Part-time Mafia Boss!

Summary: One day Vongola Decimo woke up to find himself in an extremely small budget apartment room. He then found himself without money and having to live normally as a part-timer! But things weren't actually 'normal' as it seemed. Parallel World. Adult!Vongola. Part-time!Vongola. Partial-AU. No pairings.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR. It is owned by the great mangaka, Akira Amano!

Chapter 15

The mafia boss got a pizza delivery

A young man, probably in his early twenties, entered a bar snuck in a street corner of Milan. Despite his age, he was dressed in a classy suit. Also, while having silverish hair, his face was barely 'European.'

His name is Gokudera Hayato, a notorious freelance hitman from a former influential Milano famiglia that had fallen into decay.

He sat down by a much older guy also dressed in a classy suit.

After ordering his drink, the younger man, who happened to be a heavy smoker, was offered a cigarette by the older man.

"I know ye. You're the lone wolf of North Milan, right? How cheesy." the old man began to chat as a friendly tease. Even so, the younger said no word back at all. Nor did he nod or shake his head.

"Look," said the old man, clearly flustered by the younger's insolence, "I'd let this pass, but in our line of work, age is the thin' ye know?"

Getting lectured un-called for, the younger mafiaso clicked his tongue, "Just get down to business already."

At the boy's attitude, the old man huffed things like "Arrogant, ain't ye?" before deciding to do as the young man said, "Ahem– We have a job for you abroad."

"Why abroad?" the younger mafiaso frowned.

Ignoring the question as a revenge, the older man went on, "Guess what, it's Japan. In Asia. Where. ye. are. from."

The half-Japanese mafiaso glared intimidatingly at that.

Feeling a sense of victory, the older mafiaso chuckled, "Well, doesn't matter. Your target is even more Asian than you, but guess what he has the Vongola blood!"

"!?"

"Interested in seeing what kind of person he is, yea?"

Indeed, Gokudera couldn't help but feel curious. In his twenty years of being a foreigner in such a racist world of the mafia, he subconsciously hoped that this guy may be the gleam of light for him.

Despite his suspicion over what kind of a job Vongola would have to outsource freelancers instead of their people to get their hands dirty,

His sis is gonna kill him for leaving her alone, but she's been unfair to Gokudera too! She always kept him in the dark but a smart boy like Goudera didn't take much to figure out since he was a small boy how could he has Japanese looks and names despite supposedly having an Italian sister and an Italian father.

Now, he is old enough to grab the chance."Ah, I'll take it," he said hesitantly.

The older man smirked, handing the documents and dispatched from the bar immediately after.

Tokyo, a few months later

"So how's your vacation, Sawada-kun?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi or the 'mafia boss from the other world,' laughed dryly, "Ha ha, I don't know if you can really call it a vacation, Manager."

After all, he had been part-timing to pay back his tickets during the so-called vacation.

As if reading his thoughts, his co-worker, Nagi, joined their conversation, "Must be hard supporting your mum with several jobs, huh?"

"Yeah, but having Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto helps a lot" Tsuna absent-mindedly replied, "Wait! How could you know about my mum?"

Nagi only replied with her straight face, "Getting hands on intel is my specialty. You can call it one of my part time jobs, like Muku-chan's forgery."

Nagi then directed her stare to Tsuna, "So could you please tell me about your 'Gokudera-kun' and 'Yamamoto'?"

Tsuna hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to let Nagi in on a bit, but only in part, "They're just my roommates. We share room, in other words."

"Hmm," Nagi took out a pen and a notebook, "What are they doing for a living?"

Again, absent-mindedly Tsuna replied, "Well, Gokudera-kun is now, surprisingly, a nursery school teacher while Yamamoto-kun just got a new job as a sushi restaurant sous chef... Wait! What's wrong with my brain and mouth today!?"

"Heh," Nagi tried to pry more, " 'surprisingly' and 'just got a new job' you say..."

"I won't say any more!" Tsuna said firmly.

After the part-time shift at the bookstore, Tsuna met up with Shoichi in front of the store.

"Hello, shall we get going," the brick-haired geek started pacing even before his friend got to respond.

"H-hi, Shoichi-kun. I told you not to wait for me every single time I finish my work."

With a huff, Irie Shoichi retorted, "Who wouldn't? After you suddenly ran all the way to your hometown, skipping jobs when your financial situation is so dire!"

"Ha ha ha," Tsuna could only give a dry laughter as he couldn't really say otherwise.

Tsuna approached his apartment room for a brief lunch break before his next job shift. Of course, Irie kept tagging along him.

Coincidentally, Gokudera was at home since it's Sunday.

"I'm back," Tsuna greeted his assassins-cum-flatmates.

Thrilled to see the brunet but pissed off to see the red head, Gokudera snarled unwelcomely, "Don't you have an afternoon class too, Irie Shoichi?"

The engineering student sighed, "Obviously it's holiday right now. Have you ever been to college?"

Which of course only pissed the half-Japanese even more, "You—"

"Wait, that's supposed to be a joke," Tsuna tried to mediate.

"Irie Shoichi was damn right when he said I never went to college," Gokudera confessed with tears.

Tsuna felt bad for unintentionaly hurt Gokudera's pride, "Sorry to hear that?"

"And who wants to know that anyway," Irie eyerolled.

Pissed off, Gokudera snarled, "There's nothing wrong with not having higher education, you four-eye bastard!" then noticing that Tsuna also had a glass on, "Erm, I didn't mean to Tenth. I mean that Irie bastard. No! Let me make up by banging my head on the tatami mat hundred times!"

"Please don't, Hayato," said the AU mafia boss (so used to this) in an indifferent voice, "I don't want to pay a cleaning fee afterwards for your blood stains."

Before the fight between two young men worsened, the door bell rang (to Tsuna's relief).

"A delivery to Sawada-sama" said the voice behind the door.

"I-I'll answer the call for you," Tsuna quickly offered and rushed away from his quarrelling friends.

"Let me escort you!" Gokudera squeaked.

What Tsuna didn't expect was that he would end up wishing he hadn't answer the call.

Because...

"Two L-size Vongola pizza for you with a bottle of coca cola, sir. Grazie!"

He was handed suspicious boxes of pizza he didn't order.

"What's wrong, sir?"

By the familiar pink-haired beauty, who didn't look Japanese at all.

"B-Bianchi!?" "Sis?" The mafia boss and the silver-haired man both vomited the name out with a twisted face.

"Hi, there, Gokudera," the woman addressed to Tsuna's roommate before turning to Tsuna, "Actually, this pizza is for free. Thanks for taking care of my brother."

Still in a daze, Tsuna accepted the pizza, "Tha-Thank you?" Wait, is he going to poison himself to death?

"S-Sis? Why are you here!?" Gokudera who finally managed to speak had an immediate nervous breakdown.

Tsuna learned three things about this world's Bianchi that's slightly - to - very different from his world.

Firstly, her cooking is rather normal. Unlike her alternate counterpart which had the (hell-sent) unique talent (for such a babe) of making any dishes poisonous, she is actually a good cook which immediately landed her a job in an Italian restaurant as she was looking for a part-time job to do while searching for Gokudera in Japan.

Secondly, Bianchi seemed to be on relatively good terms with Gokudera in this world. Though Gokudera did end up running away from home in this world as well (must be a symtom of being a Gokudera Hayato regardless of what universe), he didn't suffer the trauma of food poisoning and was actually raised by Bianchi herself who had to act instead of his mother, his dad and their former subordinates who left them and the family after it perished with the bankruptcy and the disappearance of the boss.

Finally, Bianchi came here to get Gokudera home. Apparently, she noticed that he took too long to complete the job of tailing Tsuna and was concerned if something happened to him. As of now, to Tsuna's relief, this Bianchi is (probably) not crazy enough to try killing him just to take his brother back. BUT HE JUST COULDN'T AFFORD TO BE CARELESS.

"I intended to make these for my brothers since he must miss some homemade dishes, but please have some" this world's Bianchi smiled innocently, which Tsuna found somewhat creepy, as she opened the pizza boxes she delivered.

"Wow, looks delicious, Itadakimasu," the naive college student Irie Shoichi immediately took on the free lunch offer.

Meanwhile, Gokudera may click his tongue endlesly, but both of his hands are already on the pizza.

Putting on guard as any mafia boss (with bad childhood trauma) should, Tsuna decided "Erm, I'll only observe" despite his rumbling stomach.

Getting business-like, Tsuna asked, "So, Bianchi-san, from how I see it, you came all the way here to persuade Gokudera back home."

"Yes," Bianchi said with tears, "He's my only family."

"Shut up," Gokudera snarled, "We're not even real siblings! And even if you are, I have decided to stay with such a big-spirited person like Sawada Tsunayoshi-sama here! I made him the tenth person I admired!"

"That's troubleso— I mean that's not good, Gokudera-kun," said Tsuna who just got the chance to get rid of an overly zealous freeloader, erm, assassin after his life?, glancing at the heart-broken Bianchi who's sitting next to him, "Bianchi said she came all the way, even working part-times to afford the tickets back home for you."

That's fellow (poverish) part-timers' spirit!

"No! Since the day I heard about your feat of supporting your Okaa-sama, your only family like a tragic hero! I was really moved! So I couldn't leave you alone!" Gokudera hugged Tsuna feet with tears.

"Same," Irie nodded understandingly on the sideline. Tsuna gave the engineering student a deadly glare that said who asks for your opinion.

Bianchi sobbed harder, "I guess Sawada Tsunayoshi had to be dead for you to come back to me, right?"

At that, Tsuna gulped. Oh no, not again.

So the brunet immediately faced Gokudera, his (annoying) fanboy. He knew how to end this quickly (though Irie Shoichi would kick his ass for this).

"I will be blunt, Gokudera. I'm not really the Sawada Tsunayoshi you admire"

"!"

"Have you ever wondered why Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was supposed to be a weak college student managed to beat you guys up like that?"

"!"

"That's right,Gokudera, I'm..." Tsuna wanted to kill himself for his own imaginative lies, "an alien who actually killed Sawada and imposed him!"

"..."

"..."

Silence filled the room.

Shoichi facepalmed.

And surprisingly Gokudera Hayato, also an occult fan in this world, took it, "You bastard! I will stay here till you find a way to rescue Sawada-sama back!"

Tsuna rebuked himself for how stupid he is for creating lies that actually have an opposite effect of what he wanted.

Bianchi, who was certainly not convinced, asked her brother angrily, "Really, what's so great about your Sawada-sama!?"

Her brother smiled softly as he thought of the person he admired, "Like me, Sawada-sama only had his one family member his whole life. He stayed by his mother's side, working to support her and never running away despite the difficulties and the persecution from the mafia. It... struck me for someone who ran away from home..."

"Such a perfect person doesn't exist," unexpectedly that came from Tsuna.

Gokudera glared at the brunet, "What did you say, this imposter!"

"Never running away, huh? " was what Tsuna had been wondering all this time.

Gokudera took Tsuna'a shirt collar in rage, "Don't insult Sawada-sama!"

"Stop your whining!" the mafia boss said coldly, "Sawada-sama! Sawada-sama! Psychoanalysts called it 'Displacement' you know? You regret leaving your only family, Bianchi and simply tried to regain your life through your ideal vision of Sawada Tsunayoshi without actually knowing him."

Shocked, Gokudera dropped the brunet's collar.

"Hey, hey, Tsunayoshi. You're getting too emotional," Shoichi was confused by his friend's alternate version's behaviour.

Ignoring Shoichi, Tsuna breathlessly told Gokudera, "Know what you actually want."

Gokudera was stunned, "Wh-What I want?"

"You want to go back to your only family, Bianchi, too!" Tsuna said then deciding to give Gokudera a wake-up punch, "With this, we're over."

Falling from a hard punch, Gokudera pouted like a child at Bianchi, "Is it okay for me to go home?"

"Of course!"

"But my mother is dad's mistress!"

He was hit on the head by Bianchi, "Moron! That doesn't matter to me. We spent our whole lives supporting each other, and that's the only thing that mattered! So just come home already!"

"Even thought I... abandoned you like old man?"

"Well," with her characteristic smirk, Bianchi said, "I guess any brother needed his rebellious phase."

The next morning Tsuna woke up, finding only one hitman who used to come after his life, Yamamoto, in his room.

At the same time, his flatmate was also awake, mumbling absent-midedly, "It's so lonely without Gokudera, huh?"

Tsuna smiled a bit nostalgically, even though he rarely knew this world's Gokudera, "Well, at least the room is less crammed. I don't like freeloaders."

The remaining freeloader, Yamamoto, chuckled almost sadly, "So our three-person flat room becomes a two-person overnight, ha ha."

Feeling a bit lonely as well, Tsuna plucked out the letter that Bianchi gave him before they left for Italy:

Dear Sawada Tsunayoshi,

Thanks to your weird but effective scolding, Gokudera realised his mistake and decided to go to his father's funeral in Milan. But he will certainly come back to get you to find the REAL Sawada (whatever the crap you said), he said. Well, for me, I don't believe you at all.

I thought that you're fishy, shady and dodgy, but I think you would benefit from knowing the mafia situation right now. NOT that I took a liking to you weirdos or anything!

Obviously, you are being targeted by the Vongola. As an outsider, I don't know much about the Vongola and why the Vongola would target you, a civilian. Timoteo, the Vongola Nono is already dead in this world, but I wouldn't say we have an official Vongola Decimo yet. The great famiglia is in civil war right now.

Finally...

"Now that I think about it, we three are quite similar," Yamamoto mumbled absent-mindedly.

For some reason, Tsuna ignored Yamamoto and dashed for the door.

The behaviour was totally unpredictable for Yamamoto, "Hey, Tsuna? where are you—"

Mechanically, Tsuna put on his shoes and rushed out of the room.

"Hey, wait," Yamamoto while wearing slippers chased after him.

At the end of the letter that was now dropped on the tatami floor wrote "Reborn is coming."

To be continued...