A/N: My second 2795 series fic! XD Hope you guys like it. The prologue might not be much but I promise you, the second chapter will be better! xD

This fic is proofread by KawaiiDesuNee. Thanks for being awesome,Nica! :D

Warning: This fic takes place after the future arc (which means that the arcobaleno and shimon arc never happened) or you can take it as an AU fic too. The characters will mostly be IC except for some exceptions...and Tsuna is the Vongola Decimo here. Honestly, doesn't any of you think that it sounds better and shorter than 'Neo Vongola Primo'? =_=

Prologue

"K-Kyoko-chan, I have something I wanted to tell you for a long time."

"What is it, Tsuna-kun?" The orange head said with a warm smile on face that never failed to make his heart flutter and now, even, as heat creep up his cheeks. The brunette had to gather himself before he could find his voice back.

There would not be a 'next day' for him to see his crush.

"I…all this time, I have always—"

He had to tell her now…this is his last chance. A week ago, his guardians have arrived in Italy and now is his time to return to whence the sky should be: with his famiglia and all those who are undoubtedly involved in a world she does not belong to.

It was then that doubts started clouding his mind, disabling him from saying out those words he'd been holding back all this time.

The mafia world isn't safe for her and his confession would just have her even more involved than she already is. It was true that he was afraid of being rejected; it was a nature to a 'dame' like him after all.

But, what if she returns his feelings?

"Tsuna-kun?" Her voice seemed to snap him out of his thoughts as he bit his bottom lip.

He looked up at her and for once, noticed the frown tugging on her mouth as her caramels only reflect sincere worry for him. Kyoko Sasagawa is too good and innocent for a no-good like him, much less someone who is going to inherit the infamous Vongola family.

He couldn't taint her.

A weak grin formed on his lips, masking the bitter feeling that was swelling up in his gut as he choked out his words,

"I really appreciate it, t-that you're willing to be my friend all this time."

It was better this way; for the both of them.

"I…see…" The orange head breathed out and he swore he saw a sad smile flashed on her lips before it returned to how they always were. "No problem, Tsuna-kun."

"Take care, Tsuna-kun." Kyoko said to the young mafioso as chocolate browns took in her features, engraving the face of the girl he loves in his mind.

"You too…Kyoko-chan." Tsuna whispered almost inaudibly before he hesitantly turned and left her by the gates of the Sasagawa residence. His heart sank at the thought that he wouldn't be able to see, hear and most of all, to love her.

But he would bury his feelings if it meant that she would be safe and away from the mafia and the dangers that haunts him to no end.

Kyoko watched the brunette leaving her sight before the smile on her lips immediately dropped to a straight line. Her hands quivered as she tried to fight back the urge of letting hot tears slipp down her face but to no avail with the piece of paper that she'd hidden behind her back before he came up to her all of a sudden.

"Goodbye…Tsuna-kun." Kyoko muttered, her hands gripping on the paper as onyx flames dissipates into the air from the head of the letter that contained a single sentence:

'Your mission to watch over the Vongola Decimo is over, 'Kyoko Sasagawa'.'

5 Years Later…

The mafia boss paused on his fountain pen as his intuition picked up a familiar presence in the room.

"Is there anything you want, Reborn?" The brunette sighed as he resumed his work, not bothering to reconfirm his intuition with his own eyes.

"Your guardians are worried about you,again." The hitman spat out the word as he placed his hand in his pocket, a habit when he's annoyed.

"What?" The brunette blinked as his eyes finally met the ex-arcobaleno's narrowed black irises, "But I still have lots of paperwork to do!"

"Like this meeting arrangements, agreements on alliance terms with other famiglia and—" The decimo said as he frantically held up each papers for the tutor to see before he was interrupted.

"Dame-Tsuna, drop your act." Reborn growled as a warning to his ex-student who froze at his words.

"What…do you mean, Reborn?" Tsuna muttered lowly as his hand unconsciously grasped on one of his paperwork. The hitman tilted his fedora to shadow his eyes as he whispered out with a grim tone.

"It's all just a distraction for you so that you wouldn't think of 'her'd—" The ex-arcobaleno's words were stopped in its tracks as the brunette's fists created a loud bang on the table.

"She is not dead!" Tsuna hissed dangerously as he gritted his teeth, calm chocolate browns now replaced with glowing orange hues that reflected desperation and forlorn but also anger at his own tutor. Reborn clicked his tongue as the decimo muttered to himself about how he would find her and make sure that she's safe and that everyone was wrong about her death five years ago.

"On the same day I left for Italy, she just…disappeared." Tsuna said as his hand grabbed a lock of his unruly chestnut hair which were even messier than usual. He remembered how he felt when the sun guardian called him just before he was about to leave Namimori and told him that he could not contact her. The brunette searched every corner of Namimori and she was nowhere to be found.

His blood ran cold.

"It wasn't a coincidence, Reborn." The mafia boss said as his tired eyes glared at the small figure of the ex-arcobaleno who kept silent. Five years. Five long years and he couldn't find her, not even when he uses his position as the decimo to find out about her whereabouts. It was as if she had vanished without a trace.

"There was no other reason except for her relations to us being in the mafia and I—." Tsuna raised his voice, not being able to contain his guilt any longer for the high possibility of her being related to him as the reason for her sudden disappearance. It wasn't just him though. "—all of us are aware of this!"

Knowing she was gone and that he couldn't protect her….it broke him along with his heart.

"Enough." The tutor said as he appeared behind the brunette and skillfully delivered a blow on the back of his neck without him noticing, making the decimo fall unconscious on his desk. "Rest, you idiot."

It was a topic whom no one dared to speak of in this mansion.

"Because you're not the only one cursing at reality in this mansion…." Reborn said bitterly. For once, this wasn't what he expected to happen. None of them did.

Tsuna groaned as he sat up on his sofa in his office and rubbed the back of his neck. The little nap cooled him down and he did feel better but the tutor was too harsh on him after all… or so he thought. His eyes landed on the ancient clock that decorated his office which indicates the time as evening.

How long had he been asleep?

The young mafioso ruffled his gravity defying hair in frustration before he proceeded to leave his office, contemplating about what the sadistic ex-tutor said and that maybe, he should get a little breather in town.

The door of his mansion creaked open as he pushed on the brass handle but he froze as his intuition was warning him of another presence near him. Chocolate hues gaze ahead and still at the person who stood before him as they trailed up from the bare feet covered only in bandages, the long, black robe that fell slightly below her knees covering her small stature, her face covered with the same bandages as well as a tattered top hat.

A glance and he knew that she was a part of the vindice from her attire.

But the one thing that stopped him from being wary of the stranger was those pools of deep honey browns staring back at his brown irises.

"Vongola Decimo, under the orders of Bermuda-sama, I am to observe if you are fit to uphold the Vongola or...to perish by the law of mafia."

A sentence of her soft, melodious voice and he knew that it was her voice he'd yearn to hear again all these years.

"Kyoko…chan?"

A Vindice does not feel nor are we to be condole with.

We simply exist to maintain the order of the mafia for as long as our curse befalls us.

That…is our only purpose and none shall oppose our law.

"For we do not have the heart to love."

A/N: I know all of you will be confused and all but don't worry, I'll explain more about Kyoko in the midst of the next chapter. Well, I don't know if I should continue the fic since I' already dying with my other series fic so I'l just let the reviews, favs and alerts decide. :)