Tsuna watched the pristine Italian landscape pass by as the limo took him back to the hotel. So many things were going through his head at that moment. He didn't have the mindset to appreciate sitting in a vehicle most could only dream of. He sighed blearily and leaned back on the seat.

His father was hiding something. But what was it?

Tsuna was hoping to discover some information in this visit; however Iemitsu beat him to the punch. It wasn't going to be as easy as he first thought. He fingered the sunglass and the mask in his pocket.

Iemitsu wanted to conceal his identity. But... why?

Why was such ultra-modern security measures in such an old and dingy building intended for a construction company?

What were the hidden cameras protecting?

Why was everyone so well-dressed, save for his father?

Where were the construction materials?

So many 'why's and 'how's but no reply. Something was deeply wrong. And Tsuna was determined to find it out no matter what. The signal on his phone was back as soon as he stepped out of the building. He wondered how Iemitsu was talking even though his network was blocked?

He searched up the name of the construction company, but found nothing more than a barely-functioning website with crappy formatting. It was generic, boring, vague. Tsuna overrode the basic filter of the search engine and tried a variety of different ways in his phone, but all of the search results came up ineffective.

After he returned to the hotel, Tsuna opened his laptop. He initiated Tor and enabled his numerous anti-access blockers. Opening his favorite search engine which not only checked through the websites indexed, but also unindexed sites of the deep web, he typed the name of Iemitsu's company and pressed enter. Tsuna shook his head disappointedly as he read the results. Nothing useful.

His heart was pumping fast, and adrenaline coursed through his veins. Tsuna explored information centers on the darknets in hopes of turning up to something.

There was absolutely nothing.

Nothing to prove that 'Impresa Costruzioni Siciliana' was anything but an old, trivial, Italian construction company that his dad happened to be working at.

But it also didn't answer the very obvious factual inaccuracies.

Tsuna gritted his teeth in annoyance and forcibly shut off his laptop. He really missed Solare right now – that guy could've found the information for him in a matter of minutes. He remembered asking him for help on retrieving data from a 90's website which had been long since taken down from the servers. It took a fair bit of persuasion, but afterwards the information was in his pc in less than an hour.

"You know, you owe me a fair bit of Credits."

"Huh? Wait… wait wait WAIT IS THAT –"

"Yep."

"Did you really manage to get that? How!?"

"Don't ask for business tactics, idiot."

"OMG Thank you so much, Solare-san! Seriously you rock so much! You have no idea how much I love you right now!"

"Is it too late to say I added an unlock password to it?"

"Ahh don't worry, I'll crack it. Thank you again!"

"…And your PC will crash if you don't unlock it within five tries."

"Okay! On it!"

"God, can't you make it so that I bump into Solare-san here? Somehow? Some way?" Tsuna asked the air next to him miserably. "I don't know his name – heck, I don't even know what he looks like – but there has to be a way! I just… really miss him. And I wished I had someone to vent about all this. I can't tangle Takeshi into my family matters like this."

Looking at the clock, Tsuna was startled to find it was almost five in the afternoon. Had he really been spending such a long time in front of the computer? His stomach seemed to remember that it required food, and grumbled loudly. He wondered why his mother hadn't checked on him yet, but that was pretty common. Sighing, Tsuna exited out of Tor, stopped the VPN and cleared any remaining traces of his search history. He turned off his laptop, and placed it away before getting out of bed.

Just as his feet touched the ground, a sudden thought hit him like a ton of bricks.

What if the company never existed?

His eyes went wide with realization. The scenes from the morning played before his eyes with perfect clarity.

What if there was no information because such a company was just a façade for Iemitsu to fool Tsuna because he was being too inquisitive? Thinking logically, why after all these years of secrecy and lies – he would take Tsuna directly to his workplace?

And didn't… didn't 'Capo' mean Boss?

His father never claimed to be the boss of any company, small or otherwise. Tsuna felt sick to his guts. He cupped his hands to his face, and took fast, ragged breath as horrible realization dawned on him with complete certainty. He didn't waste another second. With lightning speed, he restarted his computer and connected to the encrypted network again. It didn't take very long this time.

The website was only created one day earlier.

His laptop dropped from his hands into the sheets, and Tsuna staggered back until his back touched the headstand. He was shaking all over, with so many emotions running throughout him.

Disbelief, fear, anger, sadness and… confusion.

"Oh no…" He whispered as tears fell down his cheek, "Why…?"

Tsuna clutched his chest tightly. It hurt so much that he thought he might get a heart attack any moment then. Forcing himself to painstakingly close the access route properly and clean his tracks once again, Tsuna drew the covers and huddled under it.

"What exactly is he doing…?"

His father was involved in illicit activities. It all made sense then. Never being home, lying, immense amount of money pouring in without a credible source – and finally, today's experience. Iemitsu didn't want others to recognize his son fearing for his safety. But he also couldn't prevent his anger. That's why he made Tsuna put on such a ridiculous costume. It explained all the security measures and hidden cameras.

Tsuna felt lost.

He felt… scared.

He didn't want to believe it.

He wanted to think it was all a lie – and his stupid, happy-go-lucky father really was a hardworking person who helped build homes and fix roads and oversee construction work. He just had the fault of forgetting his wife and son. Nothing else. He was a great man, just like Nana said.

But maybe he was wrong, he thought – maybe there was something off in his calculations – maybe he had stumbled upon the wrong website. It was certainly possible, right?

Tsuna wanted, no – needed answers. Right then.

Otherwise he was going to shatter.

He was going to go back to that day, four years ago – the day he had finally decided to take his own life.

Closing his eyes, Tsuna licked his dry, chapped lip. It's going to be okay. He told himself. I'm going to get through this.

Iemitsu returned around eight o' clock. He stank of asphalt, sweat and tar, and looked greasy and dirty. His boots were covered with dirt, which left muddy imprints around the main entrance. He grinned widely at his wife, who was reprimanding him for "wearing shoes inside and working so hard".

Tsuna stood further away, in front of the television, pretending to be engrossed in the Italian broadcasts while he observed the man by the corner of his eyes. His heart hammered away at his chest. Tsuna was afraid his father would hear it and know everything if he came any closer.

There it is.

Iemitsu was also holding an old, dusty laptop bag on his left hand. Tsuna forcefully averted his eyes, and decided to return to his room before it started to seem too suspicious.

"Ah, Tsuna!" Iemitsu called out. Black lines flared across Tsuna's vision as the world around him did a 360 degree turn.

Calm down. He's not going to know unless you tell him.

He slowly turned around. "What… what is it?" Tsuna asked.

Iemitsu observed him for a moment before breaking out in a smile again. "Haa, are you still angry at me, son? You didn't like my poor, tiny office, did you?" He asked.

"I-it's not that." Tsuna said, feeling his mouth being dangerously dry. "I was just… feeling tired, that's all."

Iemitsu hummed, shaking his head. "Must be the jet lag. I felt so bad when I first arrived here, you know? Why don't you sleep early tonight? Let's see if I can get room service for you." He said and then turned to Nana. "What about you, darling? Are you feeling well?"

"I'm always well if I'm with you!"

Tsuna seized this opportunity and walked as fast as possible to his room without breaking out in a run. He let out a deep breath of relief as he shut the door. Okay, I did great. For now.

After some minutes, there was a knock on the door. "Tsuna-fishy, what would you like for dinner?" Iemitsu asked loudly from the other side. Tsuna unlocked it and peered out. His father was on the phone with the room service. He blushed furiously at the outrageous nickname, even if the person on the line was unlikely to know Japanese. "A-anything is fine." He replied.

"Okay!" Iemitsu then ordered something in Italian, and ended the call. "The food will be there in fifteen minutes. So you can eat and go to sleep early. I and Nana will go enjoy a romantic dinner! Wouldn't we, darling?"

Tsuna nodded and went back inside. A smile crept on his as he realized his amazing chance to steal his father's laptop.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He wouldn't let it pass by.

Soon, there was a chime of the doorbell ringing, and his food arrived – delicious and steaming hot. Tsuna hadn't eaten anything in the whole day. He was frustrated, he was terrified, he was hungry - and now food had arrived he could hardly wait. He gratefully gobbled down the herb roasted chicken and lusciously soft, buttered focaccia with orange juice.

After he was done eating, Tsuna bid goodnight to his parents, turned off the room light and turned himself in bed as a precaution. He could hear the sound of Iemitsu and Nana conversing affectionately with each other. It hurt to hear them express their love. He wondered if he was… envious?

He was the product of their love, but oh-so unloved.

Not long after, he could hear the rustles and bustles as they dressed up and prepared to leave for dinner. Tsuna completely covered himself with the blanket and buried his head deep in the pillows. It was for good measure – the door to his room opened, flooding with the light from the living space and someone stepped inside silently.

Tsuna felt that person watching him, and automatically knew it was Iemitsu. He kept his eyes shut and stopped breathing. Goosebumps rose all over his skin.

"Honey? Let's go." Nana's voice resounded from far. There was no reply, but Tsuna heard soft tap-tap of shoes and his room fell dark as the door was shut. The main gate was locked then, and instantly Tsuna threw his covers off and sat up in frenzy.

He was checking if I was awake or not.

He picked up his glass and poured some water. Trembling, he brought the glass to his lips and drowned it in one go.

Should I… should I really do this? If he is actually engaged in illicit activities, is it safe for me to break into his laptop?

He inhaled deeply. He had to do this. There was no way he would be at peace without knowing the whole truth.

I can do this. This is the only thing I'm good at. I won't screw it up.

Exiting his room, Tsuna stood in front of his parents' bedroom with determination in his eyes.

Let's do this.

A/N: Hi guys! So this was one hell of a chapter, aaaand the biggest one up-to-date! I'm so excited. I really love the way the story's progressing, and I would also like to edit the earlier chapters to be a little more readable. Please forgive me for the computer gibberish which is overly dramatized and a little bit incorrect probably because I didn't do any research... sorry... T.T. I know you all got excited by seeing Reborn, but please wait a few more chapters for his glorious debut! Haha. Also, as you have probably noticed, the Arcobaleno are all in their adult forms. I made the characters a little bit OOC on purpose. But please let me know if it bothers you too much. Any kind of criticism is gladly appreciated. Thank you so much for all your love and support. Please keep supporting me, and leave a review if you'd like. It would mean a lot to me!