Preface

Sawada Tsunayoshi, Vongola Decimo, Neo Primo, whatever the hell he was, had a fragile yet lengthy patience that sometimes erratically snapped at some certain issues. And once he discovered this fact after an unfortunate incident that involved Mukuro in a pink Tutu, he decided to set some ground rules for his Guardians. Hell, he'd actually been so infuriated he'd set the rules for the entirety of the Mafia. There were just some things the twenty one year old could not take.

Reborn waking him up by bludgeoning him with a two ton hammer? Doable. Gokudera prostrating himself in public in often embarrassing locations under embarrassing situations? Doable. Kyoko, strutting into one of his meetings after a seven week absence, sexually frustrated, and making out with him in front of many of not all of the mafia bosses? Stressful and close to the edge but doable.

But somethings, he just could not take.

And the Mafia world was soon going to find out what Sawada Tsunayoshi looked like ugly if they did not step off him and let the man breath! He could only hope that the mafia would head his list of rules and regulations instead of taking them as a chance to attack and infuriate him. Because, honestly?

Even Hibarifeared him when his rules were broken. It was an ugly and often painful sight to see.

And he didn't think Italy could take it.