Kururo Saruko and snowflake: I did say that the last chapter of struggling will leave behind a lot of questions ;) But worry not, those things will all be explained during this story.

Warning:

Oocness, Yaoi (more or less) and sometimes strong language
Desclaimer: I don't own KHR. Just this idea down there.

Authors note: I made an extra effort to learn some things about New York City! I wrote it as realistic as possible for me. Hayato and Tsuna move into a building where mobsters had resided, that's the reason why I took this one out of three. For you out there that have a little knowledge about the Cosa Nostra – in this story it doesn't exist, because I think that Vongola is more or less the Cosa Nostra in the KHR universe. AND Between every chapter there will be time skips – varying from days to years even. But I will do my best to write the chapters longer than those of "Struggling". And maybe you have seen the cover picture? I made it myself (well the VG I did copy and paste). How do you like it? AND every person mentioned in the story is fictional.

Enjoy or not, it's up to you.

New York, New York

"Remember to always take your mittens with you and don't forget to have a handkerchief at you. And be mindful of pickpockets."
"Reborn are you crying?"
"Of course not Dame-Tsuna." and there was the kick to the head he had gotten used to, over the last four years.
They were at the airport and said their good byes, because Tsuna and Hayato would move to America in order to lead the business over there. Reborn and the other guardians were there to see them off, even Hibari had shown up, to make sure they wouldn't cause damage inside of the airport. The day before they did have a little good bye party at the new Japanese headquarters, formerly known as the haunted mansion. It had been great and really emotional, almost everybody had shed tears because of their departure. His mother hugged him and cried, but they were joyful tears because she firmly believed that he moved over seas to work together with his father. Nobody had the heart to break her little bubble. Hayato was in some kind of group hug with Kyoko, Hana, Chrome and Bianchi, all five of them cried and promised to mail each other every day. Soon enough Tsuna was crushed against Ryouhei, who was crying really loud and shouted something extreme about letting them go out of the nest. Yamamoto patted his back during the hug and Mukuro just kufufued and said something about taking his body over when he got back. Hibari had nodded at him and Hayato before he vanished, that was the most emotional thing he had ever done in front of them. There was the call that their flight was ready and after another round of hugs and good byes the two got over to their terminal and waved one last time before they checked in and got into the plane.

The base of operation for the north American branch of Vongola was in New York City. Tsuna didn't even ask about the cliché, because that would have been useless. He himself would prefer to be somewhere with warm weather all over the year. But no, he was in New York and didn't like that city one bit. It was April and a little too cold for his liking. One step out of the John F. Kennedy International airport and he knew that he would most likely be killed by some freak accident. There were a lot of people rushing about, the air smelled bad and everything was just noisy. How he wished he could go back to Namimori. There it was calm and the air was fresh and clean. The only reason why he didn't run back inside the airport and take the next flight back home was standing at his side and had her fingers intertwined with his and gave him an assuring smile. They looked around, because someone was supposed to pick them up. As they were standing and looking around, people bumped into them and shouted insults at them. Hayato had taught him enough for him to understand every word they said and it annoyed him greatly. She frowned at a guy who had said something obscene about her and wanted to retort to that, but a huge dark skinned man cam up to them and interrupted her thought process. The man was dressed in a suit and looked at something in his hand.
"Are you Mister Sawada?" he asked and looked down at Tsuna.
"Who wants to know?" he asked back.
"Name's Tom. I was ordered to pick you up and bring you to your apartment." his intuition told him to trust this man. Tsuna nodded to show that he believed him and motioned for Tom to guide them to the car. And here he met another cliché. The car was a black Mercedes with tinted windows, it just screamed Mafia all over. The driver opened the trunk of the car and put their luggage inside and he opened the door to the back seat.
"After you." Tsuna said to Hayato, who smiled and climbed inside. He himself sat down and thanked the driver, who closed the door with a stoic face.

As they drove trough the streets of New York City Tsuna looked out of the window and just wondered if walking would have been faster. They made almost no progress, because they were in the middle of the rush-hour and the streets were packed with cars and vehicles of all sorts. Out there it looked like a river was rushing trough the streets, but it was just people hurrying along the walkways. They shoved each other out of the way or were just pushed to the side when they walked in another direction than the others. His trained eyes saw pickpockets here and there, stealing wallets of ignorant passers. Suddenly he was glad to sit in a car.
"It's not as bad as it looks." Hayato wanted to cheer him up, but even she looked a little doubtful at her own words, that made him smile.
"I think you need to learn how to lie better." he chuckled.
"I'm a very good liar, I'm just not good at lying to you." she blushed and smiled.
"That's good to know." he kissed her temple: "I wonder how long it will take us to reach our destination."
Their car moved at a slow pace and he had no Idea where they were or where they needed to be. Needless to say that he didn't have a clue about this city.
Again he looked out of the window and felt slightly intimidated by those overly huge buildings that obscured his sight of the sky. Not even one hour in this damn City and he already missed Namimori with it's green woods and open sky. Of course even there had been large buildings, but none of them was as huge as those he looked at now. He just hoped that his stay here wouldn't be that long.

After what seemed like an eternity they finally saw something green. It was almost like a forest came out of nowhere and had grown in the middle of the City, just like that. "That must be the Central Park." said Hayato smiling, of course she had learnt everything about New York. She never had been a person to go somewhere unprepared. Tsuna nodded and watched the greenery until they reached their destination. The car came to a stop in front of a huge, but somewhat old building. It had something like two towers and was all in all twenty-nine storeys high. And what was most pleasant about it was the fact that the Central Park was just over the street. Tom opened the door of the car and let them out, of course Tsuna once again thanked him and now stood before the car and waited for the driver to get their suitcases out of the trunk. At his side was Hayato and looked a little intimidated.
"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.
"This is The Majestic, one of the most famous buildings in this City. It's full of prominent and influential people." she took a deep breath as the driver motioned for them to follow him.
"Than we fit right in there" he sighed and mentally cursed the ninth for this stupid idea.
The guard at the entrance nodded a greeting to Tom and let the three of them in.

The entrance hall was a lot like a hotels. There was a reception desk and behind it some letter boxes with number on them. Tom let the both of them to the receptionist who looked like a high class woman in her forties.
"Those two are the new residents of apartment number 27H." the man gave her some sort of document to read. She took her time to look into it and then gave the two of them an observing look.
The young man with the unruly brown hair was dressed in a crisp suite, which was most likely tailored to fit him perfectly, his shoes were well polished and the tie looked like it was silk, he even wore a tie pin, without a doubt made of gold.
The young woman had her long hair flowing freely over her shoulder, her business dress was elegant but not stiff and she looked comfortable enough in her high heels.
She nodded and handed over two key cards. It seemed like normal keys weren't trendy any more or not safe enough for the rich and the famous. They took them and thanked her like the polite Japanese they were. Tom got inside of the elevator with them, all the while carrying their luggage.

They reached the 27nth storey and used Hayatos key card to go inside the apartment. Tom moved inside of it and sat their luggage down in the middle of the corridor and Tsuna briefly wondered why he didn't put off his shoes first. But than he registered that the corridor didn't have an extra compartment where one would put off his shoes to change into slippers. The door opened and you were in the hallway, there was just no extra entrance like he was used to. It seemed like Hayato didn't have a problem with that, because she moved around in her high heels like it was the most natural thing to do.
He sighed and followed her.

The hallway was wide and had a big wardrobe and a shoe rack, that made him remember Hayatos large shoe collection, which was still in her flat back in Japan. She never cancelled her contract for that flat, because she wanted to have a place where she could go back to whenever they would visit Namimori. Fumiko had promised to take care of her plants and to clean away the dust when necessary.
At the end of the corridor was the living and dining room, to his left was the entrance to the open kitchen, which was furnished and looked even more modern and expensive than the one Hayato had back in Namimori. The floor all over the flat was dark wood and the furnishing was chosen to fit to that colour. Everything was in dark colours and seemed like something one would find in an old mansion, but he knew that those things were new and most likely ridiculous expensive. Tom did interrupt his train of thoughts: "I take my leave for now and will come to pick you up at eight in the morning tomorrow."
"I see. Thank you for your hard work." Tsuna said smiling and guided Tom out of the door, who looked a little confused, but said his good byes and left.

Tsuna came back to the living room and found Hayato standing before the window, she had slipped out of her shoes and was bare footed. He took that as his cue to put off his shoes. He hugged her from behind and she leaned into him sighing whilst looking over the Central park.
"Juudaime, I miss Namimori."
"Me too." And they sighed together one last time before moving on to explore their new lodging.
They already had noticed that the living room was large enough to throw a party with fifty people or so. The flat-screen was as over sized as the rest of the room. The dining table was designed for six people and there even was the right number of chairs. After testing the sofa of it's comfortable factor they moved on to the door that was on the left side of the corridor wall.
Behind it was a bedroom with an almost normal size. The furnishing looked like it was made for guests, it was not as extravagant as the living room, but luxurious all the same, the bed had the perfect size for two, there was a wardrobe, some bookshelves and a desk with the fitting chair. One door let inside a small bathroom, there was a shower, the toilet and basin.
"I think this room was planned for me to use." Hayato looked around one last time and shrugged it off, she wouldn't sleep in a separate room, that much was obvious. But she could use it as a study.

They discovered the main bedroom and looked stunned. The bed was king sized and had a canopy, it looked comfortable and ready to be used. There were two other doors inside of the room and they were curious enough to look what was behind them. On of the door let to a freaking changing room, that also could have been another guest room, if not for the fact that it had just one door and a lot of shelves and racks were they could put their clothes and shoes in.
"And where is the room for my clothes?" Tsuna joked, because Hayato would most likely fill this room in no time. She laughed at that and shoved him softly out of the changing room and up to the other door.
Of course it was the bath.
The bathing tube was huge and stood in the middle of the room, there were two basins, a toilet and the other thing that wasn't a toilet, but something you could clean yourself with, the thing nobody knew the name of. (Well, the author forgot the name) And it had one of those tropical rain showers. The whole interior just screamed: We are rich and famous.
"I feel like the ninth had put a little too much effort into our lodging. It almost feels like living in a castle." He said, but than remember how huge the rooms in the Vongola castle are and shook his head: "Scratch that, this flat is too tiny to be compared to a castle."
"Agreed." Said Hayato and looked around one last time, before the both of them got out of the bathroom and back into the corridor. Tsuna stomach used this opportunity to give it's own comment, it growled loudly, signalling that it was high time to be filled. Hayato chuckled at that and made her way over to the kitchen.
And like she had guessed – the fridge was full with all sorts of fresh food and a few bottles of water and juice. She nodded satisfied and closed the door. Tsuna had sat down on a bar stool at the kitchen counter, which divided the cooking area from the dining part of the living room. He watched as Hayato walked over to her suitcase an bend down to rummage through it, until she gave a little cheer, because she had found whatever she had been searching for. As he watched her bend down he couldn't help but stare at her ass and to decide that they would test out that huge bed after their meal.

What she had been searching for was seemingly a little cooking book with recipes she had learned from his mother. The cursing she gave off whenever she found out that she didn't have the right ingredients for whatever she wanted to cook was a dead give away to that.
"Just make something else." he said and smiled at her, she blushed ashamed and looked away.
"I'm not really good at cooking and coming up with something on the spot is really difficult." she confessed and looked like she wanted to hide somewhere.
"I know that you can make simple dishes. Just cook some noodles." he stood up and rummaged through the cupboards and found a package with spaghetti, he searched some more and held a bottle of ketchup.
"But I wanted to cook something that makes you feel at home." she played with a strand of her hair and looked at the floor, too ashamed to look at him. He watched her and felt a new sort of warmth flowing through his body, it was like the love he felt for her, just a little less burning with desire and more glowing with pure affection. Somehow it felt like he just had discovered a new site to her and here he thought he knew everything about his beloved.
Tsuna had thought she had learned too cook from his mother, because it was necessary to know how to make decent meals. Never had he guessed she had learnt that much just for the sake of him feeling more at home in a foreign country – a country that had a culture so different from his own. It was hard to cope with those changes and she wanted to make him feel comfortable as much as possible. He smiled at her and put the noddles and the ketchup at the kitchen counter. Than he hugged her close and kissed her forehead.
"Let's make a simple meal today and when we have the time we will go grocery shopping tomorrow. Maybe we find everything that we need for a real Japanese meal." She looked at him and smiled softly, it made him tingle all over. He leaned down and captured her lips in a chaste kiss, noticing that she relaxed and felt relieved. After their short moment she smiled at him and took out a hair band to put her hair together, before she began to make something to eat. That's were she decided to try a little and experiment with the ingredient she had.

To make spaghetti was the easiest part of it, just boil water with a little salt and put them into it. After some time test if they had the necessary consistence – not too soft and not too hard. She found fresh tomatoes and decided to try making a sauce out of them. She had read how it's done – boil water, slice the skin of the red thing and then put them for a few minutes into the water, after that take them out and peel the skin off. Than use a hand blender to make then into juice, but that had the side effect of it being to watery, normally she would use tomato purée out of a can to make it thicker, but she hadn't one. That's were she decided to use the ketchup. But it made the whole sauce too sour. She pondered for a while and searched for spices and found some. She was a little hesitant about putting the curry inside the sauce and maybe she used a little too much chilly. Taste testing was really scary, because she didn't know of she somehow had made it poisonous. To her relieve it was no poison and tasted good enough to be served. The spaghetti still boiled and weren't ready yet, so she decided to make a little salad as a side dish. She cut a lettuce and some paprika, a cucumber and tomatoes, put everything into a bowl and used a little olive oil to get some taste to it. By then it was time to get the noodles out of the water.

Tsuna watched her the whole time and was really fascinated by her. It was cute how she scrunched her nose up and wrinkled her brows whenever she thought hard about her next step. Sometime her hand would linger in the air, not sure if she should grab the spice and use it or just let it be. From time to time she stopped her movements completely, looking a little lost about what to do next, only to rush to the fridge or a cupboard to pull something out. It was funny how she tasted her own creation, there was so much concentration and fear on her face that made him almost laugh, it felt like she was afraid of her own food.
After she had poured the water off the spaghetti she searched for plates, it took her some time to find them in the highest shelf. He watched as she attempted to get to them, she stretched herself and stood on her toes and still couldn't grasp them. The sight was really cute.
Hayato wasn't small or something, it was just that the over head cupboards with the tableware in them were too high up. He chuckled when she glared at the offending piece of furniture and huffed annoyed. She moved to look at him, blushing she asked: "Juudaime … could you please help me out?"
"Sure." he stood up and came to her, but instead of grabbing the plates he put his arms around her and lifted her up high enough that she was able to reach the plates. She eeped because she hadn't thought that he would do something like that. But than she laughed and took the tableware. He let her go and pinched her bottom, that made her yelp and jump a little in surprise. It was a wonder that she hadn't let go of the plates because of the shock.
"Juudaime! What are you doing?" she looked at him like he had grown another head, he had never done something like that before, that was so out of character that it confused her like hell.
"I don't know, I just suddenly felt like it." he laughed and shrugged his shoulder, now that he thought about it he felt a little embarrassed about the whole thing. Hayato blinked a few times to comprehend what he had said, then she smiled and blushed, getting ready to serve the food.

They settled at the dining table and ate their meal.
"Somehow it's too quite." Tsuna sighed and looked around. He was so used to the chaos that used to be meals at his home, that somehow he felt uncomfortable with the quite atmosphere here. Even when he had been over at Hayatos it was never that quite, because Fumiko had the tendency to interrupt their meals or to just invite himself and his lover over. And Fumiko was a chatter box, so he didn't know what being quite meant. Every meal at his home was a war and a race, when you didn't eat fast enough your share was gone, because Lambo was a greedy little cow. Sighing again he looked at his plate and lost his appetite.
At his second sigh Hayato looked at him and saw a lonely tear running down his face.
"Juudaime?" she asked hesitant and worried at the same time.
"I'm so pathetic. Not even one day and I'm homesick to the core." he rubbed away the traitorous tear and forced a heavy smile upon his face: "It's too quite and that is really strange, because everything I ever wanted was to have a quite meal for once and now I'm sitting here and lose my appetite because it's too quite."
"Juudaime ..." Hayato didn't know what to say. Of course she felt like a part of her life had ended with them moving to New York and she had enjoyed her life in Namimori, she hadn't lived there all her life so it was impossible for her to have the same heavy feeling of homesickness that now befell him. Maybe the reason for that was that she never really had a home, aside from her place at his side.
She stood up from her place and walked around the table to get to his side. She hugged him close to her chest, because that was the only thing she could do for him, she was just able to be here and give some comfort. He grabbed the fabric of her dress and sobbed against her bosom, he didn't even know why he cried that much, it just came over him like a wave and shook him to the core of his self. It hit him, that his childhood days were now really over and this thought didn't cease his uneasiness one bit. Hayato stroked his hair and didn't say anything, and there was no need to, because there were no words that could fight away the fear of becoming an adult so suddenly.

After some time his sobbing stopped and he took a heavy breath to calm himself a little. He felt ashamed of himself, he was eighteen and had just cried like four year old child that was afraid of the monster inside his closet.
"I'm sorry." he mumbled and used the sleeve of his utterly expensive dress shirt to wipe away the tears.
"You don't need to be. There is nothing to apologize for. I know that you are an emotional person and that you have trouble to control yourself." she smiled and looked him deep into the eyes, than she leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"Says the person who likes to bomb people just because they look funny at her." he sniffled a little and grinned. She blushed.
"I'm not that hot headed, well not any more." Than they started laughing and it felt like the weight was lifted just a little.
"I will switch on the TV to get some noise." she said and did just that. And it really helped him to get his appetite back, he even listened to the program, it was some kind of hospital series.
Uri chose that moment to come out of the Vongola Gear and jumped up on the table, demanding for food, Natsu followed Uris example, but he wasn't as demanding as his fellow feline. The both of them sat together at the table top and Hayato got up, because she was sure that she had seen some canned fish in the fridge. And really, she came back with two small plates of fish.
"Why are you wearing your shoes?" Tsuna asked curious.
"Because they make me taller, it was little easier to reach those plates with them on." she confessed and had red ears because of her blush. She put down the cat food and it was almost instantly devoured, well by Uri, Natsu looked a little unsure about that. By the time he had decided to try it out it was gone from his plate and Uri licked his paw satisfied, for now. The look on the lions face was really cute, it was something between stupefied and pleading.
Hayato just gave him another fill and he saw to it too eat it fast, because Uri had eyed that new share intensely. After he had finished eating he wanted to clean himself, but Uri was bored and jumped him, than a hunt through the new flat began, somewhere they heard a crash and remembered that there had been some ugly vase in the hallway. "I hope that thing wasn't an antique." was Tsunas concern as he brushed away the shards of the broken thing and threw them into the waste bin.
Uri still chaste Natsu through their new territory and Tsuna couldn't help but wonder if he did that just to lift up the mood and to make as much noise as possible. Hayato had put away the dishes into the dishwasher.
"Maybe we should unpack our luggage?" Hayato said as she looked at her open suitcase which had been a victim to Uris chase.
"Or we just go to bed, I'm really tired." Tsuna stretched and yawned, he felt the fatigue of the long flight in every cell of his body.
"It's the middle of the day, if we sleep now we won't be able to sleep at night." She smiled at him and made her way to her things to put them back into the suitcase.
"But I'm really tired." he whined and gave her the puppy eyes.
"Juudaime, I'm tired too. To have a jet-lag is normal, in Japan it is two in the morning on Monday and here it is just one in the afternoon on Sunday." She looked at him and smiled apologetic, because she wouldn't let him sleep.
"That means Japan is almost a day ahead of America?" he looked like that was something entirely new to him.
"Yes." she showed him her smart-phone, where she had the time zones of Tokyo and New York saved.
"Wow, that is like time travelling, just without annoying pink smoke." he said and the both of them laughed. It was than decided that they would unpack things and change into more comfortable clothes.

Of course Hayato was the one with more clothes to put away, and the closet of the bathroom was soon enough filled with all her lotions, make up, different bottles of perfume and all the other things she used to make herself presentable. Tsuna just had a toothbrush, toothpaste, a razor with shaving foam and the necessary after shave (not that he had much of a beard growth), a deodorant and cologne on which Hayato had insisted on. He wondered how she had managed to get everything into her suitcase, but than again she was able to carry around a huge amount of dynamite without looking like that. Maybe she really had a pocket to another dimension.
"I hope the rest of our things will arrive soon. I don't have enough clothes or shoes." she huffed and looked at the things she had neatly folded or hung up. Tsuna wanted to laugh, but he knew that she was dead serious about, he knew nobody besides her with that much clothes.
"I'm sure it won't take too long. I mean it's been sent per air post it should be delivered in a while." he assured her and smiled.
"I hope you are right." she smiled and than looked at the clock that stood at the bedside table. It was almost seven in the evening, it had took them longer to unpack things than she would have thought. But that had more to do with her moving things around and around until she was really satisfied with the use of space. If Tsuna had been alone he would have finished much earlier, he would have put his things away without thinking about the perfect use of space. But Hayato had the need to make plans and think about everything from different angles until she found the perfect solution – even for something as simple as putting clothes into a closet. Tsuna wasn't sure if he found it cute or annoying.
"Do you want to take a shower before dinner?" she asked him.
"Is that an invitation?" he leaned down and whispered into her ear, it made her blush.
"I … that is … what I want to say ..." she couldn't find the right words to say to him that it wasn't an invitation, but at the same time she wanted to go inside of the shower with him, but to say so felt a little too perverted. Sometimes he could really be too straightforward with his requests.
Tsuna smiled and took her hand into his, guiding her into the bathroom which was connected with their bedroom. In one of the shelves were towels, he took two and laid them to the side for later use, all the while holding Hayatos hand. Than he let go of her and stripped himself out of his clothes. After he was naked he looked at her and waited until she did the same. Still blushing she slipped out of her clothes.
"Let's test out that shower." Tsuna said and pulled her with him, showering wasn't really the only thing he had in mind. He had been watching her bending down again and again, something that stirred his hormones into life. They were alone and had the time – why not using the opportunity to get a little touchy feely.

He turned on the water and it was warm in an instant and as they stood beneath it, it felt like they were standing under a soft rain in summer.
"This shower feels really relaxing." Hayato sighed and let the water run over her face and hair. Tsuna, who stood behind her, watched how the water ran down her skin and soaked her hair. He white skin was almost twinkling and he couldn't help but to think that nobody was ever allowed to see her like this. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and began to massage her back until enough foam was developing.
"What are you doing Juudaime?" she asked, but didn't sound scolding or shocked, she didn't turn around either.
"Washing you." he whispered in her ear and gave a little kiss to her neck. She looked behind herself and smiled in the same moment as his hands wandered to her front. There they spread the foam of the shampoo onto her stomach, working in small circles. It tickled a little but she leaned back against his chest and let him do whatever it was he wanted.
His experienced hands trailed upwards to her chest and to knead the soft flesh that had developed there.
"Juudaime ..." she sighed in pleasure as his fingers twirled her hardened nipples and he began to nib at the spot right under her ear. Her breath was going a bit unsteady and a little faster than normal. Her hands rested against his thighs and she could feel his growing erection against the skin of her backside. But he didn't show any sign that he would like for her to take action, so she waited.
She felt the sensation of hot pleasure running trough her system as soon as he took a firm hold of her hardened flesh. The movement of his hand on her was slow and his lips never left the skin of her neck, he kissed every inch of skin that he could reach, all the while listening to the sweet mewls she let him hear. It didn't take her long to come all over his fingers, the warm water soon washed it all away and just the hotness of her skin against his and her harsh breathing was proof of her orgasm. She moved around in his arms to look at him, finally getting the deep kiss she so desperately had desired.
"Juudaime … lean your back against the wall." she whispered in his ear and moved to force him softly against the cold tiles of their shower. He was a little confused about this behaviour but didn't say anything, not when she was going down onto her knees in front of him. His manhood stood proud in front of her face and she looked up at him as she leaned in and gave a first kiss to the tip- Her tongue slit over the little opening, where pre cum was collecting.
Slowly she took him in, inch after inch. He was whispering her name and had his hand in her hair, the other supporting him against the wall. The sensation of her tongue flicking around his hot flesh was mind numbing and he had to moan and ask her to deepen the connection, to give him more pleasure. It wasn't an easy task, but she accomplished to take him in deeper, until his tip almost hit the back of her throat.
The urge to gag was coming over her, that was why she moved back a little to get this feeling away. Her hands were kneading his balls and she began to move her head in a steady, but fast pace, all the while using her tongue to rub against the skin of his hard flesh. A tug at her hair was the signal that she had to move away fast and she did it just in time with him coming and shooting his load all over her face and chest. Luckily they were under the shower.
Exhausted he sunk to his knees and helped her cleaning up the mess he had made. Than they shared a kiss full of love.
"You're quite naughty." he said before he kissed her again.
"It's your fault." she giggled and moved to stand up, they needed to clean themselves.

After their shower Tsuna helped Hayato with putting lotion all over her body, he liked to do that, it gave him to opportunity to touch her as much as he liked, without being called a pervert (not that she would do something like that). Hayato saw it as her obligation to take care of his skin, so she had bought a lotion for men, just for his sake. She knew he didn't like to put it on, he had the impression that this was a little too gay. It had taken her some time to convince him that this was in no way gay, it was perfectly normal to want to have a healthy skin (and that she likes it when his skin feels smooth under her touch). He sighed and knew that he didn't have any arguments against that and so he let her apply this stuff all over his body.
Back in their bedroom they saw Uri and Natsu curled together in the middle of the bed, that was why they moved as silent as possible out of the room and into the living room. There they heated the rest of the spaghetti up in the microwave oven and sat down in front of the TV, watching a silly cartoon that was aired. The spaghetti didn't taste as good as when they had been fresh, but they both of them were too lazy to prepare something new. By the time they had cleaned the dishes it was almost ten and the both of them decided that it was time to go to sleep. The day had been exhausting and they fell asleep really fast, curled together like their box weapons, which still were sleeping in the middle of the huge bed.

Morning came too fast for them, if not for Hayatos diligence at being a good right hand they would have over slept. She had adjusted the clock to ring at six in the morning, it would give her enough time to prepare breakfast, make herself representable and for them to eat. Normally she would eat in her pyjamas and get ready after breakfast, but that wouldn't do now that she lived together with her boyfriend. She knew that he liked to sleep a little longer, that was why she decided to cook after she had finished her morning routine. With that he could take his time to get ready for the day while she prepared their meal. She just needed to be careful not to spoil her clothes with food.
Tsuna looked more than just sleepy when she woke him up, but it was time for him to get out of bed.
"Just five more minutes." he mumbled and turned around, getting completely under the cover. Hayato blinked and then just took the other end of the blanket and pulled, because Tsuna was too sleepy he couldn't fight back and lost their little tug-of-war. He attempted to glare at Hayato, but failed, because she looked at him like a scolding mother, that made him smile.
"Juudaime, I know that you want to sleep some more, but it's almost seven you need to get ready now if you don't want to go to work whilst being hungry." Than he smelled something.
"Is that ...?"
"Scrambled eggs and bacon, waiting to be eaten, so hurry up." She gestured to clothes she had prepared for him, he just needed to shower and shave before putting them on.

When he came to the table he was fully dressed. His tie didn't need any correction and his hair was combed as much as possible. The suit she had chosen for him was black with a white button-up shirt. Under the suits jacket he wore the fitting vest, that way he would look better and more professional if he decided to get out of the confinement of the jacket. Normally he would wear a white suite, because that made him look better, but she had decided that it would be for the best if he didn't stand out too much, just in case somebody could feel offended by that.
The suit he wore now wasn't tailored, it did fit him, but she felt like it made him seem smaller and thinner than he was. He looked more like a regular office worker than a Mafia boss and that irked her to no end. Maybe she should have chosen the grey pinstripe one after all. But that one looked like something an old man would wear ...
Tsuna broke her out of his musing as he kissed her and wished her a good morning.
During their breakfast she couldn't help but be angry at the stupid suit, it made him look so lanky. Even in his school uniform he had looked more like a boss. She than decided that this offending piece of clothing should be disposed of, she will just do that as soon as they are back in the evening.

At eight sharp their doorbell rang and Tom was there to pick them up. His greeting was polite but emotionless and short. Like the day before he drove them around in the black Mercedes, but this time the traffic wasn't as slow. Tsuna did his best to remember the way, but he utterly failed at that, after the third turn or so he already had forgotten where they had come from.
It took them half an hour to arrive at their destination. It was a huge office building, which sparkled in the suns light and the security at the entrance was really tight. Tom had to show them his employees card and explained that the two of them were new and will get their cards today. It seemed like the building had different companies within it. Their office was in the thirteenth storey under the name of -Vongola construction -, it seemed like the Family was successful in the building industry. There was another security check before they got inside the office.

The door they had come through let into a hallway, on its left and right side were other doors, which led into smaller offices. He could hear some voices inside them and it did sound like they talked business over the phone. Everything was clean and in excellent shape, it was nothing like the original office of the Japanese branch. But Tsuna couldn't force away the feeling of dread he had ever since he got out of his bed. The sound of Hayatos heels was loud against the rather silent atmosphere of the hallway, but she didn't mind one bit.
They reached the end of the hallway and met another door. The plate at it had a name and the position of the person written on it – William Johnson CEO - . Tom knocked three times and then he opened the door to lead them inside the room.

First chapter Yeah! How did you like it? I know nothing much had happened, but that's normal for a first chapter ...
Do you have some names for OCs? I Need some as new sidekicks
These positions are needed:
Beautician
A Professor and his assistants
some Russian Mafiosi
two surgeons