A lone figure sighed as they closed their eyes, the world around them faded as they stared blankly ahead. His fingertips ran across the smooth surface of his desk, leaving smudge marks, as he took hold his laptop and opened it. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he typed in the password and logged in. To him, the mafia brought forth a feeling of dread, always creating the unexpected no matter who you were. It always left a bitter taste in his mouth, beating him silently as he pushed through his treacherous life.

His life was a cold one, living alone as a result of his past mistakes which left him an orphan to only survive through his gut and will. Or at least whatever was left of it. Flashbacks from then played through his mind like a broken record, never leaving him despite it being a hazy remembrance. Shaking his head from those troubled thoughts, he skimmed through his applications as a projector played next to him, his fingers on the platform as he felt the words. After skimming through them all, he found nothing and logged off. Closing his laptop, he stood as he walked steadily to the fridge. His fingers felt for ingredients and grabbed what he needed, standing for only a minute to bask in the cool air that radiated from his fridge. His movements were soft and light as he moved throughout the kitchen to set up his late-night meal, the hour left his body feeling sluggish.

The apartment complex was silent as he worked aimlessly through his 'dinner', content with the soft clanks of the utensil and the light hum that waved calmly through his home. Sitting, he allowed himself to scan the room for anything but sensed nothing. Drumming his fingers against the countertop, the need to do something etched the back of his mind. Suddenly a soft pang recoiled in the back of his mind, something was going to happen, he thought as he closed his eyes.

"Who are you?"

His voice echoed throughout the still apartment as he felt an unfamiliar presence within his surroundings. His fingers trembled lightly against the spoon as his heart pounded against his ears, sounding loud despite his surroundings being quiet. A deep chuckle echoed the room, sending a shiver down his spine. Tsuna bit his lip as he pulled out a gun and pointed it towards the other's direction, feeling where the presence was strong. In the back of his mind, Tsuna was glad to have thought about keeping numerous weapons in concealed spaces. The unknown figure sat on the couch and stared at the young teen, his eyes glazed over the others figure, only to land on light caramel colored eyes. They took in on how the outer iris was decorated in a bright orange as it stared pointedly at him. Interesting, the man thought as he rolled a pacifier in his palm.

Tsuna inhaled deeply as he aimed the gun, his hand felt unsteady but found the ringing in the back of his head slow down, silently telling him the other was not a threat unless provoked. Slowly he lowered his gun and waited with bated breath. "What do you want," He said firmly, never letting his guard down.

He then flinched as he found the presence in front of him and he clenched his fist. The other leaned closer towards the others face and took in the wide-eyed expression. "You are indeed qualified to fit that roll."

"Why are you here?" Tsuna said once again, he eyes narrowed as he felt himself grow agitated. His body shook slightly as he felt the air shift, something telling him that the situation was off. The figure just smirked as he took in the tense boy before him. With the tilt of his hat, he rolled the pacifier on the table and watched the object moved towards the others hand. Tsuna felt something cold brush against his knuckles and hesitantly picked up the object. 'A pacifier?' he thought as he rolled the object between his fingers.

"I'm here to gather the world's strongest… I Prescelti Sette."

'The strongest seven, huh?' Tsuna thought as he placed the pacifier forward, moving his hands back, grabbing his utensil and lazily stirred the contents within the bowl. His mind running over the situation. " I Prescelti Sette," He said softly, looking up at the other.

"That's correct."

Tsuna frowned as he looked down, his brows furrowed as a frustrated sigh escaped his lips. Deep down his stomach churned, he knew whatever this was wouldn't end well. "I'm assuming this'll be a group assignment, am I wrong?" The other stayed silent as the clock ticked, echoing through the tense air. "That will be for another time, but for now, I'd like for you all to gather first." The man with the checkered hat took out a paper from his pocket and handed it to Tsuna. The brunette took a hold of the paper and ran his thumb over the bumps.

"Go here, and you'll be able to meet your companions." With that, the man left and Tsuna sat in his apartment in the cold. Oh, how he had a bad feeling about this.

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A/N: This is a little test to see if i could do this so sorry if it turns bad or good later on. Anyways R&R! It helps! Also tell me what you think about it so far, I'll be updating soon.

Revised: 11/5/19