Prologue: The Boy from White Town
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the man's office. The audible sigh as the door slammed open caught the intruder by surprise and he struggled to get out the oh so important message that he just had to barge in and interrupt a meeting between the Sky and his storm. Tsuna could almost feel the headache coming on.
"Boss! Th-There's a boy!" The boss raised an eyebrow, "He's got bombs strapped to his body! H-He's threatening to blow us all up if he doesn't see you!" By now the Sky could feel his other eyebrow creeping up to meet its other half somewhere in the middle of his forehead. He glanced to Gokudera and saw the man frowning with what seemed to be pained nostalgia. Tsuna bit back another sigh and looked back towards the rather flustered man. "Bring him in."
"Why are you attacking my family, boy?" asked the brunette, caramel eyes softening in front of the boy that look no older than ten. Tons of bombs were strapped around his body, a weird fluffy hat on top of black matted hair, and dark charcoal eyes. His state of health looked concerning, rags hanging off his body and ribs poking out through the little that could be seen of the boy's abnormally white chest.
"Let me join your family." The black haired boy spoke, voice rough and dark. Tsuna paused and thought for a while before finally turning to Gokudera who was staring at the boy with a sympathetic look. "Look, kid," Gokudera spoke, voice soft "You don't want to join a mafia family, go back home, you're throwing your life away." This just seemed to anger the boy more.
Tsuna turned to the boy and finally seemed to have made a decision, it would be his first since becoming boss last week.
"Sure."The boys eyes widened a bit and Gokudera whipped around to face him "J-Juudiame h-"
There was a loud whapping noise as the seemingly untouchable boss was smacked in the head "Dame-Tsuna, bosses don't say 'sure'."