Aaaaaaand here goes Chapter One! Hibari isn't here yet, but he will be soon! I'm still debating whether to use an OC to write the next chapter, or use a canon character. It's really hard to get their personalities and the timeline right though, so I took some liberties and tweaked around a bit. I have no idea how I would go about this Tsuna-Haru thing though. I'm still waiting for some inspirations. I'm not much for humor, so this may turn out less...humorous than the original series, but hey! This is Fanfiction!

And, in case you don't know, the characters of KHR aren't mine. Not legally, anyway. In my heart, I will always be married to Hibari.

Chapter One: UNHAPPY PREPARATIONS

By the time Reborn poured several gallons of ice-cold water on his face, effectively drowning his bedroom, Tsuna had resigned himself to his fate. He was still panicking in one corner of his mind, but unlike his younger self, he had already accepted that nothing in his life would ever go the way he wanted it to (normal, legal, less dangerous) and promptly dropped the complaint once Reborn took out his beloved gun and started shooting.

They're going to Italy, Mafia capital of the world. Yay.

Despite having known them for most his life, Tsuna had never endeared himself to his schoolmates save for a select few who had eventually joined him as his Guardians. No surprise, as he was Dame-Tsuna after all who managed the impossible feat of tripping on air. What was surprising was how he found friends at all, but he supposed he could give most credit to his tor—tutor, for that. However, despite the fact that no love was lost between him and most people at school, he really didn't want to drag any of them into his world, either. They were civilians, and he'd keep it that way forever if he could help it.

Which, given how incredibly devious and random his home tutor was—not to mention freaking strong—didn't seem very plausible at the moment.

The whole school was abuzz with activity. Positive energy flowed from all parts of the school, even the darkest, shadiest places, and for once, no one was giving Tsuna the evil eye for being surrounded by ninety-percent of the popular crowd. Nevertheless, everyone was excited for the upcoming school trip.

Everyone, except the main character himself. Honestly, this guy has no sense of adventure whatsoever. Did he need to freak out and be negative about everything?

Come on, it's Italy! Italia da!

Tsuna was about the only person not jumping with joy about the upcoming event. If anything, he was downright depressed, which in turn made Hayato murderous and Yamamoto rather panicky.

"Jyuudaime! Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? Are you feeling sick or something? Do you want me to carry you to the hospital? Jyuudaime? Jyuudaime!" Gokudera fussed, roughly shaking the poor guy's shoulders.

"I'm alright, Gokudera-kun," Tsuna tried to console his Storm Guardian with a strained smile and flopped limply on his desk. Obviously, it didn't work.

Yamamoto, his hand dangerously near the hilt of his Shigure Kintoki, set his bag on the desk beside Tsuna's and asked, "Is something wrong, Tsuna?"

Yes, yes. Everything, Tsuna was tempted to say but knew it wouldn't do any good to worry his closest guardians. Worrying them meant bombs and explosions and accidents and he wanted to avoid that as much as possible. It's enough that Lambo kept blowing up a part of the house every day. He didn't want Hibari to skin his hide should they damage his precious school.

So he smiled, and said, "I'm just a bit tired. And nervous. We're going to Italy in a few weeks, you know." And when we're there, nothing ever goes right.

Yamamoto, as expected, didn't understand the hidden message. He smiled his usual bright smile and told Tsuna not to be too nervous. After all, "We've been there before."

"Yes, Jyuudaime. There's no need to be nervous at all. As your right hand man, I'll be sure to blow up anything that displeases you," Gokudera swore fervently.

"Yeah, no need to worry Tsuna," Yamamoto supplied.

Tsuna sighed inwardly, smiling a wry smile. In the past years, Gokudera had somewhat mellowed down with his bombs. He didn't impulsively try to kill every person that so much as looked his boss's way wrong anymore. Now he could wait a full hour for interrogation. Tsuna honestly wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, but he was glad Gokudera seemed to trust his fellow guardians more now, and not trying to take everything on by himself.

Yamamoto, on the other hand, while still goofy and stupidly cheerful, had been taking swordsmanship rather seriously, much to Squalo's maniacal glee. He even joined the Kendo Club and promptly kicked Mochida off his Captainship. He still played baseball, but unlike in middle school, it wasn't his whole life anymore. Problem was, he also grew a tad bit sadistic and somewhat overprotective of Tsuna, going so far as teaming up with Gokudera when he felt that Tsuna was unintentionally harming himself: like that one time Tsuna forgone sleep to finish the paperwork Nono asked him to work on. Yamamoto knocked him out on the third night.

Well, at least the two of them get along better now, he thought wryly.

At lunch, Tsuna's group met up at their usual hang-out: the roof. It was November, so it was colder outside, but none of them felt it because Tsuna was utilizing his flames to warm them all up. They were a huge group, mostly because some of their friends from other schools (and countries) decided to transfer to Namimori just for the heck of it. There was the usual: Tsuna, Yamamoto and Gokudera, along with Kyoko and sometimes Hana. Then there was Ryohei, who decided to pull a Hibari and stayed even though he's already graduated last year. Hibari was also around somewhere, probably biting more people to death before dealing with Foundation business, which was established a couple of years back, when Hibari finally decided to graduate from school. They were currently constructing their underground hideout beneath the Namimori shrine. Funded by Vongola, of course, with some 'help' from the local gangs.

Haru, Spanner and Shoichi transferred to their school during their second year and they were toe to toe at the top of academics. Chrome stayed with them even when Mukuro came back ("Because Boss is Boss, and Mukuro-sama can take care of himself.") and once in a while the Kokuyo gang—who had somehow, surprisingly became their 'friends'—joined them or fought them. Depends on the day. Fuuta, who was in middle school, and Lambo and Ipin who were both being forced to primary school, often joined them for lunch, because their schools were in one compound, and come on, did you really expect them to stay away?

Be that as it may, they were one rowdy group indeed. Tsuna's was still waiting for the three hundred and seven shooting stars he wished in to grant him one hour of peace, without bombs and swords and poisonous cookies flying around.

"Tsuna-san, are you excited for the trip?" Haru said, biting into a slice of sushi Yamamoto made, looking at him with big, brown eyes, beaming as she always was.

Looking at her, Tsuna blushed for no reason. He had long since outgrew his crush with Kyoko. Try as he might, he couldn't seem to see her in any romantic light nowadays. She just felt like family, now. A sister. Haru, on the other hand, wouldn't ever pass as a sister since she tried to get him to marry her every chance she got. At first it was annoying, and then it was endearing.

Tsuna didn't know how that happened, but it was probably Reborn.

It was always Reborn, anyway.

Tsuna nodded shyly. He had reservations for coming to Italy with the whole of Namimori Gakuen, but he was nonetheless excited to come back. He loved Italy, and he loved Vongola HQ. If it was just him and his family, he would have been as excited as Haru.

Haru smiled brilliantly at him. Tsuna thought he'd get blinded. "Uwaaah! I can't wait to get back there! Bianchi-san taught me something new and I can't wait to try it!"

Kyoko tilted her head cutely and asked, "What did she teach you?"

For security purposes, Kyoko and Haru had been taking several self-defense classes. Unsurprisingly, Haru was more adept at fighting than Kyoko. Kyoko was more into healing things and being bright and cute in general, so Ryohei and Reborn had been tutoring her in the use of Sun Flames and using a gun. Her Flames weren't as strong as Ryohei, but it was strong nonetheless, and she was always helpful for training. Haru, on the other hand, found she had several types of Flames: Storm, Rain and Lightning, with a teeny-tiny spark of Sky. She was getting increasingly good at hand to hand combat, and was a better shot than most of them, with the exception of Gokudera and Reborn. She had also been taken by Bianchi as an apprentice, and was getting more and more dangerous each day.

Haru leaned towards Kyoko and whispered something, then they both laughed and started talking in hushed voices. Chrome pitched in at one point and became a part of the conversation, and by the time the bell rang, the three of them had gone from seduction to guns and paralysing cookies to knitting and painting.

Tsuna couldn't help but sweat drop at them. Really, what kind of monsters did we make?

At home, Tsuna was made to go over stacks of paperwork for Vongola, which wouldn't burn no matter how hard he tried, and then forced to do his actual homework, which he didn't really understand and earned him more than enough kicks to the head. At dinner, he had to take care of and overbearing and annoying broccoli and exploding gyoza several times, and by the end of it some part of the roof had been compromised again. When he called for the construction team on standby (because exploding rooftops are just so common) he made sure to instruct them to use something titanium enforced for the roof this time. Or something strong enough to withstand Lightning Flame attacks.

By the time Tsuna was in his room, he was ready to pass out in exhaustion.

He wasn't allowed, of course.

"Get up, Dame Tsuna," the cocking of a gunshot could be heard. "Go and pack." A gunshot. A hole in the wall.

Tsuna sighed and stood from his bed.

The kinder-sized hit man gave him a list of requirements to put in his luggage, along with several boxes of questionable sources.

On the list were most of the usual travel necessities, clothes, hygiene kit, travel documents and shoes, but there were also some that made Tsuna's head burst.

The suit, necktie and leather shoes were part of it. Also the guns, trackers and car keys.

"Are you going to make me do mafia business in the middle of the trip?" Tsuna said incredulously.

Reborn looked at him like he grew a couple more heads. "What, did you expect the Vongola to pay for an entire school's vacation for free? As the boss, you have to work to pay for the costs of the whole school."

Now Tsuna wanted to drown himself. "This wasn't even my idea!"

"They're your schoolmates," Reborn said simply, as if that answered everything.

It probably did. Damn baby.