Ok, so here is the first chapter. The next one might not come as fast. I had already written half of this when I uploaded the prologue.

Many thanks for the first review, I hope there will come more. ;)

This still might contain some spoilers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! nor any of it's Charakters, they belong to Amano Akira.

Chapter One

When Gokudera arrived at the Tenth's house on a morning that was so damn beautiful and sunny, that it made the unavoidable future seem like a bad dream, he couldn't help but hiss slightly to himself at such hypocrisy.

The young (mostly-)Italian was in a fairly bad mood. Not that he was particularly happy-go-lucky usually. When he got up way too early for a Sunday, still unable to let the daily routine from the future/past weeks behind, he realized something was missing; or rather he was missing something. He would never admit it towards the Tenth or anybody else and certainly not towards himself, but he missed the damn cat. It wasn't even a real cat, made of flesh and bones and real damn fluffy fur. It was just a stupid rebellious box weapon, nothing more. A box weapon that had probably left more scars on his body than all the opponents he had fought; and that courageously saved his life, risking it's own.

No, Gokudera definitely didn't miss the cat at all; especially considering it had been his recommendation to leave all the box weapons behind. They had already manipulated the timeline more than enough and their older counterparts needed them more then they did now. Still his apartment had never felt so empty.

So right now he was standing in front of the Sawada household's innocently white entrance door, deeply in thought about anything but a silly cat, when a visibly tired Tsuna aka the Tenth welcomed him.

"Ah, Gokudera-kun! I didn't hear you knocking.", the boy said, rubbing the back of his head slightly bemused.

"And still you knew I was here, the Tenth must have a second sight!", the self proclaimed right-hand man answered a little too excited.

"Well, actually I saw you through the curtains. But, um, come in!"

While Gokudera orderly placed his sneakers in the hallway, Tsuna asked yawning: "To what do I owe the honor?" Of course, thoughtful as he was, Gokudera noticed the expression of weariness. He looked at his watch to see that it was still pretty early.

"I-I'm sorry Boss, did I awake you?"

At the very moment a screaming Lambo stormed out of the open door, followed by a furious I-Pin who yelled something about the cow stealing her breakfast. The usual morning routine.

"No, not really.", Tsuna said. "So, to what do I owe the honor?", he repeated.

Gokudera seemed to feel somewhat uneasy, concentrating his attention on the wooden floor, the ceiling light and finally to the person in front of him.

"Um, in fact I am looking for my sister.", he stated, his face turning a funny shade of red, as if he had just said something unbelievably silly.

"Oh, ok. Bianchi is in the living room. I think she's tuning the piano."

"P-Piano?" Up to that moment, Gokudera thought the strangely familiar sounds he was hearing where coming from the radio.

"What the hell is that thing doing here?" He entered the living room, pointing at the dusty instrument, while leaving his precious boss behind.

"It's nice to see you too, Hayato!", his older sister answered impassive, not looking up from the black and white keys.

"I know it's nothing compared to our old grand piano, but it's space-saving and I think it has a lot of potential. All it needs is some love and ca..."

"Shut up!", Gokudera interrupted a little rudely.

"You can't just bring a fucking piano wherever you go! I'm sure the boss wouldn't like such a nuisance."

Bianchi looked up, slightly concerned. He hated it when she did that, play the caring bigger sister and all. "Since when do you call this a nuisance, Hayato? I remember you being quite attached to that instrument."

"That was long ago. Things are different now." Damn, why did he always feel the urge to justify himself? "There is neither time nor place for distractions like that!" He turned away, trying to look less like a helpless puppy. After an awkwardly long moment of silence, he decided that it was time to change the subject.

"Well, err, I didn't come to talk about pointless stuff like that." The following question had been bothering him for quite a while now and he wasn't even sure that he wanted to hear the answer.

"Before we left to fight the Millefiore you told me that you got something for me. Something from father." He hesitated.

"What is it?"

tbc

Actually it's just starting to get interesting... at least I hope so.

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