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Here's the last instalment to the series (yay an update!) and to my crazy wrecked up imagination (It's not going end though, on the bright side).

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.

Yet not everyone who knows of it seems to get it.

It is understandable if they hear of it for the first time. They will soon come to understand. After all, there are inbred characteristics in humans called 'survival instincts'.

They will first hear of the rumours, maybe with a natural disaster happening a few streets away as someone recounts the tales. Then their mailboxes will be filled with condolences, or maybe one or two pamphlets from the religious cults talking about calming souls in the afterlife. Sometimes, the undertakers will come knocking and ask if there are any bodies to be cleared.

This similarity can be somehow equivalent to a mathematics or science class, where 1+1=2 or that V-E+F=2 (Euler's equation), and one does not ever question about the formula, or else there will be an hour lecture with the teacher explaining how it works.

Unless the person is a curious thinker and does not mind, but Vongola's never curious about them.

Still, there will always be a few members with an 'inquisitive nature' and does not mind warranting death with the Vongola.

(And we know not to warrant death with the Vongola. Because you won't even get death, you get utter hell and hailing brimstone- and insurance companies never cover for them.)

Xanxus says they are pathetic trashes.

Hibari says they are detritivores.

Verde says they are idiots with the intellectual capacity of a five-year-old.

Uni says they are closet masochists.

Reborn just shoots the fuck out of them.

Sawada Tsunayoshi warmly welcomes them, which is what he does every single time.

It is this kindness that led him to have unbreakable bonds (and several maniacal fan clubs); but it is also the same kindness that creates so many other opportunities for hurt. The physical scars can always fade away, but it is the emotional scars that remain. Tsuna will usually take the brunt upon himself, and Vongola will be united in one mind and soul-overnight, seeking for the problem to be erased permanently, before cheering up their boss.

"So that is why you need enough darkness to balance the light." Uni would reason much later.

There was an incident a few weeks back before the incident, when Tsuna had boxed himself up in the room. Everyone was sent reeling into mass panic, not knowing what happened, and there were desperate phone-calls made to professional counsellors, psychological therapists, Catholics priests, shamans, witch doctors and Taoist monks.

It took Nana a week to convince Iemitsu and to tell them that it was just a heartbreak; she had the same experience back when she was younger.

(Though she added rather spitefully, about castrating the man.)

Finally, after some coaxing from his family and friends, Tsuna was near hysterical wailing when he finally recounted the story to Reborn one night, much to Iemitsu's chagrin.

(Reborn gloated in his face for a week after that.

Colonello then muttered about how Reborn stood guard for a week in front of Tsuna's room in order to wait for that moment.)

"I-I k-know it's a s-stupid thing to be d-depressed over, but a-apparently I-I found a r-rat who was f-from h-his s-side selling information a-about us to o-others. I s-should have k-known… B-But it is o-only now t-that I-I deicided t-to… It's really d-difficult… but to think all t-this time… I-I p-placed everyone in d-danger… I-I know I-I am w-worrying the others…" While Tsuna was trying to take in proper breaths in between sobs and garbled words, Reborn was wiping his gun, albeit a little too cleanly.

Tsuna, probably genes from his parents, is somewhat a bit of a hopeless romantic. Hence, the breakups are often quite painful for him. This had been the worst however, because Tsuna had been going out with him, a young don of the third largest Russian Mafia, ally to Vongola, for almost three years. He took this relationship quite seriously, only to find out that the man he loved was actually selling information to Vongola's rival famiglia.

For Tsuna, the heartbreak was one thing; the other was putting his family and friends in possible danger, in which he believed was due to his selfishness (as if he isn't selfless enough already, Uni would state). Because time and time again, the Decimo denied his hyper intuition that his lover was actually a rat sniffing around for scraps.

It was until one day where Hibari had chanced upon some rats in rival famiglia during an infiltration mission. Suspicions were raised and tensions were high, and Tsuna eventually dug out for the truth himself, in which punched him painfully in the gut.

The outside advisor called for a private meeting with Vongola Nono.

"This might be a bit of an issue." Timeteo sighed.

"It is not." Iemitsu spat venomously, "Trashes like them deserves punishment."

"Obliterating an entire famiglia from Russian history, I meant."

Iemitsu had newfound respect in the older man that day.

It was also then no one was able to approach Tsuna with unholy intentions (or mainly intentions to extend Primo's line) without being assaulted by a rainbow of seven different coloured flames, lots of bombs with varying sizes- double, triple, quadruple, flying eagle fists, crotch-dealing kicks, gunshots that spilt mountains into halves to tiny sub-atomic particles, dangerous mosquitoes that blow the brains out, organ-melting poison dishes, 101 sword styles that can cut diamonds and so forth.

(Because, they insist, that angels must remain pure.)

Heirs were never an issue, there is a reason why Verde is the head research scientist.

Now after the incident regarding the XXXX famiglia, it had seemed that everyone in the Vongola became even further on edge.

It should be once again noted that Sawada Tsunayoshi was the coveted treasure in many eyes of both men and women. After his recovery, Tsuna had a get-well party to thank for the various (over-piling) presents and letters. Many allies had attended the party, in which included quite the few undesirable curious fruit flies.

But it was a method of one stone and two birds, Enma reasoned.

And so the night before (after Tsuna was forced to bed early), an emergency meeting/briefing was held.

"There are no boundaries to morality, it is the perspective that limits us." Timeteo said, all seriousness evident in his tone. He then added with a smile. "Any casualties involved due to strategic defences will hereby be now considered as collateral damage."

Everyone, with the exception of Nono's guardians and a few 'sensible' (because no one can be exactly sensible while serving in the Mafia) ones, clapped joyously as if good news descended upon them.

Technically, it was.

Gokudera planted bombs (remote controlled, of course) in the gardens, underneath the flowerbeds, water fountains, certain dining tables- nearly everywhere in the mansion to be more exact. System CIA was on standby beside Tsuna's bedroom (in the wardrobe) and… bathroom. For certain reasons, the storm guardian had insisted.

Yamamoto sharpened his blade (as if it isn't sharp enough already) as he cheerfully flashed some photographs of human faces to Jiro and saying something about 'biting their asses'. No one could be too sure if that sort of words actually came from the rain guardian's mouth.

Ryohei changed the tapes on his hands and was also training boxing with some sandbags, which mysteriously somewhat resembled human beings and were extremely (pun intended) damaged, not that anyone would question anything about his extremity.

Lambo had wires connecting to the water fountains that Gokudera-shi had not planted bombs in. They made a deal of having half of those each. Not to mention, the toilets, with the exception of Tsuna's and a certain few, became somewhat life threatening (because there always have to be a murder scene in the toilet). And it wouldn't be just 200Ma, Lambo had long promised.

Mukuro was deviously planting all sorts of illusions to conceal made traps and his own, which had to do something with his eye and the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The Kokuyo gang, who was called to his assistance, said something about different types of hell, deaths, tortures, the five rivers of the underworld. Even Reborn had to admit, they were far too gleeful while talking about it.

Chrome had her own plans, even if she used illusions to help conceal traps as well. However, Mukuro had not revealed anything about hers, said it was a 'little surprise', though he did mention that it was all carnage and devastation; baseball gods be damned.

(Gamma was seriously going to raise the topic on 'bad influences' during the next private meeting with Vongola Decimo.)

Hibari was already on the prowl, (hail the demon of Nanimori-again). He did not need traps; he'll just bite them all to death. It would not be just a bite though, it was the carnivorous manner of the tearing of flesh and tainting of souls, bringing nightmares to the shuddering demons and making death gods weep like lost little infants.

(He may be called a 'Skylark', but even Skylarks have the capability to peck out their sorry eyes.)

Kusakabe and the rest of the disciplinary squad was told to go do undercover, spying, whatnot in the bushes.

And Vongola was supposed to be a vigilante group, Nono's storm guardian despaired.

Xanxus seemed to be resting, but he really wasn't. His X-guns were scalding hot and Bester was unnaturally more aggressive. He then muttered something about doing actual good for once. After all, trash should burn in the furnace to avoid further pollution of the earth, right?

Squalo was in the room, yelling and waving his sword around- in which he was in actuality practicing his sword techniques, albeit a little too well. Whatever in the room was reduced into miniscule pieces.

Bel was doing knife throwing to a practice target. Said practice target was Fran, in which the illusionist wasn't bothering to dodge. Instead he was aiding them with the traps, using people-illusions to test if they worked. If 'people-illusions' were the definition of mainly Belphegor.

Meanwhile, Lussuria was changing to his newly-made steel pants, in which was said to be even able to rival Ryohei's maximum cannon- apparently he mentioned it was for kicking some dirty rats. Levi (surprisingly) helped Lambo with the electricity wires; mainly connecting them to his electrical tower. Mammon commented that it was rather… shocking.

(Though no one commented that their methods used for dismissing people were rather violent this time. Reborn, however, praised them with wholehearted joy.)

CEDEF was of course, involved. After all, despite being an outside group, they were still a part of Vongola, Iemitsu had said, or rather forcefully insisted. He would never allow anyone to touch or corrupt (as what he would dub) his precious son. He would blast them off with his flames, and then bury them alive.

"But six foot ain't as far as it goes." He hissed. He wasn't exactly lying to Nana when he was an oil digger. It was just the difference between a living and a non-living thing. Although Oregano was quite sure that after Iemitsu's first punch, pretty much any living thing becomes a non-living thing. And Mother Earth would will it, because it will help cultivate her soil.

Basil was called to be on standby on the rooftops, so he could throw his weapon down if anyone happened to enter the forbidden radius.

"And throw it harder." Iemitsu told him. The force which could be used to decapitate heads, was what he did not say, but silently understood between teacher and student.

"I wasn't planning going to go all soft." Basil sounded uncharacteristically feral.

Downstairs, Irie and Spanner were off to do their jobs, upgrading several cameras (installing another several more in the process) and all the automatic guns. It should be taken note of that their moscas (which were off the scale of dangerous) forced several government parties (mainly all) to sign a peace treaty with the Vongola. Nuclear never compared to this.

Upstairs, Lancia was training with his iron ball (aka now Vongola version upgraded).

Shamal meanwhile, in the medical wing was told that he could use his mosquitoes freely- preferably something that made them infertile, something like ED (erectile dysfunction), if Vongola had to reluctantly treat some undesired patients.

"After all, compromise is a must if one lives the life of the mafia." Reborn said, with much malevolence.

Bianchi was then called (yours truly by Reborn) to be assigned to the kitchen.

Once again, the Callavone, Cozart and Millefiore famiglia decided to lend a hand in the protection of the Vongola Decimo.

Even though Nono's guardians weakly protested that there was an overwhelming amount of security involved and that even world leaders, presidents, celebrities don't have that much security.

"Because world leaders don't even deserve them." Enma would harshly retort.

"There would never be enough security for the safety of my baby brother." Dino would grace his features with a cold smile.

"And it is Sawada-san. He's an exception." Uni would continue to reason.

"Besides, we promised to come whenever the Decimo needs our help, right?" Byakuran would add on with a fiendish laugh.

"We believed that Vongola Decimo never requested any aid in the first place (and it was very true)." But Nono's guardians refused to argue their losing case further.

"A wise decision." Uni then chuckled- a little evil for her angelic face, sending Gamma stumbling out with tears.

Enma then mentioned about sucking them up with his black holes. He had exceptional control over them after many long-suffering trainings. "And I hope you wouldn't mind if they are somewhat meshed up." He added casually.

"Collateral damage." Gokudera said. And then he requested that there was no need to hold back on them in the first place. The rest nodded understandingly. Adelheid didn't say anything again. It was for a good cause.

Dino said he would position his guards around the mansion, while practicing his whips. Romario had already called for a thousand over, and all were equipped with deadly shotguns.

"Isn't that for emergency use?" Nono's mist guardian asked, pointing at the weapons.

"Isn't this an emergency?" Dino replied, sounding as if the other had just asked the most foolish and obvious question ever.

Byakuran was in a room, munching on soft marshmallows, the tenth packet so far. Once again, a homicidal smile framed his face as he suggested something about driving his white dragons into their hearts. There was a debate held, over the most gruesome of accidental deaths, with the rest of the funeral wreaths. Not much was revealed, because their schemes were said to be enough to make Mephistopheles give up its position as arch devil with much trepidation.

Bermuda had given promise not interfere with any of their activities.

And the Vindice was supposed to be a neutral party, Nono's rain guardian cried. Whatever happened to Mafia law enforcing?

The Ex-Acrobaleno had not bailed on this opportunity ever. They still wanted their homemade coffee, and it was impossible to have it proper if Tsuna was sad. Furthermore, they were deprived of that coffee for a quite a while now, with the incidents that mainly rendered Vongola Decimo victim.

It was only natural for vengeance.

Still, since it was difficult for most of the Acrobaleno to just show their faces, especially for Skull who had become famous with his death stunts, they were assigned to the shadows.

Lal and Colonello said something about sniping duties around the area and they were strapped with guns of different sizes. Verde had an elaborate security system set up in the mansion and he was in charge of activating them. Skull and Fong were asked to keep watch around the mansion, and to be as near Tsuna as possible.

Reborn however, was the only exception, because nearly everyone in the Mafia knew of the deadly fedora-wearing gentleman. He would stroll beside Tsuna in all his 'regal' glory, and no one would say anything.

The World's Greatest Hitman never goes for the tongue first; he just simply aims for the head.

And then, Timeteo finally determined that the party was "safe" to start.

Tsuna would never know whatever happened to his suitors, (well he never even knew of them in the first place- they were erased rather quickly). The brunette was just worried about the increasing so-called accidents happening around the mansion during the party.

Uni just said with a smile, "Serves those motherfuckers right." Though if Tsuna came by, she would still ask if the guests were alright, though barely with a note of concern and instead with snide.

(Gamma was sent into tears once more.)

Having the nature of a saint, Tsuna would then nag about being more careful during the missions (Reborn snorted that it was more applicable to him than to anyone else in actuality) and he wouldn't know why everyone seemed to be having soft fits of laughter.

And Tsuna would remain 'innocent' and 'pure', due to the lack of better words.

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

Seriously, never forget about it.

Really never forget about it- haha!

It is really the consequences of the consequences in hurting Sawada Tsunayoshi. What happens after he gets hurt, and then what they do prevent him from getting hurt.

I really liked to include everyone here, but the Vongola mansion is already overloaded with security hahaha!

Well thanks for reading this far!