Although the more plausible future is that all the guardians are matured young men doing their jobs, and Tsuna is not literally swarmed in paperwork and has time to breathe. Varia and Vongola are just only good friends only when the Vongola family is threatened. Cavallone and Cozart families are just good friends. The Millefiore and the rest of the Acrobaleno (maybe some of the lot being more affectionate with Tsuna) just aquaintances... but I love my imagination to run wild, even if it is after 3 years since the end of it.

Sorry for my rant. Bet you totally skipped the first half anyway.

I'm kidding, do enjoy.

Sawada Tsunayoshi must never be hurt, emotionally or physically, inwardly or outwardly, in fact anywhere for the matter.

This is an extremely important rule, important enough to rival the laws of physics, or more so.

Only illnesses are the exceptions, (because you can't kill a virus with guns and explosions) but Shamal gets to them quickly enough.

Even governments around the world adhere to it. There have been several instances where they were quite close to putting it as part of their country's rules and regulations, only because he is Mafia (which might raise several concerns among the delicate souls of citizens), they hadn't. Still, 'Hurting Sawada Tsunayoshi' is a first-rate crime in their Department of Justice's five codes of laws: secret edition. Not that they needed to dish out any punishment to the offender in the first place, Vongola is more than capable of that, but it's always good to play safe.

That man can break a country to pieces, if he willed it. After all, he controls nearly half of the underground world, where weapons beyond the 'normal' scientific knowledge (aka rings and boxes) thrived. World War III can start and whichever country the Vongola sides with, is instantly victorious. However, Sawada Tsunayoshi is too endearing and kind, he will never resort to such despicable actions.

Reborn also had to add on, Tsuna was no longer the loser he initially was. In ten years, the boy had become a man, albeit a very hot one (puberty did a great job). Big, warm doe eyes, flushed cheeks, pale skin made him an apple, no a coveted treasure, in everybody's eyes. At twenty-four, he nearly won over everyone's hearts- the Varia, the Kokuyo gang, the six funeral wreaths (yes, including them!), Gamma and co, so on and so forth.

It is Tsuna, who has the innate nature of saint.

The people around him is a different matter altogether.

"But you need enough darkness to balance out the light." Uni would reason much later.

There was an incident recorded in Italy, a few months ago. People learned of it in newspapers as a minor strife among family companies. In truth, it was the clearing of an entire Mafia group. Tsuna didn't get a say in this though, not that he could have (poor angel being bound in hospital with plugs and wires). It was a unanimous decision by everyone in the family, including the kind, old Vongola Nono, and when you have Nono's seal of approval, it's fucking approved, moral or not.

What happened was that when Tsuna on the way to the hospital for a small case of pneumonia, he was ambushed by several tens of men of a rival family due to an intel leaked by a rat. Tsuna, despite hyper intuition, was shot a few times, one of which got into his lung.

(Because, no matter what, it is impossible to dodge all the tracking bullets from different variations of pincer attacks.)

They were endowed with a special flame sealing ability, causing him unable to use or react to flames well. Although Tsuna eventually managed to put them all down, it didn't help the fact that was gushing out blood like a broken dam. He was deathly pale (his body condition not varying by much) when the guardians found him, in which he was brought to the hospital at a speed that would put all racers to shame.

Sun flames rendered useless as a treatment procedure, yours sincerely by the bullet. The only way out, Shamal reluctantly admitted, was natural healing. Tsuna then ended up having to struggle for his life, trapped between injuries and pneumonia (his immune system had taken a full hit, causing his illness to become severe).

Vongola instantly became a rabid beast.

It was then things like mercy and ethics never existed.

It's either that they die terribly, or they die horribly. Vongola Nono was not hesitant in giving that order.

"I want them down." Timeteo simply stated, although everyone in the meeting room could easily interpret that as 'I want them dead'. The atmosphere there was spine-chilling and deathly silent. Blood lust literally crept into the vents, and made the poor cooks and nurses three floors down shiver like little boys and girls.

Gokudera fiddled the bombs in his pockets. He looked cool, but anyone who knew him well enough could see he was ready to erupt any second.

Yamamoto's hands already on his sheath; he was not smiling.

Ryohei was extremely (pun intended) quiet, cracking his knuckles.

Mukuro had was deep in thought, no doubt thinking how he would so slowly slice them apart. Everyone pretended they never heard the 'kufufu' that occasionally parted from his lips. The Kokuyo group behind him was smiling a bit scarily. Apparently they could see their leader's thoughts after being with him long enough.

Fran was the only one amongst them not smiling, because he was counting. And he realised it was 664 times that he had used his ring. He pressed his ring into the box and something that looked like pineapples flew out and hit Mukuro in the head. The mist guardian nearly dropped his trident.

He huffed in satisfaction. Now it was 665 times.

Lambo's eyes were no longer reflecting sleepiness. He was polishing his horns. The Bovino hitman wasn't planning to use just 200Ma (which is roughly a few million volts) to the heart to kill each of them. He was planning to fry them crisped black.

Chrome, no doubt influenced a tad bit too much by Mukuro, had a distant looking bloodthirsty sort of look on her face. The baseball gods forbid to know whatever she's thinking.

Hibari, all hail the demon of Nanimori, was just awaiting the order to sink his fangs into the no good herbivores. And he won't leave them just beaten-up, he'll leave them dead for good. And the death gods would weep when they see the bodies.

Timeteo nodded approvingly, with that kind smile on his face. For once, Xanxus had never been so proud of his foster dad ever since they made up years ago, thanks to Tsuna.

(It was very much however to the shock of his storm guardian who went out- presumably crying, "Oh what on earth changed him so drastically?")

Xanxus, happiness for his dad aside, was leaning against his chair with a raged expression. He didn't care to hide that was charging his X-guns a lot. Bester was giving deep growls.

Squalo was not yelling. Like Ryohei, he remained quiet. No one except Xanxus sat near him. "Too much killing intent till it's annoying." They said.

Belphegor was sharpening his knives. Lussuria was wearing his best gloves (known to inflict a lot pain). Levi changed to his strongest lighting umbrellas.

Also, it seemed that the Cavallone, Cozart, Millefiore familgia and CEDEF decided to join in. The rival familgia was quite big and had been a thorn to Vongola for quite a while (today gave a major reason in eradicating them for good), so garnering support was very important.

It was totally not because of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"I will murder anyone who messes with my younger brother like that." Dino muttered as he stretched his whip. Romario instantly agreed and called for the best guns to come.

Byakuran had a sort of homicidal smile on his face, as he crushed his marshmallows before putting them into his mouth, muttering something about crushing ants in the process. Bluebell clapped her hands with glee. The rest of the funeral wreaths were standing nearby, weapons readied.

Enma was angry, features contorted. Somewhere in Nanimori, the ex-bullies fainted. When Daemon Spade manipulated him, he had looked like the general of hell (Tsuna could attest to that). But now, just the look in his eyes could make Daemon totter on the plank of shame. 'General of hell' won't hold a candle to him anymore.

"I…will kill them." He whispered before a series of curse words. His guardians didn't say anything. They weren't even arguing with the Vongola. Heck, even Adelheid approved his words and actions. It was all because of a good cause, she said.

Sawada Iemitsu was tapping his foot on the ground oh-so-patiently. Ha-ha. Like hell they could get away for trying to murder his son. A mountain might be sacrificed in the process, but the mountain guardian would will it, because Iemitsu said so. And its Sawada Tsunayoshi, his beloved little Tuna fish. 'No' isn't a choice for the matter (because apparently mountain guardians value their tongues).

Basil was waiting patiently, but somewhere inside, he was already struggling to hold the rein on the beast within him. Downstairs, Spanner and Irie had upgraded the Moscas into something entirely off the scale of dangerous. Shamal, leaving Tsuna in the hands of his capable head nurse, was promptly choosing the most terrible diseases from his mosquitoes- preferably something that could explode them into small pieces. Somewhere in the second storey, Lancia was cleaning his iron ball (aka version upgraded).

Timeteo unclasped his hands in a way which resembled happiness and pride. Meanwhile his storm guardian who came in, went out again, this time with the rain guardian and a handkerchief.

("No sir, we are not crying.")

"When are we starting?" Could be heard outside. Ah of course, it was the Acrobaleno. They had not only gained back their original bodies (which took a few years and Tsuna nearly dying from shock) but as well as growing much closer to the brunette, including Verde. He was the reason why they were standing here now- alive, well and...adult. Currently, they visit Tsuna on a daily basis when they had nothing to attend to, it always came in the excuse for his homemade coffee (which wasn't that good in his opinion). All with the exception of Reborn who stayed beside him solely, even after his training.

Mammon strolled into the office, although his face was hidden, one could see an ugly scowl on his lips. Just outside the doors, Verde was suggesting something about human torture in experiments to a paling subordinate. Colonello was cleaning his gun together with Lal; said subordinate avoided the weapons that piled up the floor. Skull was fuming and leaning against the door, grumbling to Fong about ramming them down with cars. Fong was stretching, a rare sight to behold.

And then there was Reborn, fedora tilting, hiding his eyes from view, came sauntering into the office.

"Chaos." But his voice didn't seem all too pleased.

A portal then opened in the room, surprising them. It revealed the Vindice and a grown Bermuda, still bandaged all over (and Reborn would wonder because it didn't make a difference if he was looking like a corpse or a mummy since they were both Halloween-themed) with Jaegar standing beside.

"The Vindice have a request." Bermuda spoke and instantly some faces contorted into anger or snarls. Hushed whispers and loud protests echoed in the room. Only when Timeteo raised his hand, they grew silent.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Since the Vindice cannot interfere in certain matters, we, or more so, I would like you to deal matters concerning the XXXX familgia."

"What do you mean?" Reborn spoke up immediately. Apparently the name of that family was quite the taboo word in the room, them being the main perpetrators. If it's peace-making and negotiations, the Vindice can all retire and Reborn will dominate the system, one way or another. He isn't the World's Greatest hitman for no reason.

Bermuda paused, then stated. "Bluntly put. I want you to eliminate every one member of that familgia off the face of this earth. They have defied more than a few of the Mafia world laws. Yet the Vindice cannot step in because we cannot piece the final evidences of their doing. We will not interfere in the manners of their disposal. Now, farewell."

And then we ponder as to why they had come today, of all days.

The portal disappeared and Timeteo smiled (and one more guardian left the room in denial), "It has been approved by the Vindice, no reason to hesitate."

Uni then walked in, with a worried Gamma behind. "Princess, this is-"

"Oh, Uni." Byakuran was shocked at the ex-sky acrobaleno's presence. He did not want her to be in this meeting, after all, she was another angel like Tsuna; oppose to bloodshed and open to forgiveness.

"Why the wait?"

"Huh?" Some of them chorused. They then realised the ex-sky acrobaleno was actually smiling.

"Bermuda gave his word right? Hurry up and dispose those motherfuckers already." Someone coughed awkwardly at the back. That smile she had on now was eerily similar to Byakuran's. The room immediately tumbled into silence, the only sound was an impatient click on Uni's tongue.

She then laughed, "Sorry for my language. I was just wondering about the delays."

Reborn was stunned.

(Gamma walked out crying. "Why is Uni like this? When did she become like this? Where did I go wrong teaching her?!" He wailed while receiving pats on the back and a handkerchief. He would totally raise the idea of bad role models when Decimo gets better.)

Reborn, first to regain composure as always, nodded. When he tilted his head, one could see the murderous glint coming from his dark eyes. Let the hell hounds run loose. They will pay so dearly, for messing with his student. His Tsuna.

Somewhere in the world as a code of warning, natural disasters erupted everywhere and powerful shamans were plagued by similar visions: the line of Vongola Bosses swearing and cussing, with Vongola Primo sobbing at a corner about his 'baby boy', being comforted by his guardians and a female ghost.

For one week, the tortured cries kept the demons in hell awake. There was no civility, only barbarism. There was no morality, only cruelty. Heads rolled, organs ripped, bones breaking, blood spilled, more heads, crazy illusions, explosions, more organs, an enraged Xanxus with his wrath flame, more bones breaking, a non-repentant Reborn, more blood and a still unsatisfied Iemitsu.

The civilians still slept peaceful. Some who saw flames in the sky dismissed it as a hallucination. Some who thought it was a UFO were quickly ushered in by some policeman. When they heard explosions and went out, they were confronted with strange neighbours who said it was merely a burst pipe. And most of all, there was nothing on the news. Mist illusions covered all damages during the morning.

In the aftermath, Vongola Nono sat in the office, his guardians, Iemitsu and Reborn nearby, scrutinizing every movement as the Italian government signed the whole thing of as a 'minor fraud' between some companies to explain the ruined park that the mist illusionists forgot to take care of.

(Afterwards, the politicians who attended the meetup, asked for a couple of days off, and quickly pulled a vacation plan in anywhere but Italy. But they were still haunted by nightmares of that smile.)

None in the Vongola were repentant to say at the very least, in fact they thought that their methods of disposal were far too swift. After all that familgia was the reason for Tsuna's physical struggles till today (but Tsuna being the good angel he is, held no grudge). Despite having gotten over the flame crisis, he had lost part of his lung in the process and his body's constitution dropped overall. Chrome supplied him with an extra lung, despite Tsuna's protests (unanimous agreement here again), at least he would be able to get over simple colds faster and he wouldn't get too tired easily.

Tsuna was never given the exact details, just a simple run through of "we put them down and they aren't coming back up again". He just noticed that everyone became a little more considerate; like how the mansion wasn't destroyed so often or that the paperwork seemed reduced and he had more visits from everyone, especially his father.

(Although it was still annoying how Gokudera came flying in with different medicines packets and Yamamoto with a hot blanket and fever patches, whenever Tsuna coughed.)

Reborn had also told him to rest in bed on more than one occasion, which Tsuna once thought it was a psychological prank and started working himself to death, only to be dragged into bed by a very shocked Dino who came by to visit in the afternoon two days later.

(And Reborn was kicked by Lal and Colonello.)

Hence, this had added on to ever growing list of the consequences in hurting Sawada Tsunayoshi. The rule stands, in which all will abide, and will always will.

Although it seems that Tsuna himself is unaware about it, always in constant wonder of why sometimes top companies heads stare at him like a king, or having world leaders constantly bowing to him.

Sometimes he would tell this to Enma and the redhead would just reply, with a smile that got Tsuna thoughtfully pondering where he had seen it from.

"It's your imagination."

And Tsuna will remain 'innocent', for a lack of a better word.

I don't know why I wrote this.

Uni and Nono's guardians are so ooc in this... haha. I'm sorry.

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