Sometimes, Sawada Tsunayoshi truly hated his life.

Compared to most "no-good" people out there, he was pretty fortunate to have found some friends who were now the center of his life when before his life revolved around daydreaming and failing at basically everything. However, all good things in the world had a price. And in exchange for gaining just a sliver of confidence and skill, he experienced hell a thousand times over.

His tutor was the greatest hit-man on earth after all. Never mind that he was less than two feet tall.

It had been close to five years since the hit-man tutor from hell barged into his life, turning his world upside down and forcing him to grow into the best mafia boss (which he really didn't want to be) of the strongest famiglia. Now he was at his final year of high school while working as a mafia boss (forced to) in the side-lines. Unlike his "no-good" thirteen year old self who freaked out in the face of the slightest trouble and ran from Chihuahuas, the eighteen year old Tsuna was quite capable and charismatic, and his grades weren't as down the drains as before, although he still had the tendency to trip over nothing from time to time.

Well, he was still stupid, lame and totally not mafia boss material, but he learned to keep that part of him hidden from public view in fear of being assassinated in his sleep by his tutor himself. Or by Xanxus.

Now, this is not to say that he suddenly became all popular and whatnot. In the eyes of his schoolmates, he remained the "no-good Tsuna" they've known from primary school, much to Gokudera, and sometimes Yamamoto's trepidation. He was still being teased most of the time, but compared to before, it had mellowed down somewhat. No one tried to bully him physically anymore, because Gokudera and Yamamoto were always with him. And even if they weren't he could take care of himself now. Meaning he could run faster than any of them.

Oh, how he wished he could run away right now.

"Haha, don't you think it's nice, Tsuna?" Yamamoto, who sat in front of him, turned to him with a cheerful grin. Tsuna had the sudden urge to cry.

Gokudera, perched on the seat beside the gloomy brunette, faced him with wide, gleaming eyes. "We're going to Italy!"

Oh, please kill me now.

Tsuna had been to Italy plenty of times. That was where their headquarters was based after all. He actually really liked the place, and instantly felt at home within the large and luxurious Vongola Mansion, where the boss and his guardians lived.

No, the fact that they were going there wasn't what made him feel like shooting himself with a normal bullet.

It was the fact that they were going to Italy with the entire school.

"What were you thinking?!" Tsuna confronted the now six or so year old looking boy in a black suit and a fedora who was holding a cup of espresso with a green chameleon on his shoulder.

Said boy, his now un-cursed tutor from hell who had grown from his previous infant size to that of a kindergartner, merely looked at him with dull onyx eyes and said innocently, "What do you mean, Dame-Tsuna?"

Tsuna, in an attempt to reign in the temper he had mysteriously grown in the past years (who'd have thought Dame-Tsuna could ever have a temper?) pursed his lips and glared at Reborn with all his might. "Who planned this?" he asked in a dangerously low tone, making ten year old Lambo, who was coming in from the kitchen, cower in fear and run downstairs.

Reborn, however, was unfazed. "What do you mean?" he asked again, in a calm, taunting voice.

Tsuna scowled and snapped. "What was that about at school earlier today? How could you plan a school trip to Italy of all places! And to Sicily too! Tell me, what are you planning, really? Do you want to expose me or something? Besides, it's dangerous!"

During homeroom, it was announced by their teacher, Mr. Hirakawa, that the venue for their annual school trip was decided. No one actually looked forward to it, because most of the time, the places visited during the trip were boring museums and/or historical sites that offered no entertainment to highly energetic and hormonal with less than favourable attention spans teenagers. Tsuna was pretty much asleep halfway through the class.

However, one tap from his Rain Guardian woke him up, and when they told him what was discussed, he had disgraced himself by falling off his chair and shrieking like a girl.

Reborn, sadist creature that he is, waltzed into the room shortly after that in his Reboyama costume, announcing that the whole trip would be sponsored by Vongola Corporations, the most successful business empire in the world. Tsuna had choked on his own spit and spluttered in surprise, to the utter disgust of his classmates.

"HIIIEEEEEE!"

The strongest hit-man in the world looked at his fuming student with blank eyes. "It's just a school trip, Tsuna."

"It's just a—school trips aren't supposed to be overseas! What kind of school does that?"

Reborn's lips twitched up a little, not a small amount of pride leaking in his voice. "One sponsored by Vongola, of course."

"But—but—"Tsuna stammered, not sure how to put his feelings into words.

"Disgraceful. A mafia boss shouldn't ever stammer." A gunshot. "Remember that, Dame-Tsuna."

"URGGGGGGGGGH!"

Sometimes, Tsuna truly hated his life.

Tsuna and the gang are in high school, a few years after the end of the manga. This would be mainly interactions between Tsuna and his Family with a touch of HaruX27 and 6996. Tsuna will be more confident and boss like, because I love him that way, and Hibari will be around a lot just because any KHR fanfic wouldn't seem right without him biting people to death. There will be a lot of OC's, and sometimes I'll be writing in their point of view just to show how awesome Vongola is in an outside perspective.

I hope you enjoy it, and please review. Ciao.