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M.M stared at the glinting sky, face emotionless and neutral. She twirled her clarinet with practised ease, before smashing down it in a stabbing motion. She sighed, before falling back to land upon the comfortable pillow. Closing her eyes, her mind whirred with thoughts that came in jumbled sentences. One after another they filled her head, and a dull pulse tapped at her temple.
She was tired, beyond that even.
She felt her will weaken for whatever reason. Maybe this haven had softened her edge. Here, it was almost insufferably peaceful, where the night was still fairly safe and you had the luxury of a lock and privacy. In Kokuyo, you let down your guard then you die.
(Whether it was from a murder or suicide, depends.)
She twitched restlessly.
On days like this, Mukuro would have deployed them to destroy certain parts of the mafia. Take out the drug syndicate, burn the warehouses, no matter what, the man would have a way to find out where to go for the best possible result.
Already they had crippled 0.085% of the mafia's hold over the economy, a great feat for a small gang in only a few years. But that wasn't enough.
Mukuro would then state that they needed to find the Vongola Decimo and remove him, effectively having the best way to circumcise the underground.
Before, M.M had wondered why Mukuro didn't just take over the kid. That was their goal after all.
Now she understood.
The Vongola Decimo wasn't a mafioso. He wasn't a killer, nor was he the one who had tortured them.
He had his own goal, a promise to uproot the corrupt Cosa Nostra to protect those that he loved.
In a way it was painfully hopeful.
The mafia wasn't that easy to take down. Even with the Vongola and their allies removed, there would still be famiglia more than happy to replace them.
But it was still that- hopeful.
There was a chance that maybe, just maybe, Sawada Tsunayoshi could successfully cleanse the underground.
But right now the only plausible way for him to achieve that was for Mukuro to use him as a vessel and do it for him.
If that happened though, M.M had to admit she might miss the gentle civilian-turned-mafia boss.
She let out a silent breath of air, the night sky cool against her skin as she pulled the incredibly soft duvet over her clothed form.
Her heart was heavy with unexplainable dread as she closed her eyes.
This was becoming sinfully routine.
She would be woken up to the high pitched yelp of Sawada Tsunayoshi's panic, accompanied by the inviting scent of Nana's cooking. She would change into her uniform, and head down, hearing Tsuna rush around the house in frenzied terror as she greeted Nana 'Good morning'. M.M would be done with her breakfast when Tsuna runs down, attire dishevelled. She catches the strange look in the brunet's eye before he looks past her and gives his mom a quick hug before dragging M.M out the door, yelling an over-the-shoulder 'We're leaving!'
As they left the house, Smoking Bomb and Yamamoto Takeshi would be outside, each giving her a cursory glance before greeting their friend energetically. It was then she would feel a presence, not dangerous, but wary.
She would glance around and see a rather suspicious character, dressed in an orange jumpsuit, but even then she couldn't quite make out the face. She pushed it to the back of her mind. From what she could feel from the man's presence, he was wary of her and not the Sawadas.
Nevertheless, once she was alone, she would confront her shadow and demand why the bastard was there.
It would be bad if by some chance the Sawadas were hurt.
Tsuna gave a thin smile as he knocked on the girl's door.
"Good night M.M." He called out. His smile widened as he heard her return the message. Despite it being barely audible, it was an improvement. M.M was clearly getting used to living here.
He grinned happily as he walked down the steps carefully, making sure not to disturb his sleeping mother with the noise from a tumble down the stairs.
He walked to the kitchen, hoping to get a cup of water and maybe updates on Nono's condition from Reborn before he went to sleep. If it was enough to warrant retirement, it must have been bad.
"Oh, hey." A familiar voice whispered out, careful to not wake anyone up at the hour. Tsuna froze at the sight of his father. Iemitsu glanced down at his files, discreetly clearing them as Reborn pushed down his fedora. Their faces were ashen, as if they were talking about something serious.
Tsuna noticed the words 'M.M' and before he knew it, he placed a hand on the file. Iemitsu stiffened at the touch, and with gentle fingers, Tsuna pried the file away from his father's grasp.
"Tsuna-" his father began, a protest forming but dissipating at the look on the brunet's eyes.
Tsuna flipped through the manila folder, cheeks paling and fist getting tighter with every word that he read.
The silence was thick, only to be destroyed when Tsuna all but slammed the file on the desk, eliciting an almost instinctive flinch from Iemitsu.
The Decimo's eyes burned with even fury, and with a strangled voice, he demanded. "Explain."
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