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War

Amateurs all together, was what he thought about them.
Neither had they searched him for any weapons nor had they put a blindfold around his eyes.
They had bound his hands to the front seat, with his own tie. If he wanted to, he could strangle the guy in front of him.

The one who had followed him sweat a bullets and shifted nervous in his seat. But he needed to play the frightened hostage.
"Wh ... what do you .. do you want fr ... from me?" he remembered the days when the stutter came out every time he spoke to someone. Funny how much he had changed in the past two years.
"Shh .. shut up!" the guy who drove shouted and sounded even more afraid than his partner looked.
"Hiii!" he screeched and the guy at his side seemed as if he would be crying any moment now.

The car had a window on the roof and he could see the little yellow spot against the blue of the sky. Hibird did follow them and would lead Hiabri to their hideout. Hopefully he would meet the real boss.
Tsuna had to hold back a yawn, there was just nothing to do for him. He recognized the buildings and streets, they were still in Namimori, but soon left the town.

They arrived at a well known hideout.
One that had been the base for another dark figure, before he had decided that it was to run down for his liking.
Seems like Koukyo Land was really well liked.
He almost laughed at that.

What was it with those evil doers and the worn buildings?
Personally he preferred clean and modern buildings, he even liked the castle, which was the Vongolas headquarters. But that one had tradition and showed the long history of his Family.
Well, Shady places for shady characters.

As his kidnapper fiddled nervous with his restraints he let his gun fall and didn't even notice his mistake.
He would have face-palmed at that, if not for his bound hands.
After some difficulty his abductor had loosened the simple knot of the tie and shoved him out of the car, almost falling down himself.
And here he thought he was clumsy.

The interior of the building hadn't changed that much, as far as he could tell the hallways were the same destroyed ones like before.
But when they reached the small cinema he didn't know if he should laugh, cry or just shake his head.
Before it was creepy as hell, because Mukuro liked the horror theme.
Now they had arranged it a little, well, to say, it was really just a little too, ahm, gay.
Not that he was prejudice or something.
But those pink and red walls, the flower arrangements and the whole sparkling was a little too much.
Maybe the boss was a little girl? Than he could overlook this, little girls were supposed to like puppets and teddies.

His eyes landed on a person on a pink throne.
A man.
He was dressed in black, had black hair and black shades. It seems like he wanted to impress people with the whole collection of chains and spikes at his clothes. Even Longchamp wouldn't put that many safety pins on his clothes.

"Bro, we brought one of them, like you asked." one of his kidnappers said fearful.
"Yeah ... I seeee thaaat." Why did he speak his words so long? It was absurd.
"Buuut whhhhyyy dooo youuu briiiing meee suuch smallll friee?" Drugs maybe?
"We thought, well, that he is better than nothing?" Was it just Tsuna or had this guy wet his pants?
"Hmmmm ... thaaaan heee betterrr isss offf useee." Should that sound threatening? A look at the two at his side showed him - yes it was a warning. But was this one freak the big boss? He didn't look like it, but Tsuna knew that he himself didn't look like one either.

"Soooo ... myyyy dearrr gueassssst pleassseee tellll meeeee yourrr naaaammmeee." Tsuna blinked.
"Excuse me, I couldn't understand what you said. Can you please repeat it?"
"Iiiii wannnteddd tooo knoooowww youuuurrr naaaammmeee."
"Again please?" he knew what that person wanted, but he wanted to test the waters.
"IIIII assskkkeeed whaatttt youurrr nammeee issss."
"What?" add a tilting head.
"Yourrrr naaammmeee!"
"No, I still didn't get it." Tsuna shook his head.
"I wanted to know your name you fucker!" the guy now shouted, his head read in anger.
"Why didn't you just ask?" he shrugged his shoulders and saw the anger in his enemy rising. He never knew that it was this funny to make people angry.
"Just tell me your fucking name!"
"My mother told me never to ask a person for their name without introducing myself. It's not polite." he smiled at the stranger. The two at his side had taken a few steps back. The one on the throne grabbed the armrest with so much force, that his hands turned white. He gave off some strange gurgling sound.
"... Motoki ..." he mumbled.
"Ah I see, nice to meet you Motoki-san. My name is Tsuna." he smiled in his most charming manner and had soften his voice, so that it was a little more seducing than necessary.

The guy, Motoki, blushed an unhealthy shade of red and hid his face behind his hands, wiggling around like a school girl who just talked to her first crush. In his mind Tsuna high-fived with his Hyper Intuition. The lessons on Mafia seduction were really helpful, now he owes Reborn a little cash.
"I would like to know a little more about you, Why don't we sit down and chat for a while?" He asked, still smiling.
Motoki nodded shy and guided him to a table with chairs, even serving tea.
The whole situation was now in Tsunas hands and he could ask questions at his pace, without giving much out about himself. He didn't knew, that this was the most necessary ability of a Boss.

"You have a great sense of interior design." he lied.
"Well thank you." Motoki beamed at him.
"I really feel honoured to be your guest. Why did you invite me?" Tsuna sipped his tea and winked at the man in front of him.
"The person I work for, asked me to kidnap one of the rivals." Motoki sipped his own tea. Bingo, this one wasn't the big boss but had the knowledge if his identity. "Sometimes it is really hard to be popular. It's not my fault that men and women like me that much." Tsuna sighed.
"They don't see you as a love rival, more like in business." Motoki blushed.
"But I'm just some poor part timer at a second hand store. Well I was, the store was burned down a while ago." he looked sad.
"I'm sorry." He sounded sincere and ashamed.
"No I'm sorry, time is up." Tsuna stood up and his kidnapper looked confused at him.

A loud crash was heard and the whole building vibrated under the sheer force of the attack.
A ball with long needles rolled through walls, destroying the old building even more.
Hibari wasn't in a good mood.
His tonfas made short process with running enemies, he bit to death whoever crossed his way. He just stopped when he had reached the main part of the building, the cinema.
There he met Sawada, an unconscious body slung over his shoulder.
"Perfect timing." he complimented the cloud guardian and moved out of the room.

As he made his way outside he saw the members of the disciplinary committee cleaning up behind their chairman.
They moved bodies out of the building, throwing them on one pile.
He heard Kururo asking: "Should I prepare some wood?" and stopped in his tracks.
"I think they are still alive." He interfered, there was no need to burn them.
Who in their right mind would?
"I was just joking." she said, grinning at him. He doubted it.
"How is Gokudera?"
"She is fine and can leave the hospital in a few days."
"That's good to hear. Maybe I will visit her, if I have the time ... Hibari-san is a slave driver, sends us on patrol non stop." Well it was more or less his order, meaning that he was the real slave driver.
"I see... Well ... I need to go back to Namimori." and on cue the old Mitsubishi arrived, this time Tsukino sat behind the steering wheel.
Reborn sat in the front passengers seat - on a children's seat, and it looked like he was pouting.
"See you later." Kururo said and Tsuna nodded, throwing Motoki in the trunk.

"So, where did you get the safety seat?" Tsuna chuckled a little.
"It's from my child."
"You are a father?"
"Five times."
Reborn and Tsuna looked at Tsukino like he had grown another head.
"How old are you?" Like Reborn was one to ask.
"twenty eight, the same as Inu and Saru." his eyes were focused on the road, he drove exactly like the law commanded.
"And you have five children?" this was a little too much in Tsunas eyes.
"Soon six or seven, the doctor couldn't really tell. And before you ask - I'm married for eight years now. My eldest are twins and four years later we were blessed with triplets - now four years old. And my wife is my childhood love." his cheeks were a little red at this confession.
"I'm worried." He furrowed his eyebrows.
"About what?" Tsukino stopped at a red light and looked at him.
"That I don't pay you enough. I mean, children are really expensive, food and things like that. How do you manage that?"
"... my wife won the jackpot in the lottery ... three times. And she knows how to manage finances. Unlike me she is really brilliant." It was green and he drove off, concentrating on the traffic.
And Tsuna wondered if Hayato knew of those things.

Motoki was secured in the basement of Inukamis hostclub and he looked as if he liked to be bound to a chair.
And Tsuna really didn't want to know what was going on inside of Inukamis head. He had seen a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Inukami, I leave the interrogation to you. Just ask what we really need to know."
"I will do my best." he bowed a little and Tsuna nodded.

He sat at a table together with Mukuro and Ryouhei.
"Do you have some news?"
"Oh yes. The one who had attacked the school did so on orders. An higher ranking member of the Bakeneko had told him who to look for. But sadly this man was a heavy drug addict and forgot the face of his target. It took me some time to get a good look at his memories, the drugs made them more than just blurry, but I was able to get a good picture of his target." Mukuro told him all business like.
"And?"
"You won't like it." he sighed: "The target was Gokudera Hayato and sadly he really did shoot her, even if he didn't know she was the so called dealer."
Tsuna furrowed his brows in anger.
"Why Hayato?"
"He didn't know of the details, but I think it had something to do with the kidnapping of her from a few weeks ago."
"That's extreme. Why didn't they attack Miura, too?" It was the first time that Ryouhei used his brain and asked the right question. Mukuro just shook his head, he didn't know.
"Maybe because she doesn't seem like much of a threat. Hayato has the composure of a leader, especially when you put her right next to Haru." Tsuna concluded.
"No. I think it was because Hayato stands more out, one can recognize her at the first glance. Haru looks like any other Japanese High school girl, there is nothing really memorable about her. But Hayato with her hight, white skin and silver hair is outstanding, everybody besides her just fades into the background." Reborn sipped his espresso and Tsuna blushed, it had sounded like his tutor had complimented his girlfriend and that made him happy.

"What are you blushing for?" And he got a mallet to the head. Rubbing the bump he frowned at Reborn, but didn't complain.
"But why do they go to such extreme length as to send her an extreme bomb?" Another reasonable question.
"With her looks it wouldn't be a surprise if she was the favourite of the boss." Saruyama sat down: "And that would mean - kill her and the boss will show his face. It's common sense to attack the woman when you want to kill the man."
"That just shows how much of amateurs they really are. The Mafia has certain rules, rules one shouldn't break." He was furious, this Bakeneko scum didn't know a fuck about their world.
"I don't want to take away your little delusion, but those rules just apply to the Families who are part of Vongola." Mukuro said and kufufued. Tsuna looked at Reborn asking with his eyes if that was true. The three year old sipped his espresso and than nodded, confirming the Mists statement. Sighing he rubbed his forehead, the headache was coming back full force.

"I've got Information from Yamamoto that Seguchi-san is under tight watch, the police is suspicious of him. They think he works for the organized crime. That is also the reason why they want to protect Hayato." He explained .
"Well, he was the Boss of Vongolas Japanese branch, so they are exactly right." Mukuro just shrugged his shoulders. The sun guardian nodded in agreement.
Before Tsuna could say anything Inukami came up from the basement, closing his shirt.
"Boss. This Motoki guy told me everything."
"Do I want to know what you did with him?" Inukami just smiled. Tsuna had to cough a little to get his throat clear.
"What did he tell you?"
"The clan is formed like a pyramid. The boss is the upper part of it. Motoki himself is under direct orders. And he has his henchmen and they have theirs and so on. One of the same ranking colleagues did order the assassination attempt on Oujo-san. It seems like they had seen you and her together, so they assumed that you were one of her henchmen ." The blonde had sat down and drank some water, he looked like he had run a marathon. His face was red and his breath ragged.
"So he knows the extreme face of the big boss?" Ryouhei asked.
"Apparently."
"Did you get a description of him?" Tsuna wanted to bring this war to an end before any civilians would be endangered.
"Yes, he even had a picture of this person in his pocket." Inukami gave it to him and the attending guardians, Saruyama and Reborn looked over his shoulder to get a look.

"EXTREME!" shouted one.
"Kufufufufu" laughed the other.
"That's quite surprising." commented Reborn.
"Who would have thought that someone like that is the boss of a notorious gang?" Saruyama said.

They all looked at a picture of a young woman. She was quite normal looking, plain even. Black twin tails, glasses and the Nami high School uniform.
"Are you sure, that this is the boss? He didn't lie to you?" Tsuna inquired further.
"I made sure that he wouldn't be able to lie to me." there was a smug smile on Inus face and Tsuna really didn't want to know how exactly he had questioned Motoki. Even Mukuro looked like he didn't want to know.
"I will send her picture to Hibari. Maybe he recognizes her face from the students list he keeps in his office." Tsuna sighed, he never would have guessed that someone from his school would cause them trouble.
But well, Hibari would discipline her thoroughly.

Just two days later they met Hibari in his office at school.
"Her Name is Sawaki Hana." he said and somehow this name felt familiar to Tsuna, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"She was expelled from school just three weeks after the start of the new term. The reason was her undesirable behaviour."
"What did she do?" Yamamoto asked, today Ryouhei was on duty to watch Hayatos back and healing her in the process.
"... she was the one who had taken the snapshot of Sawada and Gokudera together. And she was the mastermind behind those other disgusting pictures." Hibari made a face like some bug had crept into his nose.
"Than that just means, that she wants to kill Hayato because she is one intolerant bitch?" Tsuna couldn't comprehend how a person was able to hate someone enough, without knowing them, to actually attempt to kill them. Hayato never had done something wrong. She was just herself. Why was it that some people didn't get it and felt offended because of her?
Hayato was a sweet and kind person, when you don't rub her the wrong way.
Why couldn't people let others live their lives like they wanted? What was it with them and their one-sided sight on things? Intolerance is just to stupid.
He decided, never to judge a book by it's covers and this Sawaki had to learn this, too.
"I want to get every single piece of Information you have about her." His eyes glowed in an angry orange, he would show her exactly how bad it was to judge a book by its covers.
She will learn it the hard way.

Hayato was alone in her hospital room.
Ryouhei stood outside together with the police officer who was in charge of watching her.
Both had the decency not to stand inside during her check up.
The Doctor probed the place where she had been shot a week and some time ago. He mumbled something she didn't understand, but it was most likely because of the fast healing.
No bullet wound would heal that fast.
Everything that was left was red skin, it felt tingly and was really sensitive, but other than that she was okay.
Reborn and the Turf top had assured her, that there will be no scar left, the suns healing power was that strong.

"Hmmm... I don't see a reason to keep you any longer in the hospital. The wound is healed, your blood pressure is normal and you are quite healthy."
"Does that mean I can go home? Today?" she was exited, finally she could go home and spend her time with Juudaime.
It was summer, maybe they would go to the beach? Juudaime in swimming trunks - that thought alone made her blush.
"I will sign the papers for your discharge." he smiled at her and nodded.
"Thank you!" She beamed at him and he left the room to give her time for changing and packing. He told her watchmen to wait until she was ready, they shouldn't run in there when she was changing her clothes.

Hayato hummed a happy tune, slipped out of the hospital grown and looked through the clothes Juudaime had choosen for her.
It was so sweet of him to think about anything she needed.
He had brought tights and a summer dress.
Looking out of the window she decided to wear that.

It was light orange in colour and had lemons, limes and oranges as a pattern on one half of the skirt.
She looked a little like a fruit basket, but it had something refreshing. The material was really smooth and light and it flowed around her little curves just perfectly. He even had put the fitting shoes into the suitcase - orange peep-toe wedgies.
Giggling she put the clothes on and bound her hair into a messy ponytail.
Looking in the small mirror at the closet she nodded at her reflection.
She had to do without make-up, because that was the one thing her beloved hadn't thought about. But that wasn't that bad, she looked good even without it. The rest of her stuff was thrown into the suitcase or in her little handbag.
Her Vongola Gear was knotted to a shawl she wore at her hip, it hindered the skirt from fluttering up during a breeze.

Satisfied she left her room and walked into freedom.

Or that was what she thought, she totally forgot about the tail following her.
Hopefully Juudaime and the rest will get rid of the Bakaneko soon, she didn't have the patience to spend her summer with a cop at her heels.
Ryouhei had decided to carry her luggage, because as an extreme man he had to help an injured woman.
Hayato had snorted and wanted to say something, but decided that she could use this idiot for manual labour. Why should she do it when he insisted?

She opened the door to her flat and almost screamed.
It looked nothing like her flat.
Everywhere was something laying around.
Papers were strewn on the floor around her desk. A half empty cup of coffee stood on it and the counter of her kitchen was filled with empty cup ramen cups. Her eyebrow twitched.

She knew that Juudaime had used her flat as an office, but she never thought, that he could produce so much chaos.
Now that she thought about it ... his room was sometimes rather messy.
She had been in the assumption that Lambo was the one who threw Tsunas things around like that and he himself didn't have neither the patience nor the time to clean up after the dumb cow.
Maybe she should talk about this little problem about him?
But she didn't want to offend him.
He had a lot of things to do.
But her flat looked almost as bad as the office the first time she had seen it.
How could she say it to him without hurting him?
Maybe she should just be blunt about it?
But he was her Boss. On the other hand, he was her boyfriend and had to learn that he couldn't make such a mess in her flat.
Pondering and pondering she didn't register that the Turf top was searching through her refrigerator and the police officer made himself comfortable at her sofa. She paced a little and collected the things on the floor, cleaning her whole flat without realizing it.

The sound of her door let her snap out of it.
She looked around and just now really comprehended that she had just cleaned up this mess.
She even had sorted the papers and everything else without thinking about it. She had been in her little conflicted world, thinking what came first - her respect for her Boss or her disappointment in her boyfriend.

Tsuna came into the room, let his jacket fall down onto the floor, his bag besides it.
He threw his keys on the kitchen counter, opened the fridge and drank some milk from the carton. He didn't even greet her or the other persons present.
Her eyebrow twitched when he just put the empty carton onto the kitchen counter, not even caring to throw it into the bin.
"Juudaime ... welcome home." Her voice sounded a bit strained, like she had to control her anger big time.
Tsuna flinched, he had been in thoughts and wasn't aware that he wasn't alone. Now that he looked around he saw Ryouhei and a man in uniform sitting on the couch, watching TV and Hayato was in front of the clean desk and shut a folder.
"Hayato! You are out of the hospital! Why didn't you contact me?" he smiled at her and came out of the kitchen to embrace her softly.
She almost melted because of his soft and caring tone.
"My phone had been destroyed during the explosion - and you know that."
" ... you're right." he laughed a little and kissed her cheek: "It's good to have you back."
Somehow that one sentence really got on her nerves, something inside her snapped.

"Oh really? I saw that - it's good to be back to clean up your mess. I wonder how my flat would look like if I had been discharged a few weeks later? And you come in and just litter around! You know how to use a coat rack, don't you?" At her outburst he had let go of her and made a few steps back, a small "hii" had escaped his lips.
He nodded at her question.
"If you know how to use it, than hang up your fucking jacket! And put your bag somewhere else! And throw away the garbage - and when you do it make sure to sort it properly, think about mother earth - fold the carton to save space for more waste!"
During her ramble he hurried and did whatever she told him to do.
He was a little terrified about her behaviour, she never had shouted at him.

Ryouhei, the officer and Reborn (who had come inside with him) observed this little scene with amusement Ryouhei found it funny that Hayato seemed to have forgotten with whom she spoke and therefore forgot her whole respect for Sawada. The officer remembered how much he had suffered when he first moved in with his girlfriend. And Reborn just thought that it was damn time somebody thought this boy to clean up after him.
Tsuna was so much used to his mother doing everything for him, that he never considered that he should clean his own room.
Maybe he thought that it was normal for women to do this things for men?
Seemingly Hayato had another opinion about that.

"If you know how to handle trash - then why was my flat in such a mess?" She glared down at him, after he had sat on the floor in front of her. He looked away, ashamed.
"I didn't have the time." he mumbled under his breath.
"It takes much less time to throw things away after you emptied them than to collect the waste and clean up after a week! I'm just fresh out of the hospital and had to tidy up. I'm your girlfriend, not your personal cleaning lady." Hayato huffed and was a little breathless, she looked at Tsuna, who sat there like a dog which was getting scolded by it's owner.
"I'm sorry. " he apologized sincerely, his cheeks were red because of his embarrassment.

Their eyes met and she felt a little guilty about her ranting. She fought the urge to throw herself on the floor and apologize repeatedly for her insolent behaviour towards him. She had goosebumps because of her inner conflict and shuddered a little.
"I ... It's okay. But please be careful the next time." she mumbled and looked away, blushing furiously.
"I will." Tsuna smiled at her and stood up, kissing her cheek and embracing her. He needed to soothe her anger a little and she liked the cuddling, it helped a lot when she was upset about something.
She sighed and leaned against him.

"That was EXTREME!"
"Get out of here Turf top!" she shouted back at him, it started a series of retarded arguments and fights until Tsuna interfered and shooed Ryouhei outside, saying something about Yamamoto being all alone with Kyoko. It didn't take long for Ryouhei to burst out of the door for an extreme jog around the town, aimlessly searching for his sister and her boyfriend.

"Mister police man, why are you sitting here? Shouldn't you watch from the outside?" Tsuna smiled at the man.
"... you're right, but I think it is more comfortable to spend my shift inside." he grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
"That doesn't sound like something a professional should say. It seems like you don't take your job seriously at all." The way he said it did rub the cop in all the right ways. He had been scolded by a teen aged boy, who needed to be reprimanded by his girlfriend about cleaning.
That was really frustrating.
He sighed and left the flat with a nod.

Hayato slumped down on her sofa, the adrenaline had let up and now she felt pretty much exhausted. Tsuna sat besides her and decided that it was time for him to enjoy her presence. He laid down, his head on her lap. As he wanted to close his eyes something or better someone jumped on his stomach.
"Reborn!" he shouted.
"Your fault for ignoring me." The kid just sat there like nothing was wrong with it: "There are things to discuss and do."
Tsuna groaned annoyed, he wanted to relax a little before things will get ugly.
"What is it?" Hayato inquired.
"The Bakeneko. Hibaris people found their laboratories. Tonight our people will crush them." he sighed as he enjoyed the feeling of long fingers massaging his scalp. It felt so good to have her back. If not for Reborn he would do something even more pleasurable with her.
A punch to his guts put him out of his thoughts: "Don't think about it!" Reborn grinned: "I will spend the night here."
"I can't let you sleep on the couch Reborn-san." Hayato looked at him with concern. This man was a child a needed a more comfortable sleeping place. There was no way that her sofa was the right place for a child to sleep on.
"No need to worry, Tsuna will sleep on it." he grinned when Tsuna glared at him, clearly annoyed by his interference with his love life.

This night Tsuna was pouting as he snuggled into the cushion of the couch.
Here he was - banned from the bedroom, because three persons wouldn't fit inside Hayatos bed.
Reborn had the unfair advantage of being a child, therefore he was allowed to sleep in her bed, together with her.
He glared at the ceiling when the thought hit him that Reborn would be able to cuddle with his beloved girlfriend instead of him. He turned around and wanted to sleep, but his jealousy didn't let him.

Hayato felt a little uncomfortable with Reborn in her bed.
He was the best Hitman there was and he was a trusted friend of the ninth.
He was the person who had been the most against her (at that time developing) relationship with Juudaime. To this day she didn't really know if he just put up with it or if he really supported them.
She looked at his sleeping face, it was creepy, that he still slept with his eyes open.
Sighing she turned around and wanted to fall asleep, but it wasn't possible she wanted to cuddle. She looked a last time at Reborn and decided to just spend the night with Juudaime on her sofa.
Careful she took her blanket, put it around herself and tiptoed to the living room.
As she closed the door an amused smile graced the Hitmans lips.

With her blanket around her it was really complicated to climb over a sleeping person.
Her foot was tangled with it and she lost her balance, falling down and sitting on him.
Tsuna had been awake the whole time and had watched her fascinated. Now that she sat atop him like that all his blood rushed down south. She felt that something under her moved a bit it almost had freaked her out until she registered where exactly she sat.
"Juudaime ... are you awake?" she whispered. The answer were two hands which slowly crept up her exposed legs.
Caressing the inside of her thighs.
She just wore little shorts and a big sleep shirt. Her skin felt warm and tingly where he touched her.
"Please don't do that." she whispered back.
"Why not? I know you like it." his thumbs drew circles near her crotch area, teasing the sensitive flesh. A shudder run through her body as she felt herself responding to him.

She shifted a little, rubbing against Tsuna, without intending to.
He took a sharp breath through his teeth.
"You're a tease." he sat up as far as he could and grabbed the back of Hayatos head. He kissed her a little too rough, but she enjoyed it and responded eagerly. In one swift movement he changed their positions.
Now he knelt between her spread legs the view was almost indecent but he couldn't care less.
He gave a light thrust against her.
Her breath hitched in her throat. "
Juud .." she wanted to protest. "Shh ... be quite or you will wake up Reborn. He is a light sleeper." his forefinger lay on her lips, his other hand was massaging her thigh. He let his hand wander from her lips to her cheek, down her neck in feather light touches.
Fingers were followed by lips, tongue and the occasional bite. Oh so soft.

Through the fabric of her shirt he caressed her very small bosom, circling the perked nipple and basking at her fast breathing.
She could do nothing more than to crab the blanket and concentrate to be as still as possible.
A sneaky hand wandered under the waistband of her short and wanted to pull the offending cloth down. But like any other time she held him back.
"Please don't." she whispered.
"... okay ..." he let go of the band, but his hand was still an her skin, kneading the smooth bottom cheek a finger slipped between the both of them.
"What are you doing?!" she almost screamed but held back.
"I just thought …"
"No! I don't want to, it's unhealthy." she looked to the side and squeezed her eyes shut, she didn't want to see his disappointed face. But anal sex was out of the question, she wouldn't do it.
He kissed her teary eyes.
"Don't cry, I won't do it." he whispered in her ear and bit it softly.

His hands were now at her hip, smoothing the soft skin just above the waist band.
She looked at him: "I'm sorry it's just..."
"No, don't apologize." he kissed her with all his love and passion, showing her that he accepted her decision and wouldn't force her into anything. The kiss was responded to with vigour, with her arms around his neck she could pull him even closer.
She moved her hip a little up, against his crotch, to show him that he could continue with this pleasurable play.
He took her invitation and rocked himself against her, a soft motion.
There was no need for strong movements or frantic thrusts.

The friction between them was sweet and enough to let them feel content about their love.
She had hooked her feet behind his back and moved along with him and struggled to keep her voice from coming out too loud. There was no helping the escape of a few soft gasps or moans, even her beloved had a hard time to hold them back.
A pleasurable cold but hot shudder ran through her veins and the wetness she felt was the sign that she had reached completion.

But he wasn't ready yet.
With every time they did it he needed even more time to reach his climax. Sometimes he would stop, because he was considerate of her and didn't want to use her like that. But today she would help him.
There was no need for him to stop, she loved seeing him exhausted from the hot passion they shared. Even if she was against the anal part, it didn't mean she wouldn't use something entirely different to let him fall in pleasure.

He stopped his motion and wanted to move away, ready to use the bathroom to complete.
As soon as he moved up she flipped him down, looking at him, flushed and shy, but also confident. Before he could ask what she wanted to do she had moved down, eyeing the bulge in his sleeping pants.
"Haya ..." his own voice interrupted him, he let out a moan half shocked and half pleased. She had taken him out of his confinements and held him in a strong but gentle grip.
Hesitant she moved her hand up and down the shaft, before she was ready to do it.
Looking up at him one last time she kissed the tip of his manhood and Tsuna didn't know how to hold his voice back. The sound he made encourage her to do even more and she nibbled a little at it, licking the collecting liquid off and putting as much into her mouth as she was able to.
He had to control himself - he wanted to feel much more of this amazing heat, but he knew it would choke her if he moved up.
Whatever she had done with her tongue it made the pressure flow out of him, his release had come.
Hayato had seen it coming but wasn't able to move away fast enough, the precious liquid of life was now all over her face.
Without much thought she just wiped it away with the sleeve of her shirt and listened to the unsteady breath of her boyfriend. She made herself comfortable atop him, her head resting on his chest, listening his frantic heartbeat as he stroked her hair.

As they shared their love and passion for each other, a war was raging all around the town.

By the rise of the moon they moved, going according to plan.

The workshop was filled with dust, the air smelled like mould a few people hurried around poured some liquids together with other things. Melting chemicals into pills. They worked like bees all according to the queens wishes.
There would be no delay in the delivery and they would make the required amount of drugs, because that was their job and they took pride in it.
One of them put the pills into little plastic bags.

A rumble shook the equipment, it made them look up confused, that hadn't felt like an earthquake.
They heard a sound like thunder, but no clouds had been on the summer nights sky.
Before one could ask or look around the ceiling came crashing down on them.
A demon with shiny claws appeared in front of them, his black wings fluttering behind his back.
That was the story they would tell the police later on.

But the truth was - all fifteen drug workers had been bitten to death by none other than Hibari Kyouya, a seventeen year old teen.
He smiled as he broke skin and bones, not caring that some of those people will never walk again.
The few that attempted to run away were mercilessly smashed by his little Roll.
Huge spikes bored into soft flesh and gave no way for further resistance. Soon the whole floor was covered with chemicals and blood, surrounded by motionless bodies. "Weak herbivores." Was the only sentence he said before he left the scene.
He could hear the police cars from far away, smirking he vanished into the shadows.

A howl resonated through the abandoned warehouse.
The people in the basement had goosebumps all over, this had sounded like it came out of some horror film.
The tapping sound of big paws with claws echoed through the empty hall.
Two noses sniffled the ground, searching for their prey.
Polished shoes followed those enormous dogs, strong arms carried an axe.
The human and his faithful partners were one with their senses and they felt the fear of the people below them.
A fatal mistake was done by his prey, they had opened the hatch to their basement.
The first man who had stuck his head out was grabbed by strong fangs, fangs which bored through cloth into the flesh of a shoulder.
The hunter pulled him up.
In his panic the pray struggled.
"If you do that he will bite your neck. He is a trained killer." a maniacal gleam was seen in glowing eyes and he swore that he just met a werewolf. The blunt side of the axe connected with his guts and he passed out.
Inukami grinned, nobody should mess with him.
He was a dog who protected what was important to him. And he would spill blood for his owner if necessary.

People came up to him and wanted to hurt him, but his partners didn't let them.
Sharp fangs crushed bones with one bite, one word and they would bite arms or legs off. Any attempt to escape was hindered by the watchdogs in front of the door. Nobody was able to escape their fate.
The dog tamer knew how to use his friends efficiently.

At another point people fought a wild gang war.
But the enemies had no chance.
To be small was never as good as in such situations.
She could make herself almost invisible to the eye of those big guys.
When they fought against her comrades she could just rush at them, digging her knife in guts, but never hitting them vital enough. They fell down and bled, loosing conscious one by one. And in the end she would be the one who had finished all of those guys off, without getting injured.
She was Kururo Saruko and a member of the disciplinary committee.
Punishing rule breakers was her passion, besides other things.

A little wooden hut near the forest was smashed to pieces with just one strike.
One strike which also knocked everyone within it out.
He was a little disappointed at the lack of fighting spirit.
Those people weren't extreme enough for him.

A blue flame danced around the hideout, the only source of light in the still and dark environment.
It was the soul of a deceased person.
Maybe one that had died through the overuse of their drugs?
Whatever it was that danced there was calming and didn't feel wrong at all.
They couldn't take their eyes off of it. The contradiction to their sleepy bodies were their fearful minds.
Sleep would lead them to their death, they were sure of it.
This soul would devour them and take them down to the depths of hell, they couldn't sleep.
It will kill them. But they fell into a deep slumber.
Nobody could win against the tranquil rain.

The white rabbit would guide them through the hole into wonderland.
There they would meet cute little Alice.
Alice who would chop their arms and legs up, Alice who just left their heads.
Alice who drew beautiful pictures with their blood and organs.
Alice who had just one eye.
Alice with the purple hair, styled like a tropical fruit.
Alice with the trident, who was smiling kind and forgiving.
Alice who ate them alive and turned them into zombies.
Alice who was a nightmare born from illusions made by the white rabbit.
The white rabbit with the glowing red eye.
It had messed them up.
They saw impossible things and the Cheshire Cat looked like a marshmallow.
A never ending nightmare was hunting them down.

As the sun rose the police was in an uproar.
At seven locations around town they found people in different states of mind and health.
Some had been beaten to a bloody pulp, others just slept away the night bound together with their drugs.
A few looked like a pack of wild dogs had chewed on them.
Others had clean knife wounds.
In the forest they had laid between shattered wood, glass, pills and chemicals.
And there were those who didn't respond to questions, they just looked around with fear and insanity in their eyes.
Words like demons, ninja or wolfs could be heard.
But nobody was able to really say what had happened to them.
The Bakeneko clan had been ripped off of their main source of income.
The old inspector smelled a gang war.
What will be the answer of the Bakeneko?
And who was the invader?

... And that's that for now. I think I failed a Little at the war Thing. BUT those Bakeneko guys are just plain normal People - they wouldn't stand a Chance against the 10th gen. Somehow Inukami had the longest part ... I liked the idea of him using trained dog as his "weapon", because his name means something like "dog god" and yeah, I love Dogs.

How did you like it?