Daemon is at the border of Namimori when he hears a whisper about the Varia entering the town. He sighs heavily and turns back to go keep tiny Giotto safe.
Daemon has an extensive network, a little hobby of his, so he knows that the Shimon haven't moved. He did get a little side-tracked by the tiny Vongola but he knows what he wants and he won't stop until he's drenched in Shimon's blood.
That might have to wait just a little more as he keeps watch over the kiddie cult. He just needs to make sure the Varia aren't a bad influence on them (or vice versa) and then he can duck out quickly, finish off the Shimon, and come back to tuck them in for bed time.
And if the Varia are here to kill a potential heir, a potential threat?
Well Daemon would love to see them try and get past all the hell hounds tiny Alaude has amassed. Those things bite.
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"Would you like a drink?" Kyouya offers because that is what adults do.
"Do you have wine?" Xanxus asks.
"I have apple juice."
"Then no."
Kyouya shrugs. "I can't reach it anyway. It's too high in the fridge and I'm not allowed to climb the shelves."
The teenage Incendiary Defences just take a moment to stare. Kyouya almost starts smiling again. He can see their fire -actual fire, like orange- flicker just under their skin, casting odd colours on the walls and furniture of Kyouya's home if they get close enough.
The adult purple doesn't shine like that, but the adult purple also tends to become transparent and lose tangibility, so Kyouya counts him as an outlier.
Now these herbivores are proper nightlights, burning with inner hell fire.
Levi grimaces. "He's looking at me weirdly," he mutters, still in Italian.
"Suck it up," Xanxus snaps. "It's a kid, what's he going to do?"
"Did you not see the see same fighting pit that I did?" Squalo asks. "There was blood everywhere. It's like he's your spirit animal or something."
"It was berry juice," Belphegor says. "Very raspberry."
Lussuria frowns. "Sweetie, did you lick the floor in there?"
Squalo throws his hands up. "Then why so much juice everywhere? This just brings up more questions! And also, Bel, stop licking things."
Mammon floats away from the Varia and down to the bigger Fon clone, with the brunet kid still hiding behind the boy. The brunet seems to be trying very hard to become invisible yet when anyone gets too close, he'll actually step in front of bigger Fon. Children are strange.
"Hey, kid," Mammon mutters and pulls out a voice recorder. "Say the sentence 'Mist flames are better than Storm flames'."
Kyouya blinks. Mist? The purple light? Oh, the little human must be confused. He reaches out and pats the little one on the hood of its cloak. "It's called Kcl."
It occurs to Mammon that perhaps they're too used to fully functioning adults inside baby containers, so talking to an actual child is a lot more complicated than they first predicted.
Mammon frowns. "There is apparently a communication barrier here…" They tuck away the recorder, deeming it a lost cause. The kid's voice is slightly different as well, so it wouldn't exactly be Fon admitting to it.
Kyouya completely ignores their words. "Do you want to see my glitter collection?"
"Is it the flammable kind? Because Reborn went through a glitter phase and I don't really want to deal with tha-"
"Glitter can be flammable?!"
Daemon, one foot through the door, hears the cry of glee and shudders.
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Iemitsu frowns sceptically at the report and Timoteo catches it. The Ninth turns back to Xanxus, the teen sitting in front of the office desk with his Varia standing around him.
"Are you sure?" Timoteo insists. "Nothing at all needs a second glance? The other child came back clean as well?"
"Nothing worrying," Xanxus scoffs dismissively, kicking up his feet onto the Ninth's desk. One boot is a little singed. "Complete waste of time to go there."
Xanxus' eyes slide across to his Guardians, taking in the small burns and Levi's loss of hair, and then land back on the Vongola Don.
"Those kids are absolutely harmless," Xanxus drawls.
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Daemon breathes a sigh of relief once the Varia are finally gone. Kyouya moped a little bit by chasing everyone out of the police building and nesting there for a few hours, but he seems to be feeling better now.
Which is more than what can be said for the town as a whole. The populace of Namimori is still wary after those glitter Molotov cocktails, and it'll take at least a year to rebuild the damaged infrastructure, with even more time needed to heal the mental trauma, but it's over now. Hopefully.
At least the Varia leaving meant Kyouya was distracted from his spree of domestic terrorism. Daemon is pretty sure Kyouya has moved on from that now anyway since the kid has a pretty short attention span if it doesn't involve nightlights.
As an extra precaution, Daemon points the boy towards a tiny Asari that Daemon found a few days ago. If it also means that Kyouya will be too occupied to notice Daemon's absence while he hunts down the Shimon, well that's just excellent planning on his part.
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Omake – Sixth Sense
Reborn's head snaps up abruptly and Verde trails off, raising an eyebrow at the hitman.
Reborn looks into the distance with narrowed eyes. "I feel like I'm missing out on chaos."
Verde gives him a flat look. "Just drink your espresso."
Reborn distractedly drags the baby bottle towards him and latches back onto the tip.
Verde's phone starts ringing and he automatically picks up when he sees Mammon's number. "Yes? What? No, Fon and Reborn do not have a child together. Yes, I'm very sure. Yes, I would know. Yes, I'm aware of how manly Fon is but that doesn't mean he can get another man pregnant. What's this ab-" Verde blinks and pulls the phone away from his ear to stare at it, incredulous. "They hung up on me."
Reborn smirks. "Fon is actually very manly so we shouldn't discount the possibility of a child."
"Baby Born?"
"Yes, De?"
"Drink your espresso."