This is the first fanfiction I've ever written (and finished!), it is un-beeta'd and English is not my native launguege, so please forgive any mistakes I might've made!

Constructive criticism and reviews are welcome!

**I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

With that out of the way onward to the story!

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Visiting Old Friends

Tsunayoshi Sawada, the young Don of Vongola walked confidently into a branch of the Vongola company located in Namimori, it had been some time since he's been in his hometown and he decided to take this rare chance to check on things personally.

Dressed in comfortable casual wear, he looked nothing like he usually did, and if one did not know before hand they would not have known that he was Vongola Decimo.

Tsuna took in his surroundings discreetly, a habit drilled into him long ago by his tutor and advisor Reborn, heightened by his many meetings with mafia bosses and business associates alike. He noted the looks of displeasure and superiority thrown his way from passing workers and the security patrolling alike; despite the fact that most people were not in formal clothes, they were not as casually dressed as Tsuna in a comfortable orange hoodie that had his signature 27 on the back in white print, a pair of old blue jeans, and black sneakers, his brown hair as messy as always.

The brunet-used to more than their haughty glares and whispered displeasure thanks to his teenage years where he was known as Dame-Tsuna and had to deal with a lot of physical and emotional abuse from his peers and, in some instances, teachers and other adults, plus the battles he had to go through in the process of becoming Decimo and the ones he still deals with on a daily basis when dealing with other Dons and Donnas that believe themselves superior to the young man-payed them no mind; he was here to meet with Shoichi and Spanner, the two young men already familiar with him and share his dislike for formal attire (though the two could get away with not dressing up most of the time, unlike Tsuna).

Checking the time, Tsuna discovered that he arrived much earlier than expected and that it was another half an hour before the time he, Spanner, and Shoichi agreed upon. Thinking about what he might do in the free time he has, a voice interrupted his thoughts before he could reach a decision.

"Dame-Tsuna?!" an incredulous voice exclaimed.

Turning towards the owner of the voice, Tsuna saw a vaguely familiar guy standing before him, dressed in a white button-down shirt, black dress trousers, and black dress shoes. The young man appeared to be Tsuna's age, had dark hair, hazel eyes covered behind thick glasses, and sharp facial features.

The faint recollection combined with the demeaning nickname clued Tsuna that this was someone he went to school with, yet he could not remember the guy's name.

"...yes," started Tsuna hesitantly, "um…" the young Vongola flinched inwardly 'If Reborn saw that I would be facing a full month of spartan training'

Seeing the others pause the dark haired youth decided take control of the conversation, "It is you! I suppose you don't remember me," he continued without giving Tsuna a chance to answer, "Nakajima Daichi, we were in the same class in middle school."

Tsuna's eyes lit up in recognition, remembering the boy who received high scores on his physics and math tests and held a great interest in technology, who would occasionally participate in the verbal abuse his school-days bullies threw at him, but then again, most of the school did.

The brunet shook the offered hand, "Nakajima-san," he nodded politely, "how have you been?"

"Fine, I work as a technician here." he stated proudly, "How about you? What have you been up to lately?"

"Well," started the brunet carefully, not wanting to give away his true identity, "I work for my family."

"Oh?" wondered Nakajima, surprised, he had expected Dame-Tsuna to be jobless, but he guessed that his family must have decided to help him, "Doing what?"

"It's not really important." despite his calm exterior, Tsuna was freaking-out on the inside; he has no intention of revealing his true status, both illegal (head of Vongola Famiglia) and legal (head of Vongola corporations).

Tsuna glanced at the time, noting that only ten minutes have passed, and that Shoichi and Spanner won't be coming for another twenty minutes.

Nakajima took no notice of his companion's discomfort, "What are you doing in V.F.T?"

V.F.T stood for Vongola Famiglia Technology, they were one of Vongola's many front companies, and this particular branch, along with other similar companies around the world, dealt with technological advancement and improvement, most of their products were for public consumption, though a large number of them were for mafia eyes and use only.

"Ah, I'm on vacation and decided to visit some old friends while I'm here." Tsuna decided to stick to half truths; while he was technically on vacation to visit his mother and adoptive siblings, and while Shoichi and Spanner were long time friends of his, his meeting with them was more like an informal business meeting rather than a gathering of friends.

"Oh? You have friends that work here, who is it? Perhaps I know them."

The ringing of a cell phone saved Tsuna from answering, glancing at the caller ID he turned to Nakajima with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, but I have to take this." It was a call from Italy, making him worry that something had happened since it was very early in the morning it Italy.

"Pronto?" the Italian greeting fell effortlessly from his tongue, "What is it?" concern and worry clearly seen in his eyes and heard in his tone, "Ah, Giannini…" relief filled the young man's features after a short pause, "no," he laughed, "I haven't talked to them yet, but I'll let them know that you wish to talk to them….okay I'll let them know. Ciao Giannini!"

"Sorry about that," he turned to an incredulous Nakajima, who spluttered for a moment before finding his voice, "You… you speak Italian?" he couldn't believe that the dame student who barely passed Japanese and couldn't form a sentence in English in middle school could speak Italian -of all languages- fluently.

"Yes." came the easy reply, Tsuna managed to hide his amusement at his former classmate's reaction.

They stared at each other in silence, but before either of them thought of something to say a voice interrupted them.

"Tsunayoshi!"

Turning the speaker, Tsuna was glad to see Shoichi heading towards him while dragging Spanner behind him.

"Yo!" greeted the blond.

"Irie-sama, Spanner-san." muttered Nakajima weakly, but none of the men payed attention to him.

Tsuna smiled at his friends, glad for their arrival even though he wasn't expecting it just yet, "Shoichi! Spanner! How'd you know I was here already? There's still some time till the hour we agreed on and I haven't told anyone that I've arrived." he stated good-naturedly.

"One of the receptionists recognized you when you got here and informed me immediately." Shoichi answered, "we would've been here sooner, but it took some time to pry Spanner from his toys."

Ignoring Spanner's indignant "Hey", Tsuna reassured them, "It's alright, I was catching up with an old school-mate while I waited." he gestured to Nakajima, who nearly fainted when the head of V.F.T Japanese branch and one of the most powerful and influential people in the company turned their attention to him (if only he knew who he was talking to earlier he would've had a heart attack), Tsuna continued speaking as if he hasn't noticed how pale the young man has become, "Well, since you're here now, shall we get started?"

"Yes, of course." Irie Shoichi led the other two to the lift, where they're probably head to his office.

"Giannini called, he wanted me to tell you…" Tsuna's voice drifted the farther away they walked, talking amiably to the two young men, leaving an awe struck employee staring at their retreating figures.

"Are you okay, Nakajima-san?" A young technician asked him worriedly.

"Y-yes." stammered the young man.

She regarded him suspiciously for a moment and decided it wasn't worth the hassle, "If you say so." she said as continued on her way.

'What the hell?' Nakajima thought, 'Since when was Dame-Tsuna friends with two of the most powerful men in Japan?!'

If he only knew that Dame-Tsuna is probably the most powerful man in the world, both the legal and illegal parts of it.

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Welp... that happened.

I had no idea how to continue and the ending felt kinda off...

Oh well, live and learn!

RogueMagic