The day after the naming ceremony, the official heir of Vongola Co. walked into his office and was promptly knocked over by several very large bags. He would've screamed, if it weren't for the fact that Reborn was right behind him boring holes through the back of his head. Eyes wide, he stood up shakily to see that his office had been taken over by large, lumpy bags, some of which were knocked onto their sides and spilling out their contents- letters.

Lots and lots of letters.

Jaw dropping in shock, he struggled to form words to express his astonishment. "Reborn, w-what is this?!"

He found himself on the floor once more, sprawled out at his tutor's feet. "OW! Reborn, why'd you smack me?!"

"As the official heir to Vongola, you can't stutter anymore, you dame-heir," Reborn said coldly, black eyes glinting from underneath his ever-present fedora.

Tsuna flinched, then got back up onto his feet once more. His shock soon turned to curiosity, and he grabbed the nearest letter and tore it open.

Dear Mr. Sawada,

PLEASE MARRY ME OHMYGOSH YOU ARE THE HOTTEST THING TO EVER WALK THIS EARTH YOUR EYES SPARKLE AND GLOW AND ARE THE WARMEST CHOCOLATE COLOR AND YOUR LIPS ARE SO PERFECT AND PLUMP AND PINK AND I REALLY WANT TO-

Tsuna stopped reading there, and his face took on a pale green shade, much to Reborn's hidden amusement. The brunet quickly dropped the letter as if it was burning his hands.

"Welcome, Dame-Tsuna," Reborn said with a gesture to the bags, "to the life of being the Vongola heir."

Before Tsuna could say anymore, a figure burst into the room. He paled upon seeing the sight of three more bags, all bursting at the seams, being dumped onto the floor. Colonello straightened up with a grimace. "Man," he groaned, "You have a lot of fanmail, kora!"

Colonello was another Arcobaleno like Reborn. However, unlike Reborn- who had a somewhat Spartan-like business attitude- Colonello was a more militaristic guy, hence the green military-style jacket and pants he wore to work everyday. Black combat boots and green camouflage bandana wrapped around his head completed the look. Tsuna had yet to see him in a suit, or with his messy blond hair tamed down for formality.

"Fanmail?" cried Tsuna. "Is this all fanmail?! Why? What did I do to deserve this? These people are crazy!"

"Welcome to the life of being the Vongola heir," grinned Colonello, unknowingly repeating the exact words Reborn had said just seconds earlier.

"Oi, military freak. Stop repeating my words," growled Reborn.

"What? I'm not repeating you, why would I ever repeat you?" Colonello glared back.

Tsuna just stared with exasperation at the two of them. If only the public knew that the great Arcobaleno fought like 5-year olds…

Reborn turned his glare from his rival to his student.

Tsuna froze, then stiffly turned away and started to read some more of the crazy letters. He did not just read my mind he did not that is not humanly possible and as demon-like as he can be he is still human please don't kill me so scary oh god-

"Dame-Tsuna, you have to read through every single one of these letters and reply to all of them. After all, being polite and kind to the public is good for the image of the company," smirked the tutor.

He read my mind and he's punishing me for it I swear oh god stay calm-

"Reborn! I'd rather do ten times more paperwork than I usually have than read and reply to all of these crazy love letters!"

"Ah, but Sawada, they're not all love letters," started Colonello, a grin plastered to his face. "Some of it is fanmail and marriage requests, but there are also hate letters from the guys whose girlfriends broke up with them because of you, letters from the crazy mad scientists who want their inventions to be noticed by the company, requests from other companies that want to form business partnerships for the future, death threats from people who hate Vongola for whatever reasons, letters from-"

"Stop, stop, stop!" cried Tsuna, who at this point wanted to just slink to the floor in despair.

Reborn hid a cat-like grin under the shadow of his fedora and just ordered Tsuna to get to it.

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Seven hours and many hysterical breakdowns later, Tsuna was relaxing on the couch in his parents' house. After he had accepted the offer to become the Vongola heir, he and his mother had moved from their cozy house in Namimori to Milan. Nana had been ecstatic, of course, because now she could actually live with her husband- who actually worked in CEDEF, one of the Trinisette groups of Vongola Co. Since he had been so busy in Italy with the company, he was almost never present in their lives, but after the move and Tsuna's deep involvement with the company, the family was now a family once more.

His father, Iemitsu, and his mother did not live in Vongola Mansion- they had politely turned down Nono's offer and chosen to buy an apartment in the city. Tsuna knew his mother loved it here- Milan was one of Italy's most beautiful cities, after all.

The brunet felt his stomach growl as he idly flipped through the channels, staring with bored eyes at the television in front of him. The smell of his mother's delicious cooking wafted from the kitchen to the living room, and now his mouth was watering with hunger. This was his first time visiting Nana in weeks- which was odd, since he'd always thought that he'd be even busier after being announced the official heir. But after he had finished writing all the reply letters- the memory of those horrid letters made him shiver- Nono had simply dismissed him with twinkling eyes and had told him to go visit his family.

So here he was, hungry and waiting. He smiled as he heard his mother's happy humming coming from the kitchen. As he continued to flip through the channels, he suddenly froze upon seeing a very familiar face on the screen.

"-mamoto Takeshi, number 80, steps up to the plate. Now this super rookie has been doing exceptionally amazing his first season, can he do as he has been doing with all the pressure that rests upon his shoulders? It's the bottom of the ninth, folks, and with the bases loaded, this last run all depends on him," rambled the announcer's voice.

Tsuna could only stare at the sight of his old friend as the entire stadium went silent in anticipation. He was standing in position calmly at home plate, knees bent and bat gripped with tense hands. The number 80 was stitched onto his gray Tokyo Swallows uniform, and the heir was startled when he saw a scar running down his chin. A helmet covered his head and cast a dark shadow over hard brown eyes that stared straight at the pitcher. Tsuna could only stare at the screen in worry- those eyes were not the eyes of someone who has enjoying playing his favorite sport.

The lively, spirited eyes he remembered were not present on the face on the screen.

Ecstatic cheering bursting from the speakers startled Tsuna back from his thoughts, and he realized he had missed the hit. He focused his attention back on the screen to find Yamamoto jogging back to home plate to meet his overjoyed teammates, who were all grinning and smiling and patting him on the back in joy.

"And it's a grand slam! The Swallows win 6-3 against the Osaka Tigers, making them the winners of the National Tournament! Now, next week, the Swallows will be going to Italy and playing at Vongola Stadium against the Florence Angels-" the announcer's voice abruptly stopped as Tsuna turned the television off in shock.

After sitting in bewildered silence, his mother's voice calling him to dinner had Tsuna shaking himself back to his surroudings.

"One second, okaa-san!" he called back in a shaky voice.

Seeing that familiar face after so many years shocked him.

However, what broke him inside was the fact that Yamamoto's face had worn an expression of such frigidness and hardness that he had never seen before. He hadn't even smiled once the entire time his teammates were congratulating him.

With a shaky hand, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Nono's number.

"Nono? I apologize if I interrupted anything but… but could you possible give me a ticket to the baseball game at the Vongola Stadium next week?"

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Tsuna stepped out of the car and walked towards the Vongola Mansion with depressed steps. His chauffeur glanced at him once with worry, but said nothing to the heir. He had tried to make conversation with him all throughout the drive from Mrs. Sawada's home to the mansion, but his employer hadn't responded once.

When he neared the grand entrance to the mansion, a familiar flash of silver caught his eye. With wide eyes, Tsuna hesitantly called out, "Gokudera-san?"

The man whipped around and started to immediately burn through his head with those piercing emerald eyes. "Sawada-sama," he said stiffly.

The brunet winced at the formality and clear dismissal, but he attempted to start a conversation anyway. "What are you doing here?"

Green eyes narrowed, and a few moments passed before the pianist decided to state the reason for his presence at the mansion. "My father has business with the Varia. I am simply here as the negotiator."

"Oh," Tsuna said.

The Varia… That name always sent a shiver down his spine. A group independent from the Vongola, and yet at the same time not, the Varia worked in the areas CEDEF could not. Tsuna wasn't sure how legal or illegal their work was, but he wasn't going to question them after they saved his life after that one leak of his identity as the heir two years ago.

He shuddered briefly, then opened the doors with his keycard- the security was the best around here, of course.

"Uh," he started to say with a glance at the figure next to him, "Would you like to come in?"

Gokudera's features shifted into an even more annoyed scowl than before, but he slowly started to move through the open doors.

Tsuna immediately headed towards the stairs, but from behind him, he could hear Gokudera's arrival being announced.

"Oiii, sempaiiii! The silver octopus-san is here!"

He missed said octopus's enraged reply, but the unintelligible yells could be heard when he arrived at his room. Sighing, he opened the door- but when he looked into his room he almost, just almost, slammed it back shut immediately again.

"Reborn! What are you doing?!" he barely managed to stop himself from stuttering in shock.

His tutor- fedora, suit, sideburns and all- sat there on his bed, casually- oh so casually- cleaning his gun with a handkerchief. His dark eyes flicked casually to meet Tsuna's brown ones, and then he spoke.

"We need to talk."

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a/n: Yeaaaah I'm a jerk. Sorry. Regular updates? What are regular updates?
-runs away on a magical path of ice.- Like the entire population of girls in the United States, I am currently obsessing over Jack Frost. Rise of the Guardians FTW!
Back to KHR!. It's over ._. Like, I can't believe it. It kinda really hit me when there was no new chapter this week. … HOW CAN THIS BE –curls up into a ball sobbing- OTL. #fangirlproblems.