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Namimori. Evening.
The time were people stopped to work and started to go home. The streets were almost empty but one. Three eight-year-old children stood over a six-year-old kid, who lay on the ground. He had bruises and wounds all over his body. His orange T-shirt and green shorts had holes. His gravity-defying brown hair was dusty.
The older kids were laughing. "You're worthless, Dame-Tsuna.", said one of them and kicked the younger one in the stomach. The kid rolled over a few times. When he stopped as he hit the wall the brunet gripped his abdomen. The air was pressed out of his lungs. He whimpered.
But that didn't matter to the other boys. They turned around and went away, still laughing. Now alone little Tsuna rose with a groan and leaned against the wall, his head on his knees. The brunet cried.
Tsuna sat there for hours. Or so it felt like. But what should he do? If he went home his mother would be shocked to see him like this. But if he sat here any longer she would also be worried. A lose-lose situation. It was heartbreaking.
The sky was already a dark blue as Tsuna heard footsteps. Maybe his bullies haven't had enough and came back? He tried to make himself as little as possible and probably fusion with the wall behind him. His body trembled and he closed his eyes. The footsteps stopped right in front of him. He didn't look up. He shouldn't move at all. There was still the possibility that he wasn't seen yet.
But the silence remained. Tsuna rose his head a bit and looked through the hair before his eyes. There was a tall man. The man wore a long mantle. He had short blond hair so that you could see his face. Two cold eyes glared at Tsuna. There was a scar under his left eye. Before Tsuna was simple afraid, now he was terrified. If he could he would run away in seconds, but his body wouldn't move. So he tried to hide his head in his arms.
Then there was a soft material at his hand. Reflexively Tsuna looked up. The man was sitting before him and smiled. His eyes weren't cold anymore, too. In his hand was a with tissue, which he held to the little boy. His mom said that he shouldn't accept presents from strangers, but he felt that he could trust the man. He didn't know why, he just knew it.
"Big boys don't cry", he said as Tsuna took the textile and ruffled his hair. Tsuna wiped the tears from his face. "So it's good, little boy." The man sat next to him. "By the way, my name's Jared. And yours?"
The brunet blew his nose again sharply into the handkerchief. "T-Tsuna."
Jared smiled friendly at him. "So Tsuna-kun. Want to tell me why you're crying here in the dark all by yourself? Shouldn't you be at home in you bed?"
"It's nothing.", answered Tsuna a little bit panicked. He didn't want to trouble others with his problems. Because of that he hadn't told his mother of his bullies. Furthermore, she had more important matters to take care of.
But Jared didn't look convinced and sighed. "You sit here in a dark alley without a single person you know near at night. You're clothes look like they could be out of the trash. All over your body are bruises and you're telling me it's nothing. Look kid, I'm not the sharpest person out here but even I can't believe that."
Tsuna looked away ashamed. Could he really tell Jared all is problems? He seemed like a nice person and he felt he could trust him. And it was better then to sit here all night. But would the older man understand him? Maybe it was worth a try.
"It were my bullies." And than he told Jared all he couldn't tell to his mom while the tears came anew. Jared listened to him all the time. It felt good to talk the pain of his soul. "What's with your friends?" "I-I don't h-have any. I'm o-only D-Dame-Tsuna.", sniffled Tsuna.
"I don't think your dame, kid. What you miss is confidence." Jared stood up and stretched his muscles. Than he hold out his right hand to Tsuna. "I could help you get it."
Tsuna looked at Jared's hand. It would be easy to grab his hand. Than he had a friend. He wouldn't be alone anymore. Was it so bad? Was it worth the price? Who knows, thought Tsuna and reached out.
Chapter One: Agent Sawada
His vision cleared. The dust disappeared in the ventilation shafts. The room he was in was big. Probably two floors high. Chairs and tables lay on the ground and one or two chandelier were in pieces. He himself hide behind one of said tables. Around him he could see the bodies of four other men in black suites. Even guns were there.
Where was he? Tsuna looked around until he saw a plate, where you could barely read 'Hotel'. The rest of the plate was destroyed. Right, the mission. Tsuna massaged his temples. The explosion was stronger then planned.
"T..na..Tsu..o..ing..Wher...ou..."
Tsuna opened his eyes. What was that? He waited, but could hear nothing. Must have been his imagination. Just as he wanted to go away he could hear it again.
"Dam..Tsu...an..er.."
Probably not his imagination. Suddenly he remembered something. Of course. His communicator. Tsuna would hit himself if he weren't still a little bit daze. Unfortunately, his com wasn't with him anymore. The brunet sighed and began to search the room. The near he came, the clearer the words were.
"Answ..r..suna.."
That was Mike, his partner and he didn't sound so happy. Tsuna reached out and grabbed his communicator. "I'm here."
"Was about time, don't you think. For half an hour by know, I try to reach you."
"Sorry, was in thoughts."
"Only you can manage to dream on a battlefield." Suddenly Tsuna heard shoots over the communicator. Mike cursed. "If you do not mind, I could use your help here."
Back to work, mmh. On his lips formed a smile.
"I'm on my way."
The city lights exchanged past the window of the car. The atmosphere within was oppressive. Mike looked stubborn straight away. He was nineteen, so he drove. Tsuna was only sixteen. The blond growled from time to time and rubbed over his forehead. Unfortunately, this had the effect that Tsuna felt guilty.
"I already told you that I'm really sorry that I hit you with the swing." That was the fifth time Tsuna apologized and by now he was a little bit annoyed. Ah, yeah. The swing. A really funny story. Or not so. Nevertheless, Tsuna was running to his partner's last position as he realized that someone was coming his way. He wanted to take his gun out, but said object was still in the big room, where he came from. Damn.
So long story short, the brunet looked around, found a swing, hide behind a pillar, swung the swing and successfully hit the target on the head. Shame it was Mike.
Now Mike turned to Tsuna and wanted to say something until they both heard a loud sound and looked forward. Their car was on the false lane and another car came near. Quickly, the blond drove the car back before it could collapse with the other one.
The teens both breathed heavily.
"Okay, we're quit. So, from now on, please, look straight forward!", snapped Tsuna.
"Yeah, yeah."
One hour later the car stopped on the grounds of an old factory. Mike took out a remote and pressed the button in the middle of it. It only took a few seconds before they were transported underground by a kind of a lift.
"You know", began Tsuna. "The factory could use a lick of new paint." His partner looked at him thunderstruck. "Then you might as well put a sign in front of the premises with 'International Security Service'.", he remarked sarcastically.
"Ha ha ha. Thank you very much for your nice comment, agent Young." Mike was an American. He was moved here only a few months ago. "Always, agent Sawada."
As the lift stopped they were in a parking area, which was bigger as the whole place above them. And it was full. When the had left the car they found themselves in a lift again. This time upwards. The doors of the lift opened again and revealed a long hallway. A lot of people went around, sat on chairs or searched for someone or something. Short, it was busy.
Tsuna and Mike had to go to the room at the end. On their way the people greeted them friendly. Here it wasn't like school. Sure, he wasn't bullied anymore, but Tsuna wasn't so popular either.
They stopped for a white door. On the right was a desk. Behind the computer sat a woman with long brown hair. She looked a little bit helpless, but you should be carefully with impressions here. Appearances can be deceiving.
"Hello, Mia-san. Is West-san there?" Mia smiled at him. "Yes Tsuna-kun. He's awaiting you two already. Just go in." They thanked her and went through the door behind Mia.
In the room stood only a desk with a computer on it, chairs and a bookshelf. The leader of the Japanese branch of the I.S.S. sat behind said desk. "Hello, Tsuna, Mike.", greeted the man. "Good day, Jared. We wanted to give you our reports."
Jared was Tsuna's mentor and first real friend. He trained him all those years. At one moment in time he was promoted to the leader of the base in Japan.
Jared's smile disappeared and was replaced by a sigh. "Stress?", asked Mike "You could say so. There are many reports of fights. Some agents are dead. But that's not what's irritating me. No, the strange thing is that the mafia seems to lead this attacks. There even was a attack on one of our bases. They must be up to something big."
Tsuna growled. This means more work for us. Hopefully there won't be a battle here.
"But not only the mafioso. My superiors are unusually active, too. Well, we will see when it's time. But be carefully you two."
The two agents nodded.
At the next morning, Tsuna was woken up by a delicious smell. His mother stood in the kitchen as the brunet came down. "Morning, mom.", Tsuna said sleepy. "Good morning, Tsu-kun. You came back late yesterday. I was worried."
She sat opposite him and began to eat. Next to her lay a paper. On it was a lot of red.
"I was learning with friends. Sorry." This was his usually excuse. Normally she would be happy about that, but not today.
Nana grabbed the paper next to her and showed it Tsuna. A red ten was in the upper right corner. It was his last math test. Tsuna gulped. "Than could you explain that. Your learning don't seem to do anything." To tell the truth, he doesn't had time to learn much because of his work. But he couldn't say that. So he only starred at the paper.
Nana sighed. "I thought so. That's why I made a decision. I have arranged you a home tutor."
What a home tutor! That's bad.
"I don't need a tutor, mom. I just study even harder.", tried Tsuna to change her mind, but Nana just clapped her hands. "No, Tsu-kun. Moreover, he is already on his way here. Trust me, that will be a great experience for you." Next moment it rang at the door.
Tsuna stood up. A tutor. What was mom thinking. I don't have time for this. Especially now that the mafia is making trouble, too. I should go investigate and go after them. Not sitting here, doing homework. He opened the door.
"Ciaossu."
Preview: Little Tsuna gets a tour, Tsuna is a bit paranoid and Reborn gets suspicious.