THE CLASS TRIP OF A LIFETIME

Being a boss of the Mafia is extremely exhausting. In fact, Tsunayoshi Sawada isn't even the official Tenth Boss of the Vongola Famiglia yet. Not with his Inheritance Ceremony being so oh-so-wonderfully ruined by Daemon Spade's plans. (Tsuna was actually really glad. He would have kissed Daemon for delaying the ceremony if it wasn't for the said man attempting to kill him and his precious friends.)

Even so, the stacks of paperwork which seems to merge with his homework stared at him in the face, daring him to not complete them. Vongola Nono, Timoteo, had sent him an enormous box filled with the accursed papers, complete with an apology note and a packet of sweets just this morning, a Saturday that should have been spent by relaxing. Reborn reasoned (which was actually forcing his ideals upon the reluctant to-be Neo-Vongola Primo with a well-placed kick and punch) that it was good practice for when Tsuna will be the Don of the most influential Mafia Famiglia in the world. The worst thing was he had to finish ALL of that (including his schoolwork and language exercises set by Reborn) today.

Tsuna groaned, and slammed his forehead on the small coffee table he used to study on. Well, not really on the table. More like on paper. Lots of paper. The soul of a young, barely adult boy could be seen floating out of the window. It's going to be a long, long day.

Downstairs, a baby clad in a black suit pulled his fedora down, hiding the very amused smirk adorning his face. His other hand was clutching a white envelope, sealed with a Dying Will Flame stamp, a sign of it being sent by the Vongola. He strode out of the house off to somewhere, pausing only to glance at Tsuna's room. "Well, No-Good Tsuna. This is sure to be amusing."

Monday came, the bright sun shining its rays into the brunette's room. Stacks of paperwork were neatly arranged in the box it came in, biding its time to return to its rightful owner somewhere in Sicily, Italy. The boy was snoring peacefully on his bed, unaware of the tiny figure hopping on the structure. Leon the chameleon then transformed into a gun, while its owner, none other than the great Reborn, cocked it towards Tsuna's forehead. Almost a heartbeat later, the snoring figure had rolled out of bed and had run towards the bathroom, all the while shrieking "HIEEEEEEEEEE! I'M AWAKE!"

The Sun Arcobaleno smirked. "You'll have to go through more training with me, No-Good Tsuna." He then strolled downstairs and let Bianchi pamper him with her love. Soon, Sawada Tsunayoshi raced into the room, snatched a piece of bread, bid his mother goodbye and rushed out of the house at such a speed that he crashed into Gokudera and Yamamoto. "Juudaime!" "Tsuna!"

"WE'RE LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE~!" And with that, Tsuna took off to school, dragging the two surprised Guardians along. Reborn's smirk grew wider as he thought of the marvelous plan he would carry out today.

"Ryukyu has once recognised..." Hiroyama-sensei's lecture on the public relationships between Ryukyu and other olden countries had Tsuna's head lolling on the table. Gokudera was too busy scribbling something to pay attention, Yamamoto had long fallen into a deep slumber and Chrome was staring out of the window with Enma reading his textbook beside her while Shitt P was blowing bubblegum bubbles. Kyoko giggled lightly at them, knowing full well of their Mafioso identities.

Suddenly the door slammed open. The cheerful face of Nami-chuu's principal looked in. "Hiro-sensei, may I have a word with the class?" Hiroyama-sensei stood straighter and replied with a "Y-Yes, Sir!" before glaring at the class, challenging them to disturb the principal's speech.

The said man gave a slight chuckle and cleared his throat. "I am here to give you very good news. Everyone here knows of Boreen-sensei, no?" Cue headshakes from the students. "He was the one to recommend Mr. Vongolavsky during the class distribution, so he considers class 2-A to be his class of pride. Boreen-sensei's best friend had also taken a liking to you, so Boreen-sensei had persuaded him to fund a trip to somewhere out of Japan for your annual school trip. Well, to be precise... Italy!"

The silence in the room was currently so thick that Tsuna could have probably cut it with a knife. Not that he could do so; he was too busy being shocked hearing the news. This... this must have been why my Hyper Intuition's going haywire! The sudden cheers and roars of joy that erupted around him didn't make anything better. From far away, Hibari twitched in annoyance at the noise.

Students of 2-A were too concentrated on being happy to notice the sudden rigidity in seven of their classmates. Nor did they notice a tiny baby wearing a professor's hat entering the room. The principal bowed to the baby while the baby flashed a knowing smirk at a dying Tsuna. Reborn... what the hell are you doing?!

After calming down, everyone settled down in their seats, eager to hear what the newcomer had to say. The principal whispered something to the baby, who nodded and waved him off. The principal also nodded and turned back to the students. "This is Boreen-sensei. He will brief you regarding the trip to Italy." The students gasped. Was that baby really the most awesome mathematics-solver ever?

The malicious glint in 'Boreen-sensei's eyes did nothing to ease Tsuna's apprehension as the tiny baby gazed at every student. "Good morning students. I am Boreen-sensei, pleased to meet you. Regarding this trip to Italy that your principal has told you about. My best friend, Timoteo, is the Ninth Boss of the Vongola Corporations. Unfortunately, due to old age, he is forced to pass the mantle on to a new heir." Tsuna's face had drained out of any colour by this point. The rest of the people related to the Mafia in the room weren't any better either.

"Around two weeks from now, an Inheritance Ceremony will be held for the Tenth Boss, or Decimo in Italian, though for this particular heir, it's Neo-Vongola Primo . Due to the heir being Japanese and somewhere around your age, Timoteo had asked me to provide a group of students to accommodate the new boss, just for the ceremony." Gokudera's eyes have turned dangerously sparkly when he heard the word 'Inheritance'. Enma looked pityingly over at Tsuna, who seemed to have turned into stone.

The students of 2-A were whispering and murmuring among them. "Wow, the heir is really young, eh?" "Vongola? Isn't that the company which topped the charts of wealth since a hundred years ago?" "How come the heir's Japanese?"

Reborn waved his hands. "Why the heir is Japanese and fifteen is not your problem. Are you willing to go?" The enquiry was answered with enthusiastic nods and yells of agreement. But wait. "HIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The usual ear-splitting shriek of Tsunayoshi Sawada resounded through the room.

The infant smirked, knowing that the brunette had finally absorbed the info. "What is the matter, Sawada?" Everyone turned their attention on the brunette, who had a helpless look on his face and was flailing his arms in abject terror. Gokudera, ever the loyal right-hand man, fussed over him like it's nobody's business. "Juudaime! Are you alright?!"

Tsuna spluttered in the silence. "W-wha… so you mean the heir's in-inheriting the company… in a week?!" "As I've said so earlier." Reborn kept up his act, even though he was sorely tempted to kick the Neo-Vongola Primo in the face right now. "U-uh… Who will be there?"

Ah, the question. Reborn's favourite question. With perfect timing, Dino stumbled into the room, successfully handing Reborn a sheaf of papers while also banging his head against the wall. The girls cooed and giggled, oblivious at the obvious display of Dino-sensei's clumsiness. "Here, Reborn! This is the official list of the companies attending Vongola Neo-Vongola Primo 's Inheritance Ceremony!"

Reborn huffed and passed it to Tsuna, who passed it to Gokudera because he really had no strength to deal with this craziness anymore. The silver-haired man's eyes scanned the list carefully and narrowed, before reading aloud. "The Millefiore, Shimon, Kokuyo, Cavallone, Varia… Why the heck is the Tomaso on this list again?!" The students of 2-A were shaking their heads in confusion at the unfamiliar, yet clearly Italian names. (excluding the Kokuyo. Isn't that the school that attacked them last year…?)

Ignoring Tsuna's withering form, Reborn turned to the class. "The trip will be held this Saturday, 6 am and will last for a week. If there are any changes to the schedule, the Vongola will inform your parents. Gather at the school gates before 5:55 am." Dino then passed forms to every student, a grin on his face. Reborn spoke again.

"Please complete the forms and send them in tomorrow. No one is excused from the trip, so if your parents are reluctant to let you go, please try your best to persuade them… or else. Your passports are being made at this moment, courtesy of the school's system which conveniently contained your signatures and fingerprints. Along with the forms are the official itineraries, so please make sure to refer to them while packing. It is advised to pack light, but you are to bring the things listed in the itinerary. During this trip, there will be additional guests coming along, so don't be too surprised to see them. Be sharp and punctual. You don't want to be left behind and miss the fun, do you?"

With that, the smirking infant hopped off the table, bringing the principal (who did not say a word during the briefing) and Dino (who was casting amused glances at Tsuna and co.) along. The class broke out in whispers, while the seven people related to Mafia in the room looked at each other blankly.

"NO WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

"REBORN!" The unceremonious greeting had the infant raise an eyebrow. "Is that anyway to greet your tutor? You'll need more training, No-Good Tsuna." The brunette growled in exasperation. Reborn's eyebrow climbed higher. That bastard Tsuna… Did he really growl?

"Why are my CLASSMATES, for Primo's sake, attending an Inheritance Ceremony which I want to play no part in? My classmates that have no relations with the Mafia whatsoever." The very irritated expression on Tsuna's face made Reborn smirk. Which made the brunette even more annoyed. "Reborn…"

"Fine, I'll tell you. This, for once, isn't my idea. It's a wonderful plan concocted by Byakuran, Yuni, Mukuro, the Arcobaleno and Vongola Nono, Timoteo. I was only tasked with getting those brats to the Ceremony safely." Tsuna could swear, the smirk was now permanently plastered on the Sun Arcobaleno's face.

"Ah! Why is there an Inheritance Ceremony without the inheritor knowing anything about it at all?! Not that I want to become the Boss at all…" The last part was murmured, but Reborn caught it nonetheless.

Reborn smirked (again!) and answered coyly. "We wanted to make it a surprise, you know~!" The unfortunate brunette stared at his tutor in indignation and horror. "Surprise, my foot! I'll just make a fool of myself and you'll be training me with your Spartan ways. No way!"

"So what are you doing to prevent the trip from happening, No-Good Tsuna~?" "…" "What?" A gun was cocked. "Like I can do anything."

"… Excellent answer. You do know your Mafia well." "I AM NOT A MAFIA!"

A/N: My first official A/N. .-. This fanfic will be updated very, very slowly. Reason? Boarding school. \(TT Y TT/|||| I'm already going back on Sunday. Sob uncontrollably.

So I've decided to start a new fanfic! A VONGOLA SCHOOL TRIP! Yaaaaay~! Don't worry, I'll try making the plot as twisty as I can without bringing the characters into the OOC lifestyle. ^_^

Please do review, it gives me the motivation! WRITE WITH MY DYING WILL! THANKS~

Edit : 31/7/2014 2:38 pm [Changed all Decimo title to Neo-Vongola Primo. I actually forgot. O.o|||||]