Warning: This story contains BL and sometimes, randomness. G27, other pairings implied.

Disclaimers: I do not own KHR.

'This is impossible,' Tsunayoshi shivered as the figure curling on the corner of his room stood up. 'This is just a dream. I must be dreaming. I—'

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Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed as he walked along the corridors of his beloved school. Note the sarcasm—today wasn't exactly the best day for him, being showered with homework, a twenty-seven, a ten, a thirty and another twenty-seven percent on exercises. He let out another sigh when he saw the teacher calling out to him. He was told to clean up the Biology Lab ("You messed up the experiment and look at the dirty floor, Sawada-san! It's your responsibility as a good student!"), now. Said teen walked hesitantly to the lab, feeling really lazy to even sweep the floor. Opening the door, he was going to take the broom and start cleaning when—

"What are you doing here, Tenth?" A familiar voice greeted him. Gokudera Hayato—his self-proclaimed right-hand man—smiled and scurried over quickly to his boss. "I thought you left after the sixth period?"

"Ah, Gokudera-kun… I have to clean up this place; I ruined the lab at the second period, remember?" said Tenth replied kind of lazily, staring at the somewhat suspicious cupboard on the left side of the room. "And no I didn't, it's just that I felt a bit dizzy so I went to sleep at the infirmary for a bit."

"Do you want me to help?" Gokudera flashed a grin. He would be more than willing to help Tsunayoshi with everything.

"No, it's alright—"

"You said you were dizzy. How are you feeling right now?"

"I'm fine now, so—"

"See, you're still dizzy! Let me do the cleaning. You don't have to worry about it, Tenth!" The silver-haired teen seemed to be a bit troubled (not in the wrong way). Pushing Tsunayoshi out of the room, he waved good-bye and locked the door. Tsunayoshi swore he saw another person in the room before Gokudera closed the door. It wasn't rare for students (especially ones with rebellious nature) to hide somewhere after school to have a make-out session with their lover, but why the Biology Lab?

Deciding not to interfere with other people's personal matters, Vongola Decimo shrugged and nodded to himself. He walked back to the classroom to snatch his bag away from the empty room. If Gokudera had a lover, it would be Yamamoto Takeshi. They were pretty close with each other, not to mention the time they spent together—okay, he should stop thinking about these kinds of problem now. Besides, what if Gokudera is just hiding an UMA or, um, it's just impossible.

'…I'll just go home and sleep.'

Half-running to the gate, Tsunayoshi felt someone—something, staring at him. Was it a stalker? No, that's impossible. Who'd want to stalk someone like him? He's just a normal teenager going to high school, now going home after his duties (Gokudera did it though) are finished, and he just knew no one wants money from him—the upperclassmen won't get much from someone like him, anyway. Yes, it seems that Sawada Tsunayoshi had totally forgotten that life as Vongola Decimo isn't really all that peaceful.

He had totally forgotten that being in the Mafia means to expect the unexpected 24/7.

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Now, back home. No shoes on the genkan*. Sighing for the umpteenth time today, Tsunayoshi changed his shoes with slippers and dropped his bag on the entrance—he'll just take it later. He walked to the kitchen only to find a note on the table and the refrigerator. Lambo, Fuuta and I-Pin weren't home as well. Bianchi was out a week ago with Reborn so there's no need to look for them. At least until they get back. Tsunayoshi tried reading the note. The writing was more like a scribble, his mother must've been in a hurry. The kids were most likely hungry and they forgot to go shopping.

'Tsu-kun, we're going out for a while. We have to buy more food for the kids, Lambo was pouting for some grape candies.
Don't worry; I left some soup for you in the fridge. Heat it yourself, will you? We'll be back soon! Love, Mom.'

He was right. Deciding that he wasn't hungry and he needs sleep rather than food at the moment, Tsunayoshi walked to the bedroom he's been using for 10 years now and tossed himself on the bed. His sixteenth birthday was celebrated just a few weeks ago, and Iemitsu, his father, just had to remind him of the moments where he was still sharing a bed with his parents. It was quite embarrassing to admit that he's always cuddling by their side back then.

He recalled the past when he was still so little, so powerless. He even wondered sometimes if the power he got from all the past fights—all the experience—was even real. Said teen here was currently staring at the ceilings, trying to distract his brain from thinking about all the guilt he had experienced, being the leader of a Mafia family. Vongola wasn't really that bad, but he knew that sometimes, something wrong would still happen. And on top of that, some members of the family tend to beat around the bush as well, making him sigh again at the thought. What the boy wanted was just a normal life, but that would be impossible now.

Closing his eyes, Tsunayoshi yawned and drifted off into deep slumber silently, totally oblivious to a pair of bright orange eyes now gazing over his features.

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Meanwhile, our silver-haired friend here was trying to figure out with all the logic and every acceptable explanation in this world—as to how in the heavens did a certain, certain light-red (almost pink, to be bold) haired man appeared out of nowhere when he was looking for Uri after school. And worse, he heard footsteps that he recognized to be his boss's—Tsunayoshi's footsteps are always a bit hesitant and silent—that he had to drag the older man to hide inside the cupboard. Was it really a right thing to do?

"What you did back then was quite rude," the older Italian started.

"As if I care—I mean, I'm sorry."

"You don't seem like you are sorry."

Gokudera frowned. He wasn't really fond of Vongola Primo's right-hand man in the first place. It's kind of hard to admit, but actually G.—wonder what his real name is—was kind of similar to Gokudera. The latter himself wasn't going to admit this, of course. After all, Tsunayoshi saw Gokudera as nothing more than a best friend, a comrade. He wanted more than that; something like a right-hand man, perhaps a Consigliere. He knew very well it wasn't going to be easy, but still.

How will he possibly explain about Primo's right-hand man appearing here, in the Biology Lab? Gokudera was sure that possessing the hyper intuition, the brunet must have noticed about the cupboard at some point. He was sure that sooner or later, everything will be uncovered. Especially if Reborn's back. The infant was really sharp to notice things like these. If the other members of the family knew about this, it would be troubling.

"Rest assured. You're not the only one stuck with someone from the past," G. chuckled quietly and threw another stare at the frowning teen.

"What do you mean—"

Is what the angry bomber was going to ask when he saw Yamamoto—the baseball-freak—going home from his daily practice with someone. Recognizing the old-fashioned kimono almost immediately, Gokudera mentally facepalmed. Perhaps this is weirder then he thought it was. Sighing, he motioned G. to get up from the chair and follow him. Said man seemed to notice a friend of his walking down the school grounds and smirked slightly.

"Hayato, don't be so tensed about this. Loosen up a bit, will you?"

"I never gave you the permission to call me by my first name."

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Tsunayoshi woke up with a fright. Lambo had slammed the door open, shouting about dinner and candies, plushies. He chose not to listen to the kid and told him something about helping in the kitchen. The air-headed kid made a face, slammed the door again and ran downstairs. Tsunayoshi here slumped down in the pillows again, curling to his side. Eyes gazing about the room, he muttered to himself to tidy the room. Sitting down, Decimo stiffened when he saw what he thought to be bundles of his clothes thrown over at the corner got bigger than last he saw it. He forgot to put them downstairs for laundry.

'…Perhaps Mom found some old clothes and threw it into the bundle as well.'

Throwing unneeded papers from his desk, the teen felt someone—something, staring at him—again. Was it even human? Tsunayoshi stared at his ring, only to find it glowing ever so dimly on the bed. He gulped when he felt something moving at the corner of his room. Restraining a high-pitched yelp to escape his very lips when the bundle seemed to unwrap and a hand stretched out from it, his eyes widened when he recognized that certain person curling up with a cape.

It was none other than Vongola Primo, Giotto.

'…This is—'

Primo brushed off his cape and stood up slowly, eyes fixed at the teen. Tsunayoshi wasn't sure of what to do right now, resulting in the awkward silence for a couple of minutes. The two stared at each other blankly, having the same curiosity building up in their minds right now. The younger one felt like shouting, but then, it would just make the whole matter worse than it is already. Giotto was about to open his mouth to say something when Tsunayoshi (instinctively) stepped backwards. Sitting down on the bed ruffling his hair in confusion, the latter stared at the other's gleaming orange orbs.

"Primo, why are you…?"

"I would like to know as well, Decimo," replied the blond. The dignity surrounding the founder only brought a shudder to Tsunayoshi, making the teen roll his eyes.

"So you were the one w-watching? I mean, since when—"

"I followed you silently all the time… since morning."

Great, just great. Tsunayoshi didn't know if it's simply the will inside the rings that possessed the power to materialize themselves, hiding their presence—perhaps they have the power to dematerialize all of a sudden, leaving a ghostly-like figure—and stalk the respective bearers of the ring. Trying not to look at his ancestor, Tsunayoshi closed his eyes and thought hard. Was it Giannini's weird device that he had seen a few days ago? Or perhaps this is just another plan of Reborn, being the tricky person he is—alright.

One thing for sure, Vongola Primo is currently—wait, is that a PSP (that Tsunayoshi bought several months ago) he's holding?

"P-Primo, please put that thing down and do explain what happened," Tsunayoshi started, mentally sweatdropping at the sight.

"Unfortunately, I have no idea as well."

Facepalm.

'You have to be kidding me,' Tsuna fiddled with his fingers. 'Stuck with Primo for a couple of weeks at least. That is, if Giannini is able to return them back to their rings—and now both of us are trapped in this awkward silence. What should I—'

The door opened. Sawada Nana, Tsunayoshi's mother, stared at his son before turning to look at the unfamiliar figure standing at the corner. Tsunayoshi was lucky to have a mother like Nana, for she was pretty much tolerant and a bit dumb in a good way. That way she accepts almost anyone. For instance, Lambo, I-Pin, Fuuta and Bianchi—Reborn not included, he's a tutor—and… Uni. Frowning at the thought of Uni, Tsunayoshi shrugged again and turned to look at his mother. Said mother herself was about to ask who this (good-looking) man is when the son stood up and pushed Giotto forwards first.

"Uh, Mom, meet Giotto," said Tsunayoshi, fidgeting slightly.

"Giotto-san it is, then!" Nana smiled and bowed. Giotto, not knowing the manners**, stood still and stared curiously at Decimo, who forced the first to bow down slightly as well.

"It is nice to meet you, Decimo's mother."

"Mom, um… G-Giotto is," said Decimo stuttered. "Our… Uh, he's the one teaching the theatres at school. He's specialized in d-drama and opera, you know—and designing costumes."

Primo just had to make this epic face at his successor. '…What?'

"No wonder your attire is pretty interesting, Giotto-san!" Smiling, Nana chuckled and turned around slightly, noticing the burnt smell from the kitchen. "Oh, I have to go down now! Tsu-kun, please go downstairs in a while—and Giotto-san, feel free to join us~"

"…Grazie."

"S-Sorry about that, Primo. I have no other excuse I can think of," Tsunayoshi fidgeted slightly as he muttered the apology. About the costumes, where else in the world can you find someone wearing a cape over a pinstriped suit? It would be pretty normal for Sawada Nana, but for other people it's just, plain unusual. Tsunayoshi shuddered at the thought of Primo walking around the town with that attire, but quickly shook it off. The teen walked hesitantly to the door thinking that he should just go downstairs now to have dinner together with Primo and everyone else.

"Decimo."

"Y-Yes?"

"You have a nice mother," Primo chuckled.

'Did that Primo just…?' Tsunayoshi thought with amusement. '…I guess he's not as serious as I thought he is?'

"T-Thanks—"

"Tsuna! No-Good Tsuna! There's someone with pink hair and a scary tattoo with Ahodera at the door! Lambo-san is scared!" Upon hearing Lambo's scream, Tsunayoshi immediately turned to the window to check. Giotto did the same, curious with what was happening. Actually, it would be normal for Tsunayoshi to rush downstairs as soon as possible—but he can't possibly do that, as the founder was ruffling his hair, smirking. Tsunayoshi knew this means he's not the only one in the same situation. Judging from Primo's smirk, he was probably enjoying this. Being in the mafia means to expect the unexpected, that's the truth. But this is just ridiculous.

"Sorry for the trouble, Decimo."

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Thank you for reading. This is Author's first multi-chapter story, so she doesn't really know if she did well on this—but she hopes you readers enjoy it. Feel free to ask questions on the story! Author's writing style lacks usage of good vocabulary, perhaps? English is NOT her mother-tongue, so please bear with it. Author tried her best, people.

*Genkan is the place on the entrance hall where you have to take off your outdoor shoes, it's common in Japan. You have to change them with house slippers—walking right away with outdoor shoes is considered rude. By the way, can someone tell me how to put this word in English? I have no idea. (´д`)

**The art of spontaneous bowing and shaking hands is to be mastered in Asian countries, especially when you're Japanese. I made Nana only bow here, though.

Author will try to update as soon as possible. This chapter is a bit short. Author hopes that she'll be able to write longer chapters soon, she's still finding it difficult to write long chapters without procrastinating somewhere in the middle. Reviews, questions and critiques are always welcome! Flames are used for cooking. Oh, and about the italicized sentence at the beginning—it's kind of a teaser for the story? Um, I guess that's all to rant.

EDIT 27/11/2010 20:29! Beta'd by Kuro the Cake. (´∀`人)

EDIT 28/11/2010 13:50! I forgot to add the word 'not' in one of the sentences in the ramblings above. Fail. ∑(・д・；) Will be answering the reviews on the next chapter.

EDIT 14/12/2010 13:18! Did some minor changes. Bear with me, readers. (´；ω；`)

EDIT 18/12/2010 00:17! Scratched something on the note. Edited hyphen abuse. Cough.

Author is human and therefore does mistakes.

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