A/N: Hey guys! I came up with this idea a little while ago and it just kept bugging me until I wrote it down. Originally, this was supposed to be a oneshot like my previous KHR fic, 'Why The Decimo's Guardian's Don't Do Paperwork' but once I started writing, things just kept going and going and going and- uh, you get the point right? :)

So, anyways, this is probably going to be a two-shot or three-shot so... yeah :)

Disclamer: I own nothing. Not even a wallet guys.

Warning: A few bad words here and there. I mean really, what do you expect? Gokudera's in this fic.

Having come to terms with the fact that he was born under the unluckiest star combination to ever grace the heavens, Tsuna knew full well that his crappy luck was not to be trifled with. So, with this in mind, he should have known that asking his guardians to drive him to his meetings that week would have ended up quite horribly, and in one way or another, he'd be the one taking the brunt of the disasters that would ensue.

But it really seemed like a good idea at that time. Tsuna thought as he stared at the cracked ceiling of the hospital room he currently occupied. The doctors had said it would take a few weeks for him to actually be able to move his limbs and apparently even longer for him to fully heal. They had also said that he was really lucky he'd survived- Tsuna had been in too much pain to laugh at the irony- for no normal human could have lived after such an accident.

Tsuna bit back a groan as he shifted on the bed for the last thing he wanted to do was wake his guardians and tutor. His ever so loyal friends were all sprawled in various places in the hospital room, sleeping, as they waited for their boss to regain consciousness. And although Tsuna not wanting to wake them up sounded sweet, his reasons were anything but. The very moment he was capable of moving his limbs, he was going to double X-burner every single one of them (there were a few exceptions but he was a man on a mission so he'd think about them later) then board a plane to the farthest place from the country.

It wouldn't be of much help because they'd still track him down and drag him back for their revenge but it would still buy him some time.

With one more glance at his sleeping guardians, Tsuna sighed as he returned his tired gaze to the cream colored ceiling and tried to discern the random patterns formed on the cracked plaster.

And as he slowly drifted off to sleep, the memory of how he had ended up with a body full of broken bones played out in his mind.

"… Yes… yes… yeah… Ah, I see. Well, I hope he recovers soon Mrs. Fernandez. Don't worry about the bills, the Vongola will take care of everything… Yes… Goodbye ma'am."

There was a soft click and the line went dead.

Tsuna sighed as he placed the receiver back on its rightful place. Glancing around his office, his eyes narrowed as they searched for any intruders, and once he realized there was no one, he dropped his head on the table with a groan. One would think that after becoming a boss, Tsuna would at least become a little more dignified when it came to handling stressful situations but no, that was not the case.

As he lay there, face down on his desk, he moaned, cried and damned the heavens for giving him such barbaric and psychotic guardians.

The phone call from Mrs. Fernandez had been the eleventh one he'd received from the family members of the Vongola guardians' personal drivers that month. Tsuna really couldn't blame her for being so pissed, but if she were to accuse anyone, he was the last person she should be lashing out on. It wasn't his fault her husband was critically injured.

After all, everything happened because the poor man had been in the wrong place, at the wrong time, surrounded by the wrong people.

But still… this is just ridiculous! Tsuna mentally screamed as he sat up once more.

He ran a hand through his messy brown locks before leaning- which was really more like sinking- back into his chair.

Ever since he'd come to accept his position as Decimo, all the drivers that had been hired to transport him and his guardians had either been mentally scarred, seriously injured, or killed on the job. This of course brought up the question of how, since their jobs just involved driving. Surely misfortunes of that intensity couldn't be brought about by such a thing, right?

Wrong.

When the Vongola guardians were involved, anything was possible.

The inhuman battles that broke out in the car when all of them were present were enough to cause the drivers (that survived) to either quit or retire early regardless of the high salary they received. As for the ones who died, Tsuna was forced to make up some lies about enemy Mafiosi attacking the car just to cover up his friends' tracks.

But looking at the empty application forms sitting on his desk, he knew he had a problem. Their current driver was in the hospital- Tsuna was sure he wasn't going to make it- and no one in their right mind was willing to apply for the position. The Decimo didn't want to force anyone into the job because of how deadly it was but… seriously?

No one?

Were his guardians really that bad?

Okay, maybe they were, but so what?

What am I going to do now?

Tsuna had seven different meetings through out the whole week and he knew no one would let him drive himself. And no, it wasn't because of his position in the family, rather… it was because he didn't know how. The fact that he'd spent most of his life trying to protect himself from crazy lunatics out for his head and training to be the next Vongola boss instead of taking some time to learn how to drive a car clearly proved that he'd get into an accident before he even left the mansion's gates.

So, no.

His guardians would rather drive him off themselves than-

That's it!

The brunet shot up so fast his chair toppled over and fell onto the ground with a thud. Smile still in place though, he hurriedly picked it up before grabbing a pen, pencil and ruler from his desk drawer and fishing out a plain paper from one of the stacks that towered on his table. Tsuna then went on to spend the rest of his evening planning a suitable timetable on when and who would drive him through out the entire week.

After all, if he couldn't hire drivers, he'd just have to use his friends.

(He felt a little dirty for thinking so but once he remembered it was their fault his guilt was immediately squashed and replaced by some form of unconstrained happiness).

"I always knew I was your favorite! I'm truly honored Tenth!"

Tsuna just smiled awkwardly at his Storm guardian. Because, really, what on earth was he supposed to say to that?

His right-hand man was grinning from ear to ear as he made that statement, and the Decimo couldn't help but notice the tears of joy that threatened to stream down the silverette's face. Tsuna was unaware of how he should react, for this was weird all on it's own since all he'd done was tell him that due to the driver being hospitalized- translated as probably dead by now- he would be the one to drive him off that day.

Gokudera seemed to overlook the fact that Tsuna had told all his other guardians the same thing (provided a different day of course) and solely focused on the part that involved him. Apparently being chosen as the first one was all the Storm guardian cared about.

"Don't forget your seatbelt Tenth."

That was the only thing Gokudera stated before he inserted the key and ignited the car. Before Tsuna could even determine where said seatbelt was, the scarlet car was already speeding off.

It was then that Tsuna realized that despite his crazy skills with explosives, Gokudera had another talent.

Racecar driving.

The way the car swerved to avoid the other vehicles on the road had Tsuna impressed considering the fact that they had exceeded the speed limit by God knows how many miles. There were countless times he'd seen his life flash before his eyes during that ride alone but Gokudera would always evade the danger with ease.

However, once the Decimo had (sort of) gotten over the fear of death, his luck seemed to want to make itself known. The very moment they rounded the second last corner to their destination, police cars popped up from nowhere and started chasing them.

What?!

Tsuna cast Gokudera a panicked look but he immediately recoiled back into his seat when he noticed the devilish smirk that had formed on his friend's face. "Hold on to anything you can get your hands on Tenth!" That was the only warning Tsuna received before the car did a rapid U-turn and started racing towards the cops at a speed that was now past the point of being illegal. "Gokudera-kun! Are you crazy?! We're going to die!"

Gokudera smiled- he fucking smiled- at his boss. "I'm sorry Tenth, I can't hear you with all these sirens!"

How come I heard you just fine?!

Eyes gleaming and unholy glee radiating off of him in waves, Gokudera reached into his pockets and pulled out enough dynamites to destroy about four or five skyscrapers. Tsuna was just about to yell about them when the roof of the car suddenly went down and the silverette stood on his seat (where he expertly managed to drive with only one foot on the steering wheel) before tossing his already lit explosives at the roaring group of police vehicles.

"Eat this you law-abiding bastards!" Various explosions erupted on the road after that declaration.

Gokudera then sat back on his seat, satisfied.

"You did not just kill those people!" Tsuna's eyes were almost as wide as saucers.

"… No… of course not."

Tsuna was not convinced, and Gokudera sensed this because he then added, "They're alive Tenth… really."

Yeah, but just barely!

Tsuna was just about to give off the order of going back home because he suddenly didn't feel well when a lone police car emerged from the cloud of smoke that coated the street. It's state looked absolutely irreparable but that didn't do anything to decrease it's speed or the driver's determination.

"What the fuck?!" Gokudera glared at the vehicle and he readily pulled up more dynamites from his pockets. Before Tsuna could even process what was going on, Gokudera tossed the explosives at the police car but the driver evaded them with a level of ease that even had the Storm guardian shocked. After multiple attempts at trying to blow up the noisy car, Gokudera was just about ready to ram his Ferrari into it just so he would be done with the pest. "Why don't you just fucking die?!"

"Gokudera-kun," Tsuna's eyes were wide and his hand was clutching the left part of his chest as he spoke. "I… think we… should just go… home…"

The silverette's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized his boss. "Tenth, are you okay?"

"No… it's nothing... I'm just… about to… you know… have… a… heart attack…"

"Tenth?!"

"Relax… it happens… all the time…"

Gokudera didn't relax.

Instead, he instantly changed course and headed back to the Vongola mansion. He didn't even care about blowing up the police officer anymore- his best friend's life was in danger and he'd be damned if he didn't get him to Shamal on time. He couldn't remember when it was that he lost the police that was chasing him but he barely gave it a second thought.

He had to get to Shamal.

Fast.

That day, Tsuna missed his meeting with the don of the Bovino Famiglia because of cardiac arrest.

"It's good to see you up and about Tsuna! I thought you'd be bedridden for days." Yamamoto said with a smile.

His Rain guardian's grin was infectious because Tsuna immediately found himself doing so as well. "Doctor Shamal said it was nothing serious. He made a few mosquitoes bite me and said I'll be fine if I avoid stressful situations."

The raven slung his arm over Tsuna's shoulders as they made their way to the car. "I'm surprised he even agreed to treat you."

"Yeah… well, Gokudera probably persuaded him…" Because Shamal clearly doesn't care that I'm the one who signs his paychecks.

Yamamoto laughed. "Yeah. Hayato sure does have a way with words."

Tsuna nodded in agreement. His Storm guardian definitely had talent. After all, how could someone make 'cotton candy' sound like an insult even far worse than asshole? The conversation Tsuna and Yamamoto had as they entered the Rain Guardian's blue car made the Decimo relax. And for some unknown reason, he actually found himself at ease even when his Hyper Intuition reacted differently.

As Yamamoto drove off from the mansion, Tsuna was surprised to find that (unlike with Gokudera), he didn't even need to put on his seatbelt with how his Rain guardian was driving.

Yamamoto sure is an amazing driver. He thought as he slowly leaned into his seat. The raven paid attention to all the signs and traffic lights, he observed all road rules and regulations and he didn't even dare exceed the speed limit despite the road being practically empty. What more could the Decimo have asked for?

Tsunayoshi Sawada relaxed into his seat and watched the scenery as they passed by.

Then, it happened.

They were just one kilometer away from their destination when the traffic lights went red- but Tsuna hardly thought anything of it since their car was at the front of the queue. We'll get there in no time.

Suddenly (out of nowhere), a dark car with bright colored flames painted all over its lower half came and halted next to them. The driver of the vehicle looked like a teenage junkie who had an unhealthy obsession with piercings and tattoos, and just like any other grown man his age, Tsuna felt inclined to ignore him.

So he did.

But Yamamoto didn't.

The raven kept glancing over at the teenager and his group of friends every now and then through out the whole wait. Each time he looked, he was met with a cocky smirk from the driver and the sound of a roaring engine that clearly spoke of the man's intentions. Never one to turn down a challenge, Yamamoto nodded his consent when the traffic lights switched to yellow and his cheerful and carefree demeanor immediately shifted to the determined look he always had when battling an enemy of the Family.

Yamamoto's eyes narrowed and his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he spoke. "Hold on to anything you can get your hands on Tsuna."

Tsuna shot his friend a puzzled look. "Funny… that's the same thing Gokudera-kun told me yesterday."

Yamamoto smiled, but didn't answer. And when the lights turned green, the Rain guardian sped off at a speed that was way past the car's limit. He almost ran into other vehicles during his race but just like a professional, he avoided them without any trouble at all.

And although Yamamoto's driving was nowhere near as insane as Gokudera's, Tsuna's life flashed before his eyes as well. "Takeshi! Stop! We're gonna die!"

The raven paid his boss no mind.

His attention was solely focused on the boy that had challenged him and, like all challenges he was faced with, Yamamoto won. And quite easily at that.

The Rain guardian had long since lost sight of the black car when a police car rounded the corner they'd just come from and started chasing them. Yamamoto, being a good citizen by nature, parked his Jaguar at the side of the road without hesitation and calmly waited for the cop to catch up with them.

As they waited, Yamamoto appeared to be the epitome of serene, his form not showing any sign of being scared. Tsuna on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. The police? Seriously?!

After the police car had parked as well, a burly, blond haired man with a mustache walked out of the vehicle and approached them. His features were rough, his gaze was stern, and for some reason, Tsuna just knew he was screwed.

"Is there a problem officer?" Yamamoto asked innocently. The policeman gave him a look that said, 'You broke over ten fucking rules and you're asking me if there's a problem?', but that angry stare immediately dissipated when realization dawned on the man. "Takeshi?"

"… Ricardo?"

The cop, Ricardo, nodded at the raven with a smile.

Now, let it be known that Tsuna knew his friends just as well as he knew the back of his hand. Well, sure they each had a few secrets of their own, but never in his life would he have imagined that Yamamoto, a ring guardian to the most powerful mafia family on the planet, was friends with a cop. How did this even happen?!

Tsuna never found out the answer to his question. However, a few minutes later, he realized exactly how dangerous Yamamoto was.

The art of making people relax in your presence was a skill that was beyond rare in the mafia world, but to Yamamoto, that came just about as easily as breathing. In a span of less than ten minutes, the Rain guardian had already found out about the man's life, his birthday, his health, his family, his home, his ancestors and his plans after retirement. If Yamamoto had been an assassin, finding- read as murdering- Ricardo at a later date would have been quite easy.

The two friends had already started wrapping up their conversation when Ricardo finally noticed Tsuna. "Hey, you look awfully familiar... Have I seen you before?"

Tsuna blinked. "Nope."

"Wait… that face, that horrible hairstyle… do you by any chance know a silver haired terrorist?"

"… No."

"Ah, you mean Gokudera!"

Tsuna stared at Yamamoto, horrified. But the raven didn't seem to be finished digging his friend's grave yet. "He's not a terrorist Ricardo. He's always carrying dynamites around but he's actually quite nice once you get to know him. The three of us-", he motioned for Tsuna with his hand, "- go way back."

"Does this… Gokudera… by any chance own a bright red car."

"Yeah. He actually drove Tsuna around town yesterday and blew up some police ca… oh." Yamamoto's eyes widened when he finally realized his slip. The Rain guardian looked at the policeman, then at Tsuna, then back at the policeman again and laughed nervously. "Oops."

The cop's stern look returned once more as he faced Tsuna. "So you were with the bastard that tried to blow me up yesterday huh?"

Tsuna nodded nervously. "… Uh, yes. But… just to be sure… Were you the one who was chasing us in that badly wrecked car or just one of the random cops Gokudera-kun blew up at the beginning of the chase?"

A hard glare answered his question.

"Oh." He just had to be the one chasing us!

Tsuna, now resigned to whatever fate God had in store for him, calmly opened his door and walked towards the policeman with his arms outstretched in front. "Okay, let's get this over with." He then turned to Yamamoto, "Could you please head off to the meeting and tell Longchamp that I'm sorry I couldn't make it today. Maybe we could take a rain check or something."

And as an afterthought, Tsuna added, "Oh, and if Reborn asks, tell him I'm in jail."

Although surprised at the brunet's nonchalant behavior regarding the prospect of going to prison, Ricardo wasted no time in handcuffing him. He then led Tsuna back to the car where he drove off to the police station, leaving a stunned Yamamoto behind to think about what just happened.

That day, Tsuna missed his meeting with the don of the Tomaso Famiglia because he was sent to prison.

It was almost midnight when Tsuna returned to the mansion.

Reborn had come by the police station a few hours back and managed to set things straight between his client, 'Tsunoshi Shawada' and the police. Of course, Tsuna was well aware of the fact that it was best to keep his identity as a mafia boss hidden, especially from the cops, but seriously?

Tsunoshi Shawada?

He and Reborn really needed to have a talk.

As he headed off to his room, Tsuna made a mental note to cancel Lambo's name from his list of potential drivers as soon as possible.

When he had exited the police station, Ricardo had told him to watch his back because from now on, he'd be watching him like a hawk. If he was sent to prison (no questions asked) just for being in the same car as a bomber, who knows what would happen to him if he was caught forcing a fifteen year old to be his chauffeur?

Well, I guess Onii-san will drive me off tomorrow instead.

A/N: And that's it for the first chappie ^^. I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Next up, we have Ryohei, Hibari and (if possible) Mukuro.

Please review guys. You were all awesome the last time and I'd really love it you'd all be like that once more. Plus, reviews seriously motivate me to write faster. So yeah... please review?

(I'd also really appreciate it if you guys actually listened to my request instead of blatantly ignoring it (: )