kid hidden in a teenager form. "Go and do something productive like making girls smile with that stupid, disgusting fake smile of yours." The baseball player drops the smile and wavers a little, but it was replaced with a well-disguised laugh.

"You are funny."

Crash.

"Oh am I?"

This is said to be the last words of Natsuki as she steps out, joining the battlefield and drags the two people she is protecting back. Covering the woman's eyes, she digs into the mysterious afro of child Lambo, pulling out the bazooka and pushes his idiotic brother in. Out comes the slightly more reliable boy, causing her to relax a little. "Take mama home before you disappear Lambo." The ten-year-later version appears to be unwillingly, but follows the orders.

Some secrets weren't meant to be spilled, but discovered.

Jumping to the side, she dodges a round of needles. This is not a good sign already. The only other person she ever acquainted with similar skills should be in jail. A secure jail that prevents them from ever escaping. What is he planning? Why is he back from all the pain he caused? What is their plan?

The questions distracts her from the main objective. To destroy the enemy. She finds her clothes scraped and stumbles back to the chest of a sturdy man.

"Tsuki, this seems like a fun game." The light tone sounds so forced. Her eyes rolls up and sees the toned skin.

"Yamamoto, this is no game for the weak. If you want to win, then bring out your will to die." It almost seems amusing and ironic the way she said it. Dying will flame. She lights up her needles. The ring she bear seems to generate it fine. Gio-nii gave it to her. She developed this ability when she was younger and clueless of the things she could achieve. The clean swish brings her attention back as the shine of the sword reflects back to her face.

"I do have the will to die." The words comes from one of the fakest boy she knows, but somehow, she trusted the words with her life and nods her head. "If you say so, then I take your words for it." That is how she finds herself, striding forward with a mere civilian and an unknown enemy to handle.

A lazy voice confirmed the girl's previous doubt. "Mendoi…"

"Nice to see you again, Tsuki byon~!"

So they are back.

Hopefully an alright update. Changed the whole plot so it would speed up since this is technically not following the plot anyways. Hope you all enjoyed it. I will update my other fic soon.

Love from,

Hikari-chan~ nya~