Lost and Found
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Chapter 2: Introduction to the Vongola, the hard way!
Tsuna woke up with a start. The last thing he remembered was being smashed into a wall. Not a very happy memory. Feeling something dig into his side, he decided to open his eyes to see what it was.
A pair of mismatched eyes stared back at him.
Tsuna promptly shut his eyes again and turned his back on the person beside him.
"It's all a dream, it's all a dream—" He muttered, repeatedly trying to convince himself. It ended in failure as arms slid around him and pulled him close against the other person.
Tsuna froze.
"GYAAAAAAAAA!" In an attempt to get away from the person, he somehow managed to trip over the bed sheets and land in a tangle of them on the floor. Sharp pain lanced through his ribs and he found himself on his back admiring the ceiling.
It's very clean… He thought dazedly as an amused face looked down at him from the bed, obstructing his view of the ceiling.
"Whoops sorry, didn't mean to scare you." The man smiled what he clearly thought to be a winning smile.
Unable to move, courtesy of his assumed cracked rib(s), Tsuna glared at him from the floor.
The man got up from the bed lazily, draping his legs over the edge of the bed one at a time. After what seemed to be forever, he got of the bed and bent down beside Tsuna. When he gripped the younger man's arm, it was yanked away. Furious amber eyes met his amused mismatched ones.
"Don't touch me," Tsuna managed to hiss out, over the pain in his ribs. "Pervert."
"Nonono. Not 'pervert', my name is Mukuro Rokudo. Nice to meet you too." With that, he slid his hands under Tsuna, not caring if he liked it or not, and lifted him up easily.
Tsuna winced in pain as he (uselessly) attempted to thrash against the person carrying him. It was futile; the only thing accomplished being his ribs hurting more. Mukuro, or whatever he called himself, then turned towards the bed and dropped him onto the bed unceremoniously. An ominous sounding crack came from Tsuna's ribs and he immediately blacked out.
Mukuro chuckled and leaned over the unconscious Tsuna, brushing surprisingly gentle lips over his cheek.
"Sleep well, soon-to-be Tenth Vongola boss. You'll have chaos when you wake up."
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"Two broken ribs, multiple cuts and bruises, concussion" Lal paused to glare at Hibari, who merely stared right back. "And a damaged wall. I want to press charges against this man!" She told a portrait hanging on the wall, slamming her hands down onto the table and pointing an accusing finger at Hibari. A cup on the table waltzed off the table and clattered to the ground.
"Just sort it out in an EXTREME fight!!" Ryohei suggested as he made his way to the door, a stack of files and paper in his hands.
"Che, Lawn Head. All you know is how to fight." Another voice said from behind a large pile of paperwork covering his desk. The only thing they could see was a tuft of silver hair sticking out from behind all the paper.
"Then how would you solve it, Octopus Head?!" Ryohei shouted back into the office, having heard his idea doubted.
Pausing in whatever what he was doing previously, Gokudera stood up and smirked knowingly, "There are lots of ways, like approaching the boss for his opinion."
"The 'boss' was the one he attacked, you idiot." Lal stated flatly, interrupting them before it became an all-out fight, which happened often enough.
"What?! Hibari was the one who did that?" Gokudera lighted the cigarette he had been chewing on (Ryohei: "Oi! No smoking in here!") and brought several dynamites close to it. "Forget Lal, I'll take out that disrespectful bastard on my own—"
"Lal Mirch?" a dusty speaker, from somewhere in the corner of an abandoned table, suddenly crackled into life.
Everyone stared at the small electronic machine. The last time it had been used was about… five years ago.
Lal rushed over and fiddled with it as Gokudera dug into a drawer beside him. Ryohei put the stack he was carrying down on the floor, staring at the speaker wonderingly
"Catch." Gokudera emerged from behind his desk and threw a small headset microphone at Lal, who deftly caught it and attached it to the speaker.
"I'm listening." She answered. The other people in the office crowded around her, waiting for a reply from the speaker.
"CIAOSSU!" The speaker boomed. Gokudera and Ryohei frantically waved at Lal, silently asking her to lower down the volume.
"I have received orders from the Ninth about the recently located Tenth Vongola boss." The voice continued in a more normal volume, the volume control on the speaker having been turned down.
"And?"
"You are to inform him of the circumstances we are in and introduce him to the Vongola. I will be flying over from Italy in a week or so, but he needs to be trained in the meantime. Ask Mukuro to get the required bullets from 'there' and begin training Sawada. Are you clear about your orders?"
Lal was stunned. Likewise for the other three. Hadn't the previous orders been to slowly introduce the idea of the Vongola and the mafia to Tsunayoshi?
"Lal Mirch?"
"What about previous orders?" she inquired after recovering from her brief shock.
"Overwritten."
"Understood, Reborn."
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The second time he woke up, a pretty young woman's face blurred in and out of his vision.
I must have died and gone to Heaven… He thought admiring her delicate features. She's so pretty…
"Sawada-san? Are you awake?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern at dazed look on Tsuna's face.
"Yeah…" Tsuna attempted to sit up; wincing as the pain in his ribs cruelly told him that he was still amongst the living. "Ouch! Where am I? And who are you?"
The young woman, who he assumed was a nurse, smiled happily back at him and helped him as he arranged himself as comfortably as possible against the back of his bed. Once that was done, she moved away from him and sat down on a chair beside his bed.
"You're in our company's infirmary and my name is Kyoko—"
BAM! The door slammed open and a mob of people swarmed in, led by the female auditor with the scars around her face. Amongst the people, he caught sight of his new friend, Yamamoto, who gave him a peace sign before looking away. He also caught sight of the scary guy who had caused him to end up like this, Hibari, or whatever his name was.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi?" the fearsome looking woman looked down at him from where she standing, her tone sharp and commanding.
"H-hai?" Tsuna mentally eep-ed and tried not to look scared or anything.
"We are going to tell you everything about us, and you." She signaled the six people and they dragged chairs from the sides of the room, settling down around his bed. "Please leave us, Kyoko-san." She nodded to the nurse standing over him.
Kyoko nodded, a worried expression on her face, and hurried out of the room.
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"Nine years ago, you and your mother disappeared from Namimori, masking your trail well. We did not manage to find you. However, we did the next best thing; we located the six Guardians." She motioned to the people seated around him.
They all lifted a hand, a similar ring glinting on their fingers.
"Your Guardians."
Tsuna blinked at her. "Excuse me?"
"You, Sawada Tsunayoshi, are the Tenth Vongola boss, heir of the most powerful mafia group in the world."
Tsuna reeled in shock. Then he laughed.
"You got to be kidding me." He gasped out in between laughs. "Mafia? Boss? Vongola? That's plain ridiculous."
He didn't notice the hostile glare shot at him. However, he did notice the flying dynamite heading towards him and pulled out what looked to be a metal pole from under him, to the surprise of the other seven. Catching the dynamite with the pole, he whacked it neatly out of the nearby window, where it exploded harmlessly in mid-air some distance away.
The room was silent as all gazes fixed on Tsuna. The silver haired man, who had thrown the dynamite, stared at him incredulously, his jaw dropping open and his cigarette falling out of his mouth.
"Homerun." Yamamoto whistled, breaking the silence.
"Where did you get that?" The silver haired male demanded, straight after Yamamoto had spoken. His expression had changed from shocked to respectful.
Tsuna pointed to his bed frame reluctantly, where a pole was missing from the structure. He didn't want to take out his temporarily weapon but it had been reflex when he saw something dangerous heading towards him.
"Are you expecting to get attacked in here?" A woman asked next, one eye covered with an eyepatch. The other eye was filled with curiosity.
"Umm… Protection against a pervert." He replied, looking slightly embarrassed.
"A pervert?"
Tsuna nodded. "He looked kind of like you, actually." He added, upon taking a closer look at her.
The six, not including Hibari, exchanged exasperated glances.
"Talking about me now, are we?" A voice drawled from beside Tsuna.
Eyes wide in a mixture of anger and fear, the bedridden man turned towards the voice, the metal pole flying out of his hand and striking the wall where Mukuro had been a second ago.
Mukuro reappeared, unscathed beside the purple haired woman. She scooted over to let him share the chair she was sitting on.
"Scary." He smiled, half-mockingly at Tsuna, who looked as if he was ready to throw something else at him.
"Pervert! Don't come near me again!" He yelled back, turning slightly red.
"What exactly did you do to him?" Lal sighed, crossing her arms impatiently.
"Why, I merely slept with him—" He never did complete his sentence as a wave of voices filled the room.
"You what?!"
"How could you?!"
"What the hell?!"
"You did not!"
"Silence." That was Hibari. He brandished his tonfas at everyone in the room. "If this room gets any more crowded or noisier, I will bite everyone to death."
Instead of the reaction he used to get from everyone nine years ago, where everyone would slowly back away from him, he got the new unfazed reaction of the people nine years later.
"You bastard! Wanna fight now?!" The fuse of a dynamite hissed as it came in contact with a cigarette. Beside him, boxes were taken out and opened, the different flames lighting up the room. In a matter of seconds, practically everyone was holding up a weapon of some sort.
Lal face palmed herself. She had intended to slowly break it to the poor kid about all these stuff but due to circumstances, it seemed that there was no choice but to explain what was going on.
Turning to Tenth Vongola boss, she stopped herself from whatever she wanted to say and stared. The scared reaction she expected from him was not there. Instead, he had a calmly interested face on as he watched the chaos happening around him.
Lal Mirch grinned. She would have fun training him.
A/N: Yeah! The second chapter's finally up! Thanks for all those who reviewed, favorited and alerted! Keep 'em coming!
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