Author's Notes: This is my first Hitman Reborn fanfic. I've tried my best to make the characters and the situations as true to themselves as I could. And I do not own any of these characters or the world they live in. Enjoy and please comment!
Prologue
His pen clattered noisily as he tapped it. The rhythm altered as time passed. First a rapid tik-tok back and forth then a steady knock on the wood as Tsuna's honey colored eyes starred down at the document in front of him.
His brain stopped working. It simply stopped. Without any warning or even the courtesy of letting him get through one last debrief, it decided to go absolutely blank. The words typed in front of him refused to make sense.
Controllo family? Who was that? Negotiation? What were they negotiating? He couldn't remember. He couldn't even bring himself to care. The Vongola tenth boss was brain dead. Cause of condition- work overload.
Tsuna forced himself to blink, his eyes were becoming dry and itchy from starring for so long, and with the last bit of sense in him he forced his body away from the desk. Immediately his body slumped, as if released from a magical spell. "I need a break." he breath quietly, "no... I need a freaking vacation."
Was it normal for a healthy eighteen year old boy to feel like a hundred year old man? Tsuna didn't think so. He blamed the stress and power struggle he endured for the past four years before he even officially inherited the Vongola family. Sometimes his skin itched for the freedom to be able to go out and run around as he once did. For the freedom to take a mid day nap or snack on his mother's cooking before running to school. The days before etiquette classes, speech lessons, and Italian immersion. Usually Tsuna had to keep himself in check not to think about the days of his childhood. But in his brain dead state the thoughts refused to stop and he was reminded why he couldn't afford time with them.
They made him incredibly depressed.
Spinning in his chair Tsuna glanced out the window of his office. It was a cloudy chill day in Italy. Rain was expected, and it did nothing to improve his mood. He missed the sunshine and warmth of Japan, the smell of salt in the air, and the comfort of feeling at home. He missed his friends... god he missed his friends.
He never expected that when he became the Vongola boss he would see his guardians less, but indeed it worked out like that. Hibari was permanently located in Japan, simply because he could handle all the problems in the small country and he absolutely refused to budge. Yamamoto often acted as Tsuna's personal body guard along with Gokudera, but he was also the Tenth's liaison between the Varia. Ryohei was liaison with Western Europe and the America's. Being a upcoming professional boxer allowed him to travel often and get the connections that the Vongola needed.
And Gokudera...
While he was often by Tsuna's side, recent activity in Southern Italy called the silver haired teen to duty. Gokudera spoke the best Italian out of all of them, and knew the area. He was more the willing to go especially when Tsuna was facing a mountain of paperwork. Though, Tsuna had been more then tempted to tag along, anything to get out of the office.
It has been a entire month since his friends had been home. And almost six months since the entire family had been called together. Tsuna sighed and rested his head against the back of his chair, just as rain drops began to speckle the glass of the window.
Fantastic.
"Stupid Tsuna, what are you starring at?"
Tsuna jumped at the words, his heart leaping into his throat as he recognized the voice. "Reborn!" His chair nearly fell back as he scrambled to turn towards the front of the room, where the young hitman was looming in the doorway. Tsuna's still exhausted mind raced for a excuse. "I...I..." Nothing.
Reborn sighed, as if he were exasperated and reached into his coat pocket, "you've been taking a awfully long break." the baby said knowingly, causing Tsuna to wonder how long he had been standing at the doorway- watching.
"I...I..." Tsuna's eyes watched the hand in Reborn's pocket cautiously. Past experience told him where this was going, and he really didn't want bullets flying his way at the moment. He couldn't handle that right now.
Reborn's face remained calm, impassive, as he began to pull his hand out. Tsuna's instincts kicked in as he lurched back and held a arm up in defense. Reborn blinked at him. "Really. You're still so stupid Tsuna," he said as he waved a piece of paper in the air.
Honey colored eyes watched the paper expectantly. Was it a disguise? A bomb? Or mabye...
"Stop starring and come take it." Reborn huffed.
Tsuna's cheeks colored at being scolded. Just like the old days, he thought dejectedly as he stood and approached his tutor. The paper was small in size, with the shape of a ticket. He picked it up and read the fine print that covered the length of the piece. Then, he read it again for good measure.
"What is this?" Tsuna asked disbelievingly.
"It's what you've been waiting for. A vacation."
