Author's note: Sorry, it took a long time. Well, I think it was better than last time. Haha, I tried doing all my chapters within the week, so yeah. Haha, anyway. Sorry for the slow progress of this story, I really forgot what I was supposed to with this story. Mwahaha, but don't worry. I'll find an inspiration to finish this all the way. And hey! It's summer time! Yeah! Bwahaha. Anyway, thanks for the reviews! And oh yeah, main pairing is undecided, I'll ask all of you if I'm done introducing all of them. Thanks, I think?! Haha, peace yow!

Warning: Grammar mistakes, OOC, slow progress


Chapter 4: The Progress


"Well, well if it isn't Dame-Tsuna," Tsuna froze hearing the somewhat familiar voice he had kept hearing from his middle school days, that rough yet a little similar from his temporary coworker, Mukuro-san, that voice of a certain person that scarred his life when he was attending middle-school in Japan before.

This very person standing above his reach was the leader of all the bullies, the mastermind, and the controller of Tsuna's middle-school days, the leader of Tsuna's bullies. Ever since he started going to school, prep-school perhaps, he's been the eyes of many. Not because he's good looking – obviously he doesn't know how cute he is – but because they saw him as their prey, a prey that they could clomped over. The self-proclaimed strongest student from all the students in middle school, besides the unknown prefect – to Tsuna at least – the captain of Namimori Kendo Club, Mochida Kensuke.

"A-ah, hello senpai," Tsuna froze again, remembering how the other wished/demanded him to call his senpai before together with his group of friends – underlings as he called them – from the day they started throwing rocks at him until he graduated high school – he didn't tell Reborn about his bullies of course (not like Reborn didn't know of that fact) and remembered it after a short while he finished his sentence.

Mochida's eyes narrowed in anger (I really hate this bastard, damn it) and grabbed Tsuna's collar – he dared, yes he did – and almost choke him with how hard it was. Tsuna's eyes widen in terror – yes he didn't get afraid with any of them, in fact he really didn't care, but those eyes can barely pass as normal – and tried to get away as far away as possible from his psychotic senpai.

"You dared to call me in such improper way, Dame-Tsuna?" Mochida mused, enjoying that little horror covering his prey's eyes. He hadn't seen those eyes before, probably his prey got more pathetic than he was ever since kindergarten.

He eyed the brunet since the day they met in that Sakura tree – well, he did see him standing there with lollipop on his mouth – and he had these feelings that made him want to beat the crap out of Tsuna every single fucking day. He hated weak, klutz, stupid, dumb, pathetic, useless, worth the pennies, and anything that the brunet had with him when they were at school, starting from pre-school to High School. And to add the anger from his starting point, the three most popular girls from the most peculiar categories were infatuated by his little prey. The most dense and nice, Kyoko Sasagawa, the most weird and cute at the same time, Miura Haru, and the most attractive yet blunt, Kurokawa Hana. He too noticed the difference of the attitude they had for the brunet whenever they were clinging at him obsessively from the way they acted at every single guys who confessed to them, unsurprisingly or pathetically.

"N-no, I-I'm sorry, Master," Tsuna mumbled, his breathing getting hard to grasp from the tight holding of his collar. Yes, Tsuna called Mochida and his underlings' master, for he didn't know why – they did make him run an errand for them though. And he didn't want to remember those days anymore.

They didn't scare him nor made the reason for him to cry because as he had told before he has nothing of some sort – crickets are exempted, clearly saying they creep him out every night from those 'hss' 'hss' – but he didn't want anyone to experience those days either. It felt like the first step to hell, for him.

The others only stared at the heir of the Vongola Corp; they had never seen the young man afraid, nor terrified of anything, at least after he arrived yesterday. Yes, he still acts like a clumsy person – apparently he tripped over the air, the freaking air before getting on the elevator for them to get their cars – but never showed any fear. They thought he was invincible, and thoughts of some way to at least know his weakness, but that thought faded away as they soon saw the petrified expression from those acquitted eyes. They didn't want to see those eyes anymore because every time they glanced over those eyes before glaring at that bastard with funny looking - there's a pang of a needle-like feeling in somewhere in their body.

"Yeah, yeah. That's good. Little puppy is doing well," Mochida looked at the people surrounding the brunet and raised an eyebrow. He swore he'd seen most of these people somewhere. He mused, not really caring if he had seen these people, all he cared for now was his prey – love interest for him, tch.

"Hey bastard, you better get off your fucking dirty hands on Decimo if you don't want to experience the other side of Earth," Gokudera wanted to kill himself for letting this imbecile touched his Decimo. It took him time to register in his calculative mind that his Decimo was in pain.

"And who are you, huh? This pathetic's underling?" Mochida contemplated, still holding Tsuna on his collar - his breathing getting really hard – Gokudera growled and pushed the guy before he even hurt Decimo anymore. Tsuna just gasped for air after he was released from the grip – he would surely get punished if his tutor knew of this saying "Still pathetic, Dame-Tsuna," – and sat far away enough from his senpai – next to Giotto.

"You dared to insult Decimo? You have no rights, you bastard!" Gokudera dashed to Mochida while Mochida wasn't aware since his eyes were so focused on Tsuna – he's gasping for air. Mochida received the surprised punch – at least for him, it was – and then spat some blood that came from his blood. Gokudera took out his dynamites and Mochida got his shinai (bamboo sword for Kendo) from his back – as if that would be help from dynamites, duh – and they started fighting.

The whole restaurant was a mess – waitress shouting, people fleeing, and the assistant manager frantically pushing the button of the wired phone, too old and classic for a modern restaurant, tch – but Giotto and the others were doing nothing except sipping their drinks and G proofreading again the new documents that he just got from his car – it was yesterday's.

Tsuna on the other hand wincing every time he heard the 'boom' 'clash' 'boom' 'clash' from the shinai and the dynamites that apparently all over Gokudera's body. Tsuna kept glancing over his temporary coworkers if they would do anything regarding the fight – obviously about the bills too – and to his expectation, they seemed to really don't give a damn.

Tsuna winced again - Gokudera just got hit to his head by the shinai. And because of Tsuna's nature, he would do something really stupid even if it hurts his ego or his physical body as long as he could save the people around him from danger so to sum it up, he went to Gokudera's view and blocked – from his calculation this was Mochida's full power strength – the shinai that was incoming towards Gokudera – he was on a kneeling position.

"Shit," Tsuna growled, that thing hurt his back while hugging Gokudera in a protective way again. He's so damn sure that some of these days he'll fracture his spine. Damn it.

"D-decimo, Decimo, Decimo?!" Gokudera called Tsuna several times because Tsuna was falling shutting his eyelids, falling unconscious. That blow must be really hard, because even his tutor, Reborn couldn't make him faint or something – Reborn knew his limit – when they were training for his self-defense. Gokudera held his Decimo protectively while his eyes dangerously glaring at the person who dared to hurt his Decimo.

"You bastard! I won't forgive you for this. Remember this, if you ever show your face to my doorstep, I won't hesitate to blow you in bits, if you ever come out this restaurant alive!" Gokudera growled, still glaring at the person in front of him. After regaining his senses, he placed Tsuna on the side and readied his dynamites, when his superiors and co-members blocked his path.

"What the hell are you idiots doing?!" Gokudera rumbled.

"Let us take care of this, Gokudera, you're all scratched up from this morning and today, but call the hospital first, I think Vongola-san needs a rest, his back looks dreadful," Giotto said in a serious tone, a tone he only used when the matter was important and urgent. Gokudera just nodded and went to Tsuna's sleeping side while dialing the number of the hospital.

They weren't really paying attention to Gokudera's fight as they always sees the other from his every day of his life in a fight, but when they felt that the table between them slightly moved a little they knew the heir was in trouble. Before they even screamed his name and made a remark that he was in danger, they saw a lying brunet on the hands of a kneeling Gokudera.

This fumed their anger, even though they didn't spend much time with the brunet since he just came yesterday, they still didn't want him to get hurt in any possible way. Somehow, there's this strange phenomenon inside their bodies when they saw the brunet lying unconsciously on Gokudera's large hands, covering the brunet's petite figure. This kid – whoever he was – was secretly asking for war, 'oh hell yeah, this is on' they all thought.

"Who are you people?!" Mochida snarled, his eyes drifted on the small brunet. A bit of pang of guilt that never occurred from him before covered up his whole existence as he saw how the bomber was frantically dialing someone or somewhere on his phone while his eyes focused on the lying unconscious brunet. To add the tension, he felt the auras that could almost kill him any moment if he didn't get drawn out from the back of his mind when his shinai accidentally dropped on his toes.

"Fufufu ~, you sure have the guts to hurt Tsu-chan, huh?" Byakuran said coolly, but there's a pang of venom inside the words that he spat. He's irritated, all right. His interest that he had eyed since the day the heir came was now lying unconsciously, his innocent eyes that always captured him were now closed in those sullied darkness. And he sure as damn hell that he wouldn't let this bastard who messed with his little marshmallow-bunny-white-rabbit – so long, dang – get away from what he had done.

"Did you know how many people wanted to at least have a glimpse of his fingertips? And you, you lowlife dared to choke him out of air and now, almost killed him? Oh, do you know what will happen to your daily life? Kufufu ~," Mukuro laughed evilly, sending chills to Mochida who was now growing pale (yeah that's right, die you bast-!) every second the clock's little hands tick. Giotto, G, Dino, and Yamamoto did not say anything but they sure as hell they wouldn't let this bastard just go away without a single scratch, heck scratch that, they would definitely not let this beast go away without strolling past on a wheel chair.

"W-what are you saying? Are you insane? No one will respect Dame-Tsuna, he's the most pathetic person I'd ever met. Even I, the Kendo Club Owner have more decent job than him, I'm guessing he's some kind of a garbage collector because residents wanted to see him immediately to give their stinking garbage to him?" Mochida mused; his eyes darkened a little, but his voice remained confident with smugness.

Giotto sighed, earning a confused look from Mochida across the room, and the others only stood in silence, still giving glares to that imbecile that dared to compare his status as a Kendo owner to a Vongola Corp leader. Such a crappy contrasting.

"Yare, yare. Seems like this person here have no idea who Vongola-san is," Mochida was lost in thoughts, searching from where he heard that familiar yet odd name before. His small pitiful brain (yes, I insulted him, damn it) light bulb as he remembered where he had seen that odd name.

"You mean Vongola Corporation? Isn't that the famous company all over the world? What's the connection with that company to Dame-Tsuna? Are you saying that he's working there?" Mochida asked, uncertainty could be heard from his voice. He knew where this was conversation would go but he didn't believe it, that pathetic sore loser Dame-Tsuna as the Vongola's…?

"You know for the better, you should stop calling Tsuna like that," Yamamoto said, a little too happy. His voice rigid and his body stiffed. He decided to call Tsuna on his first name as he wanted to be friends with the other. His logic was not that smart, you know.

"Kufufu ~ I don't have time for this senseless fight, let's just leave and bring the Vongola kid to the hospital, if I stayed here for a little longer, I might kill some pest," Mukuro claimed, earning confused looks from his coworkers. His eyes trailed off to the brunet and they knew that Gokudera was having problems with himself calling a simple hospital because of the shock engulfing his existence.

"Wait! Who are you calling Vongola?! As far as I'm concern, the Vongola heir is in Italy!" Mochida asked out loud, he's confused on the situation, however when he felt a hand gripping both his cheeks he knew he was in trouble.

"Stay away from my little interest, if you ever get close to him within my reach, I won't hesitate on breaking your neck, fufufu ~" Byakuran said, his front still on the back of Mochida, hands on his face ready to break his neck any minute. Mochida felt cornered so he nodded furiously earning a creepy laugh from the person behind him.

"Stay away or die," the blonde hair with tattoo on his hands said lazily. Dino walked over where the brunet was and walked their way to their cars, Gokudera on the side still in shocked on what happened to his Decimo, leaving a grinning Mochida.

"I won't let you take him away from my grip," with that Mochida made his way to the door where the group just exited leaving the now full mess restaurant.

On the far away back, a half-crying half-laughing manager was left, he's going insane, damn it. His restaurant was awfully dreadfully damaged and the ones who caused the commotion didn't even bother to clean all the mess – not like he expected they would. He was now writing hysterically all the bills and damages that needed to be repaired and he swore he would get all his pay for his restaurant from those who left his restaurant that was once clean and full of people was now damaged and seemed to be a more like a haunted house than five star restaurant – not like it was five star restaurant.


"Reborn-san, Sawada-san is now in the hospital," Enma informed as he heard from the employees inside while he and Ryohei were on duty. He heard a small dark chuckle, and he's imagining that the other was smirking that could make a plant fully grown die.

"R-reborn-san?" Enma hesitated.

"Looks like I'll be coming a little early for my pathetic student, Enma," Reborn said, a darkened voice perhaps had been added and now more terrifying Reborn. Enma only nodded although Reborn couldn't see him as the other hung up on him. Enma sighed in defeat, muttering,

"How did you handle Reborn-san, Sawada-san?" and with that he checked out from his duty clock and made his way to his apartment that was provided for him by Reborn to monitor his student. To Enma, his assignment was rather strange since he knew that Reborn was not someone who would send him to just keep someone's safety – Reborn didn't say that to him, just his gut feeling – and made all the effort of giving him a free-rent apartment just to watch that someone, and then a thought came to his mind,

"Sawada-san's charm, huh?" he smiled before turning the lights off and turning his back to sleep.


"What's the matter with Tsuna?" Yamamoto asked, they stayed over the hospital as Tsuna was not awake yet. They were worried because the other was asleep now for almost eight hours without giving any sign of consciousness. Gokudera hissed, but answered anyway.

"Apparently, Decimo hasn't slept that much, so because of tiredness he fell unconscious, add the fact that he received two blows that can almost kill someone normal," Gokudera said, still frustrated that he's the reason why his precious Decimo received so much wounds – he's exaggerating.

"What's he doing anyway? It's not like he went somewhere after he landed on Japan," Dino said, a little confused on why the brunet was so tired.

"Didn't you hear what he said when he was late? He went to some friends, I have no clue where that though," G said, finally talking after all this mess.

"I think he went to some orphanage," Giotto said,

"Kufufu ~ an orphanage? Why would he go there?" Mukuro was rather irritated for some reason he didn't know. First, his interest was so tired giving the crap out of his wits when he was so damn worried and he hadn't felt that way towards anyone he barely knew.

"Do you know Fon?" Giotto asked, still eyed where the brunet was resting.

"Yeah, I've heard of that name before, why bring him up?"

"He's one of the caretakers of that orphanage, and Fon seemed to be in good terms with Vongola-san as well as Luce, Verde, and Skull," Giotto informed – he's a freaking stalker, no doubt about that.

"How was that related to my question again?" Mukuro asked, still annoyed for some reason. He wanted to kill someone, and for some odd reason, Byakuran on his side was not talking at all, just staring at his bag of marshmallows.

"Well, that orphanage was built by Vongola-san's mother," Yamamoto just smiled sheepishly from the answer and started walking away, making the others look in confusion.

"Ugh," a small groaned came out from the lips of the sleeping brunet. Gokudera immediately went to the side of the brunet, readying himself for a better scolding when Tsuna looked at him and sigh in relief.

"Thank God, you're okay," Tsuna said while his eyes full of relief. Gokudera flushed a bit red and turned away for a second and smiled to Tsuna – a little too wide.

"So Vongola-san, what have you been up to until now?"

"Kufufu ~ the doctor said you haven't slept a normal day yet,"

"Fufufu ~ weren't you sleeping soundly from your room last night…," it seemed like Byakuran realized what he just said. Tsuna raised an eyebrow and tried to stand. Successfully he did, his eyes wandering around the room, and then a sighed came out, mumbling from his breath,

"You guys sneaked in to my room didn't you?" it was a deadpanned in a sound of in-a-matter-of-fact tone but held a firm accusation, a bit die, as if Tsuna already knew the answer from the start.

The group of six sweats dropped a little from the accusation – they really did anyway – and tried to find a better excuse again on why they trespass the heir's room. And an animated light bulb appeared on their heads, if Tsuna had the ability to see those, he might have fainted right there and never woke up again.

"A-ah y-you see, Vongola-san, I-I was testing your night lamp if it's working or not, you know some hotels don't have the best facility," G snorted at Giotto's excuse. Seriously, his boss was one of a hell-like pathetic when it comes to reasoning. All those proficiency and knowledge that his boss possessed faltered whenever he does in any situation that needed a self-made reasoning.

"Kufufu ~ must you know what I was doing, Tsu~na~yo~shi~kun," Mukuro laughed when he saw his interest cringed and moved back a little far too away from him. He laughed creepily again, earning his self glares from his coworkers and a hint of distaste from his interest. 'I should have thought this through' he thought and held back a sigh.

"Fufufu ~ I was hungry for marshmallows and I thought I could sneak some if you have some of course," Byakuran said while his eyes a little too cheerful that made Tsuna arched to back away again. To Tsuna they were nothing but normal people he always encountered in his daily life, but those thoughts faltered when a certain word came up from his mind that sent shivers on his spine, 'Creeps' he thought.

"The door was open so I went it, Tsuna. I thought you were inviting us, so I gladly accepted and went to your room, you know finding someone asleep in pajamas. I wonder if I could have a slumber party with you sometimes," Yamamoto said, while laughing at his joke. It was supposedly a joke but it turned out to be more confirmation that he's a really dense and the number one of the most illogical person to everyone's eyes. 'Hey, you couldn't help to be invited when a door was open right? At least that's a logical thing to do if ever.' He reasoned to himself, satisfied he grinned making the others sweat dropped at his antics.

"As usual, I tripped. The floor was inviting me, so I took a look around and then, voila I was at your room," Dino reasoned earning groans of pain in his background. He arched an eye brow and stared questioningly at his subordinates but he received nothing but an annoyed look and saying that 'you're-so-stupid-man-get-a-life' something like that and that made his vein popped and some of his nerves twitched holding his self-conscious state to overtake his klutziness.

"Anyway, who was that person, chibi?" G asked, not minding if he didn't give any reason. He didn't think of a better reason anyway as he had something on mind. Tsuna shifted a bit and bit his lip hard making it bleed, although it looked painful from the occupants inside the room, they all thought something that made themselves want to burn their bodies in pure flames, 'those lips are hot, damn it' they all thought.

"He was a senpai of mine," he said, trying to compose his self from unwavering it to a shifted one. The others only nodded urging Tsuna to continue his story – apparently it seemed like a story to them. Tsuna smiled a bit and looked into window up ahead of his white room – seriously what's with hospitals always in white?

"He was my fan since prep-school. He always taunted me, urging me to fight back, and when he knew I couldn't fight back myself, he would beat me up every single day. It became a daily schedule for my every day. Morning beat up, lunch money getting then a beatt up if I fought back because I really needed the money to at least not walk home, then a late scratches after my last class. Every day was like that, I even brought my first aid kit on my backpack so Kaa-san would not worry about my scratches, and all in all, it was my first step to hell. But I didn't get scared nor cried as for me sighing in relief that no one would experience because they all had their attentions towards me, I was even proud of myself when my three girlfriends wouldn't suspect a thing about my cuts, it was fine," Tsuna said while his eyes focused on the stars. It was currently 8pm at the moment. Stars silently showing at the sky, night stars probably were the best to look at when you're in deep thought. Tsuna winced at the sudden warm hug he received, knowing who it was, Tsuna turned slightly,

"Gokudera-san, what are you doing?" Tsuna asked, his eyes were blank much confusion to the others since they always saw those eyes with happiness or sometimes a glint of hope and pain. Hey, they only met him for two days. At least, that's all they could muster.

Gokudera didn't move an inch, still his hands around the brunet's small. Sometimes he wondered if he's anorexic or something, this body structure shouldn't be on a man's body – at least Tsuna knows to himself that he is definitely a man, straight in fact – and he blamed his Kaa-san's strong genes for over-topping his otou-san. 'This is bad, I haven't called them yet,' Tsuna thought.

"Hey, can I have a moment? I really need to call my parents now," Tsuna didn't notice that he was talking in Italian but the others shrugged it off as they saw him as hot with that sing-song accent covering his nature as being Japanese in born his self and they nodded in approval before leaving the almost heaven-like white room.


Tsuna smiled slightly and handled his phone that was next to his bedside table after the others went out. He readied his ears for a certain someone who would rant how insolent of a child he was since he wasn't calling them at all after staying almost 24 hours after he landed on Japan. Then the phone answered with a muffled voice,

"H-hello?" Tsuna laughed heartily as he heard his father's sleepy tone, probably he's next to the room where the phone in the hallway was next to, lying as a drunkard wearing those traffic enforcer's uniform – seriously, how was he even managed to accompany Timoteo in his business? A mystery that even Reborn the Great wouldn't be able to crack.

"W-wait, I know this laugh from somewhere. Wait a minute, TSUNA?!" He almost broke the landline phone when he screamed his son's name, to Tsuna it was like listening to the scream of a mixed police car, a fire track, and an ambulance ringing at the same time all straight up to his pitiful ears at the moment.

"'Tou-san! I told you to stop yelling like that! You'll wake kaa-san, you know!" Tsuna laughed at his dad's stupid act. 'Seriously how did he get himself a father like this again?' Tsuna mused at his thought, while his dad searching for a bottle of water before voicing his voice like a dagger that could kill a criminal on the run.

"Tsuna, my oh-so-lovely-son, why haven't you called us again?" Tsuna paled, not knowing what to say he laughed nervously and find an excuse for his laziness. He couldn't stop laughing nervously because he hadn't search for a better reason yet when a voice from the background where his father was standing voiced out a cheery voice.

"Ne, dear! Who is that you are phone-calling?" His mother said while Tsuna could hear a brisk of noise from the kitchen – his mom, as a matter of fact, never leaves the kitchen for some reason his son and everyone else have no idea why – and the sound of the sink splashing over something, 'probably plates' Tsuna thought.

"It's your lovely Tsu-chan!" His father bragged energetically to his beloved mother. Seriously, those moments when he saw his dad flirting with his innocent mom – he knew his mom was not that innocent, she was scary as hell if she wanted something really bad – made him almost threw up on his innocent lying backpack – his poor books must had been so shocked when they smelled a rather disturbing smell crept up on their covers.

Tsuna shrugged the thought and made an 'ahem' sign to inform his father that he's still there – they forgot about him when his dad roamed around carrying their oh-so-long-wired-phone in his hands and started flirting with unsuspecting lovely mother – and his greatly father replied with an annoyed tone.

"Tsuna, you really need to know your time," he scolded his son, backing up to where the landline phone was originally placed – how did he even make it that far?

"If you didn't want me to call, you should have said so before spouting nonsense about me not making a phone call, you stupid father, and here you are making me feel guilty for interrupting, ah what was it again? Your lovely conversation with Kaa-san, seriously what have you been up to, 'tou-san? I rarely hear any news from nonno about your vacation here, and when on earth are you going back in America? I bet your employees are frantically searching where on earth you flew up to this time. It made me worried over Kaa-san's sanity still intact with you around," Tsuna said with a bored tone flipping the channels of his television – he didn't wonder why he had television on his room despite the suggestion that he was likely on a private room.

"Tsu-chan is being rude to his father (Tsuna swore he could picture his dad pouting like a little baby who lost his baby doll on the mid of the dessert) today. You inherited that evil's sadistic methods didn't you?" Accused a pouting muscled man who could absolutely passed the test for a one slot place as an assassin for some sort of a gang or maybe an organization that could make people shrunk ten years [1] or what, a Mafia with flame wielders.

"You got that right; Reborn's sadistic side had more effect than I thought it would. Anyway, when are you going back to your place?" Tsuna said, still his eyes focused on the television placed almost as high as the small window on the side. His neck grew tired from looking up – damn, how considerate the hospital was for people who have neck problems – and carelessly let himself dragged his aching back from his soft white pillows – this hospital must be some type of agency where other colors are not welcome except green that they rarely used – and still his phone intact closely to his ears.

"Do you want me to go away that badly, my poor beloved son?" Tsuna swore he heard sulking from the other line. He cursed at his father's antics, sometimes he wondered why the other was so different from his own personality. Genes didn't really that make an effect to their weird family tree.

Sawada Iemitsu, son of Timoteo di Vongola, was one of the holders of Vongola Corp before he purposely submitted a resignation letter to his father, saying that 'my family is more important.' Iemitsu to Tsuna, he's a father who was so over-protective over his son. The day his son was born, he cried in pain saying that his son would probably lose his innocence and taint his pure white-like soul when the day he turned into a teenager where his growth hormones would sprout, to Tsuna it was a complete nonsense when he heard the story from his mom.

"Yes," Tsuna said bluntly, half-joking, half-serious. His father could be a pain sometimes, crawling up to him every night when he was a teenager that had his own room – every two years Iemitsu goes home, apparently – and said that he was afraid of dark. Tsuna just stared at his father that time with a look what-the-hell-you-old-man and don't-really-care looks but that didn't reach his father's logic.

"Tsu-chan is so mean! Nana, your son is being mean to his tender-loving father!" he whined, while Tsuna choked in disgust after flipping the channel and reached the station he was searching. Tsuna heard the voice of his mother from the background saying 'Oh, how sweet of my Tsu-kun,' she said, Tsuna just paled and his father just coughed in embarrassment.

"So, what do you want?" Tsuna asked,

"Tch, can't hide from you eh?" his dad scoffed, reaching for his beer once again.

"Your voice sounds strange, so I thought you needed something, so what is it?" Tsuna said while his eyes fixed on the screen showing the certain cartoon television show that has his pants ripped off for some reason – it was Spongebob Squarepants with his pants ripped off because he wanted to impressed and made himself funny in front of his friend, Sandy – and listened half-heartedly to his father's rumbling.

"Tsu-chan, it's actually for you that I wished you'll do," he asked, uncertainty covering his octave voice.

"What is it? It's not like you to hesitate and be quiet, 'tou-san," Tsuna commented, his father laughed nervously sweats came from his forehead and palms growing paler every minute.

"Keep your innocence intact, Tsuna," he said with a firm voice after he grasped his resolved to say what he really wanted to say from the beginning. Tsuna just nodded, though the other wouldn't see him anyway, so he answered,

"I'll keep that in mind, bye 'tou-san, say my goodbye to Kaa-san, I'll drop by some time. By the way, you didn't answer my earlier question," Tsuna said,

"What was it?"

"When are you leaving?" Tsuna said disinterestedly as his eyes focused on a singing Spongebob Squarepants with his ripped off brief.

"A week, maybe," he said,

"Ah, bye then, see you," before Tsuna could hang up, his dad made a pip squeak earning a groaned from Tsuna. His eyes still fixed on the current show from the freaking television that oh-so-gratefully considered their patients with neck problems.

"What is it, 'tou-san?!"

"A-ah, Tsuna. I just wanted to say that you really need to stop talking in Italian. Seriously, did you know how many times I stopped myself from nose bleeding? Damn it, son. Anyway, bye, Nana is calling me now," and then the phone hang up. Tsuna only registered to his daring mind that he's talking in Italian nonstop, no wonder the others looked at him funny.


Tsuna slept for the whole night, ignoring the sounds that crows were making. Seriously, those things should know how to stay quiet when it's night. Then after some hours of his heavy sleeping, he felt a pain on his back. He winced slightly, groaning from the morning wake up of his wounds. He looked at his white covered sheet, and yawned loudly.

"Damn, I really should get ready for today," Tsuna eyed the room and quickly registered that he's still on the private room. Tsuna pressed the buzzer, calling out for a nurse, and then voila, a Mukuro-san twin appeared.

"A-ah, w-what d-do y-you need, sir?" the nurse stuttered making Tsuna smiled in cuteness of the other. He really wondered if the other was related with his creepy coworker who seemingly liked to tease him around. Not like he's new to that, due to Bel's antics every time they visited his office. Those guys really had the guts to just barged in on his room and eat there like it was their place from the start.

Tsuna sighed, and smiled to the nurse saying, "When will I be check out?" the nurse nodded in the question and searched for her clipboard. Tsuna just watched silently, congratulating himself from talking in Japanese again, searching for other similarities over the girl in front of him and the person he works with. Then the girl looked up, making Tsuna yelp a little before smiling again,

"A-ah, you can go home now, sir, if you want," she said, still stuttering because of a certain caramel eyes searching her like his life was depended on it.

"Hey miss, do you know someone by the name Rokudo Mukuro?" Tsuna asked, tilting his head side a little. A chuckle came out from the quiet girl, and said with a smile,

"So I assume you work with my little brother, then?" Tsuna gasped, locking his hands to his mouth. He couldn't believe that this girl was older than his coworker. Heck, he even questioned himself if this girl would be related to that freak – Tsuna doesn't think that, he just thought Mukuro was a bit odd – and to know that of all people, this girl was Mukuro's older sister.

"Are you seriously trying to say that you're Mukuro-san's older sister?" Tsuna asked uncertainty on his voice – he tried hard not to mess up his question. You know, that might hurt the fragile-looking girl. Tsuna really thought that the nurse in front of him was somewhat around Kyoko's age, but no, the girl was even older than him.

"M-many people tell that, but yes, Mukuro is my little brother," the girl said, Tsuna just nodded dumbly imagining appropriate things about a certain pineapple rolled up in a bun.

"So, are you leaving for today, Sawada-san? Or are you staying for a night over?" Tsuna shook his head and ushered the other to get to his bedside table. Tsuna winced at his back aching a little – seriously, he might have to have a screen protector (damn) over his back or something. The girl just nodded and wrote something on her clipboard and prepared to leave when Tsuna asked,

"Hey, what's your name? I didn't get to see your nametag," Tsuna smiled sheepishly though the other was facing him with her back. The girl smiled at her patient – her brother insisted her on taking the poor scrawny brunet so she reluctantly accepted – and faced him and then bowed her head saying,

"I-I'm Chrome, Chrome Rokudo," she said. Tsuna laughed at her, and she blushed immediately – cursed human hormones – and bid goodbye to her energetic patient. She submitted the response to the registrar and quickly processed the receipts and cleanser about the brunet's wounds.


Tsuna sat back at his soft whitey-mighty felt like marshmallowy pillows. He nuzzled around it, feeling the softness of his pillow – remind to self, buy a fluffy pillow at some mall – and fixed his eyes on the now ending episode of Spongebob Squarepants.

Tsuna settled himself on his white bed – they really hate white for some reason – and almost fell asleep when the door of his room suddenly slammed and there a person with black cape – almost a uniform he always wore – white long-sleeved polo, a raccoon tail tailed around his neck, a black spiky hair with grey haired on its front side, a person with a scowl written on its face, a red piercing eyes staring at Tsuna's soul while saying,

"Fucking trash,"


Author's end note: Okay, I'm starting to really get addicted again with DCMK. XD Anyway, sorry if this disappointed you. I really need some suggestions, so review your suggestions please? I really need some ideas regarding this. Haha, anyway thanks! :D

[1] Ravens, Black Organization