So, I never really bought that Leviathan was Xanxus' Guardian. More likely he was just the strongest and blindly loyal the Varia had, and his obsession was fuelled by the apparent acknowledgement.

Kyoko woke up and was immediately disorientated at waking up since she hadn't registered falling asleep. The wom-no, her kidnapper, she amended furiously, knowing what Stockholm Syndrome was, was patting her shoulder.

"C'mon, kid, up you get. We're letting you get off the plane and into the car under your own power," she smiled, unbuckling the restraint that had held Kyoko to the seat while she slept. "Then we're going to put you to sleep again, but only for a few hours so we can get you to HQ. No exceptions, I'm afraid, despite your good behaviour."

Kyoko tottered a little as she got to her feet and walked obediently to the plane's hatch and waiting steps.

The sky was overcast, the wind moaning through the airfield that was deserted save for their plane, a ground crew in the same black uniforms as her kidnappers, and a nondescript black car idling a little ways away. A few spots of rain dappled the tarmac and her sudden desire for a warm coat reminded her that she had only the clothes on her back.
As if she had read her mind, the woman spoke up again as she guided her gently down the steps. "We've got a few sets of your clothes with us, to make it look like you to planned to run away from your campus. You'll be provided with new clothes should you be lacking."

"Why am I here?" Kyoko spoke up, her stress coming to a head. "I haven't...I'm no one."

Gléck shrugged. "Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do or die," she quoted nonchalantly. "As far as we're concerned, you're a...reluctant guest of the Boss, not a prisoner. Boss is Boss, not to mention he's a good one, and I had no objection to my orders." 'This is not the worst thing I've done' went unspoken, but hung heavy in the air nonetheless.

"Now, car," Gléck nodded toward the vehicle.

Everyone knows that Mists are tricksy and fickle twisters of reality.

There is a spectrum, but this is true.

Everyone knows that the Varia are killers.

That statement is a little too broad.

The Varia is the Right Arm of the Vongola, it's iron fist of power, striking terror into it's foes with a splatter of gore and a whisper of air. Quality.

But when subtlety is needed, you call a Mist. When you need abject terror with no trace, you call a Varia Mist.

For what better alibi than a suicide? A double-edged one, to be sure, because sudden spirals into lunacy and hallucinations until the victim seeks sanctuary in a bullet through the cranium or palate, can only be the work of a specialized, Quality, Mist.

According to the Varia, Dyrehage was an impish little pixie who spent way too much time using her(one of the few Varia who accepted female pronouns while on-duty) abilities for entertainment. Regardless, she was known for being quite amiable and straightforward most of the time.

It was probably why the other Divisions favoured her; she was easier to deal with than most Mists.

Hence why she was dubbed the best choice to bring in Tsuyoshi Yamamoto. Or at least, keep everyone alive until someone with actual authority did some quick smooth-talking because she was actually a rather weak Mist, just an efficient one, please, someone help.

Fortunately, Takeshi Yamamoto arrived to the tense standoff before the relative peace could be broken.

Dyrehage frowned at the implications of the ensuing conversation, tuning out most of the words in favour of body language. The boy had been blackmailed into staying away from his own father, save for scheduled and carefully monitored lessons in the sword. There was relief, yes, but the separation had obviously grown much hesitancy and tension between the two until they reacted as if the other was practically a stranger.

This would not do.

If there was one thing she was good at, it was being distracting.

Reaching for her Flame, she pulled it into physicality and moulded it into a shape she used so often it took only a second and was as easy as breathing. Her Conjuration skittered across the floor on two long, thin legs and wrapped his trunk around Takeshi Yamamoto's knee in an affectionate nuzzle.

"Is that an elephant?" Tsuyoshi asked tentatively.

"No." Of course he wasn't. He was a Mist Construct and had completely different proportions to the real animal. But if he was asking what she had based him on; "but yes."

Xanxus hadn't personally met the Varia known as Dyrehage, having been more occupied with the more offensive and powerful Mists before the Cradle Affair, but he knew of her. She was one of Mammon's little favourites, with her menagerie of Constructs that were so detailed that they even had independent action. Her specialty was terror campaigns, her beasts stalking targets, picking them off one by one in gory fashion or haunting residences until the targets gave up or killed themselves.
Her efficiency and imagination made up for small reserves, so it was peculiar that she had been sent on a retrieval mission of this calibre.

"Mammon."

"Boss?" The miser answered the phone.

"Dyrehage; why did you send her? Wrong skillset."

"Leviathan has been antagonistic to pretty much everyone, ever since you left Boss. She's the only one that's actually tried to kill him though. Normally, I wouldn't mind, but she has the wrong Flame to head Lightning Division and I'm not sorting another workload on top of my own and Ottabio's until we find a decent replacement. For the both of them."

Xanxus sighed, mentally sorting through what Varia he knew and their capabilities. "Kṣura and Unkraut can take some of Cloud Division's work. Levi's done. I'm through with him. He was never my Guardian anyway and this sort of obsession, and willingness to ignore it, isn't Quality. Detain him until I get back; Klin can take up most of the work, he's a Squad Leader anyhow."

"You owe me for creating guest rooms inside the actual mansion, Boss. We're an assassination outfit, not a hotel."

A wicked grin that wouldn't have looked out of place on a shark curled across Xanxus' face. "That reminds me; call back the team you sent after the pet bird in CEDEF HQ. But you might want to post surveillance. The baby Cloud just sicced his uncle on them. Triad Enforcer, the Storm Arcobaleno."

There was a moment of silence. Then; "I'll consider the expenditure for rooming, paid. I want the cost of the inevitably damaged cameras repaid though."

Dyrehage (Norwegian)= Zoo

Kṣura (Bengali)= Razor

Unkraut (German)= Weed

Klin (Russian)= Wedge