Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Fan Fiction ❯ Cavallone Moon ❯ Getsurei-gumi, Mangestu Garou ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Japan is resident to numerous chivalrous organizations most would consider as ‘violent gangs’, or commonly named as the ‘Yakuza’. Even in modern times, the populace groups them with mere common thugs, violating laws and harassing civilians. Sometimes, they would be correct. However, what they don’t often think about is the structure of these families. The Yakuza consists of a complex composition made up of strict codes of conduct and a very organized nature. The future yakuza come from a long line of different walks of life. Most adapt to survive. Some are consisted of lowlife thugs, the lower classed Yakuza, anyway. The stronger clans, as some call them, have more sophistication and a sense of honor, respect, and responsibility.

Some have idealistic stories of how the yakuza accept sons who have been deserted or banished by their parents. Generally, it’s true. The yakuza build their family based on a hierarchy, whether blood related or not. Rarely are there ever woman in the yakuza, unless you count the offspring of the boss’. Which must be the reason why Iemitsu and CEDEF had no leads on the girls’ background. It’s rare for the daughter to take up their fathers business, yet he’s known someone who has proven her worth. Even so, the daughters are often left in the shadows, unless they are held in a special light. In this case, it’s difficult to say. The yakuza are incredibly organized and secretive, they know how to clean up and hide their cover.

As for the kobun, yakuza subordinates, usually, the family head gives them orders through a long chain of command. There is a code of justice and duty that was developed where loyalty and respect are a way of life. In truth, that’s how most believe they are, but only a few actually follow the code. Some yakuza family, even mafia, falls under corrupt rule of leaders who believe they have the power over the country at their finger-tips.

However, most underlings believe that they can do as they please as long as their boss’ are not around, making them no better than mere low criminals. If this progresses in the wrong direction, it could result in a conflict from within, thus destroying the organized hierarchy. The family would crumble.

That’s what Iemitsu was beginning to believe after looking through the debris and rubble that was once a post to their allied Yakuza. They only managed to find it due to the same flame readings that were detected from the empty Vindicare. With Verde's enhanced flame sensor machine that he created shortly after the Representative Battle, they were able to detect the location and number of the equivalent intensity and frequency. Since the settled differences among the Arcobaleno, they’ve been helping and cooperating more. Considering they are dealing with the same flame energy of Bermuda and his Vindice, it involved all of them. They won’t fall for the same disastrous trick again.

A dark ominous cloud is looming over their family, and as an ally, he will fight beside them. As old friends would for each other…

“What do you think?”

Iemitsu decided to investigate with Reborn after the Japanese police had finished their own investigation to the damaged area, as they figured, the police remain truly ignorant. As for them, they couldn’t just walk right in whenever they wanted with getting caught.

“I’d say that there was a corrupted group, or person, in their ranks. There’s no way they could fall so hideously to an enemy. The Getsurei-gumi is a strong and rich family.” Iemitsu muttered in response.

The building was built inside a high wall encircling the property, only with the annoying police tape warning them from entering. They stood just outside the wall and already could see the damage.

“It looked like an earthquake decimated this place.” Iemitsu muttered. “What the hell happened?”

“You sure that Tsukiko is from the Getsurei-gumi yakuza family?” Reborn looked over the wreckage, disturbed by the destruction.

“It’s a hunch.” Iemitsu and the Arcobaleno leapt over the tape, and snuck past the cameras, if working at all. You can’t be all too sure.

Kicking a few pieces away with his heel, the Sun Arcobaleno shoved one of his hands into his pocket out of old habit and grasped his fedora, shadowing his eyes a bit. Iemitsu stood stiffly, negative emotions disturbing him. He observed the C.E.D.E.F.’s expression change to a dark aura. He was livid the moment he stepped foot on the rubble and ashes. He could imagine that some of the ashes belonged to the bodies of the fallen yakuza. Personally, he hardly knew the Getsurei-gumi clan, but judging by the reaction he watched wash over the Mafioso, it appeared that he knew them and respected them. It’s rare for the Mafia and Yakuza to have a bond, period. It always ended in bloodshed and pain.

Searching the premises, the two made their way around the once impressive building, discovering a sukiya-zukuri architectural Japanese building. It’s not uncommon, but the style almost appeared shrine-like. It was massive, but well hidden behind the main building surrounded by trees. Iemitsu imagined it being beautiful once, before the massive fire that turned it mostly to ashes. Only some of it remained intact, surprisingly.

“Iemitsu. There’s blood.”

Iemitsu stopped abruptly and navigated his eyes towards the splatter of blood staining the wood flooring. A frown hit his scruffy face, glaring at every stain splattered along the floor and walls. There were a few katana, shuriken, and kunai littered across the ground and stuck to the sides of the trees, evident that the battle was not one-sided. Yet the amount of blood left an unsettling feeling in his body. It looked like it was a massacre.

“Wait.” the blonde paused, discovering a new problem. “There were no survivors or bodies found, unless burnt to a crisp. But some must be hiding somewhere. There must be survivors, but how can we locate them?”

The hitman frowned. “Or captured? We’ll have to try to search for them if we need to help Tsukiko.”

“Agreed.” The taller man’s eyes wandered over the wreckage. He wondered if Tsukiko was here during the attack, yet it was unlikely. Nothing added up. How could she have ended up in Italy?

Progressively, they made their way around the place, searching for clues. Something behind the trees caught Iemitsu’s attention. “What’s over there? Stay up here and see if you can find any leads.”

Iemitsu followed a stone step pathway down what appeared to lead to an island sukiya building, much smaller than the other. He noticed that the smaller sukiya seemed to be unharmed. ‘That’s odd…’

Weaving through, he trudged down the steps and peered around a few trees and bushes before making his way into the clearing, visible without any cover.

He felt in danger.

There was a strong presence form inside that sent odd chills down his spine, setting every hair on his arms to stand on end. As he quietly made his way closer, turning every so often to check the surroundings cautiously, a shadowed figure could be seen through the slightly opened door. Cautiously, Iemitsu pulled out his gun, prepared to shoot if there were enemies nearby. Jogging to one side of the building, he peered over the corner, slowly making his way to the door. He paused to ready himself and swiftly maneuvered around, aiming assertively. As he feared, there was someone else inside. They radiated the same energy that shook him, yet the feeling seemed familiar almost.

“Who are you?” Iemitsu demanded, gun aimed high and ready.

Silence stilled the room, leaving him unnerved. Iemitsu observed the figure sitting on the bare floor in a meditate stance. It was a man; older judging from the long grey hair tied in a low tail and aged hands. The older man wore a black yukata with interesting designs of wolves and colorful paintings. He could barely make out the insignia on the center of upper back covered by his long grey hair.

“Answer!”

After a few more seconds, the man budged slightly, turning his head and revealing the coldest stare. His wrinkled skin proved that he was about 60 at the least. At that moment, Iemitsu lowered his gun in astonishment when he realized who this person was.

Another realization dawned on him. ‘Ice blue eyes. Tsukiko’s color.’

“It has been a very, very long time since I’ve last seen you,” The man paused, turning back to face the statue. “Sawada-san.”

Iemitsu pulled back from his tense stance, eyes still locked on the older man with a calmer expression. “Indeed it has, Mangetsu-sama.”

****

“Ok, so I’ve got that down…hmmm.” Muttering a few words with furrowed brows, Tsukiko jotted down a few notes in her black book. The free on-the-side tutoring lessons with Dino were great so far in her opinion. She’s gradually catching on and out of nowhere remembering everything like a pro, making it easy for the both of them overall.

Dino had asked her to come over, which surprised her because it was their day off, usually doing their own thing. Moreover, the day after their little kiss, but she tried not to look too much into it. Still, even if it was a day off, she’d still want to see him. Who knows when she’ll be able to see him again? He lives in Italy, not Japan.

Dino watched her solve the math problems in the pamphlet he provided with a warm smile. Leaning into one hand on the desk, his eyes softened as he watched her run through every subject with little to no hesitation. Since the first time they set up a study date at his place, allowing him to work and help her simultaneously, it became a regular thing. She really did mean it when she said she’d visit for other reasons and not just tutoring. Occasionally, she’d sit on the reclining chair in his office, either talking casually or continue some reading for her studies he gave her quietly. Her company was relaxing and distracting all the same. Since their kiss last night, it was hard to focus at times. It all depended on the direction his inner thoughts carried him.

He didn’t know if she was slowly regaining her memories on the work, or he was just that good of a teacher. Either way, she wasn’t kidding when she said that English was her favorite subject, she picked up fast even on parts she didn’t remember. Not once was she distracted.

At least, not like he was.

Sometime during the lesson, she grew tired of her hair falling into her face or on her heck, and so she pulled it back in a messy ponytail-bun with a few strands loose. She looked sexy, he thought. He couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering over her slender pale neck and shoulders, or her pink full lips. His thoughts would then wander back to the sweet kiss they shared in her room last night. They were as soft as he imagined they’d be. He loved the fact that without make-up, she had a natural beauty.

All the while, he observed every little action she reflexively made. When in deep thought, she would either bite her lower lip or pucker them if she didn’t get the material and furrowed her brows. Every time she’d look at him for questioning, he’d have to play it cool and act as if he was paying attention to his own work or her book. He blamed the summer heat. Or the tight, thin strapped white tank-top and faded denim shorts she wore. He had to admit, her legs were amazingly attractive in those shorts.

Dropping her pen with a sigh, she leaned back in her chair and stretched. “Oh boy~! That was a lot! My brain needs a break.”

Blinking out of his long stare, the Cavallone shifted in his seat to sit up straighter and looked over his paperwork to remind himself what he was supposed to be doing. Through his peripheral, he could see her move in closer, looking over his work curiously.

“Must be boring if you keep staring at me.” She teased, to his dismay.

“E-Eh?! S-staring? Wh-what? I wasn’t.” Dino played dumb, but failed. His cheeks burned scarlet, giving him away. However, she couldn't help but adore his bashful side.

With a raised brow in disbelief, Tsukiko leaned over on her elbow and puckered her lips to stop from laughing, which seemed to distract him even more. They made her appear even more intimidating. “Uh-huh. By the way, thank you for the yogurt covered cherries~! And the honey tea, didn’t know you knew that’s how I love my tea. They were delicious.”

“Heh. I remembered the last time you asked for the cherry snacks, and Mama told me you love the honey tea. Wasn’t a problem.” Dino smiled widely, happy to see her enjoying her time. In his perspective, a woman with a healthy appetite is attractive.

"I do love sweet things~." Tsukiko grabbed the last few yogurt cherries from the bowl. “Mmm~! Delicious! I think the blackberry pie would’ve been embarrassing to eat in front you.”

“Hm? Why’s that?”

Opening one eye, she peered over at him with a smile. “I’d have black stuff all over my teeth. I can’t have that while in the presence of a gentlemen.”

Dino laughed at the girl’s expression when she grimaced at imaging how that would have turned out. “Still, you’re sweet to have remembered and bought them anyway. You didn’t have to.”

“It’s no problem. S-So, uh…” Dino had to squeeze his eyes shut and forcefully turn his head in another direction. They opened once he realized something. “Ah! I haven’t introduced you to Enzo, have I?”

“En..zo?” Sitting straighter, Tsukiko watched as Dino stood and walked around his large office desk towards a box in the corner, small bedding it seemed.

“Come here.” Dino waved her over, a smile sprawled across his slight tanned face. She had to see who he was talking about. Walking over to him, she kept her eyes on his lowered gaze. Stepping up, she finally looked down, eyes widening in wonder at the little turtle, Enzo.

“He’s cute~! Enzo, right? How long have you had him? Why didn’t you introduce him earlier?” Tsukiko glanced at the small turtle with unique shell designs. “May I hold him?”

“Yeah, sorry about that. It’s been really busy, I nearly forgot.” Dino reached over and gently picked up the little guy, who woke up from his little name. “Here you go. He doesn’t bite, really.”

“Not much, ne? Heh!” Tsukiko carefully held the turtle and lifted him to her eye level. “Hello, Enzo-chan~! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Tsukiko! Hope we can be great friends~!”

Leaning back against the table, Dino watched on with amusement as Tsukiko spoke and treated Enzo like a child. She had no idea how to treat a pet besides thinking of them as such. She believed that this was the first time to hold a turtle, in fact. Dino could tell that his pet was enjoying the attention as she fed him and rubbed the top of his head and under his chin.

Gradually, they made their way over to the couch, sitting close to each other with Enzo in her lap, now stuffed and sleepy again. She rested her head on his shoulder, content with the warmth and proximity with Dino. Dino shifted a bit to face her a bit more, tempted to wrap his arm around her shoulders, so he just settled with laying his arm along the back of the couch. It was good enough.

“Where did you get him? I’ve never seen a turtle with a shell quite like his.” Tsukiko lightly traced the markings on his shell, admiring the print and colors.

“He’s Leon’s…er, kid. I guess you could say. He, uh, gave birth to him.” The blond scratched the back of his head awkwardly. The girl gave him a hard stare, saying ‘what the hell’.

“The lizard pet of Reborn’s, Leon?” Tsukiko eyed him strangely, confusion conflicting her. “A lizard gave birth…to a turtle?”

Chuckling, Dino looked down at the sleeping turtle. “Well, when Reborn was still my home-tutor, I grew very fond of Leon. I wanted him as a pet, so I asked Reborn, who instantly rejected the idea. So, after constantly fighting for him, Reborn eventually had Leon, um, hatch him. Haha. Also, that’s how I got my whip, too. Leon made it. Same as Tsuna’s gloves.”

Tsukiko giggled at the image of a slightly younger Dino arguing with Reborn over Leon. She really wondered what he looked like when he was her age, or Tsuna’s. She could imagine that he was adorable. “Well, you got what you wanted, kind of. His…son.”

“Haha! I suppose. I love the little guy.” Dino rubbed the top of Enzo’s head lightly. A thought suddenly occurred to him. Looking at the girl, the blond warned her. “Keep him away from water. At all costs, Tsuki-chan.”

“Eh? Why?” The blunette titled her head.

“Well, how should I put it without scaring you?” Dino muttered in thought. “He’s like a sponge. When he’s in water, he absorbs it and expands. A lot. Depending on amount, the bigger he gets.”

Tsukiko stared at him blankly. “Wha?”

“Yeah, difficult to believe, huh?” Dino laughed at her expression.

“Could you give me a demonstration, then? It’s weird, but very interesting.” Lifting the sleepy Enzo, she handed him to the blond in hopes to see what he meant. “Or is it too dangerous? You say that it depends on the amount, so a little shouldn’t be so bad, right? It doesn’t hurt him, does it?”

“Er…” Dino stared at her and then the turtle hesitantly. “I-I don’t know…”

“There’s a lake just outside, right?” Tsukiko pulled Enzo back to her and rushed towards the door. “Come on!”

“E-Eh? W-Wait! Tsuki-chan!” Dino chased after her quickly. She had no idea how severe and dangerous it would be.

****

“Mangestu-sama, what happened here?”

Iemitsu stood where he was, cautiously awaiting the older man’s response. It had been a several months since he last seen or heard from Mangetsu. The man was the silent type, always taking into consideration everything before speaking or acting. He was a vigilant leader, or ex-leader.

He was the leader of the Getsurei-gumi before the current, his daughter, Miyako, who is a strong, independent, and fearsome woman. He had known her long before he had met Nana and the formed alliance they built over time. Despite the differences between their families, they were close friends, rivals, and a potential love interest. Although nothing really happened between them. They fitted more as best friends.

He and Miyako didn’t care much for politics at the time and taking their families title when they were younger; just do what they do best. Cause trouble and fight. In their younger years, their responsibilities had finally kicked in and changed them. Eventually, he met Nana. In time, he and Miyako grew apart, falling into place in their own families.

Although the alliance was set only two years ago, he hardly knew the entire family.  He only knew some of what the Yakuza Princess, or Queen, had told him. They were no different than the Vongola. She dreamt of creating a strong alliance and using the powers and money to help build a strong future. Miyako was quite the opposite of her father, who probably never really cared for him, he felt. She was hotheaded, a bit more rambunctious than Iemitsu, and loved to fight. At least, that’s the Miyako that he knew. Now, he could guess that she’s matured more and a little more serious about her family and the politics they never cared before, maybe.

She was married to an allied Yakuza leader after some point when they drifted into their own lives uniting the two families and increasing the numbers and joining the money. That was four years before Tsuna was born, so Tsukiko would be in the age range. She certainly was a spitting image of the young Miyako, only a bit more feminine. Miyako was a rough tomboy, slightly messy hair with long bangs, usually tied into two loose, short braids. She only wore pants, always detested dresses and skirts. He could remember the hilarious, awkward in her case, times when she wore them because of a family ball, or kimonos. She’d always try to walk in the geta, but stumble around like a clumsy newborn fawn. He’d tease her to no end, earning his share of bruises. The memories were always comical.

The odd thing, she only revealed having a sky flame, yet Tsukiko’s is white. He wondered if her flame was that rare or he was entirely mistaken that she was her daughter. Perhaps her father or grandfather was the one who passed down the white flame. Either way, not many have heard of the flame, so asking around would be pointless. He’d have to talk to Mangetsu.

The old man calmly gazed at the statue. “We have known this day would come.”

Iemitsu waited for the old man to speak, his voice sounded weary and hoarse. After a few seconds without him continuing, the mafia spoke up. “What do you mean?”

“It was a ‘divine’ intervention of vengeance against our ancestry. It isn’t something I can simply explain to you, yet...” Mangetsu stood assertively, turning halfway towards the Mafioso. “We are wrongly punished for our ancestor’s actions against the black flame.” He turned away. “History is about to repeat itself. The truth of it all…will be revealed in time.”

He really couldn’t grasp what he meant, except the solemn and despairing vibe he felt from the man. He truly looked hopeless.

“You know about the black flame, too, Mangetsu-sama? Have you fought against others with it like Bermuda?” Iemitsu’s gaze followed the man walk towards the small shrine and statue, just now noticing a small picture frame with a younger Miyako holding a child, a young girl around the age of four.

Tsukiko. Iemitsu smiled.

Mangetsu stopped short, pausing to consider his inquiries. “Their flames are the same, yes. In fact, they are the source. They first gave birth to the black flame long ago. It grew fromt the seeds of hatred towards our line of ancestry.”

Dreading the news, Iemitsu stood tensely, trying to soak it all in so that he could relay the message. “And what do you mean by ‘divine intervention of vengeance’?”

“They view themselves as ‘holier’ than others, since they were either born or granted with the flame of hatred. They treat it like a religion, a way of life. It’s ridiculous. The black flame is our ancestor’s opposite, corrupted and dissolute. And in our families blood is the power to purge them, at least, in a single flame. The cursed bloodline, as I view it, runs through my veins, a secret till now. I am the only one to stop this blight…before it goes any further…” Mangetsu frowned upon the picture, fists curled tightly. “My daughter and granddaughter were caught in the middle and…I must…they disappeared. I must find them…before they do, if they’re still alive, which…I doubt after...”

Iemitsu watched sadly as his old friend silently cried tearlessly. It was painful to watch someone you knew well suffer from loss. This is the life of all vigilantes. You risk a lot. “I’m certain that they are fine…Miyako is a strong woman. She will protect the family.”

Sighing, the man finished his good-byes to the shrine. Fully facing Iemitsu, Mangetsu grabbed his sword, his bandages beneath were stained with few blotches of blood. His yakuza heritage tattoos were peeking through the opening. “Iemitsu-san, cherish what you have and protect it with all your might. The moment you let your guard down, it could be ripped from your finger tips and destroyed.”He paused a moment. “The rest of my clan is in hiding. However, I refuse to hide until this issue has been dealt with. I will end this cycle myself.”

Not quite understanding the man’s words, Iemitsu heard someone calling out to him. “Iemitsu!”

The two men turned to the opened door. A cautious fedora wearing man stepped in with gun in hand.

“Noo~! Noo~! Don’t worry, Reborn. This guy is an ally. An old friend of mine and Nono’s.” Iemitsu began the introduction. “He’s the leader of Getsurei-gumi, Mangetsu Garou. A legendary warrior with a powerful set of fangs.”

“I’ve heard of you. You are known as the Blood Fang of the Getsurei-gumi.” Reborn noted. “You have an impressive history.”

“Hmph. Indeed, Sun Arcobaleno, Reborn. The same goes for you.” Mangetsu nodded in acknowledgement. Turning to the blond Mafioso, Mangetsu continued. “I propose that we locate ourselves somewhere safer to speak.”

“Agreed.”

Iemitsu followed Mangetsu with Reborn reluctantly accompanying them. He had so many questions, especially regarding Tsukiko. Reborn wasn’t sure about trusting the old Yakuza, something seemed off. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“I apologize for jumping ahead, but I must ask, what did you mean about ‘vengeance’? Is there anything else that we should know?” Iemitsu pressed forward.

“Ah, yes,” Mangetsu led them further into the back of the location, past many trees. “They are from a different branch of the Getsurei-gumi that was cut off by our ancestors who wield a corrupted flames of black, either born with it, or replacing their old flames for a greater power with specially made rings, or accessories. Some of them have obtained unique gifts with their new flame, particularly depleting ones flame and killing them, and retain certain sky attributes. They drove themselves into the arms of chaos, blaming us for their misfortune and wish to destroy us starting from the heart of our clan. It’s just a very time-consuming and problematical story, something that happened generations ago.”

“They sound to be…a strong adversary. Bermuda was difficult to deal with. These flames…we’ve yet to fully understand them and their potential. What we’ve gathered, the black flame is born from a strong, blazing hatred and despair.” Reborn noted, finding the explanation difficult to believe. Then again, he’s experienced many oddities in his time. He could be counted amongst the list, living outside of time sounds impossible.

“I find age long grudges problematic. A waste of time, which we are all rather short on.” They stopped suddenly, curiously watching as the man kneeled to the ground, feeling around through the grass. Before asking, they watched as he lifted a hidden handle, attached to a grass door. It was a hidden passage built under the back field.

“Where does this lead?” Reborn inquired.

“An underground escape route.” Mangetsu led the men downstairs through a dark tunnel. “Iemitsu, would you do us the honor of lighting the path? I’m afraid that my flame does not share that special…blazing light anymore.”

“What do you mean? You’re sky flame is gone?!” Iemistu and Reborn stopped before him, disbelief written clearly on their faces.

“There is something about these people that you should stay wary of…” The older man’s eyes narrowed, anger radiated off of him. “They can curse you, your flame.”

“What do you mean ‘curse’?”

“Just as they and Bermuda are cursed.” Mangetsu lifted his hand. A black flame emitted from it. “They can take away your flame, rendering it void of all colors, thus losing your powers. This is not the same as Bermuda’s where he exchanged it with the flame of hatred. This is nothing. Powerless flame. If they had held onto me any longer, I would have died. That is the same as what happens to the other Arcobaleno when they lose their flames. They’re essentially flame vampires, as some of the younger generations have jokingly called them.”

Reborn stiffened. “Is that…what happened to the others of your family?”

“I was not here long enough to witness most of the battle, but I fear some have fallen that way.” Mangetsu held his hand tightly as the flame diminished. “It is a painful experience. I suggest you watch their hands at all times. It starts as they summon the flames to their hands.”

“I’m so sorry, Mangetsu-sama.” Iemitsu followed as the older man continued through the empty hall. “How are they capable of doing this?”

“Are you not able to redeem your flame?” Reborn asked. There are many more frightening mysteries in this world.

“There is…”Mangetsu paused. “But all hope with that chance is lost.”

“All hope..? Sir, I doubt that.” Iemitsu smiled widely at him.

Not quite understanding what the smile meant, the old man ignored it and continued. “Light our way, gentlemen.”

“Of course, Mangetsu-sama.” Iemitsu lifted his hand, summoning his flame to light the dark long tunnel.

Reborn stepped up next to the blond, eyes questioning him.

“I’ll wait for the right moment. We still need to be careful.” Iemitsu looked ahead as he continued to whisper. “I think that we need to safely get him and Tsukiko together, and then our answers will be satiated.”

Reborn nodded silently, keeping an eye on the old man who followed. They now understand that there is a problem, but it doesn’t explain the poor girl’s amnesia.

****

“Can I try it out?”

Tsukiko lied on the couch in the office with Enzo relaxing on her chest. She slowly laid her head on the blond Italians lap, gazing up at him with wide pleading eyes. Dino managed to prevent her from leaving with Enzo and throwing him in the lake. Apparently, she did it just to tease him; he nearly had a heart attack when she practically scuttled down to the stairs.

“Just a little drop, alright?” Dino sighed. There was no way of redirecting her attention now. She was giving Enzo a lot of attention, to his surprise. Yet the turtle seemed to be in heaven. “You really like him, don’t you?”

Without looking up at the Italian, the blunette nodded with a wide smile as she watched the turtle yawn. “He’s cute~! I think I may be experiencing what you did when you wanted Leon. I don’t want to give him back now.”

“Eh?! Y-You can’t keep him, but you’re more than welcome to see him whenever you like.” Dino laughed at her pout, he was glad that she happened to adore turtles and all animals. It gives her another reason to visit him.

The two fell into a comfortable silence. He watched her look around the room, observing every book and detail of the furniture and paintings. She looked beautiful with her long dark blue hair cascading around her pale soft features and light blue eyes. It was tempting to touch it to see if it was as soft as it looked.

“How about split guardianship?” Tsukiko inquired suddenly, eyes narrowed.

She really caught him off guard.

“W-What?! He’s not…o-our child.” At the thought, he blushed madly.

“Alright, Alright. I get it. Just thought that, maybe, some days, or month, he could stay with me, and others…I’ll fly him to Italy to stay with you the rest of the year. But, you know, it’s cool.” She surrendered with a shrug. She loved teasing. “I’ll be over to see him, then. And, of course, you. It seems you need the distraction anyway.”

She winked, reminding him at being caught staring. Dino scratched his cheek nervously. “I don’t mind that at all. You practically live here anyway.”

“You’re right, I do. I really hope that that is ok with you. I don’t want to be a burden.” She laughed at the realization, but seriously meant the concern.

“No, it’s not a problem. I really enjoy having you over. I love helping you, too.” Dino spoke sincerely. He really was a good friend, she thought.

“Thanks, Dino-sensei~!” She chirped, however suddenly remembered an earlier concern. “But, Dino-san, you really do need to relax more and not drain yourself out so much.”

“I know. But, I’m great, actually. This,” He pointed to them sitting there together on the couch. “Helps me relax. You force me to not work so much by giving me these distractions. Distractions that don’t tire me out even more. Haha!”

“You must mean Kyouya-san?”

“Yeah, he demands battles every so often, but not so much lately, I’m surprised.” Dino relaxed a bit with his head leaning back. “I’m not complaining though.”

“Hm. He seems to be restless sometimes. I would distract him from you, but I saw firsthand at how angry you felt about that. So, that’s out of the question.” Tsukiko chuckled lightly. She really didn’t want to upset him like that, no matter how tempting a fight sounded.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” He shrugged bashfully. “You worried me. I thought he broke something, or worse.”

“Hm…” She pondered for a moment. “Maybe, sometime, you could fight me? Or train? I’m curious…to fight against you and your flame. That way, we both can be assured that I won’t die, or something.”

Dino thought for a moment, considering her proposal. “Definitely.”

Tsukiko reached up and ruffled his messy hair like a child. Dino blinked at her before chuckling, taking this chance to ruffle hers in return. Her hair felt better through his fingers than he imagined. Soft and silky.

“Now,” Tsukiko sat up, lifting Enzo from her chest and handed him to Dino. “Show me what this little guys all about.”

Dino laughed loudly at her switched attention. Leaning over, Dino set Enzo on the table and reached for the cup of water. “Alright.”

Just as Dino reached for the cup, his luck switched off instantly. To Tsukiko’s amazement, Enzo wasn’t little anymore.

“Woah! Amazing!” Her eyes lit up. She truly had no idea.

However, Dino seemed to feel the opposite. Immediately his eyes were wide as saucers. He knew what will happen. He’s seen the worse of Enzo’s destruction. “Shit! This isn’t going to turn out well…Romario!”

Enzo’s body crushed the table as he continued to grow.

“Um, Dino-san?” Tsukiko’s smile dropped. “Gah! He won’t stop growing!”

****

The dark, eerie tunnel felt endless. It appeared to be currently under construction. Iemitsu doubted it’d be finished at any time soon. Or at all.

Glancing beside him, he noticed how the Arcobaleno was observing the older gent, unsure of what to think of him. He couldn’t blame him, they’d just met and under rushed circumstances. He was certain that once they found safer grounds, the air would be cleared. However…

“We’ve had some strange occurrences, as well.” Began the blond C.E.D.E.F. “First, we heard about the attacks at your other bases located in Tokyo, Kyoto, and those along the coast. I’m terribly sorry for what’s happening, but know that as your ally, we, the Vongola, will help however possible.”

“I appreciate the offer, Iemitsu-san. I do. But,” Mangetsu hesitated, considering the offer only for a moment. “I do not wish for your family to get involved in such personal matters. Especially getting you involved in their revenge. It will only give them more incentive.”

The C.E.D.E.F. observed the older man. He refused to give up. “I think that you should consider the help, Mangetsu-sama. I know it’s hard to ask sometimes, you’re an incredible and independent man, but this is too much for even you to handle alone. They’ve made a martyr out of you. We cannot allow these traitors and…monsters…to win. They’ll only widen their number of victims.”

“I…will need to think about it. Besides, I’m not overly fond off falling into debt.” The man held onto what was left of his pride. He wasn’t the type to fall victim, or accept defeat.

“There’s another reason why we’ve come all this way.” Mangetsu listened to the man openly. “We found a lost girl with amnesia in Italy a few months ago. We believe her name to be Tsukiko. Could she be..?”

Iemitsu peered over his right shoulder, observing the old man’s reaction, though it was difficult to make out anything even with his flame. He wanted a small reaction like a flinch, or some kind of emotion, at the least. That’s one thing he knew Mangetsu was good at, being an emotionless, cold, statue. “She wields a mysterious white flame.”

On cue, Mangetsu’s ice blue eyes widened, faint emotions flickered across his aged face, but only to vanish instantly.

‘Bingo! That’s what I needed.’ Iemitsu sighed. “You know of her? Who is she?”

“You must be mistaken…Iemitsu-san…“ The infamous Black Fang glared at him. At that moment, his emotions were seeping through. Anger. Pain. Lose. Despair. “My Tsukiko is…dead. There’s no way that she could’ve…”

“What?” Iemitsu and Reborn stopped in their tracks.

“Mangetsu-sama…what do you mean?” Iemitsu stepped before him, blocking his path.

“I…” His pale blue eyes fell. “Those several months ago, I watched helplessly as she sacrificed her life for our clan, for our family against the attack before this one, vanishing in her own flame. She vanished...”

“Vanished…in her own flame?” The blond narrowed his eyes, it didn’t sound possible, but he’s been proven wrong.

“Didn’t you just say that they disappeared?” Reborn asked skeptically.

“Yes, well…she did, but no one’s seen her since. It has been months. Perhaps…that would explain it.” The man held his head with one hand, rubbing in circles to ease a sudden head throb.

“She’s living with us.” Iemitsu tried to assure him. He was mostly certain now that she was his granddaughter.

Abruptly, Mangetsu released his head and stared at the blond hard with disbelief and relief rushing through. Mangetsu paused for a long moment, piecing together what he could. “Where..? Is she well? Is she…”

“Don’t rush it, Mangetsu-sama.” Iemitsu held his shoulder firmly with a soft smile. “First, let’s get out of here and we’ll take you to her.”

“Y-Yes, of course.” The man relaxed a lot since they first found him. “What of…have you found anything on Miyako?”

Iemitsu frowned slightly, shaking his head. “Was she there?”

There was a silence. “No…that’s what worries me. I haven’t seen her for a whole year.”

****

Fortunately, Enzo didn’t absorb a lot of water, so he was easy to manage. Dino felt embarrassed for knocking the cup of water on him, his fault entirely. Tsukiko found it to be rather humorous, watching as the turtle turned into a ‘mini Godzilla’ as she put it. They tried to step around the ‘little’ guy without getting impaled by his larger, and sharper, spiky shell.

It was hilarious to watch him blow dry the turtle.

“His roars were ferocious!” Tsukiko laughed as she tried to fully grasp what just happened. “Yeah, that’s going to take some time getting used to.”

Dino chuckled. “Sorry about that. I can be so…”

“Clumzy? I find it to be rather charming, actually.” Tsukiko crossed her arms and smirked at the blushing blond. “At least, now, I know what to be cautious about when dealing with…’mini Godzilla’.”

“Oh…you haven’t seen the worst of it.” Dino sighed as memories of Tsuna’s training in the Vongola’s secret forest haunted him.

“Still, it was fun.” She shrugged. “Also, thanks for the help, Romario!”

The two turned to the older man, sending a nod and smile her way. Naturally, Romario helped save the day, Dino thought exasperatedly. “It’s no problem. Our boss tends to be clumsier when we don’t look. I hope that you aren’t hurt from the incident? Boss, you need to be careful with a young lady such as Tsukiko, we can’t have her getting hurt.”

“Nah, I’m great. Dino kept me safe.” She smiled over at the Cavallone who returned with a smirk.

“At least the only thing damaged was the table.” Dino sighed as he looked. He sat back in his seat at the table. He looked contemplative. Noticing this, Romario thought it was time for him to leave.

“If there’s anything you need, please let me know.” Romario bowed and smiled over at Tsukiko. “Keep an eye on the boss for us. If anything happens, please let us know.”

“Sure thing, Romario.” She smiled back and sat at the couch. She looked over towards Dino, noticing how he averted his gaze quickly. Smiling, she stood up and walked to stand beside him, observing his work. “Anything I can help with?”

Dino shook his head. “No, I’m almost done. Thank you though.”

“Alright,” She leaned against the table. “I suppose I’ll go and let you finish up, then.”

“Ah? Y-You don’t have to go…yet.” Dino held her back from quickly grasping her arm. “Just a few more and I’ll be done. After, we can do something…you know…um…something.”

The girl blushed at his persistence to keep her there. “Alright, Dino-kun~.”

The Cavallone shivered at the affectionate manner she said his name with the new honorific. He just loved the way she said his name that time, and adored her shy blush. Patting next to him on the chair for her to sit, she sat beside him extremely close.

“Maybe I’ll study some more, actually. Keep me busy.” She leaned over the table, grabbing her books and a pencil. She then looked over the title of the one book she managed to grab. “Hmmm~. Math it is. I did have a problem…with…number…ah! There it is~!”

Sighing inwardly, the Cavallone glanced at his own paperwork, brows furrowed. ‘I do have a lot of work to do, but…there really isn’t a deadline, so… Screw it! I really don’t want to…’

“Which one did you struggle with?” The blond surrendered. He was distracted, but he had time to do his work later.

He looked over the problem and began to explain. Pulling back, the girl smiled at him and tried to repeat what he just showed her.

While she worked out the new math problem, he watched her lips move, but failed to register any words. Her luscious pink lips were so tantalizing, it was unbearable. Allowing his eyes to travel up from her lips, he was captured by her hypnotizing ice blue eyes, making his insides just melt with all logic.

Under his scrutinizing stare, Tsukiko fidgeted more by each passing second. It was difficult to not look at him all the while he was teaching her, even earlier that day. When he’d lean in closer, she could smell his natural scent mixed with his cologne that made her stomach flutter excitedly. Especially when his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing those beautiful tattoos she’d never seen till recently. She was tempted to ask, but it would have distracted them, thus wasting his time even more. It was so inviting, but she refused to waste his time with a teenage girl’s uncontrollable imagination and hormones. A crush on her tutor. That was hilarious.

The kiss they shared last night ran through her mind, refusing to let her forget. They hadn’t said anything about it, but they knew that there was a boundary to be considered. With her lack of memory, it would cause more harm than good. If she were to ever regain her past.

Leaning back, she relaxed her eyes by closing them for a few moments before opening them. She stared into his half-lidded soft brown eyes, unable to break away, that fluttering feeling returning stronger than ever. She cursed the very hormones that betrayed her attempts to reason herself out of his burning gaze.

A voiceless agreement pushed the two closer, all logic slipping away and replaced with living in the moment.

Before things went in a sinful direction, an abrupt knock snapped Dino out of his heated trance. The confused blushing couple fumbled around with their belongings on the desk to redirect their attention. Still, Dino could feel himself being pulled in by her inviting lips and innocent eyes as he observed her from the corner of his eyes. The urge to just kiss her was growing stronger, but he tried so hard to not fall into the trap. If he did, what would the consequences be?

The knock broke his thoughts again. “C-Come in!”

“Sir?” Cautiously, Romario opened the door slowly, poking his head through the cracked door. “I apologize for interrupting. You have a call in waiting. Another business discussing with another Mafia family.”

“Ah, yes,” Dino sighed, brushing his hand through his messy golden locks from nerves. It was a little disappointing that they were interrupted. He looked over to Tsukiko with a nervous smile gracing his handsome face, making her blush that much more.

If Iemitsu were there, he’d probably tease them just as he did to Collenello and Lal-shishou. He’d say something along the lines of ‘you two sucking face, yet?’ or something incredibly embarrassing. The blunette deadpanned at the thought. Even with Collenello and Lal-shishou, the guy wouldn’t hold back. He’d tease them to no end, coming up with the most ridiculous comments. Although the man could be a bit over the top, her time there was never dull. She admired that about him.

“Yeah,” Tsukiko sighed. “He’s always cracking jokes.”

“Huh? You say something?”

“Ah!” Tsukiko didn’t realize she was speaking out loud. “N-Nothing.”

Romario left them alone, understanding well of what may have happened before he walked in. A proud smile planted on his face as he thought about how happy he was to see his young boss grow up so fast and living his own life. It felt like just yesterday when Dino had just began training under Reborn to become the next Cavallone Mafioso after his late father. It was hard at first for all of them to accept and let go, especially the young boss. No one really knew other than himself, but the young Cavallone would drown himself in work to escape the regrets and sadness that lingered even after his fathers’ death. He worked hard to make his father proud even in his passing. Dino fought to bring the Cavallone name back up to the top of the Mafia world. He still worried about his young boss’ wellbeing.

However, watching him lately, he looked happier, putting his worries at ease. He believed it all started when Reborn called him to Japan to greet his younger sibling pupil. From there, he relaxed more and molded into the man he is today: a strong, kind Cavallone, who fought to protect his family and those around him. Much like his father during his time.

Watching the young boss spend time with that charming young lady brought a new hope to the Cavallone family: potential love interest for Dino. A wife in the making.

They all knew that the boss neglected some certain moments in his life a man usually experienced at least during his teen years. That, of course, involves courting a beautiful young woman. Their boss appeared to be…extraordinarily happier when around her. Hearing some of their conversations, she enjoyed making him laugh, and vise versa. She’d tease him, clearly flirting, though the young boss seemed to be oblivious at times. She was a bit restless, but patient with the boss and his clumsy qualities. Romario had high hopes for the young woman. He believed that she would be perfect for their young boss; someone to care for him in heart and soul. There was something about this young woman that told him he could entrust their boss to without worry. In time, they will see. The chemistry was certainly there.

Tsukiko averted her eyes every so often, blushing incredulously when her eyes would connect with his. Those strange fluttering feelings inside made her giddy. It frightened her a little. She had no clue what was happening. Everything felt a little surreal.

Dino made his way around the desk to put back some books. Every probable question flitted through his cranium, confusing him to no end. He then glanced at her from over his shoulder briefly.

“Ah,” Dino tried to make sense of what was building between them in his mind. He needed to be careful. Both of them did. Brushing his hands through his messy blonde hair, he turned around to face her, avoiding her eyes. “Well, I’ll be right back. I’ll try not to take too long.”

“Ah, yeah.” She really wondered what to say after their ’almost kiss’, if you’d even call it that. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, just pleasantly unexpected. Yet she felt a little upset with how it ended. She understood the obvious reasons, but why were these boundaries so frustrating?

Dino was just as bewildered. In a matter of a month of knowing her, he began to feel different around her. He knew about his occasional tripping and how his sense of direction was off, but wasn’t aware that it only happened when his men weren’t around. He had a few accidents with her and Romario in tow. It was unnerving at first, but they quickly picked up on why. His men weren’t so concerned anymore, although they knew about their boss’ handicap when they’re away. This case was different, whenever the girl was around their boss, he would fall flat on his face in a nervous heap even if they were present. Dino only assumed it was bad luck making his life miserable around her. That much he noticed.

Romario shared with her Dino’s “Achilles' heel”, as she called it. It was strange at first, but made sense. She could almost predict it now. A few times, she managed to save him from falling, silently enjoying his flustered self. Of course, she’ll tease him every so often just for fun. Tsuna even shared with her the first time he learned of Dino’s problem by getting whipped in the face when he tried to control a ‘mini Godzilla’ Enzo in their tub. Reborn used Leon to form Romario’s face on his to trick Dino into thinking that he was there. Funny, it worked. Each story he and the others shared with her, she chuckled a little but was sincerely worried for the poor guy. She wondered why it happens to him.

Tsukiko sat there, gazing out the balcony doors. The day was beautiful, even though hot. She presumed it was about 5 to 6 p.m. based on the positioning of the sun. Opening the door, she stepped out, taking a few to adjust to the heat.

The balcony’s view was as beautiful as the rest of the house with a large lake and in the far distance she could see the other houses and school. She felt at peace as she watched over the birds fly and the clouds gradually change. She dared to close her eyes and feel the air, listening to her surroundings, and basked in the sunlight.

She looked down at her hands, fiddling with the rings on her slender fingers in thought. Her mind seemed to be a conundrum that no one could unravel, mostly herself. These migraines that she has been suffering more lately have become a great pain in her ass. In some way, she was a lone, despite the promise Dino had made her. There was nothing that he could do for her in that bit, but the comfort and support helped her bear it.

‘Where are you now, child…?’

Blue orbs shot upwards, widen as a flood of unwanted emotions force their way through her trembling body. She was mostly startled by the strange fear that rocketed through her. She had no idea where it came from. ‘That voice….’

‘You assume that the Mafia can aid you..?’ The voice sounded to be older, raspy and worn. ‘You cannot break away from your ending…’

Her head began to ache as it did before, but with a stronger force invading. Her vision blurred a bit, black spots covering everything. Tsukiko tried to rub the spots away, applying more pressure gradually, yet failed to help at all. Clutching her head, she gasped as the sudden blinding darkness shroud her sight. Her chest grew heavy and suddenly became harder to simply breathe without whimpering in pain. It felt as if someone was trying to invade her mind.

“S-Stop it! Wh-Who…are you..? Why…” With another overwhelming surge of pain, she crumbled to her knees, attempting to massage her temple.  “Gah!”

‘You know why.’

“I know why…?” Tsukiko repeated in a whisper. Baring the pain with more tolerance, she managed to focus on talking. “Who am I? Tell me. I honestly don’t remember…”

‘…’

The pain grew stronger but she refused to let the invader inside her mind. “Who am I?! Tell me now!”

‘Hahaha~! Fighting me now? You think you can prolong your life? Well, if I tell you, it would make it much harder to locate you.’

Tsukiko fell to the ground, growing tired from the strain. ‘Who am I…?’

‘How pathetic.’ The raspy voice laughed.

She tried to endure the pain and stay conscious, but the world fell into darkness.

“Dino…!”

****

“ ;Oh, boy, that was a painful phone call~!” Dino muttered to himself as he made his way towards the study room. He felt nervous walking back as he was sorting through his feelings. Of course, nothing good will come out of anything if he were to rush forward without properly considering every possible outcome. She’s a true friend, a sweet girl with a beautiful smile that could melt away any mans barrier. She was so innocent. He feared that he would mar her for life.

Entering the study, he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed she was nowhere in sight. The blonde panicked, soft brown eyes widen and his heart beat a little faster. “Tsukiko-chan?!”

He looked around the hallway from the door, if she had left, someone would have notified him. Instant regret hit his gut. Perhaps he had done something wrong? He needed to apologize. He couldn’t let their friendship ruin for something he may have done wrong.

Turning back to the room, he glanced at the balcony door, giving a small sigh of a little relieved when he noticed that they were slightly ajar. Walking closer for a better view, Dino made his way outside only to stop breathing when he saw her lying on her side unconsciously on the floor, pain clearly written all over her delicate face.

“No! Tsukiko!”

Rushing to her side, he carefully held her head and shoulders in his arms. “Tsukiko?! Wake up. Wake up, please! Tsukiko…?”

Still no response, but he was relieved that she was at least breathing.

“Romario! Someone!” The Cavallone Mafioso cried out loud for someone to help. He dreaded the thought that she’d somehow hurt herself. As Romario rushed to see the situation, he made a call for the hospital. Dino watched over her as she lay close to his chest safely, brushing her dark bangs away from her flushed face. Seeing her like this pained him.

“What happened to you?” He whispered to her.

The blunette in his arms fidgeted and muttered a few nonsensical words. Dino smiled sadly, hoping for her safety.

“Grand...pa…Gar…ou…”