Summary:
He was six when his mother died, seven when Master found him, ten when he found out about the birthright he inherited from his mother, thirteen when he stumbled upon the Mafia, and fourteen when a pest came along and claimed he was now a mafia boss.
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Disclaimer: I don't own KHR and never will. This wonderful story right here you may ask? 'Tis just a fanfic.
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Tsuna silently pursed his lips. His Papa hadn't shown. Mama had said he would. Mama said if she left Papa would come. Tsu-kun just wanted Mama back.
He watched as the strange men put his Mama in the ground. Wouldn't she be stuck? Mama needs to be out.
Tsuna pursed his lips even more and walked away. The sun is beginning to set and Mama always said to be home by sun-down.
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Tsuna woke up hungry.
He was late for school. Sensei will scold him for that. Tsuna walked downstairs expecting food on the table but was greeted by silence.
'Oh.' Tsuna remembers, 'Mama's away so Papa will come.'
He glances out the window. 'No Papa.'
Tsuna decided to wait for Papa before making breakfast.
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Papa didn't appear. Tsuna thought angrily. Papa gets no food. Tsuna waddles over to the cereals and gets a bowl of cereal.
He sits in silence and eats the food. Wondering distantly when Papa would come.
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Tsuna gets ready for school, whispering a small farewell to the house. Tsuna walks to school dreading the abuse but keeps going for Mama's and Papa's sake.
When he walks in a bit after lunch, Sensei, rather then their usual irritation, greeted Tsuna quietly, as if he were glass.
He wasn't bullied that day.
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After the fourth week Tsuna gave up all hope of Papa coming.
'Mama was wrong.' He thought, 'Mama has never been wrong.'
Tsuna soon stopped saying farewells to the house when leaving. After all, why say goodbye to the ghosts if you are just going to return?
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Tsuna soon gave in to his instincts as they urged him to use his Mother's computer. Soon, Tsuna was failing anymore.
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After his stomach began rumbling for food and he didn't have any cereal left he went through and braved going to the grocer.
After some stumbles, trips, and coos from older ladies Tsuna manages to return home with enough ingredients to make the meal only he knows how to make. The only one Mama taught him.
It was a small, burnt, and terribly made omelette, but as soon as Tsuna bit into it he started crying. He started breaking (the SeAl).
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Tsuna soon began looking through his mother cookbook. Thousands of recipes laid untried and millions more notes and warnings to read.
He soon finds a reason to come home that's better than safety.
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When Tsuna finds a strange word in his mother's cookbook, he runs straight for her computer and types it in.
'Vongola' soon turns to 'clam' and even sooner was Tsuna interested in foreign languages.
'Italian' he thought, 'the land of spaghetti!'
Soon he was fluent in Chinese, Italian, French, Russian, Korean, English, and a small language from an island off of Africa which no one knows about.
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Tsuna watches from afar as Hibari-san beats the daylights out of trespassers. He watched as Hibari-san moves gracefully, with a deadly and tiger-like grace as he beats the man far more than half of his own size to the ground.
Soon he decided to become Varia-quality. At least, by Mama's cookbook if he learns to fight as well as Hibari-san then might as well be an example of it.
'What does Varia even mean?', he thinks off-handedly.
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Mama's cookbook had a ton of secrets on it. For example, on page 501 it is actually just a page of info, and it repeats every ten pages after that.
Apparently, 'Vongola' isn't just 'clam', but an organization.
Apparently, Mama also has a Master that will take of him, 'If Ietmistu hasn't found out yet and you can read this.'
Tsuna doesn't know who Ietmistu is, but no one at all, period, zilch, nada, has come.
He calls the number without hesitation.
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Part 1 of 5
Not definite to be completed, it depends solely on my inspiration levels and how many favorites/follows the story gets.
Feel free to complain, complement, and anything in between.
It's almost midnight currently, and Ima go get some Lucky Charms now.
Ta~Ta~