Hello and welcome to Skyfall - Angoscia, a KHR fanfiction! I am Bubblepop32, and I really hope you guys will enjoy this fanfic that took me some time to plan out. (Inspiration came from a bar of Lavender soap)

KHR does not belong to me; it belongs to the awesome Akira Amano, only this fanfiction, the cover (find me on deviantart! I'll leave the searching up to you~), the plot, character depiction belongs to me.

Pls Sit back relax and enjoy this story...


Angoscia: Anguish, Distress, Anxiety, Agony, Heartache.

Tsuna's now twenty-one. It has been seven years since the eventful time travel incident, the defeat of Byakuran and the revival of the Arcobaleno, six years since the Vongola and the Shimon Famiglia have once again, formally, healed their strong and infrangible friendship that their ancestors had previously created. Seven years is definitely a long time, but Tsuna can recall those important memories from then as if it was only yesterday that he woke up from his coffin completely and utterly confused.

He sighed wistfully at his action-packed past and let out a soft chuckle of amusement when his memories drifted to all the fun times he's spent with his treasured Famiglia. He wished that he could live his carefree and less serious younger life again, but going back would contradict the idea that 'the short life-span of good things is what makes them so special'.

The almighty Vongola Decimo was no longer the thin, sickly looking child he's once been when he first started his unexpected mafia career. In fact if it wasn't for his signature brown hair that won't obey the laws physics then nobody would've been able to recognise him now. Thinking about it, being older wasn't too bad.

He no longer held eyes that expressed his expressions like an open book, which could be effortlessly read and easily deceived; they were now a lot more reserved, experienced and definitely almost impossible to fool. Because of that change, adding to the more defined jaw line and a longer, more mature face, he looked like a brand new person that did not live fourteen of their years being a Dame-student.

He's also grown over the years, but not as much as the others. But at least he was no longer 157cm (5'2") ; he's added a hearty height of 22cm to that, now 179 (around 5'8" and a bit more), almost 180 (5'9"). But not quite. Though Tsuna has grown the most out of his male guardians, he was still sadly the shortest. Tsuna decided that when he finally reached the height of being 180cm, he would throw a small party, but he would never tell anyone the reason. Never.

His actions, of course, have been strongly mellowed over the past seven years. His wimpy attitude towards life when he was still fourteen completely vanished, he's now learnt to never ever give up, no matter how dire the situation has become, because there will always be hope…

'My guardians…' Tsuna thought, 'I really do hope that they come back safely…'

Being in the state of reminiscing the past and the current, downright forgot that he was in the middle of signing a trade agreement with some other random corporation that trades leather products. His fountain pen came to a pause at the very end of the cursive letter 'e' in his signature, 'Vongola Decimo'. Thank goodness the pen's tip lifted away from the paper whilst he daydreamed, if it hadn't, the leather trading corporation would have to see an embarrassingly huge ink blot.

His hand gradually went slack and let the pen roll out of his grasp, letting the pen helplessly roll off the edge of the desk. Right at the moment the pen landed on the ground with a small 'tink', the door to his office burst open and smashed against the wall with a huge 'BANG'.

"Juudaime! I'm back! And with an urgent message!" A very distinct voice bellowed across his office.

Tsuna's thoughts immediately returned back to earth, startling his entire body to jump involuntarily. An alarmed wail erupted from his mouth as a reflex. "GAAHHHIIEEE!" In the process of trying to jump away from the sound, his knee banged painfully against the underside of the desk, causing him to lean haphazardly forward and thus banging his forehead on the edge of the same desk as well.

A few files of paperwork toppled off the desk and landed in a pile of mess on the ground, along with a few other documents and a couple of expensive Vongola enterprise pens. Tsuna was in no better state; both his knee and his head were sending 1000 degree burning daggers to his pain receptors.

The person, who caused this chain of misfortunes was none other than Hayato, who was standing in the doorway. Seven years hasn't changed him too much, except his personality has finally decided to tone down a bit from super explosive to just explosive. Other than that, he's obviously developed the mature looks: definitely taller, leaner with more muscles and a deeper voice.

He barged in, donned in his casual Mafioso clothe; A black suit, his signature stormy dark red dress shirt, a loose knotted black tie (probably loosened it when he arrived, he hates the strangling feeling of ties), a pair of black slacks and a well-shined pair of black cap-toe Oxford. He hated the feeling of wearing too much formal wear, it felt to him like he was strapped to pieces of stiff cardboard, so usually he would lay off the vests.

Hayato started speaking, but without the seriousness he planned to use after seeing the mess he's caused. "Ju-Juudaime! I'm sorr-" He started, but was soon cut off by a grimacing waul from none other than his most treasured boss.

"Gokudera! Don't startle me like that!" Tsuna pleaded with slight urgency. He was not in the mood to be given a heart attack, and most definitely not in the mood to get distracted and then later accidently start a war due to forgetting to reply to meeting invitations (the other Famiglia may take it the wrong way). He gingerly pushed himself up, staggering slightly with each little rise, then falling back onto his cushioned office chair.

He let out a small sigh and rubbed his forehead. "Other than that…" Tsuna smiled warmly, casting away the pain that was currently plaguing his knee and forehead for a moment, "Welcome back, my right hand man."

At that, Hayato smiled too. He couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly happy and proud when his boss called him his 'right hand man'. It meant to him that Tsuna has accepted him for being his trusty, jack of all trades, knowledgeable and loyal right hand man. Also, his boss actually welcomed him back!

"Ow…" Tsuna mumbled a complaint about his slightly swollen forehead, not to mention a bruising knee that will soon develop into a nice blotchy canvas of dark purple and blue.

Hayato's facial expression immediately turned sour and rushed to Tsuna's side, easily avoiding the fallen paperwork and pens. He held out his hand in distress, gently whisking away the strands of hair that covered his boss' forehead with careful fingers, revealing a small, pink bump which has already begun developing a light hue of purple.

Tsuna's heart couldn't help but beat a little faster when Hayato closed the distance between them so fast to examine his contusion. He hasn't had such close contact with his guardians for almost three months, due to them having very packed schedules, thus leaving no room for casual meet-ups.

Hayato lifted his fingers away from his boss and took a brisk step back. "Juudaime I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to cause you any pain! I'll quickly go grab an ice-pack-" He apologised earnestly, but before he could run off, Tsuna stopped him.

"Gokudera! You don't need to go." He quickly called. "It's only a bruise, and it doesn't hurt much…if I don't bang it anywhere else again." For the sake of keeping Hayato from running off, he ignored his pain. When Hayato came to examine his forehead, Tsuna's skilled eye instantly caught sight of an envelope tucked away in his pocket.

"Instead…I would like to know about the urgent message you mentioned." Tsuna instructed.

Hayato obeyed and terminated his mission to obtain an icepack. He regained his business-like posture and smoothed down his Mafioso suit, slightly narrowing his eyes in the progress. "It's an invitation." He divulged clearly, but with a slight tinge of distaste. "A meeting with the Tramonto Famiglia at one of their bases."

Tsuna's gaze darkened at the mention of the Tramonto Famiglia. The Tramonto Famiglia's ways and mafia families with similar ways of operating was one of the reasons why Primo created the Vongola vigilante group. In fact, the Tramonto was supposed to be eradicated ages ago, but an heir to their Famiglia escaped and revived the Famiglia quite a few years after.

"The Tramonto Famiglia…" Tsuna muttered. "…the one that owns and funds major DTOs (Drug Trafficking Organisations) across the globe. They're the ones who support the growing number of drug-related crimes around Japan, Mexico and the Pacific." He recalled from a database he skimmed a few months ago.

Hayato nodded and took out the envelope he placed in his pocket. "Rumours say that their boss isn't human, reason being his way of killing is terribly inhumane and many of his body parts have been replaced by mechanical counterparts." He added. He placed the envelope on Tsuna's desk, now messy, and slid it forward. "Here's the invitation." He moved back and awaited his boss to open it.

Tsuna reached out and picked the envelope up, decorated with typical vintage border design. Through experience, he's learnt to never open a letter or anything received from other Famiglias without checking it for traps.

One time, one of Dino's men (obviously spies that have successfully infiltrated their ranks) swapped a letter addressed to Tsuna. The letter was originally just a simple greetings letter, but the spies exchanged it for one that was filled with high concentrations of illegal flame absorbent powder. When Tsuna opened it (prior being checked), it led to him being in the state of comatose for a week, due to the sudden deprivation of flames from his body. The spies were singled out and were later disposed of – which Dino refused to tell Tsuna how he disposed them.

His irises flickered from a chocolaty brown to a rich, glowing orange. The warm, endearing orange was also the colour of the flame that suddenly flickered out from his forehead, which had been very recently banged. Though his Hyper Intuition is already top-notch in his normal form, he figured that he should activate his HDWM just in case.

"Gokudera." He called with his HDWM voice, which was welly modulated and oddly enthralling, not to mention very smooth and slightly alluring to listen to.

The name rolled over his right hand man with great effectiveness. His senses immediately perked up and the muscles on his torso tensed, forcing him to stand unnaturally straight. A tingling shiver involuntarily travelled down his neck when he heard his name being called in such an authoritative tone.

Hayato hastily answered the call, but unintentionally stuttered. "Y-yes Juudaime?" He swallowed and cursed internally at himself for acting like an idiot just because he wasn't accustomed to Tsuna's HDWM characteristics after not being exposed to them for such a long time.

Tsuna, of course, caught onto the stutter but kept it to himself. He noted that he should start going into his HDWM more occasionally so that his guardians won't stutter in word or action during missions. "How did you get this letter?" He continued in his well-modulated voice. He narrowed his eyes and concentrated on the contents of the letter, trying to sense any abnormalities.

This time Hayato pinched himself on the arm just to make sure he doesn't act like an idiot again. "One of their men handed the letter to me just as I walked out of the pub that I visit frequently to gather info…." Hayato furrowed his brows just a bit to express concern. "It seems like this Tramonto has been doing some unwanted research…"

Tsuna flickered out of his HDWM after making sure the letter was not laced with traps. He pressed his lips together in thought. 'This Tramonto Famiglia is plotting something…and I can feel that it's not good…but what is it?' He peeled his attention away from the envelope and instead gazed at him tentatively. 'Having such a mysterious Famiglia to know one of my guardian's schedule…it's dangerous. Too dangerous…It'll endanger not only my guardians but every one working under them too, possibly the entire Vongola.' Tsuna pondered deeply.

"Also, the messenger said that this needs an immediate reply…" 'or their boss will get angry, and their angry boss is very dangerous…but I don't want to put stress on Juudaime.' He lowered his gaze and 'tch'ed at himself. 'I should've got rid of that messenger before he even got to me!'

Having been the boss of Vongola and close friends with his guardians (maybe not Hibari and Mukuro, they are more like 'long distance friends' and 'possessive pineapple' to him) for more than six years, Tsuna can almost read their expressions like an open book. With the help of his handy Hyper Intuition, he sensed that Hayato was blaming himself for not doing something, which Tsuna had a feeling he's glad he didn't.

"Well, as long as they didn't do anything bad to you…then I can think about going." Tsuna said with a soft exhale. He could see that Hayato was doing his best to suppress a beaming smile of joy after he said he was glad that nothing bad happened to him. He still doesn't get why Hayato is still so happy after hearing words of concern from him. Actually, he also never really got why Hayato was so dedicated to him either, but he's happy that Hayato decided to be by his side.

Without further ado, he grabbed one of his letter openers that didn't fall off the desk and opened the letter. He slid his fingers around the parchment and gently pulled it out, unfolding it with the other hand. He read through the letter, which had nothing more than the addressee, the location of the meeting, a contact phone number and a short message.

Your highness, Neo Vongola Primo, please do come to this meeting. It is incredibly urgent. The subject of discussion will be addressed upon your arrival.

Please use the above phone number to rsvp.

Tramonto Settimo.

He's almost forgotten that he was retitled as 'Neo Vongola Primo' ever since…well, ages ago. The reason why he still uses 'Decimo' as his signature is probably because of Hayato's habit of calling him 'Juudaime', and that has rubbed onto to him quite a bit.

Other than his title, the rest of the small message is definitely suspicious. First of all, if Tramonto Settimo really needed this to be urgent, then why not visit the Vongola mansion personally? The Vongola mansion's address was no secret, in fact it should be common knowledge among the Mafioso. Other than the mansion's location, the location of other places, bases, communication centres, research labs etc. were kept hidden.

Making the Vongola mansion's address public simply shows how confident they are in their strength. Vongola isn't deemed the strongest Famiglia for no reason, and if other Mafioso really did come to eradicate them, Hibari or Ryohei would've already sent them flying.

Secondly, if another mafia Famiglia requests a meeting, then the subject of discussion should definitely be written. Most Famiglia bosses would decline if the subject isn't included. It was too risky to accept; the invitation could simply be something to cover for an assassination.

But knowing Tsuna, he wasn't the mean type of boss that would simply decline a meeting that's labelled 'urgent', but he wasn't impulsive enough to go straight over without consulting CEDEF or his guardians first.

"Basil-san has been quite busy lately right?" Tsuna asked no one in particular.

But Hayato answered anyway. "Yeah. He's dealing with one of the Vongola research lab that had discovered this 'will energy'. Apparently the lab had been raided and the research that was done on 'will energy' was stolen, so Basil's been trying to recover the papers and put that lab back in working order." He on-pointedly informed.

Tsuna gave a shy laugh and stood up from his chair. "Gokudera, you sure are thoroughly updated with our status. Maybe you should be the boss instead." He joked.

Hayato obviously did not take it as a joke and immediately started his episode of apologising. "No Juudaime!" He blurted out. "I will never be able to be as great as you are! I'm so sorry for offending you! You are the best boss in the entire perceivable universe! I mean it!"

Tsuna quickly walked over to Hayato, attempting to hush his words. "Gokudera! It's fine! That was meant to be a joke…but I guess you would really be a better-" He tried saying to calm him down. He was going to say 'you would really be a better right hand man,' but Hayato presumed that Tsuna was still insisting that he should become boss and started stressing again.

As Tsuna was going to walk out of the room and head off to the communication room believing that he's finally quelled Hayato's unease, Hayato suddenly grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around so that they were face to face. He looked down at his Juudaime and put on the most sincere gaze and serious expression he could make, almost as if he was going to make a grand confession.

"Juudaime! I am sincerely sorry!" He wailed, completely unfit with his deeper voice. "I-I'm a terrible right hand man! Even after so long, I have caused you nothing but discouragement! I-I-I-"

Tsuna, who wasn't actually listening to Hayato's words of self-complaint but instead concentrating on the fact that Hayato suddenly pulled him in so close, with the smell of gunpowder and a faint tint of Chamomile and Lavender aftershave gently emanating from him. It was simply too hard to keep his suppressed blush away from his face. 'Too close!'

He's been isolated from human contact for so long, yet in one day he's gotten less than an atom's breadth close to someone twice. Warmth was definitely spreading across his cheeks, and he was afraid that the pink flush would become obvious.

Tsuna, now with (way) more strength than before, easily broke away from Hayato's grasp. He stepped back strongly and quickly turned away, facing the corridor as if fascinated by it.

"G-Gokudera! A joke. It's ok. Because I know you are way better and reliable being right hand man." He exclaimed, straining his voice a little. He gripped the letter in his hands and slid it into his inner breast pocket before turning his head just a bit so that Hayato could only see a slither of this face. "L-let's go. I'm going to give everyone a call." – And he strode off, leaving a nervous Hayato quickly trailing behind.


Tsuna now sat comfortably in one of his premium leather bound chairs from the company he signed a trade agreement (quite) a few moments ago. They shipped a sample to him so that the Neo Vongola Primo could evaluate their products personally. The leather trading Famiglia's boss nearly broke Tsuna's eardrums when he personally called them to tell them how comfy they were, and he will happily accept the trade agreement as long as the leather were collected from humane factories.

He had just sent a text to his cherished guardians and his ex-Spartan tutor which he will be holding a group video call in a few minutes, and that they were welcome to join early if they wanted. Usually, he wouldn't trouble his guardians for just a meeting, but something (namely his gut feelings) told Tsuna that he should get a second thought about it.

Now that he's settled down in a more relaxed environment without the pressure of paperworks…his Hyper Intuition was sending him stronger gut feelings. These feelings were strong enough to give him a tiny prick of a headache. It was almost like trying to tell him that-

Then all of a sudden, one section of the screen flickered to life, immediately displaying a smiling ravenette with light brown eyes and a mysterious scar on the right side of his chin. He was wearing an earpiece, and he was dressed in just a light blue dress shirt.

"Yo Tsuna! How are you?" A super familiar, cheery and soothing voice announced clearly. The audio was so clear that they both thought that the person was actually standing right before them.

Tsuna immediately recognised the cheery voice and gripped his armrests in delight, though he didn't really show it on his face, but he smiled warmly nonetheless.

Hayato simply nodded in acknowledgement and muttered something about "Stupid baseball idiot calling Juudaime's name so casually." And "getting a vacation."

"It's nice to see that you're safe and sound, Yamamoto." He said, relieved that his rain guardian wasn't too injured. "How's Boston? I hope you didn't get targeted or attacked or-" Tsuna yet again was unintentionally taking on the role as the protective mummy hen, getting all fretted about his guardian's wellbeing.

The rain guardian's smile cracked into a lopsided grin. "Maa maa Tsuna~!" Takeshi soothed. "I can protect myself, plus the mission wasn't that dangerous anyway." He added. It was obvious that he was on a plane, one of the special jets that's designed especially for the Vongola. Internet was just one of the many things that are available on the special jet where normal planes aren't. Just as he was going to say something else, a flight attendant peaked into view and crouched down, whispering something into his ear.

"Oh, ok thanks. So three more hours until landing?"

The flight attendant nodded and headed back to her compartment.

Tsuna studied Takeshi through the screen carefully. He wasn't supposed to be on the plane back to Sicily until tomorrow evening, yet he was going over the North Atlantic Ocean right now, not mentioning already six hours into the flight. This was definitely fishy. Takeshi couldn't possibly have known about the meeting invitation beforehand, and if he did, it wouldn't be something to push his flight forward. Tsuna specially reserved this mission for him so that he could spend some time in Boston unwinding by exploring all the baseball culture over there, maybe even score a few homeruns if he felt like it.

It was definitely odd that Takeshi would cut short such a great, once in a (long) while opportunity to reconnect with his most favourite hobby.

Tsuna felt responsible and extremely guilty that he had to take him away from baseball. Even after seven years; from the moment Takeshi chose to join him in playing the 'mafia game', he's always felt extremely immense contrite whenever Takeshi had to leave the bat just for him. And most times, after having to leave his bat for a war between Famiglias, he wouldn't be able to play for weeks because of the severe injuries he's received.

Hayato also got suspicious of the sudden unplanned early flight, but only to a certain degree. Though it was odd that Takeshi didn't contact him beforehand. "Hey baseball freak…why the hell are you coming back so early?" He glared straight at the rain guardian as if looking for any hints. "Tch…don't tell me something actually did happen-"

Another dark section of the screen flickered to life, blasting out immense ear ringing noise; the downpour of coins sounding like metallic rain, an entire crowd of people screaming or shouting and the sound of…cards being dealt. Though this call was audio only.

But a distinct, immaculate, deep voice seemed to pierce through all the audio mess like a fog-horn. "Ciao, Neo Vongola Primo." It spoke, loud and clear. "Dame-Tsuna."


I was going to write more, but that would be too long, so please be patient and wait for the next chapter to arrive!

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[Revised 10th Feb 17]