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Tsuna squeaked and looked up at Gokudera, eyes buggin out. He jumped onto his feet and grabbed his friend's shoulders, holding him steady.

"Gokudera-kun! What happened?!"

Levani closed his eyes and focused on the pain in his knees, humming softly to himself. Maybe he would get lucky and they would forget about him.

Maho shook off the feeling of someone she knew and rushed to her apartment, ice cream in tow. Tonight she was going to watch Rango and then Rio. They were two of her new favorite movies.

Levani laughed at the one and let a deranged smile spread across his face. That was funny, they thought they could hurt him. The man chuckled and let his head roll forward, too tired to care. Effort was a waste at this point.

Tsuna gaped for a second but shook himself out of it and sprinted out of his room, down the stairs, and to the door. His mother popped her head put of the kitchen and asked what was going on, only to get a 'My friend called, be back later' in return. Tsuna slipped on his shoes and dialed a number someone had plugged into his phone at the last required meeting for Vongola. A woman's voice answered, surprised, but already asking what he needed, when and where.

"Hospital. Now. Call the other please." he hung up after her acceptance.

Imelda was already dialing another number while sprinting out of the door, focused on helping the small Tenth as best she could.

Tsuna smiled at his right hand man and patted his shoulder reassuringly. There was no way he would get hurt, not with so many people protecting him...He had too much at stake to get injured. But if Gushka could have been injured, they'd gotten someone so close to him....It was almost insane. The teen started off to the hospital when a black head of hair came rushing at him. Her heels clacked against the cement, breath raising as she sprinted to the younger boy. Imelda waved, a determined expression plastered on her face, and stopped just a foot from Tsuna. The boy squeaked at how close he'd gotten to getting tackled, but choked it back when she flashed to worry in a second.

"Little Tenth, you are okay yes??" she asked, checking him over multiple times. Her phone buzzed silently, and she apologized in Italian, cringed, and then apologized to Tsuna again in Japanese before answering.

"Yes, Little Tenth house. Yes." and with that, the phone was gone again.

Maho frowned and put the phone away, putting the ice cream back into the freezer. Oh well, maybe another night then. If the young Vongola was in even a slight amount of danger, or the family was at risk of attack, she had to put off her pleasure and protect them. So was the job of a family gunsman. The girl walked out of the house, case in hand, and packing heat strapped to her ankles and back as always. Baggy clothes were the best.

Imelda nodded and made sure to stay ahead of the two, eyes flashing around. God damnit, if she wasn't at that hospital within the hour, the Italian would notify the family. Slacking of like tha- Another head of black was heading the same way, but this girl was carrying a large case and leisurely strolling towards the group. The sniper stopped once she saw all the familiar faces and locked eyes with Imelda. Oh, they were going to the hospital already? Made sense.... Maho bowed deeply and just barely stood up straight when the former delinquent snagged her arm and pulled her along with the group's running pace.

"Long time no see," she greeted. Maho nodded and waved to the young Vongola, falling to the back of the group as to protect them from that angle.

Tsuna barely knew these people, but he had been informed they were people he could trust and rely on in extreme situations. Good to know that he had more people to rely on.

Tsuna followed along, tailed by the two older and dark haired girls. One looked alert in an immediate and dangerous way, the other was like a hawk or a cat...Something that watched from far away and did not call notice to itself. Of the two, the cat girl seemed more deadly, but the mega alert one was dangerous too. He could tell by the way she walked. Tsuna swallowed hard and kept a little closer to Gokudera, still uneasy around dangerous people, even when they were on his side. It would take getting used to for a long time on his part before it became normal.

The two girls were muttering to each other in silent Italian, talking about game plans and shifts in which they both would watch Tsuna. It was good, both were not fond of sleeping very long, and they were hell bent on doing their duty to the fullest.

Imelda nodded slowly and leaned against a nearby wall, joined by the ever silent Maho. The two were brief acquaintances, only knowing each other through pictures, a few calls and files on one another. It was strictly professional, but sometimes the Italian girl wished the other weren't so cold. It would be nice to have a chick friend in this business.

Tsuna took a seat as well, never taking his eyes off the older boss. Poor Gushka...He was such a nice person and someone had exploited that in order to get to him. It was worrying...If even the intuition couldn't pick those people out....How was the Japanese boy supposed to?

"H-Hey Gushka," Tsuna muttered. Maho was by his side in a second, startling the boy. He looked at her, confused, until the girl smiled softly and explained she would translate for him. It was hard for the mind to function under drugs, and if even speaking in his native language, the one he thought in, would help....Then they would. Imelda stared at the girl and pouted, irritated and jealous. It was no special thing to be multilingual, who even cared! Just cause she could translate and speak to the small Tenth properly....

Maho turned and translated, waiting patiently for words from the young leader. Tsuna nibbled his lip in thought, upset over how messed up Gushka was. Physically, emotionally and mentally. The assassin must have gotten closer than the group had initially thought....Imelda stepped in and asked for a translation into Italian. When Maho offered it up, Imelda sighed deeply.

"Gushka-san," Tsuna started, "We won't let anybody else hurt you. I promise." Maho stared at the young Italian for a moment and smiled softly, translating it in the same soft tone the child had used.