#Gokuera

[nogoodvongoladecimo]

"Gokuera-kun! Calm down. What happening?" Tsuna question in concern

I really need to punch something.

[mafiabosstsuna]

This blog's notification was the only thing that made me happy in the mornings...Thanks for the amazing fics and stuff. They helped me a lot during hard times! Hibari, Giotto and Hayato supporting their s/o in their project/university course. But of course, in a mafioso way~ Ps: i love this blog with my all being plx dont leave :c

[ I hope we can still make you happy, even though the old admins aren’t writing with us anymore. I’m sure they would be honored than this blog and their writing was able to help you. Having such loyal readers is a gift and I sincerely hope that moving forward, we can uphold their standards. Nevertheless, thank you for writing in, and here’s to better times ahead!

                                                                         –Admin Giotto ]

[ Additional Notes: The grading system mentioned in Hibari’s portion is the American system where an A represents 90th percentile of a grade, a B the 80th, and so on. An F is anything below the 50th percentile, and the lowest you can receive in most schools, meaning that you’ve failed the class (or assignment).

The economics course only allowing the top 10% of students to receive an A and only half of the students to pass the class altogether is actually based on a real economics teacher I had in high school. He was a dick, and this was therapeutic to write. ]

Hibari:

“What a useless grading scheme,” Hibari turned over the syllabus in his long fingers, frowning at the percentages listed in bold. “It’s not even curved.”

“It’s an economics class,” You explain, and run a frustrated hand through your hair. “The professor is using the scarcity principle to game our grades. It’s stupid and completely rigged to justify favoritism. It’s been that way all semester.”

The heavy sigh that blew out of you pulled Hibari’s attention from the syllabus, and his dark eyes focused on the defeated slump of your shoulders.

“Half the class will actually fail? Only ten percent will achieve top marks?” He set the syllabus back with your things, considering the system’s merit.

“Yeah. My GPA shouldn’t take a blow just because someone else scored an A, too.”

“I see.” The answer seemed obvious to Hibari. If the goal of the class was to reflect the resource scarcity of real life, then the answer was to ensure your control of resources.

You gave an exhausted laugh, and let your head fall onto the pages of your textbook. “Yeah, me too.”

————–

“Hibari,” You called, wandering into the house. He looked up from his book, and you held your final grades transcript for the semester up in confusion. “I…. I got an A.”

“Don’t you usually?” The answer was casual, almost bored.

“Not in this class. Not my economics class.”

“You received an A because you have ties to the mafia.”

It took you a moment to process that. Hibari was never so…. so blasé about mafia business. Or using it to interfere in your life.

“I… I’m sorry, what? What about mafia ties?”

“The only solution to acquiring a scarce resource is to seize the control of that resource.” Hibari turned the page of his book, seeming to have lost interest.

“Hibari, what did you do? Did you rig my grades?!”

“Your professor wanted to simulate reality. Reality is that your ties to the mafia give you a means that other students don’t have. Those means secured your grade.” He raised an eyebrow, as if this were obvious.

“I worked so hard,” Your voice shook. “I studied for hours, and whatever grade I would’ve gotten, I would have deserved! Because it would have been me that earned it, not the mafia! Not my boyfriend! Not my professor being threatened!”

“Why are you upset about succeeding?” Hibari’s brow furrowed, his attention no longer on the book in his lap. “Is it so upsetting that you received an A you would have deserved, if it weren’t for his justifications for favoritism?” He threw your words back at you, like they justified what he had done.

“I wasn’t successful! You were!” You all but screamed, shaking the paper at him. “I worked hard, Hibari! I wanted to do this myself!”

“Success isn’t about hard work,” His tone was clipped. “It’s about strategy. It’s about playing the game, and using the means at your disposal. And you won this round, _____. That’s what success is.”

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Giotto:

“I’m never gonna finish this paper before the deadline!” Stress radiated from every tense line of your body as you frantically poured over research, hands flying over each keystroke like your fingers were on fire.

“Ah, don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll have enough time!” Giotto laid a soothing hand between your shoulder blades, and kissed the top of your head.

Within an hour, your professor issued a class-wide extension of the deadline. You breathed a sigh of relief, and went to get a cup of coffee.

——–

“Oh, this class looks interesting. It even counts towards my prerequisites!” You tapped the title in your course book excitedly, showing the man poised over your shoulder. It was so rare to find enjoyable classes that counted towards your core curriculum. Skimming through the information listed, your good mood fell abruptly. Only worth three credits. Silently, you put an X through it and turned the page, continuing your search before the registration deadline hit.

His hand stopped yours, smoothing the page back down.

“You’re not going to take it?”

“No,” You sighed. “It’s only three credits. I’d have to take another class to get all my credits in under the prerequisites, and that’s too expensive and way too much time. I’ll have to find something else.”

You tried to keep the disappointed tone out of your voice, but Giotto’s thoughtful hum meant you had failed miserably. He took your pen and scribbled down the course number.

“Just in case,” He told you. “Keep looking. I’ll be back later.” The apologetic look usually meant he had mafia business. Brushing it off, you went back to your search.

A week later, students were issued an updated course catalog just in time for the semester registration. Of the notable changes made, there as just one that interested you- the credits for the course you had so badly wanted to take had changed.

Four credits. Just enough to fill the requirement.

You eyes narrowed suspiciously.

——–

“I think the university made a mistake.” You kept your tone casual, not ready to show your hand. Instead, you focused on the screen in front of you, wearing a face of light confusion.

“A mistake?” Giotto’s brow furrowed in concern, and he peered over your shoulder. “How so?”

“It says my tuition has been paid.” You narrowed your eyes, and looked up at him. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Giotto?”

His face pinched, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Of course not–  ”

“  –So if I ask your secretary, she’s not gonna show me a bank statement that has a withdrawal to my university in it?” You interrupted, crossing your arms. Giotto was a terrible liar, at least when it came to you.

He paused and took a breath, seeming to carefully consider his next words.

“…..I only want you to be able to focus on your studies without worrying about the money.”

“I have a job and I can pay my own tuition.”

“You shouldn’t need to work your way through school.” He frowned, mirroring your frustration.

“I can do this myself! I don’t need you to pay my way, especially without my permission.”

“You don’t have to do this yourself.” Although it hadn’t been cross to begin with, his tone gentled. “I know you can. But you don’t have to.”

Your arms fell apart, anger draining out of you at his words.

“There’s nothing you can’t do yourself. But I’ll always be here to support you. Always.”

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Hayato:

“Don’t you think you’re spending a little too much time with those shitty textbooks?”

You poke your head up from the stack of homework you’ve accumulated.

“Are you jealous of my assignments, Gokudera?” There’s a coy smile you’re fighting to keep off your of your lips, as you peer at him in amusement.

“I’m not fucking jealous, I just think you’re neglecting your duties to the Famiglia.” He fixes you with a glare, but you’ve learned to read Hayato’s moods like the back of your hand.

He’s not mad. He isn’t even worried about mafia business. He’s jealous.

“I just have to get through midterms and I’ll be back to normal, okay?” You give him a reassuring smile, turning the pen in your fingers. As cute as it is that he wants your attention, you really need to get this assignment done.

“No,” He snaps. “You’re spending too much fucking time studying and you’re always gone at classes when you’re needed here. This isn’t working, ____.”

The agreement had been that, even while taking classes, your first priority would the Famiglia. And in your eyes, you had upheld that bargain beautifully. Anger finally getting the best of you, you dropped the pen and stood, planting the hands on the pages in front of you.

“I never miss a training session! I never miss a mission! There’s not a day I haven’t sacrificed going to class if I was needed for something, and you know it! You want to talk about always being gone? Where are you, half the time anyways, huh?”

“I’m off taking extra missions to keep work off you back, idiot!” Hayato unfolds himself from the doorway, standing to his full height as his own anger flares to life. “I make sure you have time to go to class! I take other partners so you can write your shitty term papers! And it’s not gonna keep working like that!”

You blinked, staring at him open-mouthed. You’d had no idea he was working so hard to give you time for school. Hadn’t known there were missions he took behind your back so you could focus on assignments.

“I’m sorry,” The words spilled out of your mouth. “I’m sorry, Gokudera. I…. I didn’t realize.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, I bet you didn’t.”

“I’ll cut down to part time. I won’t make you cover for me, anymore.”

Hayato eyes you skeptically, but nods. The small gesture speaks volumes about his support. If he didn’t want you in university, he wouldn’t demanded you pull out altogether. If he thought your degree was a waste of time, he wouldn’t have cut down your mafia duties behind your back.

“And…..Gokudera?” He throws a glance over his shoulder, having turned to leave.

“Thanks.”

“Whatever. You’d better not fuckin’ fail those classes.”

You smile.

[uncreditedsaviors]

Goku and Asta for the ultimate ship meme

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Forever

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It took a very, very long time because Asta dense and Gokudera have no idea how to tell her

How was their first kiss? - It was awkward 

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Gokudera

Who is the best man/men? - Tsuna and Yamamoto

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Elpida and Michiyo

Who did the most planning? - Both

Who stressed the most? - Gokuera

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Lot of people

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 1

How many children will they adopt? - None

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Asta

Who is the stricter parent? - Gokudera

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Gokudera

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Asta

Who is the more loved parent? - Both

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?- Asta

Who cried the most at graduation? - Asta

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Gokudera

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Asta

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Neither

Who does the grocery shopping? - Asta

How often do they bake desserts? - Once a week

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Both

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Asta

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Neither 

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Gokudera, please stop 

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Asta

Who is really against chores? - Neither

Who cleans up after the pets? - Asta

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Neither

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Neither

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Gokudera

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Gokudera

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Asta

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Very often

What are their goals for the relationship? - Making each other happy as much they can

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Neither

Who plays the most pranks? - Neither

[quess-writes]

//Assuming you meant Adult Reborn cause yeaaaaaaaaa//

Reborn

It was raining. Clouds have formed covering the sky in a blanket of grey. You and Reborn were coming back from the market (thankfully) dry and arms full of fresh fruits and vegetables. Your arms felt like they were dying and although Reborn offered to take all the bags, you insisted you share (he still held the umbrella). Of course, you wouldn’t even be having this problem in the first place if he listened to you and took the damn car.

(Bastard brought an umbrella, he planned all this.)

Reborn suddenly stopped mid-way, a few drops of rain tickling your nose. You tried to wipe the wet spot with your shoulders, wondering why he had stopped. Before you can question anything, he gave the umbrella for you to hold (like you already didn’t have enough things to carry) and walked off to a lamppost.

“What the-?”

“I'm singin' in the rain. Just singin' in the rain. What a glorious feeling. I'm happy again~” he sang in a deep, yet jovial tine. He had a hop in his step, using the lamppost to add a little kick to his impromptu musical. “I'm laughing at clouds. So dark up above. The sun's in my heart. And I'm ready for love. For love~”

And you had to admit, he had a damn good voice and body. You’d compliment him... if it weren’t for the fact your arms were shaking like a newborn fawn on ice.

Reborn let out his hand, winking, his signature stupid smug smirk on his face. “Shall we dance?”

“You did not just use that line on me.” You somehow managed to cross your arms while holding an umbrella. “It’s raining, you’re wet, we’re carrying groceries, and I feel like my arms are going to fall off. Of all the times you can ask me to dance, is now really appropriate?”

“I don’t see why not? I’ve seen others do it.”

“What? Where?” You were genuinely surprised. Out of all the weird and spontaneous friends Reborn had that pooped by, none of them seemed to be this weird.

He tipped his fedora, Leon peaking out from his suit and turning into a green rose. “High School Musical.”

“Oh. My. God.” You wanted to slap that wink off his face so badly. “You did not just reference that fucking movie.” Despite your tone, a grin came crawling up your face. “As for you, Leon... I expected better of you.” It reverted back, curling its tail in amusement. “The both of you are so campy.”

“Oh?“ He quickly pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Is this what a ‘campy’ person would do?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Is the sky blue?”

His grin widened, pulling you closer. “It isn’t now.”

“Wrong expression. You know what I meant.”

“Of course I did.” He spun you around, dipping you just before your head hit the ground, before puling you into a chaste kiss. “But it doesn’t take away from the fact I was correct.”

“Fuck you.” You pulled his collar, kissing him deeply - his body heat warming yours, unable to pull away back into the cold. He slid his left arm over your back and the other under your bottom, slightly lifting you off the ground. His touch lingered, trying to preserve the heat before the wet chills took your nerves again. You both pawed at each other, as if their touch was going to be their last. You were passionate from the heat and grossed out from the wet clothes at the same time.

Surprisingly, he was the first one to stop. “Let’s take this inside, shall we?”

You eyed the fallen bags of food on the ground gathering rain water before nodding. You were sure Leon would either bring it back or give it to some locals. Looking back at him, you noticed his silent plea. Reborn had been stressed and destructive since Tsuna was hospitalized from the Naples attack. Of course it wasn’t directed towards you but you could still feel his irritation when he came home after a couple days of presumably living in the shooting range with Colonello.

You couldn’t guarantee erasing his worries in a single night, but if it distracted him from being self-destructive, then so be it.

“I love you.” You curled your fingers around his, kissing him on the cheek. “Lead the way.”

He smiled, the darkened  features of his face softening. “Love you too.”

Yamamoto

Gokudera bit down, trying desperately not to blow up at the man in front of him. “Not your right first, you idiot!”

Yamamoto chuckled nervously, his shoes clacking on the polished floor. “Uh... Sorry?”

He sighed, making sure Yamamoto placed his arms on the appropriate spot. “Let’s try this again. Place your feet together as the starting position. Not that close. Just a bit- yeah. Okay. First step: left foot forward approximately 64 cm. Second step: right foot forward approximately 74 cm in a 90 degree angle adjacent to the fourth step. Then third step: move your left foot horizontally...”

You stared admirably at the two men trying to waltz, munching on some imported snacks as you observed the two from the veranda. This had been going on for about an hour or so now - Gokudera yelling some gibberish and Yamamoto unable to follow said gibberish. Sad thing was, Gokudera wasn’t even teaching him a waltz yet, it was basic box dancing.

“Okay, now you go- fuck!”

“Sorry! Sorry!”

You gave your sentiments to the poor man. To your fiancé or Gokudera, you didn’t know.

“How do you expect to dance during the party with your two left feet!?” Gokuera yelled.

“Sorry, it’s just that this type of dance doesn’t really suit me?” Yamamoto shrugged in response.

He grumbled, eyeing you from across the ballroom. “Hey!” He yelled your name. “Come over here and teach your idiot of a fiancé to listen properly!”

“Why?” you yelled back, “You’re the one who insisted you can teach a bird to fly to Tsuna!”

“If your heels floods with blood during the dance, it’s not my problem!”

You rolled your eyes and got up, heading towards the pair. “Wow, harsh. Didn’t need to reference Cinderella, Hayato.”

“Shut up and tell Toby Maguire over there to stop his stupidity.”

“I’ll do you one better. I’ll teach him. And before you say anything, no you’ll not be disappointing Tsuna. Besides, he was going to ask me anyways.” You smirked. “Though you do dance greatly as a woman.”

“You think you can do better?”

You just smiled in response, taking Yamamoto’s arm and dragging him to the veranda. “Okay Takeshi, I’m going to be your instructor from now on.”

He nervously scratched his cheeks, looking away. “Really? Are you sure?”

You weren’t exactly the best dancer but at least you can do basic box steps. “Well, I know you learn by touch, and Hayato isn’t really one for that, now is he?”

He grinned. “I can’t argue with that.”

You gently placed your left hand on his right shoulder, guiding his right hand around your waist, your other hands locked together in an embrace. You looked up at him, your bodies touching each other. You stepped your left foot forward slightly, making sure his eyes registered the movement.

“Wait! I can’t dance-” You pecked his cheek, shutting him up instantly. “Shh... I think you got an earful from Hayato already. Just feel, Takeshi. You know the steps, know let your body feel it.”

He nodded, Following your movement (although he was in leading position) and like magic, he danced like a professional. To be honest, you’d be jealous of the way Yamamoto absorbed talents so quickly but the accomplished smile on his face erased those feelings in an instant.

You danced for another round, before letting go and stretching. “See? I knew you could do it. Let’s practice one more time before-”

Crack!

Shit.

With a crack of lightening, a sudden downpour left the two of you drenched in the rain. “So much for practice...” you thought bitterly, hair sticking to your face. “Takeshi, let’s go inside- Woah!”

In an instant, you were back to your position, with his hand around your waist and the other in your hand. “I’m wet.”

“That’s what happens when you’re with a Rain guardian.“ He winked, pulling you closer.

You rolled your eyes playfully, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against yours, yet still disgusted by the drops of rain dripping on your face. “Really?”

He gave you butterfly kisses, leading. “May I have this dance?”

“You’re supposed to ask before you grab me, dummy.” Despite your tone, you followed his lead.

The two of you danced in the rain for a while, complaining about the weather and the messed up appearance yet still laughing. He was an excellent leader and if it weren’t for the rain that made the tiles a bit slippery, you would’ve said he was a veteran in the arts.

He called your name. “Sorry, zoned out. What is it?” you asked.

His moved slowed until it was nothing more than gentle swaying. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything. I was so worried that I might’ve embarrassed you.” He pulled you in even closer, his lips kissing the crook of your neck. “I was so worried I might’ve disappointed you.”

“Those are you insecurities talking again. You’d never disappoint me. You’re an amazing person.” You gently embraced him, following his gentle movements. “I love you.”

You could feel his smile of relief tickling your skin. “I love you too.”

[katekyohrscenarios]

Headcanon about the Vongola + Byakuran's Halloween costumes?

Tsuna: A vampire since he already has he cap, and Natsu is his loyal guard animal.

Gokudera: Dr. Frankenstein, or some other famous mad scientist.

Yamamoto: Frankenstein’s monster (a happy coincidence) with the box animal dog (cant remember its name) as Frankendog

Lambo: A mummy

Ryohei: He wanted to go as a famous boxer, but his sister told him no.  So he went as Thor.  

Hibari: He didn’t have a costume on, but Mukuro put up an illusion around him that made it look like he went as a ballerina in a tutu.  (there will be hell to pay)

Chrome: She went as Poison Ivy (the character from DC comics (like batman and the joker) not the plant, just in case some of you don’t know who that is).

Mukuro: He went as the Joker.

Byakuran: A sexy candy cane.  (he lost a bet, or so he says.  No one believes him)

edit: my bad, i wrote marvel instead of DC for the poison ivy one

[operationx-blog]

[mafiabosstsuna]

Reborn, Gokuera and Xanxus protecting Tsuna's s/o (aka their Donna, their queen)

COMPLETE

admin Adelheid

Reborn

“I think that’s enough.”

The hitman’s presence stopped the angryglares being aimed at you before the other women sniffed and turned to walkaway.

Reborn turned towards the sound of yourdelighted clapping and sighed.

“You’re so awesome, Reborn! Thanks forcoming to my rescue~!” you shook your head wryly towards the women who even nowwere throwing malicious looks in your direction and sighed. “Jealous vixens.”

“They’re not jealous, they’re disgusted.”

“Disgusted?”

“That you dared call yourself Donna.”

“Why? Isn’t it true?”

“Only if you’re a Boss of a Family yourselflike Yuni, it would.” Reborn replied with seeming indifference as his eyesdarted around and stared at the women back. Gasping, the women walked out ofsight to disappear deeper into the party. “I would advise refraining fromintroducing yourself or letting anyone introduce yourself using that title. It’sbasically painting a target in the middle of your forehead.”

“It’s okay as long as I have someone likeyou and Tsuna to protect me right?”

Spreading his senses around to check formore danger he kept his fedora lowered and scowled before walking towards youand grabbing you by the collar of your neck as though you were bothersomeexcess baggage. You squeaked and protested but he ignored you. Walking into aroom where the Don meeting just ended for the night he found Tsuna alone andtired. The hitman dumped you at the Decimo’s feet.

“Hey! You can’t do that to me!” you criedout angrily, face red in fury.

“Reborn?” Tsuna glared up at his formertutor.

“Tsuna!” you rushed up to sit on the brunette’slap.

Reborn did not back down, however. He metgolden eyes with his own sharp onyx ones in challenge. “You better reteach thisone to know her proper place, Tsunayoshi. Do it or she won’t last longer thansix months no matter who’s guarding her. I can only help you as much as youhelp yourself. Dealing with this kind of arrogance annoys me and you know it.So fix her or I will put a bullet in her myself and save you the trouble.”

Hayato

Hayato gritted his teeth as he shot anotherfool who tried to come at you by going through him between the eyes and watchedas the man sank to the ground and bled. Keeping his eye on the other suited menfollowing his lead he gave them a nod to have them inspect the grounds for moreenemies.

Fools. What the hell did they think theywere going to gain by attacking Tsuna’s wife? But then again he couldn’t reallyblame these idiots for taking advantage of someone else’s idiocy.

“Good job, Hayato.” you said from behindhim in such a regal tone it set Hayato’s teeth on edge. “As expected of myTsuna’s right hand.”

Hayato glared at you sharply from beneathhis fedora and offered you a scowl to match before he spoke. “Go home.”

You glared back. “Sorry? I don’t takeorders from you.”

“Yeah well I don’t take orders from youeither; but here I am forced to attend you because you’re my Boss’ wife when Ihave better things to do. Go. Home.”

“I can do whatever I want whenever I want!”you replied rebelliously.

“Yeah? Well you’re goddamned lucky youmarried the Vongola Decimo or you would have died ten times over just now.”

“Shouldn’t you be more polite to me?! I’myou’re Boss’s wife!”

“Are you seriously that stupid?”

You gasped, offended at his harshness. “Excuseme?!”

“I would be more polite to you if you tookyour head out of your ass and start thinking about the dangers you’re puttingthe Boss in by endangering yourself!” Hayato lectured you coldly, ignoring yourstricken face. “You married into the Mafia, for God’s sake. The Boss may pamperyou but I’m his right hand for a reason. I’m not going to let the Family go toshit because you’re reckless and endangering the Boss and his subordinatesbecause of your inconsideration. Now go. Home!”

Xanxus

You were driving home back from lunch withan old friend when the SUV’s tire blew out. At first you thought it was anaccident. The sudden presence of several other black vans told you otherwise.

All around you your bodyguards took outtheir guns and proceeded to surround you, ready to shield you with their bodiesif they had to. But the presence of a dozen or more gunmen approaching yourlone vehicle and escort of four told you you were about to either be taken ordie. It seemed they have been planning this for a long time since there was notrace of civilian life around the block.

However, just as the enemy were about toclose in on you, a row of them started falling to the ground like puppets withtheir strings cut. Followed by an enormous roar.

“VOIIIIII!!!!!! LEAVE SOME FOR ME, YOUFUCKING HYENAAAAA!!!”

And then a flash of silver and a maniacalgrin started dancing around cutting people like a farmer cutting down wheat.

“It’s the Varia!” one of your bodyguardsmuttered. “We’re saved!”

You gasped in surprise and fright when theSUV suddenly moved. You caught the reflection on the side mirror and… Was thatLussuria changing the tire?

“Mou. What a stupid waste of time.” You andyour escorts gasped at the spectral form of Mammon floating in the car andspeaking with you. The illusionist released an irritable snort before he beganto speak. “You can go as soon as Lussu fixes the tires.”

“M-mammon-san? What’s going on?” youmanaged to ask.

“Nothing much. Just an assassinationattempt for you. We were wondering if they were really going to go through withit so we monitored it. The Boss was bored so he told us we’d help ourselves tothe action if they were actually stupid enough to attack the Decimo’s wife.”

“Bored?” you asked faintly. “Xanxus is herebecause he’s bored?!”

“Of course. Why else would he be here? Ohthank you, by the way. The Boss should be in a good mood tonight.”

You had to wince at that. At least theVaria seem to be enjoying themselves.

Someone knocked on the roof and you alongwith your bodyguards looked up to see who was knocking on the car. You andeveryone else paled at the sight of Levi looking down at you with fierce,unforgiving eyes with Xanxus right behind him.

“Hey, idiots. Get moving. You’re in theway.”

“X-xanxus!” you gasped, looking at theVaria Boss gratefully. “Thank you very―”

But Xanxus kicked at the car door and madeyou flinch back in surprise and fear. Mammon disappeared from the car andappeared on Belphegor’s head, already covered in the blood of his enemies.

“Are you deaf?! Get the fuck out of here!” he roared roughly, guns already inhis hands. “I won’t be able to go all out with you in the way, scum!”

Looking at Lussuria who was now standing besideLevi with a thumbs up and a wide grin the driver needed no further promptingand drove away at full speed.

Hours after you and your escorts reachedthe mansion there was news that the Varia had decimated half a city block whiledestroying your would be attackers.

[operationx-blog]