A/N: GREETINGS. READ. THANKS. Someone has asked me this before. Why does Lambo act like a brat when we see in the KHR series that when he changes places with his 10-year counterpart, he seems mature? As you know, in this series only seven years have passed. Thus Lambo and I-pin would most likely be only eleven turning twelve. As for him acting mature when he's fifteen, won't this incident of him propelling Tsuna to somewhere they don't know serve as a catalyst to his change three years later? Also, for those asking of Tsuna's age, he is only twenty-one, in this story, he only turned twenty-one. The First Vongola Famiglia are within the range of 24 to 26, ok? Please reread the first two chapters. I believe I made it clear there what Tsuna's and Giotto's ages would be.

And colbub, the Vagal Nerve could affect the heart but as was stated in Chapter Three, Tsuna's Vagal Nerve was only disturbed thus the effects on his body is non-threatening. His heart here is in perfect condition and Tsuna's constant sweating can be attributed to his anxiety of being in a whole different era alone with only his predecessors around. If I was in his position, I'd be fainting every time I see them. Haha ^^ anyway, if any of you have questions, feel free to ask. Will reply to comments after another chapter. For now, I'll rest. It's 5 a.m. here by the way haha so happy reading everyone!

Also, this is still uncertain but I might be on hiatus for the next five months or so but that is still not confirmed. Classes will be hectic for me this semester, my subjects are killers ugh with 21 units on the line, I can't afford to take chances but I still hope for your wondrous patience and beloved reviews. My muse will be locked up for the mean time. So as compensation, here's a long chapter for you guys.

Note: I know that in Japan they interchange the names such that instead of Lei Kira, it's Kira Lei. However, in this story, I will state the Italian names in proper order since the story takes place in Italy, ok? And so Aine Verona as stated in the previous chapter is the right order. In this case, Aine is her first name while Verona is her last name. But for Japanese names, it would be interchanged thus Sawada Tsuna would be written, instead of Tsuna Sawada.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR and its characters obviously.

"Verona, is this really necessary?" Giotto stared hard wanting to at least let the woman in front of him know that he was serious. He really was though, not that she cared anyway.

"Beautifying oneself is an intricate process, Primo." He sighed exasperated.

"But do you really have to lock him away in the West Wing?" Her heels clacked noiselessly against the marble floor. Her gaze swept around the room before settling on the male sitting at his desk.

"All preparations are in order, Primo. Your concern is unnecessary." Giotto sighed, defeated. It wasn't as if he could argue with her more than he had already. She was way too stubborn for her own good. Reaching for his tea, he sipped it quietly not bothered at the least that Verona stood at the far end of his study, what she did, he didn't know. He was too busy with his own work. Silence among them was natural as they've been together for as long as he could remember.

"Giotto…" He looked to the side and saw her looking outside the window, her expression listless and for some reason he understood why.

"The sudden rise in alliance has the other families on guard. This mission of yours might be the best course of action. However, true as it may be, remember that the enemy of your enemy is not your friend, Giotto. It is faulty reasoning to think otherwise." Her gaze met his and he nodded. He knew what she meant. It was an unspoken rule. In the mafia, no one is guaranteed to be on your side, ally and family alike. Friends even are out of the question. It was a test, an undeniable gamble of survival played among the Mafioso, one that has neither certainty nor revival. It was a one-hit chance. A mistake could bring about death and such chances were not what he's willing to take.

"I know, Aine…" He uttered silently using her given name; there was no need for formalities when in the privacy from prying eyes. Verona smiled wistfully. She shook her head and closed her eyes, her head resting on the windowsill as she stared at the ceiling.

"You were always a lucky child, Giotto." Said person stood from his feet, approaching her in measured steps, stopping a few feet away. He looked outside, assuming the same stance as hers. Within the confines of his study, no one needs to know and no pretences were needed to be held up, neither for him nor for her.

"Luck is very far from it. A curse maybe but as with this 'luck' you speak of, I highly doubt it." Her green eyes settled on his form but he paid it no heed. She was analysing him inside out, he knew that. It wasn't as if he could do anything about it. Thinking back, he had nothing to hide after all not when he always lay bare for her to see. It was that subtle connection, she always knew him best after all and vice versa. She was just like how she used to be. She was the supporting hold he had in this world, much like a child would to her mother.

"You give yourself a lot less credit than you should really have. That 'Hyper Intuition' of yours is a gift, remember that." It was the only thing in the world as far as they knew. It was heightened perception beyond comprehension especially for their current time when the bridled power of the mafia lay as myths to everyone outside their world.

"I wonder about that at times. It is never pleasant to be right all the time, Aine, remember that." She kept silent, a bit peeved that he threw her words back at her. She watched as he turned away, quietly donning his cape and walking towards the door. He reached for the knob and turned to her, his face impassive and back as it should be.

"It's almost time for lunch, we must go." She nodded and walked ahead of him as he opened the door. They walked in silence both engrossed in their own thoughts but Verona knew for a fact that not long now, something foreboding would be within reach. Though her intuition wasn't as potent as Giotto's, hers acting up only meant something will definitely go wrong. She stared intently at Giotto's back, dignified and confident and she hoped silently, it would stay that way.

…

The news offered to them in a silver platter was something they took harder than they thought. So far, it's been more than half a day since Tsuna disappeared and signs of him being found seemed to disappear in smokes once Lambo told of the hard, cold truth. Shamelessly, he was crying in Kyoko's arms and I-pin was with Haru just like years ago while Chrome sat quietly among them. The girls comforted them as much as they could and prayed that Tsuna would be safe and be returned to them soon.

"This is not looking good. From what I know, if Tsuna doesn't return within the allotted time, he might be stuck in that unknown era forever." Shoichi Irie scratched his head furiously, his stomach once again starting to hurt. Even years of being in the mafia still didn't alleviate his panic attacks.

"Tsuna's already gone way past the allotted time of five minutes, how is this any different?" Ryohei stood and walked towards them. It wasn't lost to them how he already dropped the 'extreme' he seemed to be fond of. His eyebrows were furrowed and his shoulders tense and it didn't take a genius such as either mechanic to figure out how serious he was.

"After effects could be unpredictable, no case like this has come to our attention before. And this case is much different than the Millefore's since we have control over the machine. The Ten-Year Bazooka, however, is unstable and likely to alter time at different intervals." Spanner recited dutifully as his eyes stayed glued to the computer screen. Ryohei clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, even with all the incomprehensible gibberish they were spouting; he could read their body language quite clearly. Being used to training the body, he could sense someone's mood just by analysing how their body moves. And right now with Irie's shaky countenance and Spanner's stiff form, he could understand well that the situation is turning for the worst.

"And that means?" Spanner's eyes met his dead on and somehow, Ryohei knew he wouldn't like what he would hear next.

"It means Sun Guardian, we have no means of finding the Vongola." And for once when he could be right, Sasagawa Ryohei wanted to punch something into nothing.

…

If he had his voice right now, he would be screeching like a banshee and while at it, pulling his hair off his scalp out of pure frustration. But he couldn't do that, now could he? Turn after turn, he had to reacquaint himself with countless dresses and gowns which for the life of him didn't understand why they fit him perfectly in the first place.

A grown man such as himself shouldn't be wearing dresses much less ball gowns fit for royalty. He was a man for goodness' sake! That minuscule detail was lost to him once he agreed to this mission and maybe he already lost it way before this happened. Maybe it was the time he met Reborn, all pride and everything in between shattered to smithereens.

He sat quietly as he watched the once intimidating lady flounce around the room with obvious frustration. Her mouth was upturned downwards showing her displeasure and annoyance with the current situation. And why you ask? Well, as much as he fit, he gagged inwardly at this, the hideous things; there was not one she was satisfied with. And he had to leave for the mission in a few hours' time which was definitely not good.

Somehow, Tsuna was confident about this. With all the training he was put through by Reborn in all different situations, he could say that he'll definitely be able to pull this off. That and the sudden isolation he had to endure for the past three days in the West Wing of the Vongola Manor via Verona's orders. He was taught etiquette with precision and high society mannerisms from start to finish.

He had to pretend that he didn't know anything when in fact, every rule and actions for such things were drilled in his memory. He can't risk having Giotto's cousin suspecting anything not that they didn't already since that incident in the Giotto's office days before. For the most part, he actually enjoyed Verona's presence; she reminded him of Kurokawa Hana who thankfully was engaged to his Sun Guardian.

With all the spite and wittiness hidden beneath her beauty, she had a soft side towards the people she cared for though she showed it through sarcasm and glares. No matter how mismatched it would seem, he personally believed that Hana and Ryohei fit each other perfectly. He smiled softly to himself. Yeah, perfect for each other. Too lost in his thoughts, he failed to realize he was being watched. Forest, green eyes narrowed considerably as the owner of said eyes analysed the brunette's features.

"Tsuna…" His ears perked up and he stared questioningly at Verona.

"Why don't you choose among these?" She gestured towards the countless dresses laid before him and he stared unsurely. Verona sat beside him, her gaze fixed on the dresses at the far end of the room.

"Tell me, Tsuna. Is there a particular color you find captivating?" His first instinct would be is to say 'orange' but somehow she was ahead of him.

"Not the color you like, Tsuna. The color I want you tell me is the one you are drawn to, no matter the circumstances." Drawn to? He turned his gaze back at the dresses before standing up. If he was asked then there's only one thing that he could say definitely. Eerily, glowing eyes beneath the canopy trees one windy day flashed in his mind suddenly making him stop abruptly, his hands feeling soft satin. He looked down surprised and he found himself staring at the gown under his fingertips. Has he tried this one before? His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he felt Verona behind him.

"We have a winner then. We don't have time, Tsuna. Let us make haste." He nodded numbly, his eyes still glued on the piece he unconsciously chose. Why did he choose that?

…

"Would you extremely stop that?" G bristled visibly as he stopped walking in circles. He glared menacingly at the idiot who had the gall to stop him. Knuckle flinched and he knew if glares could kill, he'd be dead ten times over right now. But who wouldn't want him to stop? For an hour, they've been waiting for Tsuna to come down as Verona promised but for an hour, no signs of Tsuna could be found. The mission would be delayed if they kept this up.

Added to that, Tsuna's missing presence for the past days had them on edge and even for someone as detached as G, his reaction wasn't surprising. But if he kept walking around like some mindless fool, people will pay for the consequences. Knuckle could swear that Alaude was itching towards his handcuffs and Giotto had his hand on his vest, very near to his gloves he would say. A combination of his boss' and Alaude's anger were never a good combination, never has and never will.

"G, calm down. Tsuna would be down any minute now." Asari tried to pacify the irate Thunder Guardian but the key word here was tried. G only glared and clenched his fists.

"That's it! That she-devil should know better than delay a mission! I'm dragging the brat out whether she likes it or not!" He stomped towards the marbled stairs, his goal set in mind. He felt his anger and frustration creeping in and he looked up wanting to get this over with only to have his breath caught in his throat, literally. The she-devil smirked down at him and he could swear he found himself shaking.

"Would you be so kind as to repeat what you said, G?" He shook his head quickly and went down the stairs hurriedly. He did not want to die yet, thank you very much. Verona followed him leisurely, her smirk still in place as her feet graced the last step. Giotto approached her and she knew he was already agitated.

"Where is Tsuna, Verona? It's way past the time you promised." He was getting restless and from the way she appraised him with indifference, Verona knew as well. As much as his image demands him to be composed, he felt it crumbling away whenever the brunette was concerned. It was disconcerting but hey to his defence, his Guardians felt the same way. Well, maybe not for Daemon though.

"He's already done but it seems that he doesn't want to move. He's embarrassed, Giotto though I'm wondering why when he looks like that. Why don't you bring him down? He's in my room." He didn't need any other prompting, he turned to them, his lips set in a grim line.

"G, have the carriage ready. Alaude, wait there while I fetch Tsuna." Both Guardians nodded and he was on his way upstairs. What did Verona do this time? Did Tsuna look that repulsive that he himself didn't want to move? Impossible. On his own, even without the 'beautifying' as Verona mentioned, Tsuna possessed fine features, beautiful even, not that he'd ever admit it out loud. He stopped before Verona's temporary quarters, knocking twice before opening the door.

"Tsuna? What's wr-" Clad in white, Tsuna turned to him with wide eyes, surprised at his intrusion. He looked unsure and only now did Giotto realize what Verona meant. Why should Tsuna be embarrassed when he looks like that?

…

Everyone stared aghast as Lambo flew a few meters away. The girls, too shocked to move, stared with wide eyes as black met their vision. Cold, steel eyes surveyed the surroundings, his aura flaring in purple flames.

"H-Hibari, what the hell?" Gokudera stood on his feet as he watched the stupid cow sit upright, tears of pain in his eyes. He looked back at the irate Guardian, his anger palpable in the air.

"For having caused this, I will bite you to death." He glared ominously, his cold eyes glinting in the light. Ryohei stared grimly. Out of all the times Hibari could have returned, why of all times when Spanner uttered those dreadful words? The Cloud Guardian always did have impeccable timing from then till now. Quickly, he stood in his way. He knew he won't stop until he killed Lambo and they can't crumble now. Not when Tsuna is still lost to them.

"Maa Hibari! You have to stop this to the extreme!" Hibari's steel eyes settled on him and he watched as his tonfas were pulled from behind, now ready to fight.

"So, it's you first? No matter, I'll still bite you to death." He smirked as if delighted at the prospect of just that and Ryohei's eyes narrowed. With his fists raised in front of his face, he stood his ground. After seven years, he knew that even with all the training, he wouldn't be able to beat Hibari but he could still hold his own. He pulled his right hand back, ready to strike the oncoming tonfa when a gunshot was fired. They stopped abruptly having to evade the bullet shot in between. Reborn stood amidst them, his own aura flaring.

"I leave you all for half a day and this happens?" Reborn stared at them coolly, his question uttered calmly yet they knew he was furious.

"If you want to kill each other, do it outside not here." Everyone stayed still even Hibari had his tonfas hidden once again. It would do no good to die today. They watched silently as Reborn approached the lone mechanics at the middle of the room, his onyx eyes boring holes into their stiffened forms.

"Spanner, Irie, contact the medic ward, have your previous boss come here." They stared dumbfounded, was Reborn saying what they think he's saying?

"We have to call who?" It was surprising really that it was Irie who asked because Spanner was too lost for words. Reborn looked back, his gaze penetrating and promised hell if they didn't obey soon.

"I said call Byakuran right this instant."

…

"What the….hell?" G could say that he hadn't experienced things that would surprise him shitless and he swore that he wouldn't be taken off guard but he was absolutely wrong. He felt his jaw slacken as he stared at the brunette walking down the stairs. Was that Tsuna? No, that can't be but it was blaringly obvious since the one holding 'her' hand leading 'her' down was his boss. He knew the others felt the same because he knew Knuckle looked like he was constipated while Asari's eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Now, that wasn't a pretty image.

"He's fine, isn't he?" Verona quipped from his side and she grinned when all she received were stupefied nods. Who wouldn't be? Even she herself was stumped momentarily when she was done. She looked up and examined her masterpiece once again.

Tsuna's ensemble was of white cotton and fluffed fabric likening the piece to a million feathers adorning every inch of the gown. His gown was strapless leaving his shoulders and collarbone bare. The tube bodice hugged his front to the waist before pooling at his hips. The bodice was made of fur-lined wool thus its thickness provided enough cover to convince people that Tsuna had breasts though she stuffed it for good measure. His gown was of the purest white, the belt just before the dress pooled around him was of ivory instead of wool and extended till his ankles, glinting slightly with its silky imagery. The white, woollen finery that ended at his shins, parted in the middle revealing another part of the gown.

Beneath the white, woollen fabric was of satin and silk, shimmering blue in the light. The sky blue sheen of the fabric was highlighted by the white fabric above it making it seem as if it was flowing every time Tsuna moved. The gown she admits was beautiful though a bit simple in design, it was akin to pure snow over the endless ocean. The many fabrics it possessed made up for its lack in grandeur, that's why a petticoat was already unnecessary. Tsuna's long hair flowed around him in thick locks, a few braided with jewelled pins in between and tucked behind his ears.

He wore her finest Victorian shoes, ones of pure white tailored with embroidered sequins. As the finishing piece, she adorned Tsuna's neck and frail wrists with sky blue sapphires; his ears with tear drop earrings and his forefinger with the same sapphires that adorned his neck and wrists. White laced gloves graced his hands and arms.

A taint of rose pink on the lips and a touch of coloring for the eyes and he was perfect. She had to admit, Tsuna had fine tastes for having chosen that gown among others. White and blue seemed to suit his skin flawlessly. He glowed brilliantly even from a distance and she knew with just a glance that he would make a grand show later at the ball. And with his innocent features, he'd attract men like bees to honey. Giotto's Guardians would be having a hard time later on.

She smiled contentedly to herself, she did an outstanding job if she would say so herself. She would even dare say that Tsuna looked more beautiful than her in spite of being a woman herself though her cousin would dare argue. Her gaze settled on said cousin and she smiled wistfully. Giotto was really too easy to read.

"I would advise each of you to compose yourselves, gentlemen. Gawking is horridly undignified." Her words tinkled in the air and everyone in the vicinity shook their heads to rid them of the surprise brought about by Tsuna's transformation or metamorphosis as Verona would say. She walked towards Tsuna and smiled slightly.

"Alaude's already waiting outside. Are you ready?" Tsuna nodded slightly, still dazed with all that he went through. Verona was a very detailed woman and that he was sure of. He couldn't even look at the mirror without turning away in embarrassment. How is it possible that he could look like that? He can't even recognize himself that it was scary. He trembled slightly and suddenly he realized that maybe that it wasn't a good thing he did. Giotto was staring at him worriedly yet that abhorred smile was on his lips again just like that day he ate on his bed.

"Are you cold, Tsuna?" His words were oddly softer than usual and it sounded smoother than commonplace. He felt his face heating up, why did he have to look like that? He shook his head quickly. Giotto smiled once again before leading him outside, his hand still held in his. He could walk on his own yet Giotto didn't let go if anything his hold only tightened when he tried to pull his hand back. Giotto stopped momentarily; he turned around and stared at the people left.

"G, Asari, help prepare Verona and her people for their departure tomorrow. Knuckle, check on Lampo's progress." They nodded and dispersed silently leaving him alone with his supposed predecessor. It was awkward really, in Giotto's presence he always found himself at a loss for words not that he could speak in the first place. Until now he still couldn't figure out why. Was it fear? Anxiety? He shook his head slightly at this. It wasn't those but what?

"Tsuna…" His ears perked up and turned toward Giotto. He didn't even realize they were outside already and from his peripheral vision, a carriage was a few meters away. Well, this was four hundred years in the past. No modern cars existed during this time.

"Forgive me for having you caught up in this." Giotto stopped walking and so did he. His sky, blue eyes stared at him and Tsuna stared back confused as to why he needed to apologize. Tsuna shook his head and smiled, trying to reassure him that it wasn't his fault. It was his decision after all. Giotto smiled in return.

"Alaude and Daemon will protect you at all costs that's why you mustn't stray from their side." Giotto warned and he nodded in response.

"Don't hesitate to have either of my Guardians hurt anyone who does anything inappropriate to you." Tsuna nodded obediently, his eyes shining determinedly. Giotto's eyes softened and gently, he cupped Tsuna's cheek.

"You have to come back safe and sound, alright Tsuna?" Said person nodded once again and somehow some of the worry he was feeling seemed to alleviate slightly. As much as he didn't want him to get involved, he had no other alternative. Brushing away a strand of brown hair, he smiled one last time before leaning in; his lips touching Tsuna's cheek lightly. He pulled back and watched as red bloomed on the brunette's cheeks. He chuckled slightly to himself.

"Arrivederci, Tsuna."

…

"Hmm? You need my help, Shou-chan?" Mauve eyes opened abruptly, that ever present smile plastered on his lips.

"Reborn wants you in our base as soon as possible, Byakuran-san." Taking his clothes from the rack, he took off his shirt, donning on his uniform as he listened to Shoichi through the intercom.

"Care to tell me what it's about, Shou-chan?" A pause on the other line and he wondered if the mechanic hung up.

"It's about Tsuna." His hands stopped buttoning his shirt, his eyes flashing for a second.

"Hmm…Tsunayoshi-kun, huh? I'll be there in an hour." Pressing the intercom off, he walked outside his room. His smile widening as he went outside. It seems like he would be reunited with a few interesting things for a while.

…

"Set your mind at ease. It will be fine." In the darkness of the carriage, Alaude's words floated in his ears. Tsuna looked up surprised, how did he know? As if hearing his unspoken question, the First Cloud Guardian's gaze settled on his.

"You're shaking, Tsuna. It won't do any good if you get shaken." Gingerly, Tsuna slid his hands in his cloak. He was nervous, more than that he was panicking inside. He didn't know anything about this era. Their enemies, it seems were formidable and without knowledge of them, he found himself unsure. More than that, he is unable to fight not that he couldn't but he can't. Sure, he had his rings with him but the risk of being found out is too great. Cupping his leg slightly, he comforted himself with the fact that the pouch tied to his thigh given by Verona was in place. For this mission, she gave him a poisoned knife and sleeping fumes in case of an emergency and with those were his rings.

"Daemon Spade and I would be with you so ease your worries." The way Alaude said the First Mist Guardian's name was as if he was poisoned and unknowingly he laughed silently. Reaching forward, Tsuna took hold of Alaude's hands getting his attention immediately and he uttered soundlessly.

"Grazie, Alaude." He nodded in response and Tsuna let go. The carriage was slowing down, he could feel it somehow. They were nearing and any moment now, they would be at their destination. The ball was designated to be at seven in the evening and with the inky darkness he could see from the window, he knew it was way past seven.

The neigh of the horses signalled their arrival and he clutched his white cloak tight. His cloak provided by Verona bore the Vento Famiglia's insignia on the back and so did the crest on Alaude's left breast pocket. It would seem it wasn't only him who was given clothing though Alaude looked sharp and would surely capture women's eyes with his dashing looks. Along with his tailored suit, he made for a deadly combination.

Tsuna could picture him as one of those princes in the fairy tale books which he was forced to read because as Reborn says, "A mafia boss must know everything." The carriage door opened and the foot man bowed low, he blushed in embarrassment at the gesture though it was hidden behind his cloak. He still can't get used to all this forms of respect even as the Decimo of his time. Alaude went down first and presented his hand towards him. Without further delay, he took the offered hand and carefully went down, keeping his grace intact.

"Keep close to me, Noelia." Tsuna nodded as he clutched Alaude's arm, remembering his alias for this mission. He would be Noelia Verona, a distant relative of the current head of the Vento Famiglia while Alaude was his—he blushed at this, husband per say. They would pose as a newly married couple with Alaude being Carlo Verona from the main family of the Vento Famiglia, Aine Verona's cousin. Carlo Verona is still unknown among their people since he's hidden himself mostly. It is true though that such a person as Carlo Verona exists yet through secrecy no one has yet to know his true identity. Now, as pretence, Carlo Verona would appear before everyone for the first time.

Tsuna found it strange to have relatives intermarry but as Verona said, it was common practice among nobles even in the mafia. The large double doors loomed ahead and with it, his heart beat accelerated with every step. Without intending to, his arms which were wrapped around Alaude's left arm tightened and to his surprise, Alaude's free hand settled on his. He looked up at Alaude yet his gaze was set before them, focusing on the entrance.

"Just be yourself, Noelia and you'll be fine." Albeit still shaken, Tsuna nodded and took a deep breath. If he mess this up, his predecessors would pay the price and he can't have that. Closing his eyes for a second though his steps didn't falter, he calmed his senses just like what he was taught. Quietly, he recalled Verona's instructions.

"Walk with pride, Tsuna. Though the Vento Famiglia consists mostly of women, we hold pride in our power and influence around the world. My father has imposed our Famiglia within the confines of the mafia and it will stay that way permanently." Verona paused as she took hold of a few of his hair.

"The things I taught you; surpass them and exude your character beyond the norm. I am a prideful human, Tsuna and though that may be true, I can identify potential and admit it to one's person. And I will bet my life that that potential I'm looking for is something you so easily possess." She settled her hands on his shoulders and stared intensely at his eyes through the mirror in front of him.

"Do not let them intimidate you, Tsuna. Once you set foot in their domain, you will be Noelia Verona, a woman respected and loved by her peers. Confident and certain though mute; you will show them how powerful you are with just a glance of your eyes and a glimpse of your looks." Tsuna nodded tentatively and Verona smiled slightly.

"Charisma is the key, Tsuna. No man can deny an asset such as that. Though men are prejudiced against us women, one seemingly unattainable will ignite their desire to dominate. And posing as someone who was recently married, it would caress their pride to be able to snag something forbidden." Sapphires of the most brilliant shade of blue shone on his neck as Verona clasped the necklace from the back and he stared at himself.

"Do not let fear consume you. No one can touch you. No one, remember that, Tsuna." He nodded and within the confines of his mind, Tsuna wondered if he heard something similar before.

His brown, doe-eyes opened abruptly as Alaude stopped in his tracks. Countless mingling individuals were just below them. They would be going down soon and another deep breath, he was ready. They stood beside the waiting man to whom Alaude handed their coat and cloak to. He was ready to announce their arrival and both he and Alaude stood still hidden by the shadows as they awaited their turn to go down and be known. No, it was his turn to prove himself worthy to his predecessors.

"Carlo Verona and Noelia Verona of the Vento Famiglia have arrived."

Mission starts next chapter! Excited for it? Haha I am! So please don't forget to R&R! (^o^)