Chapter 1

Some girls from the Namimori High school giggled at the sight of their friend's handmade chocolate. Questions as to 'whom', 'when' and 'why' didn't need to be voiced since all of them were truly excited for the following day when the Valentine's Day would be celebrated.

The birds chirped happily around the educational building, signing the morning of the 13th of February and even the weather was encouraging the students' glee as no clouds could be seen on the sky, despite the season being Winter. It looked like the perfect day for the perfect preparations... well, at least for most of them.

"Tsk, tomorrow will be a shitty day... Even shittier than today."

The Italian boy, who was sitting on the school's roof top, exhaled his cigar's fume and stared troublesome at the sky.

"I shouldn't have came..."

He reckoned out loud and then closed his eyes for a single moment, feeling a bit sleepy by the sun's powerful rays.

Gokudera despised celebrations. Whether it was Christmas, New Year's Day, or Valentine's Day, he despised them all. However, he had one more reason to hate the latter as it didn't result in the schools shutting down and it even involved annoyingly cheerful and embarrassing girls giving him a ton of chocolate and confessing their feelings to him; both which he hated greatly. In the end, what did these girls know about him (except for his exceptional looks, his high tempered behavior and his sharp mind)? Did they know that he was his boss's right hand man? Did they know that his father was the boss of a famous mafia family? Could they even comprehend the thought of a student being in the mafia? Could they grasp the word 'mafia' at all?

"Stupid girls..."

The Storm Guardian murmured and then looked next to him dissatisfied.

Tsuna and Yamamoto were not able to attend school because they had caught the flu and even though Gokudera did not have any intention of going to school (he'd much rather protect the Tenth boss of the Vongola Family, than participate in this farce of education), after the brunette's numerous entreaties for him to not miss school, and after calculating for a minute how many times he had been absent from school (so that he could practice his battle skills), in the end he decided to back down and hope that this day would pass quickly.

While the silver haired boy was gazing silently at the blue vastness something red was caught from the corner of his eyes. The untamed Guardian lowered his head and watched as a small red envelope was being mistreated by the soft wind, making it land quietly on Gokudera's feet.

'What sort of an idiot lost the love letter they prepared for tomorrow?'

He instantly thought, as the red color of the cover prompted to the color of passion and love; therefore to the Valentine's Day.

Gokudera stared at it for a while, being completely still, wondering whether he should grab it and tear it into million pieces or if he should leave it be and let another wind impel it to travel even more and -who knows- maybe even reach its original owner.

Finally, after a few seconds of annoying stillness, the Italian boy snuffed out his cigar and grabbed the envelope in a hurry but as he was about to rip the paper, he noticed that the initials 'G.H.' were written on the front.

'The same initials as me?'

He thought surprised and glanced at the empty space around him, wondering if this letter was actually meant for him.

'Impossible.'

He quickly ruled out this possibility as there were no other people present on the rooftop and it wasn't yet the 14th of February. Moreover, Gokudera knew that the girls who intended to give him their handmade chocolates would gladly give them to him in person, stare into his eyes for two seconds and then run away to their friends who'd be squealing at the sight.

Nevertheless, the Storm Guardian currently had a red envelope in his hands with no sender and a recipient with the same initials as him, that had been randomly delivered on his feet by the wind. What were the odds?

This mere fact easily incited his curiosity and Gokudera opened the envelope whose cover had only been glued at the edge of it. He then took out a small buff-colored piece of paper that was folded into two parts.

"Don't overlook random incidents.

On Valentine's Day I'll give you something special..."

The smoke bomber silently whispered the written words and then looked around him baffled. Was this some kind of bad prank on him? Did someone decide to mess up with his mind? Nevertheless there was no doubt that he was alone at that moment. Could this letter be addressed to someone else whose initials are the same as his own but he wasn't lucky enough to read it? Or maybe he did, but decided to overlook it and threw it away with result landing on Gokudera's feet.

There were many explanations that the Storm Guardian could come up with, some of them being more irrational than the others, yet one thing was certain; his whole name wasn't written anywhere on either the envelope or the letter, therefore he didn't have to worry that much about it. It was just a coincidence.

After a while the school's bell rang and Gokudera stood up with a sigh.

'Five more hours...'

He thought annoyed and for some unknown reason he put the envelope in the pocket of his jeans along with his cigarette packet. He hurriedly exhaled deeply two to three times, hoping that the tobacco smell wouldn't be too obvious (he detested useless and time wasting scolding from the teachers) and then entered the building, heading towards his classroom.

The countless stares he received while walking on the corridor by the girls that were enamoured with his bad attitude were completely ignored by him, something that mysteriously excited them even more, and the moment he entered his classroom some indiscreet whispers were commenting about his presence. These whispers weren't the girlish I-wanna-kiss-him kind, but they weren't the fearful kind either. They were whispers of both enthusiasm and surprise, as if Gokudera had done a great but bizarre deed that was being reviewed by his classmates.

A single glare towards the students of his class was enough to make them all hush. They were all aware of the smoke bomber's violent nature (and some of them even knew about the dynamites he hid on his body), so no one wanted to piss him off.

"Everyone sit down."

The sudden voice of the teacher that entered made all students sit quietly in their seats and Gokudera walked slowly towards his chair, feeling no need to hurry up.

As soon as the Storm Guardian sat on his seat the man began educating the students in a way so dull and monotone that would give someone the impression that he was more bored than the students. However, the teacher's tedious voice couldn't reach Gokudera's ears, as the second was staring confounded at another red envelope that was lying on his desk. The silver haired boy glanced at his girl classmates but they seemed to be even more perplexed than he was. Who would give him a Valentine's Day letter anonymously -when it wasn't even a Valentine's Day? The girls were feeling somewhat jealous, thinking that whoever was that person, she probably had a close relationship with him and giving him a card before Valentines, was probably an invitation of what would follow the coming day.

'So I guess the one at the rooftop was meant for me too... Who the f-'

Gokudera grumbled quietly while opening the envelope and the second buff-colored letter suspended his thought.

"I told you not to overlook random incidents.

If you want your present come tomorrow at eleven am on the rooftop.

However if you decide to show up, you can not deny your present.

Your denial will be equal to your death."

Gokudera widened his eyes at the last sentence and then glared furiously at the girls, who scarily lowered their heads. Who the hell would write a love invitation like that? Was it even a love invitation? It sounded more like a fighting challenge! As if a punk wanted to provoke him to go over to the rooftop and when he'd arrive he'd come across a gang or something like that, which would try to beat him up -unsuccessfully of course. But if that were true, then why use red envelopes and suggest that specified time and day? Why not challenge him after school?

'Why not say it to my face?'

Gokudera thought irked, wondering if he was really that bad at solving mysteries, or if he was just wasting his time over a well prepared prank. Or what if...

'What if it's an UMA!'

His exciting thought drew a wide smile on his face that was effortlessly misunderstood by the girls that were watching his reactions.

'Maybe it's an UMA that knows it can trust me, so it decided to ask for my help!'

After a short amount of time Gokudera's smile faded away, realizing how stupid his assumption was. An UMA would certainly not be able to speak Japanese and it would definitely not be able to write! What was he thinking? The Italian boy rubbed the back of his head while trying to solve this mystery.

'There is no way a girl would write something like that...'

He continued thinking, yet the handwriting could easily be perceived as feminine. He eventually decided to reread this letter and even the previous one that he had found on the rooftop.

While the Storm Guardian lowered his hand towards his pocket, he could undoubtedly feel the girls' eyes that had riveted their attention on him. He quickly glanced at them as to make them turn their gaze away and then placed the first letter on the desk.

'Well, at least it's certain that it's from the same sender...'

He reckoned, noticing the identical handwriting.

'She even mentions to "not overlook random incidents" therefore the first envelope falling on my feet wasn't a coincidence...'

The Italian boy unconsciously placed his hand in front of his chin as he tried to estimate the chances of the sender being a girl.

'None of these weak girls would dare to write something like that... And I really doubt that a homosexual boy would confess his love that way.'

He suddenly realized that these two envelopes said nothing about love, feelings or confessions; absolutely nothing. Gokudera had assumed that these two were love letters because of the red envelope and because of the 'present' on the Valentine's Day, yet there were no specified emotions or even precise evidence that the sender was talking about love.

'Fuck, I'm so stupid...'

He clicked his tongue, thinking that this was just a bad joke and threw both envelopes into his schoolbag.

Time passed by (much slower than Gokudera hoped for) and eventually the school lessons were over. Throughout this whole time -and while he was walking towards his home- the Italian boy could not stop thinking about the envelopes and what this 'present' could actually be.

'Denying the present equals to my death...? What kind of present is this?'

The letters had created nothing but questions in his mind...

'It surely makes me curious... If it's just a prank I'll blow up whoever thought of it.'

He deemed calmly, as if this was the most reasonable thing to do.