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His Hyper Intuition was kicking in badly.

He knew, for sure, that it wasn't a pretty good idea to barge in to a mansion.

Especially when it doesn't belong to the Vongola Famiglia.

"Dove è...dove è ?!" ("Where is it...where is it?!") The blond-haired mafioso thought as he flew through the halls of the mansion using his flames called the Sky Flames. He was desperate to find what he was looking for, and he was ignoring his enemies that were trailing him from behind. He stopped on his tracks and gently fell to the concrete floor, making his blond, gravity-defying hair bounce a little and his flame on his forehead dance a bit more, implying the impact it was given.

"Inizia la ricerca per lui! Quel bastardo di un boss deve essere intorno a questa sala da qualche parte!" ("Go search for him! That bastard of a boss must be around this hall somewhere!") He quickly hid behind the nearest wall as he heard one of the men yell, then he heard loud tapping. He silently held his breath, praying hard that he won't be found by them. It sure was hard to not have your Family Guardians by your side, it will be one Hell of a night finding what he wants to find.

When he heard the loud tapping becoming fainter and fainter, he sighed in reief. "Sono contento di sentire che non sono più lì." ("Glad to hear they're not there anymore.") He softly said to himself. Then again, his Hyper Intuition punched back inside him, making him hear his own heart beating loudly. He widened his eyes and stiffened once it hit him. 'Perché si agisce in questo modo? Questo non è mai accaduto prima...' ('Why is it acting like this? This never happened before...') He thought. As if his body was controlling over his brain, his head slowly turned to the right only to find that he was in a dark hallway.

He positioned himself calmly, but his eyes tell that he's nervous and curious. He slowly approached what the hallway was leading him, his own footsteps echoing louder and louder when he went deeper, and farther from the particular spot where he hid.

His heart was pounding fast, but the part when he saw a glimmer in the dark made his heart pound faster. He narrowed his eyes, reached out his hand to the little light and lit a tiny Sky Flame. His eyes widened and barged the door open, knowing that there's no trap nor harm inside. "DE-" His voice was cut off when he saw the room was empty. It wasn't a normal room, it was a bedroom. A bedroom, he knew, to whom it belongs. The perfect blend of the bedroom; chestnut, normal brown, white, and lastly- a tint of orange.

He didn't doubt.

He really knew to whom it belongs.

Reality slapped his consciousness and searched every part of the room.

She wasn't here, there, nor everywhere.

He finally found her bedroom, her private place. But he didn't find her.

He noticed the glass door to the balcony beside her study desk creaking, and the curtain was slightly moving. As if the wind was entering inside.

Glass door of the balcony. Wind. Entering inside.

His eyes widened in horror and disbelief. He rushed to the curtains, mercilessly tearing them away, making the curtains fall to the ground, and found out that the door to the balcony was open. He opened them and ran outside. The shining full moon bowed down to the earth; bowed down to the 1st Vongola Boss...

Vongola Primo.

He couldn't take it in anymore. It was too much for him. He lost her...again. Again.

His mind, flooded with the thoughts of the word 'again' made him frustrated, as a tear ran down to his cheek. The wind was blowing gently against him, though it wasn't making him feel any better. He had no idea where she was taken to. He had no idea who the kidnappers were. He had no idea, that he was already crying orange tears.

"DEN!"

A brunet lad woke up quickly, sweat dripping from his face once he sat up. He was breathing hard; trying hard to catch his breath. He clutched his shirt, where his heart is, thinking, 'What...what WAS that? That dream never occurred to me before, and I'm pretty sure I didn't eat too much last night' he deadpanned at the thought of last night's activity. It was his birthday, and most of the Mafiosi he knew were inside his house. Yes, even the Millefiore.

He quickly got up from his bed, checked his alarm clock that showed him it was still 4:56 in the morning. It was a bit early for him, but he doesn't want to go back to bed. He didn't know why, but he has this feeling of not wanting to sleep again. Must be because of that 'nightmare'? Maybe, maybe not. It was a mystery to him.

He changed his pajamas to his simple clothes; golden orange t-shirt covered by his midnight black sweater, and white jeans. He tip-toed to get his phone from his drawer, carefully not to wake the sleeping, sadistic hitman tutor. He tip-toed again to his door and went outside, and softly closed it behind him. 'It's dark...' He thought, and went downstairs quietly. When he reached the entrance and exit door to his house, he, first, got in to his usual sneakers and got outside.

The cold breeze made him shiver, and continued to went out for a walk. While walking around the town for minutes, he thought that walking alone isn't enough. So, he pulled out his phone and texted his new best friend, Enma. Kozato Enma. This brunet lad, named Sawada Tsunayoshi, is crowned-titled as Neo Vongola Primo, and his best friend- the 10th Simon/Shimon Boss. Sure, there are times that it's hard to be a mafia boss- especially when it comes to school. You really have to disguise yourself, and act natural as one of the students of your certain school.

Not long enough, he received a call from Enma.

And without hesitation, Tsuna answered it.

"Enma-kun, good morning." He greeted him, a smile pasted on his face. He earned a rather, sleepy tone from Enma. "Good morning to you, too, Tsuna. So, in like, a couple of minutes?" He asked. The brunet lad nodded, though he knew that Enma can't see his gesture, he was kinda used to this, "Yeah. I just have...something to tell you." he heard his best friend from the other line sigh, "Whether it's important or unimportant...I'll be there, okay? Just, wait for me. Where are you, anyway?" he asked. Tsuna looked around his surroundings. And, the truth, he really didn't know where he was going nor he didn't know where he was. He sweat dropped and let out a nervous laugh. He could hear Enma's palm that slapped to his face through the phone, making him to sweat drop again. "Ugh. Alright, alright. Don't tell me, I get it. Just describe the surroundings. I might imagine them and get there." Enma said. "U-uhmm...well, there sure are trees around."

"You don't say. There are like, trees everywhere in this town."

Both of them laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. Hmm...it kinda looks like a bridge."

"Oh? 'Kinda'?" Enma gasped, "Must be a giant, solid rainbow, then! That, I'm sure, doesn't look like one." his voice in his last sentence sounded bored with a hint of mock.

Wait, mocking him? No freaking way.

Tsuna laughed and gave him the specific answer. They ended their conversation, and the brunet mafioso climbed up to the stairs of the bridge, and waited for his friend to arrive, and the sun to go up to the early morning sky.

Author's note:

ALRIGHT, MINNA-SAN.

FOR THE ITALIAN PARTS, I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE, OKAY? OKAY.

BECAUSE...WHY THE HELL NAWT?

-slaps self

And, yeah, sorry for the grammatical errors.

PS: This will be a slow update, but I'll make sure to update more often.