A/N This is the my first fan fiction, please let me know how you guys think of it! I hope it is not very bad, and that you guys would enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Amano-sensei owes this manga. I don't own anything, excepts maybe OCs.

"Speaking in Italian."

"Speaking in Japanese."

Thoughts.

Chapter 1: Calm before the storm

Settling down on his bed, he pulled his towel that was draping over his shoulder up his head and with a contented sigh, started to dry his wet locks. He was alone in the room, but welcomed the silence. If Reborn was here, it would be tortures and continuation of the boss topic again. Furthermore he just wanted to savor this bubbly feeling.

They had gone for the Take-Sushi to celebrate. Like usual, the food was great. Lambo and I-pin was bickering. The guys arguing over some topic he doesn't remember. Gokudera was fretting over whether to call him 'Decimo' of 'Primo', which of course doesn't listen to a single thing Tsuna says. Well at least the girls seemed to be having fun and he was happy to see Chrome's small smiles along with Kyoko… Tsuna's cheeks turned red at the thought of her. He placed a hand over his chest, trying to calm his heartbeat. But the more he tried, his heart only seemed to thump faster.

"Do you not like the name 'Vongola' or is it 'Decimo' that you dislike?"

The sudden voice had startled him, all thoughts lost as he looked up slowly, hoping it was not him this voice belonged to. In this situation, Tsuna wasn't sure who was scarier. Reborn or him. He sprung to his feet, towel spread over his bed. He was scared- no he was terrified.

"N-no no! no! It's not like that Primo!" He stammered, his eyes fixed on the floor. He never thought Primo would turn up- he never in his dreams thought that Reborn would change the name of the family! He was in such a deep trouble. No, he was dead. He was so dead. And where was the said main culprit?

"If that is so, then what are you unhappy with?" The calm voice was warm and filled with gentleness, as if assuring the brunette that everything was fine.

"I…I…" He looked up at Primo. How was he going to explain this? What was he unhappy with? Tsuna had tried to not think too deeply about it. But time to time, as if a ghost coming back to haunt him, he couldn't ignore part of him telling himself the ugly truth.

"Being a boss…is impossible for me" he breathed out.

He lets his gaze drop, his arms lying limply beside him. Him? A boss? The dame dame no dame Tsuna a boss? He can't do anything by himself, proven further by the week without Reborn. Having friends to rely on was definitely assuring but this was an entire different topic. He was to lead? Mafioso? Into what? Killing? Dying? A boss in the world of bloodshed, a Mafia boss. It was like a cruel joke. And…

"What about them?" Primo's voice was soft, but the brunet's fists clenched involuntarily. Tsuna had really thought all this was over when Reborn called his friends for a party. All this would be pushed aside again, like always. He really didn't want to face all these.

His friends… whom Reborn had called them his guardians. If he did become boss, he was sure they would be there for him…right? Willingly? Not because he was their 'boss'? When he becomes boss, what would… change? Would they be his 'Friends' or 'Guardians'? And what if he doesn't become the boss? Would Reborn, Gokudera, Dino-san and the others still be here? He doesn't want his friends to fight. What if they got hurt again? Or their friends or their families? He doesn't want anyone to die, or to kill. He'd seen enough. Byakuran, the things he did in the future. Varia. Ninth. Daemon. Shimon. Enma, his friends and his friends' families. The Arcobaleno curse… His fists were trembling by now. What was he to do? If keeping them away will make them safe...then so be it. But at the same time he feels that it is impossible. He hates it. He hates how a part of him feels that they are right, and there is no other way around this. That he is Decimo.

Both didn't say anything, Tsuna refused to say anything and was glad Primo haven't probe further. The silence hung and remained heavily in the air. He stood rooted, hands uncurling themselves while feeling awkward about this situation.

"I apologise" Primo said softly, "It must be you."

"What?! Why is it me!" Tsuna flared. Tsuna was never given a choice. Never! He hated how he had no saying in becoming boss. In fact, he hates his life. Why couldn't it be someone else? Yeah!

"How do you know it's me! It could be someone else! Vongola Decomo could be someone else!" Tsuna said angrily, staring defiantly into Primo's eyes. He was shocked. Primo's eyebrows were slightly burrowed, his eyes unfocused. The orange orbs flashed various emotions but it was gone before Tsuna could take a closer look to doubt himself. Primo was now looking straight at him, his eyes reflecting nothing but hesitance. He had a bad feeling. What was Primo hiding from him? But before Tsuna could say anything, Primo spoke.

"Let me show you."

Tsuna brought his arms over his face and squinted as bright orange light starting pouring out from Primo's form. Show? The intensity of the light increased steadily and losing its colours, turning into white. His eyes were soon shut as he took a step back. He lost balance and started to fall backwards, towards the bed. He's eyes instinctively blinked open as his arms spread behind his back, trying to stop his fall by clinging onto his bed. His back scraped against the bed frame as he fell on the floor sitting. He slowly ran his right hand over his sore back, wincing while trying to relieve his pain. It took a moment for the brunet to realize the light was gone, and so was Primo.

"Primo?" Tsuna called out worriedly, looking around him.

He pushed himself off the ground, about to call for Primo once again till a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. Tsuna fell towards the ground on all four, slightly panting as sweat trickled down his neck. He felt weak. Warning bells were going off in his head. The brunette's vision blurred as he slumped onto the ground, worried about his now hot ring. His hyper intuition was flaring by now, fear creeping into his heart. The ring… could it be… rejecting him?! He struggled, trying to pull the ring off his finger, but he was just too weak and tired. He couldn't move. His eyelids were drooping by now. He fought hard denying the overpowering urge to sleep. Primo? Reborn? Mum? Anyone? The warning bells were getting distant. He shut his eyes. The burning feeling on his finger getting faint too. Soon all that was left was a nagging feeling, which also didn't last long.

" –stening? Hey!"

The blonde blinked, looking at his friend.

"Yeah… yeah. It's about Viola right?"

G crossed his arms and stayed silent for a few seconds before continuing the topic. "I'm gonna say this again for one last time. According to her, the last time she seen that child was two days ago. That child have got blue eyes, whit…"

Had he imagined it? Was he being too paranoid? Giotto had sensed someone in the room moments ago. But as soon as he thought he sensed someone, the presence had disappeared. It didn't make sense. Was he getting tired…?

He turned sharply to his right, eyes locked onto the same spot, the empty spot in between his bookcase and potted bamboo plant. Was his eyes playing tricks on him? Or was it his intuition the one playing tricks? That shouldn't happen…

He almost flinched when he felt a warm hand over his forehead. G had placed a hand over Giotto's forehead, another over his own forehead. Frowning, he pulled his hand back.

"You okay Giotto? Are you feeling unwell?" Worry evident in his voice.

"No. Sorry, it's nothing. Just thinking of something." The blonde tried to reassure his friend. He stood up. "Come, let us go find Viola."

He walked towards the visibly empty spot where he could still feel the presence, G following behind him silently. He squatted down and stretched his arms forward and waved. But there was nothing, nothing but air.

Giotto stated, "Guess it was my imagination."

The blonde gave G a sheepish smile and started heading for the door. G was irritated but chose not to say anything. He quickly but calmly made his way out of the room, holding onto the door, waiting for Giotto.

Giotto walked out of the room, deciding to ignore the extra presence for now.