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FanFiction - Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Amnesia, or Something More?

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The news of Sawada Nana's kidnapping is finally sinking into everyone as the entire household is silent.

For once, not a single cheery smile is seen nor a hearty laugh is heard from our baseball loving swordsman. His face is serious and solemn, every trace of a smile and humor long gone. He may be dense, but he knows when a situation is serious beyond cure.

For once, there is not a single cigarette or dynamite in sight. Gokudera sits quietly beside the baseball fanatic, not yelling or complaining about his seating place beside him. His empty hands shake- not from a cigarette withdrawal, but his efforts in containing his emotions. Even though he may seem uncaring and rude, he is actually a softie especially towards his precious boss.

Reborn sits on Bianchi's shoulder, not a smirk in sight as he watches his unconscious student on mattress Leon. He tilts his yellow-striped fedora hat, shadowing his onyx eyes.

Bianchi merely sits on the couch like a statue, watching the teens before her through a pair of goggles. Her hands itch to rip the goggles off as they are bothering her, but for both Hayato and Reborn's sakes- mostly Reborn's, she will wear it.

Fuuta sits beside the unconscious brunette, fingering the soft and untamable hair. His hair shadows his eyes as tears well up. Kaa-chan, why did it have to be you? Why must the innocent always be the one getting caught and taken away? She didn't ask to be involved with the Mafia! A small hand on his cheek snaps him out of his depressing thoughts.

"Fuuta-nii, don't cry. Kaa-san would want you to be strong and not cry.."

Fuuta smiles a teary smile at his dear ototo. What would he do without him? Fuuta gathers the petite brunette into his arms, hugging him tight until Tsuna protests for air. Fuuta chuckles and pats Tsuna's hair.

"What would I do without you, Tsuna…"

Tsuna only smiles because he knows his onii-san doesn't need an answer. A family is bond that can never be severed. It only grows stronger as time passes. In a family, no one gets left behind.

Reborn, Bianchi and Tsuna's two best friends watch the bond between the two brothers with awe. Well, maybe only Gokudera and Yamamoto but you get what I mean.

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"Tsuna, wake up or you're going to be late for school!"

Fuuta stands at the bottom of the stairs, hands at his hips as his foot taps on the wooden floor. When an eerie silence from the floor above meets his sharp ears, he gets worried. I hope Tsuna isn't too depressed by Kaa-chan's kidnapping to go to school…

It's been three days since Nana's kidnapping and Tsuna has been moping around the house within the past 72 hours. Which is really out of character for the brunette. His brown hair is limp, like the ears of a sad puppy and his brown eyes seem to have lost their shine.

Gokudera is helpless with his precious Jyuudaime's depression, and Yamamoto seems to have lost the carefree smile and hearty laughter of his. Reborn hasn't been around the house, in search for clues and Bianchi's cooking has become even more poisonous. She's irritated that she is not allowed to remove the goggles unless she's alone, or when her brother is not around.

Fuuta sighs and climbs up the stairs to Tsuna's room. No child should be going through what he is going through right now. Fuuta knocks on the door, once then twice. There is no answer from the other side. Worried, negative thoughts immediately flood his mind.

What if he is in danger?

Frantic, Fuuta turns the knob of the door and pushes at the door when he finds it locked. He yells for Gokudera and Yamamoto as he knows they're around the house since they also haven't been to school.

Gokudera and Yamamoto appears in a blink of an eye and register Fuuta's frantic face. They've never seen such a face on Tsuna's elder brother as he is always composed and calm. Blinking out of their shock, they join in to help Fuuta. Their efforts are fruitless as they door does not budge an inch.

"Tsuna!"

"Jyuudaime!"

"TSUNA!"

"Oh, shut up! Let me handle this."

They freeze up and slowly turn around at the voice. Gokudera pales before fainting, clutching his stomach while Fuuta and Yamamoto stare at the massive cake in Bianchi's hands. Poisonous fumes are emitted from the purple cake, making them back away. As soon as they get away from the door, the purple cake comes flying past them- missing them by a millimeter

SPLAT! Sizzle.. Sizzle…

Yamamoto's usually tan face is as white as sheet and Fuuta is peeking from the gap between his fingers. They watch Tsuna's door sizzle and melt where the cake splattered as they reel in shock.

Ignoring the shell-shocked baseball fanatic and brother of Tsuna, Bianchi steps over her unconscious brother's body as she steps through the hole in the door. She inspects and narrows her eyes at the stack of things that are behind the door. Half of what used to be a study table and book shelves of manga sizzle as the poison melts everything in contact.

Bianchi searches the wardrobe and the bathroom for any signs of the brunette. Not finding any, she checks the bed. A small piece of paper on the bedside table catches her eye. Why is it that she is always finding notes?

Picking it up, Bianchi reads in and growls. The note in her hands crumple as her fists clench in anger and annoyance. That kid is always getting into trouble!

"Boys, we're going on a trip!"

The crumpled note flutters to the tatami floor.

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Dear everyone,

I'm sorry for not telling you and leaving abruptly. I have gone to search for Kaa-san's kidnappers. Don't look for me- I'll be fine. I found a lead to them and I couldn't sit at home doing nothing while Kaa-san is in danger.

Reborn, I won't regret this decision even if you decide to increase your Spartan training for me. My family is much more important. I'm not going to wait around until it's too late- not like last time.

-Tsuna

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Ohana means family, family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten.

-Lilo & Stitch

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