A/N: It's my first KHR fanfic as well as my first OC fanfic... :'D I will do my best!

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR~

On the shore of a small Russian island that looked rather under-populated, three people apparently waiting to board a small boat stood. Two of them were teenaged girls, and the third member of the trio, tightly clutching the hand of the shorter, Asian one of the girls, was a boy who looked like said girl's relative of some sort and appeared to be around the age of six. They seemed rather antsy, like they had been standing around expecting something for hours.

The boy looked up at the girl he was clinging to and asked in English, "We're leaving here forever?"

She nodded down at him, even though from the way the boy had asked the question it was clear that he already knew the answer. "Yes," she said quietly, but in Chinese, "we're not coming back. Did you leave something behind?"

He shook his head no, and the two went back to staring ahead in silence, waiting for something or someone like they had been doing before.

The other girl, a tall brunette, glanced at them once, briefly, but quickly turned away. 'I don't know them,' she told herself silently. 'That…doesn't have to change, even if we are going to the same destination. Japan…is a country with many places to go. Who knows what they are going there for?'

A few minutes later, their patience paid off. A slender blonde ran across the sand to join them, slightly out of breath and her cheeks rosy from running.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long," she said when she finally regained her composure. When it was clear that nobody cared to hear her excuse, or to even offer a hello, for that matter, the newcomer gave a slight frown and fell silent.

"Let's leave, then," said the brunette. "We're all here, right?"

"Y-yeah, I think so," managed the blond girl, still slightly taken aback by the unfriendliness of her fellow travelers on the journey to Japan.

They boarded the small ship and the blonde took control of it, starting the vessel and its passengers on their way away from the island.

It was only two minutes after he had woken up, but Tsuna could already tell that he was going to have a bad day. He didn't exactly know why yet, but he had the slightest suspicion that it had something to do with the fact that Reborn seemed even more evilly pleased about something than usual. Tsuna didn't exactly want to ask, but he figured that he'd find out soon enough anyway and that whatever was coming was most likely inevitable, so he went about his business as usual (albeit with dread in his every movement).

"Tsuna," his baby tutor said with his usual adorable (but to Tsuna, frightening) smile as they made their way to the intersection where the tenth generation Vongola met his friends to walk to Namimori Chuu together, "there was mail for you this morning. Two letters, actually."

There was something strangely chilling about the way Reborn had mentioned the letters, leading Tsuna to (correctly) assume that the said messages were Mafia-related. He decided to refrain from responding, hoping in vain that maybe, just maybe, if he didn't say anything, Reborn would drop the subject for once.

Of course, he had no such luck.

"Don't ignore me, Tsuna," said Reborn, while delivering a sharp blow to the teen's head.

"S-sorry!" yelled Tsuna. "Wh-what are those letters?"

Reborn gave no answer, grinning cryptically as always. Tsuna sighed and gave up, not unaccustomed to this kind of treatment from the hitman.

'Should I be scared?' Tsuna asked himself silently.

A chill ran down his spine at the thought of all the terrible things the letters could mean, and he decided to put the question on hold. Forever, if he could help it.

Unfortunately for him, he really couldn't.

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