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Was she in heaven?

Reborn’s gun must've killed her right?

Flowers seemed to fly around the ginger haired boy.

Tsuna stared at Kyoko, astonished, as the boy's sweater wrapped around her bare shoulders and Tsuna's cheeks ran warm. "Sawada-chan! Are you okay?" Kyoko-kun's kind brown eyes made her heart flutter, genuine concern lacing through them. His cheeks were a nice peachy tint, though it was unsurprising—Tsuna inwardly crying as she stood in only her undergarments.

She just wanted a normal life!

But the bullet... she didn't want to look down.  It was no wonder her dad conveniently sent her some work out clothes recently.

If she didn't wear them, Tsuna paled at the thought. She wasn't even developing much in her upper half! So she never wore bras, at least not until now. Even with these clothes, she still felt indecent and almost naked! These sports clothes were cropped and her body was shown off, the shorts barely covering her thighs. She grimaced. She needed something else...

"Sawada-chan?"

Oh, right.

...One of the most popular guys in school was standing over her, treating her like a lady even when Reborn had subjected her to humiliation.

It still didn't feel real, even as he gently grasped her hands. A small part of her was squeaking about how cute he was.

She stubbornly bit down on her lip before she could make even more of a fool out of herself. She cleared her throat. "Ah, Sasagawa-kun! Thank you so much, but I couldn't possibly let you waste your clothes on me," She reddened more as he got closer to her. "Aren't you surprised?" Her eyes averted from his gaze as she shifted uncomfortably. "It must've been weird to get that confession from me, I apologize. I wasn't in my right mind." The nigh nude appearance was a clear indicator, but she still felt like it was good to at least earn forgiveness in this way.

Would he even accept it?

She gulped.

He paused before letting out a wide grin. "Eh? It's not so bad though. I usually don't get such a fun confession!" She felt acutely aware of the close proximity of his body against hers, backed up against a wall. Her mouth dropped as his arms engulfed her form and she flinched at how his breath was making her flushed. Now that she was almost stripped bare, with the boy's extra large sweater on her skinny form now unable to hide the actual form of the crush before her, Tsuna squeaked as he picked her up at the knees while supporting her back. "I'll gladly accept it!"

Her eyes watered, embarrassment coloring her face.

Was this really the cute idol all the girls loved? She had always seen him adored, often helped out by even the boys and the school staff. Tsuna didn't think she even saw him lifting a finger most times, but he carried her without any hesitation. 

Only when they made it into the stairs did he look at her again. 

"Ah, sorry, Sawada-chan! Was this a shock to you?" He sheepishly smiled, that charming look coming back. "Most girls get a little disappointed when I act like this. Are you okay with this?"

She vigorously shook her head, blushing a deeper red. His smile was impish. "If you're not scared off by my confession, then I won't be scared by your real personality." He stared at her again, eyes even more focused. Was that too much, she sweated. "Um?"

Kiss!

She widened her eyes. 

Kyoko smiled at her as her mouth turned agape, her lips tingling. "Sorry, I thought you were really cute. For some reason, your lips kept standing out to me... forgive me?" He smiled seductively with a wink, feeling less cute than she had ever seen him. He twisted a strand of her hair, Tsuna feeling every moment of it as her cheeks continued to burn, her head suddenly feeling sensitive.

It felt like he was turning into a beast.

Kyoko was slightly taller than a good portion of the boys, but the girls—including her—never really thought of him being taller than the average as something dangerous. His shadow entrenched her, her heartbeat growing louder by the second.

Even his cute smile was sharp, his eyes expectant. 

What could she even do but say yes? Tsuna nodded slowly. "It's okay...y? Yeah."

Nothing today made sense.

She was certain Reborn was going to reappear once again, but her head was too filled to the brim with everything else. It all seemed like a dream, Tsuna's eyes tracing the delicate details of her crush's face while trying to not think too much about what was happening to her. How her head wasn't exploding was a miracle to her.

What was even happening?

It was clear that Kyoko was more sly than she realized as he smiled prettily, like he was oblivious to everything as he escorted her in his arms and his sweater, the girl blinking as she was gently put into the back of the school, swathed into a field of clovers. She felt like a puppy when he readjusted his sweater around her, almost like a cloak if she crouched just enough, wiggling against his touch. Just being in Kyoko's arms made her feel slightly more reassured, even leaning into his touch with a flush.

His smile brightened.

"Haha, Sawada-chan is so cute! I wish I could keep you....just kidding!" Kyoko's face peered into her eyes, each word continuing to crack away at her concept of the so called cute boy of Namimori Middle. "You really should be more aware of your position as a girl, Sawada-chan! You're really cute like this," He purred, words seductive to her reddened state. "See? It was hard holding back when you're so cute, but it can't be helped. If you confess to a guy like this, you're asking for something dangerous most times, Sawada-chan..."

"Eek! I'm sorry." She flinched as his hot breath kept touching her neck, on the brink of crying as he teased her more. "Mmm... this position is..."

"Dangerous, right?" Kyoko cheerfully filled in.

He certainly was dangerous for her health.

Tsuna didn't even want to think about how much of a mess he was making for her, whimpering as he blew on her ear, "...you only confessed to me, right Sawada-chan? I'm a possessive idol. I'll retrieve an extra uniform for you, but you better not run away."

"I-I won't run away!" 

Kyoko-kun was kinda scary like this, her eyes watered as she nodded obediently, Kyoko smiling ear to ear down at Tsuna's swathed figure. "Good girl."

"....What are you doing to my student, Kyoko Sasagawa? That name of yours is a total red herring," Reborn had finally appeared, looking unamused as he aimed his child sized gun at him. "Brat."

????

Tsuna couldn't decipher what any of these men, even if Reborn was still a baby, wanted nor could she predict how her usually terrible school semesters would go. Kyoko-kun didn't even freak out, only smiling cutely in Reborn’s presence. "Aw, I didn't know you had such a protective little kid on your side. It makes me think I'm the bad guy for returning the affection, right Tsuna-chan?" Tsuna eeped, trying to take Reborn away from her but the baby wouldn't budge. Seriously, what the hell was this baby? 

She knew she was frail sometimes, but she couldn't even remove the baby!

"You're too weak to do that, dame-Tsuna," the baby turned back, a sneer in his cute eyes. Ugh! Why did her tutor have to be so brutal, she whined inwardly. Kyoko looked at her with a pitying stare.

She knew she would fuck up her day, but this really did take the cake.  Reborn was a scary baby but now her crush was watching her... "Hm, I'm not sure what this baby is talking about but cheer up, Sawada-chan! He's just being mean," Kyoko shot the baby a glance, holding back his ire. "Though, I am wondering how this unsupervised baby made it all the way here. What's your name?"

"Ciaossu! The name's Reborn. Nice to meet you, idol-kun." Reborn chirped, like he hadn't aimed a gun at him, but Kyoko didn't even flinch. "Kyoko's a weird name for a guy, isn't it?"

The boy shrugged.

"They thought I was a girl at first, until I was born. The papers were already filed in advance, but thanks for your concern, Reborn-kun. Everyone's grown used to it," Kyoko-kun's smile was blinding. "You seem to be weird as me, isn't that right?"

"Classified." The baby nodded. "But... you're interesting... since you seemed to have a liking to my student, would you like to be the first member of her mafia famiglia?"

He blinked.

It took a few seconds for her to fully compute. 

Wasn't there some oath for him to not say this to anyone not mafia?

Tsuna screeched internally, laughing nervously. "What are you talking about, Reborn? Don't start these games so early..."

She was promptly ignored.

"Well, Kyoko-kun? If you're so possessive over my no-good student this early, you can get to claim a spot no other men can have! Tsuna-chan is going to be in a society full of dangerous men, maybe some who will outclass you in all regards, like looks and suaveness. Do you want to be forgotten?"

He stiffened.

Reborn smiled smugly. "Unlike my student, I won't forgive anyone who flakes on her, even if they're a pretty boy. I know many men who would court the donna of the most esteemed famiglia..." Something in Kyoko's face seemed to cog slowly, his face twisting, she noted in concern.

She nearly squeaked when his hand pulled at her arm gently. "Huh, is he always like this, Tsuna-chan?"

"Um... well, we just met, so—"

Blast!

Tsuna paled as a bullet whizzed by. "Don't be so weak, Dame-Tsuna. Your crush is just some boy," Reborn sneered. "A civilian won't be able to help you."

She glared. "Reborn! That's not true, apologize to Kyou—"

"You two are not on first name terms," Reborn looked at him unimpressed, gun cocking again. "Boy, you're not good enough for that."

"Not even if we kissed, and Tsuna-chan has my sweater all over her?" Kyoko smugly pointed out. "She even confessed to me, isn't that right?" She squeaked, hiding her face in between her hands.

What were these guys saying... she really felt like she was going to explode.

"Such a nuisance," Reborn rolled his eyes. "Why did she have to pick you?"

"Same could be said about you," Kyoko-kun retorted. "Things were better without you, Reborn-kun. No matter how cute you are, I'm cuter."

The air turned hostile.

She had never seen the male idol be so domineering, her baby tutor being just as aggressive, both donning dangerous smiles. It was a rarity the cute boy even frowned, her heart thumping even now. Kyoko-kun always looked so distant, it was nice to see this new side to him.

"Yo, little brother!" A deep and loud voice broke the stiff atmosphere. "I didn't know you had friends!"

Kyoko-kun pulled yet another new face at the new presence, exasperation clear on his face. "Do you really have to say that? And I do have friends, hmph. Shouldn’t you be running now?"

"A man can do multitasking!"

This muscled upperclassman was her crush's brother?

She futilely wiped at her eyes, reality still existing as Kyoko-kun batted hands at his brother with a slight wince. Yeah, she really wouldn't want to have to deal with someone that chaotic at home. Her eyes fell onto Reborn, quickly averting itself as he shifted his tiny figure.

She sighed.

Seems like the boys would be too distracted to get her anything, starting to shiver as the winds began to pick up.

She was just glad there was a mini station dedicated to giving extra uniforms—both boy and girl—in a few coordinated spots.  Normally, she hated being bullied, but at the very least, it got to the point her uniform would literally have to be replaced almost every week that the Disciplinary Committee put in changing stations. She nearly cried when she politely put in her request's paperwork in front of the intimidating (but also somehow cordial) members with yakuza cuts. Tsuna sighed in relief, the sweater that Kyoko-kun gave being wrapped around her uniformed sides. She nearly screamed when a bloodied Kyouya strutted into the changing station. 

Her mouth was bleeding from the surprise, she was sure of that.

He shot her an annoyed glance, taking off his shirt like she wasn't even there. "Get back to your territory, animal."

"...Sorry!" She bowed. But... "Out of curiosity, are you hurt, senpai?" She knew it was improbable, but just in case...

The demon prefect snorted. "No, it's not my blood. You're a funny little animal." His eyes hardened, honing in on her. "Correct your buttons, before I 'correct' you on your misconduct."

She frowned, looking down.

"...Noted." How did she not notice her bra was showing! How embarrassing... "Thanks, Hibari-senpai...there's nothing else, right?"

He nodded. "You look like a student."

Sometimes her conversations with the surprisingly cooperative prefect were both fine but also just as weird. That sentence was probably the closest she would get to any genuine compliment. "You look good too, senpai," She bowed the full way. "Bye, I'll see you in school!" And eventually made it back to the actual school building, sweating a little.

Where was Kyoko? She had to return the sweater...

"No-Good Tsuna," Reborn’s chirpy voice filled her with dread, "Kyoko-kun has good news for you!"

"I'm now the first member of your group!" He smiled sweetly.

She paled. "Reborn!"

"Don't worry, he signed a waiver. Now if he dies, his bones belong to you!"

"Yeah, don't worry!" Kyoko echoed the baby's sentiments. "Don't even try to give my present back, my sweater is yours now," He pushed the sweater back. "As an apology for getting too distracted."

"A true man knows how to take his losses," Reborn nodded. "Not bad, for a brat."

Kyoko glared.

"...where's your brother?" Tsuna thought it felt a little off, but how could she even forget the loud brother? "Is he training?"

"No, I bullied him into attending class for once," Kyoko sighed. "The idiot might repeat classes if he keeps neglecting his brain."

Such harsh words from her crush... She wisely kept her mouth shut. Tsuna didn't even want to think about the mountain of quizzes and tests she failed from being lazy and unmotivated. 

Kyoko-kun seemed to care about grades... should she study?

"Whatever you're thinking, then the answer is yes." Reborn's sly response made her jump, his beady eyes knowing. "You need to know a lot, as a mafia heiress! If you can't pass your normal classes, then there's probably no hope for your inevitable corpse. You'll probably be flayed, burned, imprisoned, tortured, dismembered—"

"THANKS REBORN," She interrupted, smiling with a twitch. "I get it, I get it! I'll die if I don't study." She felt like she was going to die today. Reborn was so evil...

"An astute observation."

"I really don't need this sarcasm right now. Especially not from a baby-- ow!" She yelped as Leon bit her finger. "Oh my god, it really hurts?"

Reborn smiled. "Leon is a little overprotective."

She warily retracted her hand from the evil baby and pet, her hand slightly limp as the pain crawled up, gingerly handling it. The girl jumped as Kyoko-kun put his hands on her wrist, raising it to his face. "Are you okay? Is it bad?"

Reborn whistled.

Tsuna resisted the urge to shoot the baby a glare, Kyoko-kun was too close for her to think about turning around. His lashes were so lush... She wanted to kiss him again. How would it feel to kiss his eyelids and touch his lashes? She almost choked at that thought, more concern filling his gorgeous eyes.  God, this was going to be a rough journey for her. How did Reborn expect her to be mafia?

She could barely handle her crush being so close to her face!

"I-I'm fine! It only hurts a little bit." Actually, it hurt a lot, even though she was used to injuries at this point. Leon felt like a new level on her personal pain scale. She didn't even want to move her fingers...Tsuna sheepishly smiled at the ginger head. "I don't think i need to be taken to the nurse, so...?" She looked at him pleadingly, unharmed hand tugging at the edge of his shirt. Now that she got to see him be a little stern, she found herself taking more of a liking to him now that he wasn't constantly sweet talking to everyone. 

She was a little nervous at his firm glare though...

Then Kyoko sighed, relenting. She felt relief as the strict look was retracted. She felt like she was being scolded by the teachers again with his glare. "If you insist—well, it doesn't look too bad, just a little swelling. But you're lucky I have a first aid bag on me at all times..." He took it out of his bag without even looking for said compartment. "I hope we didn't run out... stupid Ryohei-nii..." 

Her lips twitched at his huffing. Just like a mother.

"Does your brother need that much help?"

"Depends. He won't die without them, its just a matter of if he accepts them." Kyoko finally took out the bandage. "Hold still." The pain was still ebbing away, but she cringed as he wrapped the bandage around her finger. "There, you should be fine." His hands then intersected with hers, smiling warmly at her. "We should go to class now, shouldn't we?"

She blinked, thrown off yet again by her crush's behavior.

"A..are you sure we should go in like this?" She tried to let go of his hand but he smiled, his grip stubborn as she began to flush under his eyes. W...was Kyoko-kun always this strong? Hnng. Tsuna quickly gave up as she leaned into his side, the male idol beaming at her. Honestly, for the 5 minute bullshit that humiliated her, this pulled off way too well, Tsuna eeping as he licked her cheek for no reason. God, she hoped she didn't get too many death glares. She was going to die eventually, wasn't she?

Kyoko interrupted her thoughts. "If you're worried about today's event, or the others, I'll make sure to protect you!"

"But how?"

They stopped right before the class, Kyoko's arm still interlaced with hers, murmurs rising at their arrival.

Tsuna looked back to Kyoko and he winked at her.

"Like this."

Next thing she knew, his other hand was situated at her hip, mouth agape as he sucked at her tongue and wanted to cry out, but Kyoko refused to let her run away. Her knees wobbled at the toe curdling sensation of his lips tugging her lower lip, angling the slant of their mouths for a deepening kiss, teasingly pulling out of said kiss with a lick down her neck. She closed her eyes as he leaned forward, bracing herself for a kiss, but his lips touched her cheek. "I really liked that confession, Tsuna-chan! You're mine now, right?"

Her brain was too busy dealing with her body shutting down, only managing to successfully stutter out an embarrassed yes. Tsuna nearly tripped, had it not been for him. Kyoko-kun was really strong, huh? He saved her from tripping with only one hand, barely moving to do anything. She couldn't even ground herself, not comprehending that she was sitting on Kyoko-kun's lap, protectively hoarded as her classmates were red-faced as her while the fangirls were shocked, slightly heartbroken at his glares. 

Kyoko smiled mischievously. "Now you're officially mine, Tsuna-chan! Right?"

"T-That's right! Kya!" She jolted as he touched her hips. 

The boy smiled smugly, ignoring the baby in the window glaring at him.

He didn't like to rock the boat at school with his actual personality, but something about Tsuna was endearing and attractive to him. He was getting tired of conning the masses anyways. This was a much better product of his time. She shivered so cutely when he teased her, brushing a little too far up her thigh but said nothing, only squeezing said thighs as she looked at him with an erotic look. 

He knew it wasn't intentional but God did he want to explore more of her.

Kyoko already had things he wanted to do to this girl, but he willed it all away. It was a miracle she didn't run away from him, considering that Kyoko was more intense than most people thought. He just looked really sweet, and the only reason why he kept it up was because of a dare from his brother. He could already hear girls crying from this, Kyoko laughed inwardly.

Now that he had something this interesting, he had no other time for his usual acts, clinging closer as he breathed in her mellow scent.

She squeezed his hand in surprise, but that made her even cuter. 

She was so jumpy, his eyes followed her face and body more than he anticipated.

He didn't even give any courtesy glances his classmates' way, much more interested in the shy and apparently mafia heiress who was still struggling to escape his clutches. She was adorable!

School lessons drifted by and soon enough, it was all over.

He even managed to put his phone number into her contact without her noticing, too distracted by his kisses when it was finally lunch break. Tsuna's shrieks when he hit a vital point really tempted him into going further than just a teasing kiss down the neck, his eyes darkening as he smirked. Tsuna quietly moaned yet again, her voice turning raspy as he hummed into her shoulder. "K-Kyoko-kun! Don't do that, I'm sensitive," She whimpered adorably, driving his instincts insane.

"...get your hands off my student, brat." Reborn jumped on the boy's head. Kyoko grimacing.

"You're so heavy for a baby."

"I was gone for a few hours and you're already trying to get your hands on Dame Tsuna? You're going to kill her with this."

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "I see no issue with our relationship."

"I don't give a damn about some teenage romance," the baby sneered. "But I was hired to get her stats up, asap. We can't have someone like you distracting the heiress, capisce?" Kyoko frowned. Honestly, the baby was in the way of his passionate kisses, but Kyoko did impulsively pledge himself to her cause. Wouldn't do to get in the way of her education, right?

"Capisce. But can't you use me as a reward system then?" Kyoko smiled. She eeped mentally at that impish grin, eyes wide as he hugged her and then abruptly let go of her waist. Her eyes widened, unconsciously pouting as she shifted uncomfortably towards him, but didn't want to push him, so she stood there with expectant eyes. "See? I think Tsuna-chan could use some encouragement like this!" Normally, she would squirm in his arms like she did the whole day, but for some reason, when he opened his arms she took no hesitation in letting herself be scooped up.

She hid her face into Kyoko's chest, cheek squished up as the boy smiled at her.

...did she use up all her luck in this life?

She really couldn't think right now.

"You're playing a dangerous game, idol boy." Reborn coldly retorted. "But, seeing that you're this shrewd and overprotective so quickly, that can be a good quality for a founding member of the 10th generation. She's going to have to interact with other men too, you know?" The reminder was a cold sting.

Bastard.

He mentally calmed himself down before speaking.

"I know," Kyoko cheerfully replied. "It is the mafia, after all. But I don't think anyone could make Tsuna do things she really doesn't like. Usually, I make all the girls who confess to me run away or cry when I reveal myself. If you know me, then you must know that I'll make myself useful, right?" He stroked the back of his new girlfriend's hair, smiling as she pressed her face into his torso even deeper. "If we do have to break up, I'll respect my donna's decisions... but only if it comes from her and her only. I'll help her, no matter what."

Reborn scrutinized the smiling boy, refusing to change his attitude. He sighed.

"Dame Tsuna really picked a nightmare. But fine. For now, we drop this conversation. And it's only been one day, don't make me cap you with this gun, brat." Calm down on the kisses, you shitty bastard, was the message Reborn had in mind. "Behave."

Kyoko smiled with teeth. 

"I understand."

Reborn resisted the urge to load him with bullets, his hat tilted down. "I sure hope you do." It was only the first day of Reborn's training hell. 

Only God knew what was coming next.

Kyoko Sasagawa was never a real part of the operation, but considering Reborn had already ended up almost throttling the boy for all the things he had done to his dunce of a student -- the charming boy had the qualities of the mafia in that regard. Besides, it wouldn't be too bad for them to get engaged. Tsuna would probably kill anyone if she had to be married off officially to a mafioso—that would definitely make her run away from the crown. For now, he was a good back up until it was time to remove him.

Well, if any man could even remove him from eligibility, that is. 

Reborn had an inkling Kyoko would be too efficient at charming and proving his worth to the mafia.

That boy was certainly dangerous when it came to Tsuna, his instincts screamed at him.

...

Years down the line, his no good student did manage to be successful, even with her possessive boyfriend tugging her away from the others so she could only be with him. Not even Mukuro could outcharm the bastard. It was impressive seeing pure spite ground Kyoko from the mist flames. He had no choice but to consider the brat a vital pillar of Vongola, though to Timoteo, the man was delighted. Must be the grandfather genes, Reborn sagely thought. If there were any other possibilities with the boys plucked for the candidacy positions of guardians beyond that, Reborn would probably see all of said plans be destroyed in Kyoko's smiling eyes.

It was impressive how terrifying the pretty boy was.

Dino could learn a thing or two.

"Tsuna-chan's firsts and lasts will all be mine," Kyoko smugly taunted, daring anyone to come at him with his sleepy girlfriend on his shoulder. "Any protests?"

Reborn approved as he stepped back. "If you're competent enough, I won't have any complaints."

"I aim to please."

Not only that, but he was a pretty good mediator for the Vongola's guardians.

Teamwork was good for a civilian order, but deciding who was the main operator after their boss was vital, especially since two of said members were fighting for the right hand position. They were still kids, but the look on Kyoko's face was chilling, his smiling words brutal to the touch.

"...the more you squabble like idiots, the more Tsuna-chan will be stressed out," He sighed, gingerly pressing her lips to her temple as his holding secured her even more, his eyes darkly staring at the two who were causing his donna to stress out a little too much. "If there is dissent in her following, I will cut your limbs off and feed you to the mafia and replace you all without her knowing." That smile was damning, the cruelty in his eyes only lowering as his beloved wiggled on him, unaware of all the havoc her boyfriend was causing.

Gokudera could tell he was serious, nervously nodding as he elbowed Takeshi in the ribs to take the words seriously. Though, it also seemed like Takeshi's lighthearted facade dissipated with that warning.

"...we understand."

"Good!" Kyoko beamed at the two. "Then by the time Tsuna-chan wakes up, you two can be her left hand and right hand! Otherwise, I'd hate to get serious!"

"Little brother is not joking," Ryohei cheerfully reminded the two. "Get along, please?" He cracked his knuckles.

...to think this kind of conversation is between middle schoolers.

Namimori was a brutal town.

Reborn couldn't complain though.

It was hard to figure out how to slide in the cruel truths of the mafia to kids who knew nothing, even with a few native born Italians.

One Italian was talented with explosives and a rare genius, though the didn't make him patient enough to slither around the politics. Too naive. A complete dud, looking for approval. And the other Italian was a child. Granted, the bazooka of his wasn't a terrible tool, but no one should ever give a brat like that any time traveling powers. Then there were also the criminals, but Reborn rarely saw Mukuro and his goons around enough to regard them with much care. Tsuna was too nice, he and Kyoko agreed, but followed her wishes to not bother them or chain them down.

However, Kyoko had seduced his lover into handing some of the punishments to him.

Tsuna had done it readily, only used to his sweet side. 

Kyouko-kun couldn't be that cruel, right?

And all of this was happening while the actual boss was sleeping, blissfully unaware of Kyoko's overprotective instincts. Reborn could tell he would never overstep his boundaries in regards to her actual wishes, but if there was anything remotely bothering her, he would use some means to get rid of it silently. It was both a boon and detriment to Vongola, but he was swallowed up by his feelings for his girlfriend. That was the only weakness allowed from the idol whose smile was only for her.

It was hard to see that he was a civilian, much more calculating than even the smarter mafioso, always kissing the wrist of the flustered girl.

He was like a poisonous rose.

All bowed to Tsuna's mercy, otherwise the loving darkness of her soon to be husband would certainly bring the dissenters to ruin. Reborn had fun spreading those rumors. Any means of undermining the woman of Vongola blood and turning to only the man behind her throne would result in spilt blood. Their heels would be ripped out so they couldn't run, and throats slashed.

That fiery hair of his matched well with the bloodied curtains and his blood splattered skin.

They shuddered at his wrath and his syrupy sweetness, heads bowing to the new donna.

But she didn't care for that.

To Tsuna, she could only worry about him being potentially hurt, that dangerous blade still not sheathed. She licked away at the blood on his cheek, her hands trembling. Kyoko-kun was perfectly matched to the mafia, she knew. But it didn't make her guilt go away. She was still no good, secretly. Only Kyoko-kun knew how much weak and pathetic she was, and he still loved her anyway. He leaned into her touch, swallowing a groan as she carefully suckled and grazed at his injuries with her essence.

It sure was worth every brutal fight, if he was going to get this treatment.

Some people even thought he was actually a sky, with how potent her possessive flames engulfed him like an ocean. He laughed everytime they looked to please him, a "potential" sky.

Well, this also brought a great boon to him.

Not only did he find the ones who were most likely to abuse Vongola's name in vain, assuming only men could hold said Sky flames, but now he could especially reward the ones who had earnest loyalty towards the Vongola and trusted their judgment, throwing in a good hearted smile to her when she looked at him discreetly. The traitors, he let the guardians and Reborn run amok and do as they judged appropriate for their respective punishments against the House of Vongola.

Satisfaction curled up inside of his chest when the reports came back, Vongola Decimo's dogs brutal to the very end.

His sweet Tsuna even knew more about this side of him on occasion, her lashes fluttering in the dusky midnight lighting of her office as she kissed him with a passionate ferocity only known to him, praising him for being so thorough on cleaning house, her ass pressing into his tent mercilessly until he had no choice but to stain the entirety of said pants all while she pried his mouth open with her tongue, like a temptress.

Kyoko only fell further in love, tongue dancing at the tip of her mouth, hands roaming all over her upper half.

Such an awkward girl transformed into a pure vixen, envious eyes glaring into him as Kyoko smiled, resting his hand on her hip at their balls.

He loved how she writhed under him, the teats of her soft flesh so sensitive, like a dainty flower despite all the firepower inside of her. She was herself around him, and he couldn't be more grateful to have her. Even when Tsuna was too foolish and too soft, her tears were wiped by her beloved. He kissed every tear, wanting to consume her sweetness and her saltiness more and more, joined at her hip like the devil. Everyone in Vongola revered the Decimo's soon to be husband as much as her, always the shadowed half to her light.

But to Tsuna, he was her angel.

She didn't deserve such a loving man. But he worshiped her like he was the stars to her moon. Tsuna couldn't imagine a world without him.

To think it all began with Reborn...

Like clockwork, the two lovers ignored the bloodbath, their passion thrumming through the throne and the bodies dragged silently away from the reigning couple. Then it all fell silent, the throne room completely locked off from access at that moment. She could hear his heartbeat with hers as they held each other in a deep embrace, before they kissed like lovers who wanted to savor it all. Just like him, the first one was a longing brush of lips, warmth ghosting along intimately melded breath.

The air was held, a stagnant embrace.

Then it was let go.

Their lips were wet with want, beginning to swell in earnest and longing desire.

Her hands took comfort in feeling against the sewn edges of his suit jacket, something that made him look even more beautiful to her, and yet so constraining. She knew of all the heat that traversed on his very skin once he stripped himself, radiating like the sun. At this parting distance, their eyes scanning each other, she couldn't help but admire the faint freckles on his skin, matching well with his very hair color, until he slanted his face to fit with hers. Their kisses were so polite, so nipping, yet so passionate.

"Ngh," She let out a noise at the tip of his tongue tracing her lower lip, their tongues waltzing about, Tsuna trembling softly under his control.

Kyoko always did like teasing her and taking it slow, like he wasn't going to fuck her shamelessly and ruin her clothes. She shivered at the way his breath danced along her sensitive spots, skin tender from all his love marks—she hadn't even thought to cover them up, Kyoko cheerfully distracting her from the thought of even thinking by herself, privileged to be able to dress up his pretty doll of a girlfriend and she blushed under his careful hands.

His little angel.

Kyoko felt tempted to chain her up and leave her crying from his pleasuring hands, but leaving his marks on the smooth nape of her neck was satisfying enough for him to calm down.

It was a secret only he and his brother knew, but Kyoko genuinely was a ticking time bomb. 

He had all but accepted he was going to self-destruct one day, the frivolity of a civilian life filling him with restlessness.

Even fighting with his brother felt useless, and he found enjoyment in flirting with the girls in an angelic smile—robotic until Tsuna fell from ramming herself into his chest, his eyes unable to focus on most of what she was saying with her bare form, until she kissed him shyly and so awkwardly. He found it funny how she remembered everything about her confession but the kiss. 

Her lips were clumsy, barely knowing how to kiss, a simple youthful peck making his cheeks flush.

Silly girl.

But that was fine, he smiled.

Something about her made him have an inkling he would be with this girl forever, or as long as he could. His little angel, the devious tempter of all humans. He could envision her leaving a trail of broken hearts, and Kyoko wanted to see where she went, with that cute flustered face and her petite feet. She saved him, and he had no qualms about that.

Now he was hers.

It was satisfying to see her always turn to him, to trust him with her life, he moaned as she retaliated and let her hands run under his clothes, palming the abdomen of her lover. Her fingers raked through his stomach, a ticklish spark making him chuckle in her mouth. Only he was beholden to the twinkle in her eye, charisma tugging at him to slip away. He always indulged himself in her, his lip rubbing against hers.

Each kiss felt nostalgic.

He could recall her squeaks, a dusting of childhood sparking off his smiles.

At the same time, a sensual pleasure crawled up his body as he felt her body relax thoroughly.

She and him had changed. The corners of her lips crushed against his, the man unable to resist her crawling atop his chest.  Her body was certainly curvier, limbs less awkward as she decisively rolled into him.

Peach lips pressed into a pout.

"You're thinking of something, aren't you?" She leaned into his personal space, teeth softly biting into Kyoko's lip, drawing at the skin. Her firm ass dug into his torso, both actions eliciting a drawn out groan from him. She smiled, a twinkle of mischief in them. Heat burned in the pit of their stomachs, anticipation lying in wait with his body at her mercy—fingers walking down his sides in a leisurely manner. "You're paying attention now, right?" Kyoko resisted the urge to laugh from his ticklish sides, letting the weight of her legs counteract it. Still, he smiled a bit too bright. It was always so cute seeing her be in a trance over it. She had always claimed it was a smile that made her fall in love again, but he didn't understand it, to this day.

To this day, she had never looked at another man the same way she looked at him, an earnest little puppy under his greedy kisses. 

It didn't make any sense that he was happy with someone, instead of smiling vacantly at another girl but he was glad for it.

Especially when she got like this, pressing him underneath her lithe body.

No suit could hide her impressive physique, especially with all the steamed and pressed fabric designed to highlight her form as he requested in his orders, her nude form burned into him. Her pouts were just so adorable... "You know I always think about you," He tilts his face up, lips pressing into hers, the sound of wetness and a pop of air echoing. "I could never think of anything else, Tsuna-chan. Not even if I wanted to." From the very moment he saw her confess, he could never take his eyes off of her. If there was one thing he was grateful for, it was the mafia sending him a gift like her.

Only he would get something like this, the decimo's breasts spilling out of her top as he licked along the cleavage, teeth neatly pulling away at the buttoned sides. With more and more time, the hidden skin showed itself. 

She looked like a Goddess.

Her body was craving him, eyes burning like sweet caramel and dark chocolate. "Mmm, I like the sound of that," She laughed slowly, sweet as molasses. "Touch me?"

"Gladly."

The donna's skin tingled as he swept his gaze over her, their voices hushed and lustful as he lifted her blouse up, folded over her chest as perfectly formed stomachs brushed against each other—years of hard work shown through their formed muscles.  All those years of both of them whining and avoiding Reborn’s deadly training for several weeks in a row had paid off. The only time they didn't do that was for her seductive training, Kyoko remembering how turned on he was when a clumsy Tsuna was thrown onto him, clad in a night dress he wanted to rip up with his teeth. Her cries and stunned moans as he bit onto her thigh hard, made holding back the urge to break into her nigh impossible, his hard-on distracting as he tried his best to be obedient to Bianchi's stringent orders.

There were nights where the scent of her pussy buried into his face haunted him, frequently suffering from wet sheets and wet dreams.

(He only knew it was worth being an obedient student as Bianchi only smiled at his dark eyebags, humming cheerfully as she threw the teenager a box of condoms on the girl's 18th birthday, and gave him the hotel room number on a paper, telling them it was all on Vongola.

It was the best thing they got out of the mafia, even as Tsuna tried to deny that.

Kyoko fondly remembers that night, Tsuna's cunt well receiving and sensitive to his touch as he swallowed her moans. She was perfect for him.)

Even now, she looked just as beautiful.

Everything about her was so seductive, the refreshing yet womanly perfume filling his sinuses with everything that was her. Skin danced alongside the edges of the black office skirt on her soft thigh, accentuated further by the way she had claimed him by mounting his person teasingly. Seeing her thighs jut out from the modest thing was stirring something up to him. He wanted to eat her thighs. Serve her pussy with his fingers and drink up her juices as she shivered and clung onto him. They were beautiful and tempting.

...there was no way this woman was going to leave him sane.

Before anything could be said to the woman, he quickly maneuvered from the position of where he topped her, the girl woefully smaller in this angle as she sunk into the mattress with a yelp, moving his hands directly inside of her and relishing the sensations. "How is it, Decimo?"

Her face shifted, a desperate yet arrogant charge to it, her eyes honing in on his lips. 

Kyoko smiled deviously.

"...shut your mouth....ah—just keep doing whatever feels so right," She responded blankly, sweat crawling down her neck and into her breasts, skin glistening with want and arousal. She bucked her hips once again, that usual heat building up inside of her as he stirred her crazy as he spread her open with his thigh—dropping his pelvis to knock his cock into her womb and she shuddered. "Hnmf! Ah—ah—Kyoko, I'm going to—" Her back arched, squeezing along his cock further as their weight pressed into the bed, slowly creaking as he found the perfect momentum of a slow but hard hitting wave, her body twitching even more when this happened.

"What was that, could you say it again?"

"I said... shut up—"

She was tightening him in her honey trap, perfect fuckable lips moaning and crying out his name with a sob that he swallowed up her voice, now loving how her tight walls seemed to go beyond squeezing—writhing and pulsing until she inevitably collapsed with an open pair of thighs coated in her own orgasm, shivering as his fingertips rubbed at the outer edges of her vulva and patted her pussy as her tongue seemed to stop struggling so much—letting her lover spear through her mouth where he had control of her now limp body.

It was infuriating and satisfying how utterly devastating her lover could be regardless of what she did.

Tsuna was going to feel every sexual tingle for a week straight, she whimpered as he soothingly massaged her body, pressing gently on her stomach. She could just feel her womb aching for his presence, but he was cruel and refused to insert any toy into her. He always knew to linger at the spots he marked and keep exploiting that side of her, alongside the part of her inner thighs that always seemed to be wet. Well, she couldn't help it, Kyoko did things to her that she couldn't comprehend.

To think she used to think he was cute.

"...you really are not cute. You're the devil," She groaned as his fingers stretched her cunt out, wanting more inserted but she's wrung out as he touches her sensitive little clitoris, Kyoko giggling as she's cumming yet again. "You're so mean—"

Her hips jolted as he rubbed her hip with his other hand. 

"I have no idea what you mean?" He blinked, still somehow cute as he dragged her to his side. He wasn't good for her heart, she gasped as he kissed her neck. These little kisses were going to kill her, she whimpered as he pulled her hair to the side, teasing her by tugging on it. She tried pulling away, but he had already exploited her sensitivity through her hair, feeling everything as he kissed the tips of said hair with a crooked smile. "I'm just a loyal man--of course I want my wife and boss to be happy with me. I don't mean any harm," He chuckled. "Reborn says we need to consolidate our era with a baby, and I don't disagree."

Incomprehensible noises of pleasure burst from her as he presses a hand into her stomach.

Even without looking him in the eye, she knows he's been keen to have babies with her. "Can't you just feel that urge, Tsuna-chan? How it feels so sad and lonely when we part from each other, how empty you are without me?" Those sweet, seductive lips of his curve into her skin as he continues to grab onto the rest of her, now spread to her chest.

He's a dangerous web, silken words feeding her fantasies.

But the curling of his tongue is all too real, the heat stamped and imprinted into her flesh as she cums yet again. She feels wet, but not from just her legs. Her breasts have been sore, his mouth used to tenderly suckle at them until to their surprise, milk started coming out a few weeks ago. She wasn't pregnant by any means, but having her bras and nightgowns being soaked at her chest area was a process she was not ready for. Each time, Kyoko looked at her chest longingly, preferably for a baby latched onto her sweet milk and today was no different.

He enjoyed coaxing her body.

"If we have a baby, think of how relieving it'll be to not hide your milking breasts from everyone," He teased, a thin line of milk from her teat pouring onto his hand. "You could even walk around topless for the sake of your baby, have everyone look at you as you lovingly feed our baby from those sensitive little tits, love."

Every word from him was like a kiss from the devil, and she let him consume her again and again.

"Let me cum in you, my love."

Instinctively, her body caved in yet again and rode his cock atop his lap, rocking slowly with satisfaction. She responded to his every touch, but made sure she drank in and absorbed every shock of pleasure in her system, letting his tongue slide down into the valley of her wet, milking breasts, shivers through her body as he came in her whilst his toughened hands groped her ass. With a quivering, thick need, she laid limply with an imploring and desperate gaze too erotic for one mere man. And yet, he was the only one allowed to see him like this.

"Impregnate me."

Her hips were spread even further, ready for his cock. He smiled sweetly. "You're such a good girl, my love."

Good girl... 

Tsuna liked that. It made her stomach flutter, like on that first day.

She nodded before she burrowed herself into his figure, intent on milking him just as he milked her, obedient like a little lamb.

Her belly was full with several rounds of his semen, her breasts aching to be rubbed as her hips showed the bruises of firm, strong hands breeding her. Her eyes were hollow, mad from pleasure, as she nuzzled into his neck even when she was asleep. His boss and wife were just so sweet when she was so pliant to him, only wanting him and nothing more. He kissed both her wedding ring and the Vongola ring. She belonged to him and him only. For now, they couldn’t officiate their wedding due to the chaos of the mafia, but soon, he would marry this woman. He had already called her his wife affectionately in the years before they were fully settled into Italy.

The smiling man looked at her stomach, caressing it in the hopes that their baby would come into being eventually.

"Don't be so shy. Your mama really wants you, even if she's a little busy handling our world. Papa wants to spoil our soon to be family, alright?"

As though she heard it, the sleeping woman lurched forward, her hold even stronger.

Kyoko smiled. "Your mama's a strong, loving woman. She's been expecting you for a while, alright? Don't break her heart now." His hand touched her stomach again, but this time, a flash of sun flames emanated off his caress and absorbed into her womb. "That should be good enough." A smile crept onto her sleeping face.

It was so warm...