Tsuna stepped out of the car and tugged his jacket straight. He still wasn't used to the suit.

"I am going," Hayato said, low and deadly, "to kill you."

Yamamoto just smiled, the bastard, cheery as if Hayato had offered to take him on a fucking picnic. "Okay."

As they returned to Muramasa's suspiciously ill-concealed hiding hole, Byakuya turned away from the mindless chatter of the swords. He could only stand to listen to their foolishness for so long, and today had been more than enough.

Renji blinked and looked over. "What, you've really never...?"

Ichigo couldn't help bristling. "That's perfectly normal, you know!"

Xanxus has legs that just don't quit, and she dresses to kill more literally than most women do.

It wasn't unusual for Xanxus to storm into her office, possibly destroying things in her path depending on how much of a snit she was in, but today her lips were tighter than usual and her glare was sharper. Squalo took his feet off the table, getting ready to move if he had to, and tossed the file on the latest Leone sprig aside. "Something up, Boss?"

The fingers resting so casually on his chest froze him for half a breath, and maybe that was what made the difference.

Dino moaned a little, low in his throat, as Kyouya pushed his knees wider against the cool, rumpled sheets. Tonight promised to be something special.

Squalo's first real look at the Ninth's adopted daughter was of her standing over Vittore Barassi with a clenched fist and a thunderous glare.

Family gatherings were always pretty lively. With three magicians, four magic creatures and a ghost, Touya supposed they couldn't be anything else, and he was pretty used to it by now.