There are a lot of misteries surrounding Tsuna and his friends. It's about time for Namimori to notice.
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Being the son of a rich guy is very hard, Osamu thought as he sipped his drink, feeling bitter despite the sweet taste in his tongue. Especially if said guy has connections to important people.
He observed his father's guests who all looked like they belonged under spotlight for their whole lives. Just from the way they talked, Osamu could see how big the roles they played in their line of business.
This was terribly nerve-wrecking.
As the only son, he carried the burden to inherit his father's company, which was why he was here now, in his father's parties, smiling to people who he never meet before, just for the sake of the so-called first impression.
It was easier said than done.
His mother had prepared the best tuxedo of the finest quality, Uncle Gin had send him tons of advice from America and Osamu had finished reading the 'How to build business relationship' book bought by his father.
And yet a minute into the party and he already freaked out, his mind blanked out and his uncle's world just melted to ground and never came to the surface.
He forced a smile as his father introduced him to another man, who seemed rather plain compared to the rest of the guests.
"Iemitsu, this is Osamu, my only son," his father said. He sounded rather proud, which didn't help the nervousness.
Still, Osamu didn't come here to embrass his father.
"My father talked a lot about you," he said smoothly and they shook hands.
"You bring your son, Jin?" Contrary to his rough looks, Iemitsu sounded very friendly and gentle. "I also bring my son. Come here, Tsuna."
His father's eyes lighted up. It was enough of a signal for Osamu. He needed to build a connection with Iemitsu's kid.
A brown-haired kid stepped up, he was so short and looked even more plain than his father, which made him almost blend in with the background. Osamu wouldn't have noticed him at all if he didn't speak up.
"It's nice to meet you, Kaneda-san," the boy who was probably around his age nodded at them, politely smiling in a kind of this-is-all-just-business way.
For a second, Osamu thought he had gone crazy. He blinked once, then twice when it didn't seem like his eyes working well yet.
But the kid who stood beside Iemitsu with his imposing figure was undoubtly Sawada Tsunayoshi. His messy grafity-defying hair was now combed smoothly and almost made him unrecognizable but the instant Osamu saw his face, he knew it was Dame-Tsuna who used to be the everyone's butt of joke.
The last time Osamu saw him, it was at their elementary graduation and Osamu had moved to a bigger city for better education.
Tsuna didn't change much. He was still shorter than average, even though he had certainly grown a few more inches in the three years they never met. Overall, he was more or less stayed the same.
And yet when Osamu looked into his brown eyes, he felt like something in Sawada Tsunayoshi had changed.
The momoment their parent left them alone, Osamu asked straight-forwardly. "You're Dame-Tsuna, aren't you?"
Connections be damned. There had to be some kind of mistakes.
Tsuna seemed surprised. "Did we go to the same school before?"
Unbelievable, this loser dare to forget his face!
Osamu glared, "What are you doing here?"
"Don't look at me like that," Tsuna rolled his eyes. Only then, Osamu noticed the smell of wine from his breath. "I wouldn't be here if I have my eyes but Reborn, that little shit-"
"Reborn?"
Osamu heard his father mentioned that name before. His father also very punctually added that Reborn was a very dangerous man and should be avoided at all cost.
Tsuna casually took a glass of wine from a passing waiter while Osamu stared at him, his jaw almost dropped.
He shook his head out of shock.
"How can you join this party anyway? Only important people can come here, unlike a useless good-for-nothing like you!"
Tsuna chuckled. "Good-for-nothing, eh?"
He sounded almost nostalgic.
Before Osamu could ask further, his already steered him away, bringing him to talk with other guests.
It only occured to him later after the party was over that Tsuna was the only son of the leader of that notorious CDEF.
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A/N: This is a translated and rewritten version of an Indonesian fic written by Ly15, a friend of mine. She stopped uploading fic to her account after graduating high school and aleady give me her permission for writing this one.