So this is longggg overdue.
I needed the time to really decide one thing for it.

And yep. I got the plot bunny to return to me, and I saw the ending. Which is exactly what this is. I did consider continuing it, but knowing the characters in the story, I knew it couldn't play out any other way. I'm very satisfied with it.

So if you liked the story, thanks for reading. If you didn't... Sorry I guess? Meh, it happens.

Now for the Protocol:
word count: 2,177

[I do not own any KHR characters]
I do take claim of the 'Mary Sue' OC Petra

=Advice/Comments are loved=

The late morning sun was easily and brightly shining through the only window in Hayato's room when Petra woke. A low grumble sounded and a gray comforter began to rustle. While the white walls gleamed and irritated her drowsy eyes, she sat herself up and sniffed in a deep breath of air. Her eyes darted left and right. "Hayato?"

Gone.

Fluidly she leaned her weight onto one arm as the other rose to rub her eyes into focus. She sensed one nearby and quickly assumed it was the silver-haired man wandering somewhere else in the mansion. Little did she know that the Storm Guardian she was wondering about had left a long time ago. He left after a long discussion with Sawada Tsunayoshi. A few moments more and she figured it was a time as good as any to get up. 'Where are my clothes again?'

Petra stood herself up and grabbed her clothes. Her ganders bounced around the room as she slipped the sweat and smoke tinged black dress back on. Getting dressed and wondering where Hayato was were the only things on her mind until her idle glances caught a note sitting on a particular lacquered piano bench. Now wearing her dress and holding the ripped underwear she waltzes over to the little note in an excited fashion. Green eyes looked at a simple white card that had written on it, the instruction to 'leave.'

Her gaze sharpened to the permanent marker stench radiating off the small card before crumpling and tossing it into the trashcan across the room. It hit the rim and bounced away. Denied. She glared and muttered small profanities at the trashcan as her feet tapped towards its position. She hates to miss.

In front of the trashcan that sits next to the Gokudera's drafting table, Petra spared a moment to glance upon some kind of drawing with little notes scribbled all over the pages. 'Hmm, same handwriting.' She then looked at the door behind her. 'I wonder why he would write that.' With one last look at the empty room, a grab of her black heels, and one last touch of the unmade bed, she left.

As Gokudera's door shut, Petra noticed that the presence she sensed was closer than her first impression of it, but decided to not pay any attention to the person in the Boss' office. She had no reason to be in there. If anything, she didn't even have a reason to be inside the headquarters in general. From what she could assume with the note, her Hayato obviously wasn't there—was there anyone else here she could possibly want to see? But as her steps drew closer to the stairway leading to the foyer downstairs, her eyes stayed fixated on the double doors of Vongola Decimo's office. She could feel the person drawing closer to the door. Sawada's nervous thoughts could be heard too.

Petra could only roll her eyes to the twisting handle and allow herself to be yanked inside the room.

Sawada pulled the girl inside quickly and grabbed her by the waist whilst shutting the door quietly. He felt her hands push him away, but kept his reign on her by gripping her wrist once more. While staring into her brown eyes, he quickly asked, "I thought you left?"

The woman tried to pull away, but found the attempt in vain. "I spent the night with Hayato."

"Did you—"

A laugh broke through. "Do you really need me to tell you? You seem to already know."

His thoughts were streaming the conversation he had with Hayato earlier. It pissed her off to be called a drunken mistake, but Petra figured that she could show him otherwise. But aside from everything from last night and the discussion from this morning, Sawada still couldn't understand what would make her stray. 'I thought she wanted me.' There really was no logical reason between either guardian when it was talked about earlier that morning either.

His golden brown eyes veered upon her messy hair that was thrown into a quick ponytail resting on the nape of her lightly tanned neck. This led his eyes to faint bite marks that started at her collarbone and trailed lower. That inner jealousy panged. He snorted and looked at Petra's face again. "Why?"

"For being an intuitive person, you're coming off especially oblivious. And why didn't you leave last night? I'm sure your wife didn't like that."

His brows furrowed. "We aren't talking about Kyoko."

She shakes her head. "We aren't talking about me either," and she turned around to walk out of the room.

Petra's hand grabbed the door handle and she started to sense someone else in the mansion. 'Who the hell is it?' The person was completely thoughtless, wandering with the only intention of finding their boss. 'That could be any of them.' Her final guess was that it was Ryohei Sasagawa. She looked back to Sawada. "Someone is here."

"What?"

Immediately remembering what Mukuro told her about Ryohei being a very hotheaded man, Petra found this a good way to let the Boss get caught. She smiled and treaded closer to the brown-haired man. "If you really want me all to yourself, then show this person coming towards this room you do."

He pushed her off. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

The door opened. "Mr. Vongola?"

Tsuna made an incredulous expression. "Lambo?"

Petra rolled her eyes. No wonder she couldn't figure out who it was. The idiot Bovino—as Mukuro calls him—was the one wandering in the house. Now standing in the doorway in his cow print shirt, black slacks, and single strap sandals, the cow only saw his Boss with deep bags under his eyes. Easily hearing his concerned thoughts for Sawada, Petra couldn't see this working out like it would have if the unknown person had turned out to be Ryohei.

"Kyoko was worried about you, and asked me to come and see if you were here while she went out to run the errands she needed to get done." The Thunder Guardian then notices Petra in the room. He had no idea who the girl was, but he did know that she had shit on her face. He looks back to Sawada. "Mr. Vongola… your friend?" He points to her and whispers to him loudly, "She has black shit on her face."

"Lambo!"

An eyebrow rose. "Open both eyes. You'll see better."

The once little cow, who was an ogling bull last night before a sleeping one, looked back at Petra. He didn't bother to open the other eye, keeping his assumption that she had black shit on her face. Lambo's one green eye looked back to his Boss with a 'she has shit on her face' look. Sawada could only shake his head. 'Ten years and he's still rude as ever…'

"Lambo, can you give us some privacy? We are discussing something… delicate."

Sawada gives the bull a kind stare while Petra easily hears Lambo's suspicion. 'This might actually work. He could see this for what it is.' Petra then spoke. "Yes. It's a delicate matter that we can't have Kyoko knowing about."

Tsuna's lip twitched, and his eyes shot a quick glare. 'Even his glares look somewhat nice. Like he's always being slightly nice to you.' Petra found this pretty amusing. She also found his struggle amusing.

But her amusement could only last for so long, and it quickly faded, as her suggestive comment was assumed entirely wrong. Lambo immediately remembered that Kyoko's birthday was only a few days away. 'She must be helping him get her a present… Wait. I haven't gotten her a gift. Crap!' He smacked his head. Tsuna was the only one who didn't understand the reason for such a response.

"Alright. I'll be on your computer downstairs then." He needed to buy a gift very quickly. It would be done with Tsuna's credit card.

Lambo quietly left the office, and silence followed. Both parties stared at one another blankly. Within the bright office was a light tension that was slowly growing with every second. Petra's tension was from the sheer fact she wanted to leave, and Tsuna's was from the sheer fact that he was losing control. He can't take it anymore—

"Petra, will you follow me to my desk?"

She laughed quietly. "Are you serious?"

"Please?" He was already standing at his favorite place.

Petra immediately thought no, but she could also hear something weird going on with him, so she walked forward. His mind was like a bag of scrabble letters; nothing was discernable. It was something new to her—she was really curious of his jumbled head. Sawada calmly stared at Petra with hands that were twitching on occasion. The Boss was waiting for her to get closer.

Her fingers lightly brushed against the desk as she got closer to him. Her eyes stayed firmly planted on his tensing silhouette. Petra was waiting for one hint. All she needed was one hint to know what he was really up to. She doesn't know how to react without a hint.

One thought came out complete. 'Bookshelf.'

She looked back at it instantly, and it was this instant that a familiar but unnoticed trident was picked up off the ground. Petra saw nothing out of the ordinary with the bookshelf that was really a door, and turned back in enough time to watch her own impalement. The thrust was quick and enjoyed. The assailant was none other than Sawada Tsunayoshi, who smirked dauntingly as he pushed her body into the very bookshelf that Tsuna's last thought could manage to spit out.

She lets out a pained gasp. "Mukuro?"

The brown-haired Boss' face was cracking open on the left side where a red eye had appeared, and his expression was twisted into that wasn't his own. With a grim smile and oozing murderous aura, he forced the points of the trident into her body deeper as he chuckled in satisfaction. Petra could hear instances of hesitation in his thoughts, but the thoughts of her friend were stronger. What Petra realized, was that she could no longer sense anyone. What the boss never realized until it was too late, was that Mukuro and Chrome never really left.

The two Misty Guardians both watched Kyoko leave with a solemn expression and with a sleepy Bovino. They both walked up the marble stairs where three were leaving themselves defenseless to predators. And Mukuro happily stayed out in the hallway, keeping Gokudera and Petra lost in their lustful encounter as Chrome stabbed her own Boss in the back. She whispered a slight apology, but was pulled away before she could even begin to second-guess the action and take it back. Tsuna was then left with an ironic piece of advice from Mukuro before having this memory twisted from his conscious. "Kufufufufufuu. Don't you know Sawada? Cheaters never win."

That Sawada was gone. Mukuro coolly responded to her. "Yes, my Petra."

"What the fuck?" She tried to yell, but found even an attempt at whispering to be very painful.

"You know, they do say it is bad to move while having something stabbed inside you." He jerked his signature weapon out.

Petra let out a grueling squeal to the metal slinking out of her body. The tridents clean half softly knocked on the floor while being calmly handled by the Boss. Mukuro found her struggling conscience and breathing to be a most interesting sight. But as Petra's head began to thrum and throb to the pain, the sight of her stomach made her drop to the floor. She felt as if she wanted to throw up. The urge became so strong that she lunged forward, throwing up the only things in her system: blood, wine, and Gokudera. The twisted Boss only watched with a feigned expression of pity. His dual toned eyes held the expression best of all.

"Surely, even in this state, you could give me a satisfying scream."

Petra's watery eyes blinked quickly to release the tears. They dropped only to be unseen within the crimson red carpet that scoured the expanse of the office. With a deep breath, she looked up to Mukuro and said, "I thought that—"

"You thought we were Comrades?" A large smile appeared and a few innocently sounding chuckles escaped him. "But that would imply you are needed for way more than you are… I have no need for toys that can only evade trouble and spread their legs."

She grit her teeth to stand herself, only to receive another stab. The target was the very black shit Lambo pointed out earlier. Lambo heard nothing because Lambo wasn't really there. It was that satisfying scream Sawada was hoping for.

* Ahh, and Aki? Just 'cause there are quotations ("") around some words, doesn't mean that it's a quote, or for that matter, a quote from a viable source. *

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