Word Count: 474
A/N: Day sixteen of a writing challenge.
Summary: He never thought that it was possible, but he found himself thanking Reborn.
Thanks
Tsuna smiled softly as he stared at his Famiglia, it was the annual Vongola Riunione. It was a time for all of the Vongola to gather at the main mansion and converse. Besides the Vongola though, all of their allies also attended.
It was Tsuna's favorite week of the year, all of his Famiglia gathered in one place; in one location. Where he knew they were safe, protected, and appreciated He always felt guilty sending any of them on a mission; but he was the Don of the Vongola, he was the Decimo, and it was his duty to send them. To put them in danger. The best and only thing that he could do was to give them this week, these few days where they could be normal. Where they didn't have various titles, sins, or jobs attached to them.
It was nothing compared to what they did for him; putting themselves in danger day in and out in a twisted display of loyalty. Tsuna didn't like to think about how dependent some of hisFamiglia were; if they were ever forced to separate to disband, those few who had given everything to the Famigilia would be left with nothing. And Tsuna hated that thought. Hated it so much that he had approached Reborn one day.
He had left the protection of the main mansion and had traveled, searching for his old tutor. And when he finally found him the baby hitman had hit him over the head and scolded him for leaving his Famigilia. Reborn had, in only the way that Reborn could, torn down Tsuna's walls. He berated the brunette for being afraid; for fearing the commitment of his Famiglia when they all looked up to him. He mocked Tsuna, saying that he hadn't changed, that he was still Dame and a loser and a nuisance That his Famigilia was filled with fools because they all depended on him, depended on the weak Vongola that he lead.
Tsuna had raged then, allowing his carefully controlled Flame to break out in his fury. He had fought with Reborn, all the while yelling out what weighed him down. Explaining to the hitman that he was afraid, that he feared that he was going to let his precious ones down. That they would die because they were loyal to him, he wished they weren't!
After the fight was done and he was splayed out on the ground, exhausted, Reborn began talking again. This time his voice was soft as he departed his wisdom to his once student. "Then let them, it's what they want. They believe in you. So believe in them, trust them to be strong enough to survive. Trust them to be your Famiglia."
Tsuna had breathed in deep then, taking in Reborn's words. "Thanks, Reborn. You always know what to say."