"Maybe we should have said no," Jager comments as he stands with Bermuda on one shoulder, hesitant to enter the room where their little nephew is playing with the newest prisoner.

Mukuro splutters and chokes, kicking uselessly at the floor and struggling to try and push away the other teen sitting on his abdomen. Kyouya ruthlessly shoves another handful of sakura down the mist teenager's throat, uncaring of the illusionary vines that constrict tighter around his body or the mist constructed hooks that try to jerk him away from the one commanding them.

"We could hardly tell the boy no," Bermuda responds. "This visit is Kyouya's birthday present, after all. I'm sure they'll get along well."

Kyouya is off balance for a split second and that opening allows Mukuro's illusions to finally throw him away from the mist. Mukuro rolls over and starts vomiting out flower petals while Kyouya grips the vine around his throat and starts trying to tearing it off as it hauls him into the air like a noose.

"Eventually," Bermuda murmurs.

Tsuna turns the streets corner and abruptly stops. Takeshi bumps into his back and laughs as he gets berated by Hayato. Reborn, perched on Tsuna's shoulder, makes no comment.

On the other side of the road, walking in Tsuna direction, is a group of six that emit a dark and dangerous aura. The people in their path automatically move out of the way by ducking into shops or huddling up for protection.

The group consists of a teen with blond hair and a shark's smile, a floating infant, a long silver haired male, a man with umbrellas and a muscled one with a Mohawk. The five of them follow behind in a clear sign that they defer to the tall black haired man.

The leader wears a jacket that just rests on his shoulders and has bright feathers as hair decorations as if to say he's poisonous. The man is all predator's grace with an under tone of coiled and ready to strike.

"Why are the Varia here?" Hayato blurts out when he finally turns away from Takeshi.

"The Varia?" Tsuna echoes. "Are they mafia too?"

"They're a mafia famiglia that used to be attached to Vongola," Reborn comments lightly. "They split off suddenly a few years ago and they've been constantly defending themselves from other famiglias since they don't have any alliances at all. You should go greet them as the Decimo, Dame-Tsuna."

Before Tsuna can reply with a firm 'I'd rather you just shoot me with a real bullet', Hibari Kyouya passes the stationary group of four and pauses only a few steps away from Tsuna when he sees the Varia.

A heavy sigh leaves the Disciplinary Committee Chairman.

The Varia leader looks up and locks onto Kyouya, the man's aura snapping to hunting mode as a smirk curls his lips. "So you do grow," the rough voice calls out, blatantly mocking with a surprised tone. "I thought you'd be tiny forever."

"It's called being eight years old, of course I was small," Kyouya snaps as the Varia cross the street in a few large strides and come to a stop in front of the teenager. "What are you doing here? If you need assistance you should have just called."

"We don't need help," the blonde with a crown chimes in. "What, we can't just drop by to see Xanxus' adorable little cousin?"

The rest snicker as the Varia leader holds out his arms and waits for Kyouya to step forwards so they can hug.

"How about no," Kyouya drawls, turning away. "You get five hours to leave my town," he calls over his shoulder as he passes by Tsuna again. If the parting words were any less threatening it would have looked like a retreat.

Tsuna and his friends immediately press themselves into the glass of a bookstore's display area so they aren't in the way.

The leader's smirk grows to a vicious grin even as his arms fall to his sides. "Are we really going to start this again? You're so lazy, making me carry you everywhere."

Kyouya tenses and whips around with a scowl on his face. "If you try and pick me up again, I'll bite you to death."

"Can you stop me?" Xanxus chuckles and takes a threatening step forward. "Don't worry, I'm not kidnapping you to Italy again. This time."

It's half past nine in the evening when the mist covering falls. Kyouya appears twenty meters from the building, standing in perfect silence as he stares into the doors of Millefiore. The teenager is ten years younger than he should be, but just as dangerous.

The people around him jolt in fright and snap around, raising their weapons at the teenager in preparation for a fight but Kyouya doesn't so much as glance in their direction.

The next mist cover falls, revealing Xanxus thirty meters to Kyouya's left. The Millefiore snap to him too, their guns wavering between both of them. Xanxus doesn't move either, watching the second floor with a dark intensity.

The Millefiore straighten when an order comes in through their helmets and they slowly back into the building while keeping their sight on the two.

Another one appears thirty meters to Xanxus' left, Saitama deathly silent as his white cape flutters in the soft wind. Then another forms and another.

The Millefiore start running for the building as the number of silent observers grow until they circle the entire compound. None of the intruders move even as the doors are slammed shut and furniture is pressed against entrances while steel shutters roll down over windows.

They simply stand there, watching.

Byakuran grits his teeth in rage, his fingers digging into the couch arms and his nails ripping into the fabric. The mansion is surrounded but the attackers are doing nothing.

Byakuran knew this would happen if he became a large enough threat, that's why he took steps to stop it. Even before declaring war on the Vongola, he lured in the adult Kyouya with a faked Hibari distress signal and killed the man before burning the mansion in Namimori to the ground.

With no Caretaker and all of the records gone, the Skylarks were scattered. Even with such a fearsome reputation, one Hibari could be taken down with enough effort. It's only when they gathered that they became unstoppable monsters that left legends in their wake.

Byakuran got rid of the stronger ones with mafia ties next. The anti-tri-ni-set radioactivity struck hard and fast, and the Arcobaleno went down along with the Vendice.

It was only good fortune that Kawahira was weakened significantly as well, especially since the man tore through five of Byakuran's strongest bases in rage after Kyouya died before he had to retreat from the radiation.

Unfortunately, little Kyouya has the records memorised, and the Skylarks seem all too eager to respond to the boy's command.

"Uncle," Kyouya greets, gesturing for the infant sized man to take a seat opposite where a cup of tea is already prepared exactly the way Bermuda likes it.

"Kyouya," Bermuda nods back, easily stepping through the night flame portal completely and landing on the chair. He takes a sip and hums. "Before this begins, I feel I should tell you-"

"Daemon's powers have grown?" Kyouya interrupts.

Bermuda pauses. "So you've read through the reports expanding on Alaude's notes."

"I have," Kyouya admits easily. "The new information shouldn't effect the plan too much, but I'll keep a closer eye on Deamon when he reveals himself. How is the pineapple doing?"

"He's responding well to the lessening of restrictions," Bermuda says. "He'll be able to move by himself very soon, with just enough difficulty that Daemon won't find it suspicious when he takes over."

They both pause in conversation when a Disciplinary Committee member opens the door and enters with a tray of small biscuits. They place it down and leave quietly and quickly.

The Vendice takes a biscuit and bites into it. He reminds himself to stop by more, or at least get the recipe. Perhaps this is the reason Checker Face bothers the boy so much.

"However," Bermuda begins after eating the rest of the biscuit. "Are you sure the Vongola Decimo can take him down? There's a surprising amount of us working with priesthood, but I'm sure you already know that."

"Bringing in someone like Uncle Fujimoto for an exorcism would be too simple," Kyouya dismisses. "It'll be good for the small animal to try, and if he struggles I'll step in."

"Ah yes," Bermuda hums. "You do have that that exorcism mastery. I'd forgotten."

"Actually, so had I," Kyouya bluntly states. "I was just going to bite the herbivore to death until he can't revive himself anymore."

Kyouya stands in front of the Vendice leader with his arms crossed over his chest. Kawahira also stands with the Vendice boss in his Checker Face persona, looking like he's having fun. Xanxus is hanging back with Fon, both seeming rather amused at everything.

"It gets boring," Bermuda admits. "Running a prison for so long is monotonous. This is kind of like a short holiday."

"And I do like the mask," Kawahira chimes in. "I look mysterious, don't I?"

Kyouya sighs. "You'll clean everything up after?" he asks with a hidden threat.

"Of course," Bermuda says and Kawahira nods in the background. "I do apologise for having this done in your town."

"No matter," Kyouya says, waving off the apology. "I'm getting excited for it too."

"You should be," Kawahira chimes in. "I'll be selecting the newest Arcobaleno as well, after the battles." He claps his hands like a school teacher trying to get the attention of a class full of six year olds. "Now, Skylarks, I want you all to play nice with the other kids. No biting, scratching or insinuating how fat someone else's mother is."

"I already apologised for that," Fon protests. "It was a joke."

"Is that why Mammon hates you?" Xanxus smirks.

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A/N: Nagato is from Naruto. Morigana, Magi. Mikoto, K project. Aizen, Bleach. L, Death Note. Izaya, Durarara. How about the named Skylarks in this chapter?

Also, can you imagine what the other stories would be like if the Skylarks weren't as prideful and actually called Kyouya if they were in trouble?

Edit 5/10/16: I don't plan on making any more stories in this universe but if you guys want to write your own, I don't mind at all. Just review or PM so I can point everyone else in your direction.

Anyway, we're done here.