Disclaimer: I do not own the manga/anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn. If I did, ...its better if you didn't know. ;)

IMPORTANT-PLEASE READ-When a character speaks Japanese, it will be in italics like this. I just figured you guys wouldn't want to scroll to the end of each chapter looking for the translation.

PROLOGUE.

"It's very nice to meet you, miss...?"

I stared at the man sitting across from me. Hot damn, he was fine. Those inviting, warm brown eyes, that cool, mature air around him...I quickly wiped my sleeve against my mouth. Okay we're good, I wasn't drooling.

"Gray, Whitney Gray," I replied levelly, despite the dirty thoughts about the man before me that were currently plaguing my mind.

The handsome man smiled gently at me, and even though it was just a small, kind gesture to let me know that he was being friendly, it unfortunately made my nose feel like it was about to burst. I can't get a nosebleed now! I needed this job-correction-I need a job, but at this point in time, I really wanted this one (mainly because of the sexy man right in front of me).

"Miss Whitney, do you know how to clean?" Mr. Sexy Man asked me in a smooth, even tone.

I winked at him seductively and curled my lips up in an alluring way. 'I can clean but i'm not afraid to get dirty', was what I wanted to do and say, but since this was an interview, I had to act professional and mature, and blah blah blah.

So, instead, I pulled a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear and sat up a bit straighter in my chair. "Of course."

"You're hired."

I blinked. Well...that was surprisingly easy and fast.

The silver-haired male standing next to Mr. Sexy Man seemed to think so too.

"J-Juudaime! Isn't this a little too fast?"

He was speaking Japanese? We're in Italy so shouldn't he be speaking, I don't know, Italian? Then again, we were just speaking English...

"We should do a background check on her-"

Mr. Sexy Man only raised a hand. "We'll do it later."

"But-"

"She was the only one who applied for the job."

Okay, I was so lost. I had absolutely no idea what they were saying. And yes, I know what you're thinking, 'you're in Italy, applying for a job where everyone will be speaking Italian (or at least should be speaking Italian, though these men clearly were an exception), said job is also with the Italian Mafia, but you can't even speak the damn language'?

I know, I suck.

I'm American, if you hadn't guessed it already. And I, unfortunately, can't speak any language other than English. Don't get me wrong, I took a foreign language class when I was in high school. But I don't think the very little German I was able to learn from Frau Goldschmidt (my German teacher) will help me figure out what the heck they're saying. Especially since its a different language entirely.

I wasn't really surprised that Mr. Sexy Man spoke Japanese, simply because he, well, looked Japanese. I was extremely happy though that he could speak English and that he didn't seem bothered by the fact that I couldn't speak his native tongue or Italian.

As for the other guy with the silver hair and the ever-present scowl on his face, it was slightly unexpected. He kind of had that 'European style' to him, if that was even a thing, but upon closer inspection, he looked mixed.

And did he dye his hair or is it naturally like that?

Noticing that I was looking at him, he turned and glared at me. "Doesn't that seem suspicious? What if shes an assassin?"

Alright, i'm going to take a wild guess and assume that this guy doesn't like me very much. I'm not off to a good start, am I? Well, whatever. The only way to get through this is if I just ignore it and be professional about it.

So, I just offered him a small, polite smile.

Unfortunately, that only seemed to make his glare sharpen even more.

I dropped my smile. Okay, that clearly didn't work. What do I do now?

Mr. Sexy Man glanced at me, a kind and thoughtful expression on his face. "Gokudera, I do not believe this woman is capable of being such a thing. And I don't think we should turn away from the only person who applied for this job."

Jesus.

This man was seducing me with only the sound of his voice. And he wasn't even talking to me!

Mr. Sexy Man stood from his chair and extended his right hand out for me to shake. "Miss Whitney," he switched back to English, "you'll start on Monday."

I was still thinking about his deep, husky voice that I almost didn't realize that he was currently directing it at me. I quickly got to my feet and met his hand with my own. Ha~ It was so big and warm.

"Thank you very much, Mister...?"

He blinked, realizing his mistake. "Ah, pardon me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada, but you can call me Tsuna." He gently shook my hand. "I'll be your boss."

Wait. This man, this beautiful man, was going to be my boss?

"Miss Whitney?"

I think I died and went to heaven.

"...Miss Whitney?"

I snapped out of my thoughts. "Huh?"

Tsuna smiled at me with amusement while the silver-haired male beside him watched me intently as if I was going to defile his beloved boss and go on a freakish rampage, ultimately killing them both.

What? His expression literally said that.

Drama queen.

"Miss Whitney," Tsuna began, still looking at me amusedly.

"Yes?"

"I need my hand back."

My eyes widened and I quickly let go of his hand, embarrassed. "I'm so sorry," I apologized lamely.

Someone please dig me a hole so I can hide in it.

My new boss just let out a small, deep chuckle and shook his head. "Don't worry about it." He then gestured to the man beside him. "This is my right-hand man, Gokudera Hayato."

The man only nodded at me, which I was actually okay with. He wasn't glaring at me anymore, though I imagine it was because his boss was staring at him cautiously, silently telling him to be nice to me. He also seemed a bit more calm, most likely because of the pleasant aura Tsuna was emitting around us.

I returned his nod with one of my own. "It's nice to meet you."

He nodded towards me again and then checked his wrist-watch.

"Juudaime, if we don't leave now we're going to be late to the meeting..."

Huh. He could speak English too.

Mr. Sexy Man-I mean Tsuna had a look of realization cross his features before he turned to me again and smiled politely. "It was nice meeting you, Miss Whitney. I will send one of my guardians to come by your home to pick you up Monday morning."

I just nodded dumbly at the handsome man, and with that, they headed towards the exit of the cafe we were in.

The second they left, I broke out into a victory dance and grinned. I knew how stupid I looked but I didn't care. I got the job, bitches! And my boss wasn't a disgusting perverted old man like my last one was in America! Suck it!

I continued my mini dance around the table the three of us sat at, earning a few stares from the people in the cafe. But I didn't pay any attention to them; in fact, I was so absorbed into my dance that I didn't notice my new boss walk back inside the small eatery, muttering about how he forgot his cell phone.

It was when I heard a cough behind me that I finally stopped my dance.

Uh-oh.

I turned around slowly and met with Tsuna's amused expression once again.

Please, for the love of god, tell me he didn't just see that.