It's freshly written. As fresh as a bread that just came out of the oven so be careful because it's hot. AKA, I did a very quick look at this and post it without rechecking everything properly.

No Beta and English is not my first language.

Heavily inspired and based on "When Does a Saint Become a Monster" by pheathers.


Mochida Kensuke is an Executive Assistant in Vongola.

He's not proud of it.

Let's trace the story much further to the past. Back when he's still in high school- no, perhaps even further back, when he's still in middle school, second year.

He is not anyone with an upstanding background. Other than the fact that the Mochida Family had histories back in the past, Kensuke had nothing to do with it. The only thing that stands out from him is that he's the captain of Kendo club despite it being only his second year. That, and he had an obvious crush on an underclassmen that is very popular in his school and tried to rig a match against another underclassmen that had zero physical ability in order to impress his crush but ended up having all of his hair ripen out when his opponent suddenly went ballistic.

He had been humiliated so much because of that but he also recognizes his own fault for blindly holding a grudge on the underclassmen. One and a half year after that, Kensuke tried his best to ignore said underclassmen named Sawada Tsunayoshi, also known as Dame-Tsuna. Truth to be told, after that fight, Kensuke doesn't understand what makes him to be called useless. Crazy would match him better.

Putting that embarrassing part of his life aside, fast forward, Kensuke made his worst mistake just not long after he graduated from high school. His parents have been trying to get him enrolling into college but Kensuke was stubborn and naïve. He wanted to make a living with his sword but his lack of the achievement and talent made him unable to be accepted into Kendo school and Jodo, not to mention that he's from a small, backwater place like Namimori or that his family is not rich enough to pay the tuition.

That time, his circle of friends wasn't the best. It hasn't been the best for a long time. Contrary to popular belief, teenagers in small town often felt suffocated and stray into the wrong path if they're not depressed and suicidal. Most of them were desperate to get out of their hometown as they age because the parents are old-fashioned and they dream of the freedom that they heard in big cities. Some of them succeeded, some of them failed and gave up, some of them failed and used the desperate route of demon whispers.

Kensuke belonged to the latter. He was soon dragged down into the spiral of darkness he never thought existed in this world and could not crawl out even if he's allowed to do that. He could not understand how his friends that brought him along had thrived. But he does know they are now beyond pathetic, which makes Kensuke wonder is there any better of being like that rather than trapped in their hometown. At least back then he had parents that loved him then it dawned upon him. They don't have that. They don't have the privileges he had and have to swim through this mass of madness, desperation, and shitty thing they call life. And yet Kensuke had whined on them when he's the one that stupidly throw away what he had to go down this route.

Though, apparently Kensuke's luck did not run out. The one that helped him from doing dirty jobs with the slums and thugs that gave him barely enough pay even though he had risked his life every day was the star student back in his middle school, Yamamoto Takeshi. He had been surprised to know that such bright students are also in this god-awful part of the world but then he also remembered how he tried to take his own life by jumping off the school roof in bright daylight. Everyone had quickly brushed it off because who didn't think of that at some point in his life? And the fact that mental health is very much dismissed to the point of non-existent so people just assume it as a phase.

But what surprised him more is that he belongs to the higher hierarchy. The thing about the underworld that Kensuke had learned, is that the way to climb up is through power, the power to take over not just strength but the ability to shut mindless brain-dead mobs in a way or that you are already there in the first place. Kensuke wonders which one is Yamamoto Takeshi because he's so young. A small part of his jealous brain whispers that he's just salty that someone younger than him lived such a different life when they start not all different from Namimori. Kensuke did not argue with that.

Yamamoto – just call me Takeshi, senpai – helped him to enter a famiglia called Vongola. Before it was the Yakuza, now the Mafia. It's the same, one could argue, Kensuke looked at the amount of the recruits, gulped, and screamed internally. How in the world is it the same? Did he mention that it's just the recruits from Japan?

Vongola, the largest and the most influential famiglia in the mafia, headquarter located in Sicily, Italy, obviously. It was an understatement to say that Kensuke did not shit his pants and cried how in the hell Takeshi had connection to such a big famiglia to the point he could put Kensuke at the recruit list when all of the other people had undergone years of training just to get it. The thing is, other than the time he offered a hand to him, Kensuke had not meet Takeshi or had any contact with him again and it'll be suicidal for him to go around asking people in there about him.

Just what in the world he involved himself into now?

At least he had proper attire and food now. Far too luxurious in fact.

Since he had taken the chance, Kensuke might as well do his best at his new job. Though first, he has to pass this and officially become a new recruit. The judges and instructors who are foreigners, speaking in broken Japanese and had a large build and intimidating scare the shit out of Kensuke though. Some of them are almost 3 times bigger than him so spare him on this!

Kensuke passed it. It's some kind witchery miracle and sheer luck. That or perhaps Takeshi did something because the one that brought him his things and assigned him to posts was him. He then saw how those instructors lowered their eyes and bowed at Takeshi, who in return simply waves them off with ease. He's used to this. Kensuke made a conclusion there and then that he belongs to the latter and refuses to believe otherwise. Because of this he tried to think back to trace the time period when he was suddenly involved into the mafia. He drew blanks and did not think of it any further.

Fast forward, Kensuke found the answer. It clicked into his head as he think of how stupid he is because of how obvious it was.

He worked as lower echelon for a few years and managed to climb his way to finally being transferred to the headquarter, Sicily. When he heard of this, part of Kensuke sighed in relief that it wasn't any unknown place so that he had to cram to learn the language as fast as he could yet at the same time he dreaded going there. After working for a rather long time- he thinks it's a rather long time but some would scoff and butcher him for being arrogant – Kensuke doesn't even know the name of their don. All he knows is people call him Vongola Decimo which actually means Vongola Tenth and it did not tell him anything.

There are quite a few rumors. By saying that, there's tons of it that Kensuke doesn't even bother to hear anymore. Well, such a famous person would obviously have many mouths and eyes to look at and judge whatever he's doing. Not that it's any of his problems. Until it is.

When he reaches the headquarters, Kensuke fails to keep his reaction in check and gapes at how large it is. It's basically a castle. It was embarrassing but the other member that transferred in wasn't doing any better so it made Kensuke feel better. There's even someone who gasps, earning a glare from their superior that escorted them. But truly, it was very tremendous from the front, not to mention its inside. Kensuke might die if he tried to run a lap around the – manor they said.

Contrary to his thought, inside the manor was quiet. The number of workers was less than he thought there would be. The inside was almost as if no one had actually used or lived in it even though he heard the Decimo and his guardians live here.

When he was assigned a post, the butler led him away from his group, and walked even further inside the manor. Even further that Kensuke starts sweating bullets because he's not someone supposed to be or even step into here.

They stop in front of the largest door Kensuke had ever seen in his life. He thought this would be the meeting room or something if not for the large X on the door, which worked as the handle. The butler did not knock and simply stood before it. Just when Kensuke started wondering, a silk, smooth voice spoke through the door, telling them to enter.

Inside, the figure in the middle of the room, sitting in a mahogany table filled with numerous papers, was someone he knew in the far back of his memory that he never thought would meet again, much less in a place like this. It was Sawada Tsunayoshi, the underclassmen that he tried to humiliate in order to impress his crush.

The butler gave a low bow and exited the room swiftly when he was dismissed with a wave of hand and a smile.

Oh no, oh shit. Kensuke's very parts of body vibrate and tell him that the person before him is important, very important. And dangerous. Kensuke, as stealthy as he could, sucked in a breath. He felt one wrong move and he'll be dead on the floor that instant.

He was so drawn to the person in the middle that he doesn't even notice there's someone else until he clears his throat. Kensuke paled and straightened his body.

"Kensuke Mochida, sir." He swiftly introduces himself then bowed just like the butler did.

The other person, an Italian that seemed to be in his forty, brandishing a styled and expensive suit, narrowed his eyes on him disapprovingly. That is very bad news.

Nevertheless, he speaks nothing of him. The person in the middle, Sawada, had torn his attention away from his paper and looked at him with his head leaning onto his hand.

"You will now be assigned as the Executive Assistant. From now on, you will answer to the word of Decimo."

Decimo. The Vongola Decimo he said. Sawada Tsunayoshi is. Of course he is. Then there's a high chance that Takeshi is one of the guardians as he thought back of the words at how the star student suddenly started hanging out- following Sawada around. Had it started even far back then? Now come to think of it, there's also a transfer student from Italy. Kensuke wants to slap himself.

"Yes, sir!" Kensuke answered as those thoughts rushed in within milliseconds. Sawa- Decimo smiled at him for some reason. Hopefully, very hopefully, he's not someone to hold a grudge of the past. Though the very thing that he's assigned to Executive Assistant all of sudden is suspicious in the first place.

"Don't mess up." He gained a chilling glare.

"He would do a good job, wouldn't you, Kensuke?"

Kensuke stumbled on his word for a second. "Yes!"

He glances at Decimo then back to Kensuke. "Pardon my rudeness, do you…perhaps know this person, Decimo?"

"Of course! We went to the same middle school, isn't that right, senior?" The last bit was spoken in Japanese, making Kensuke tense even more.

"I am honored you remember this measly underling, Decimo!"

Decimo let out a chuckle then looked at the man with a glimmer in his eyes. The man made a slightly troubled look before glare at Kensuke again.

"You will be briefed with the butler that escorts you here earlier."

He was dismissed soon after that. While briefing on what he'll be doing, Kensuke instantly understands.

He said before, there's a lot of things going around about Decimo and his guardians. The most recent thing is that they went into a fight.

The Executive Assistant position did not exist in the first place. The job that entailed inside, formerly belonged to the right hand of Decimo with the help of numerous other workers that would be below them. And the right hand man of Decimo was the Storm guardian. Because of the break up- or whatever that is happening within them, the jobs that belonged to him now were left empty and so he was the person that was chosen by Decimo to fill the place. Keyword, chosen by Decimo. Perhaps he did hold a grudge.

And with all that fare, all Kensuke was told to do, was become an errand boy and organize documents, take calls, oversee things that went into the mansion and report it to Decimo. Now while he might've very much underestimated what his job entailed because he had never felt so tired after his first day, it was truly not what Executive Assistant is just about. He searched it up, thank you very much.

What he handled was the hand off job from the Storm guardian. Most of the official job is still handled by him. And so, in summary, his job is to simply bear the title. For what reason, Kensuke isn't that keen to know. What he knows now is he had a very high paid job, in exchange for being in a very tight situation.

He unexpectedly had to spend quite a lot of time around Decimo. They did not talk about anything but business related and Kensuke is relieved by that. It would be so awkward if he started to ask about Kensuke personally. He's nothing but a lowly worker in this situation after all.

Around that time, he had seen what kind of Decimo Sawada Tsunayoshi was. Most of the time, the smile always existed in his face but there was no emotion in it. Just pleasantries or a form of threat that send chills down to people especially when there's blood on it.

Having to work dirty around the mafia, Kensuke is no stranger to blood. But the amount of it coat around Decimo every time he's back from his schedule, meeting enemies, was unadulterated nauseating. And it's getting more and more each time.

He had also seen most of the guardians.

The Storm guardian, Gokudera Hayato, glared at him the first moment they met each other when he was sorting the paperworks. It was kind of figured out but what surprised him is that he was a transfer student from Italy back then – perhaps maybe not so much. Actually, the whole tenth generation surprises him because all of them were young, so young and all of them were someone he knew, at least to some extent.

Yamamoto simply nods at him once when they met again then he's just some worker on the manor. In a way, Kensuke felt that perhaps he had regretted helping him enter Vongola back then with his cold eyes glaze over him heatedly.

The Sun is Sasagawa Ryohei, older brother of the crush he had on. Kensuke was very nervous when he was within his vicinity because he sure is going to be killed if he notices who he is because he knows well how much Sasagawa treasures his sister.

The Mist was someone he doesn't really know but he remembers people talking about a new female transfer student around his third grade. Then again, there are suspiciously a lot of transfer students in their years. He did not know it was Mists until people asked him for two different names that seemed to be just backwards from each other.

The Lightning is a kid. A kid. He's not even 17 yet. He heard of Bovino so it kind of makes sense since he's mafia born but goodness to be in such a position at such a young age. Then again, apparently Decimo was suddenly forced into the position of heir alongside with the VARIA leader, Xanxus at 12.

Then there's the Cloud, which is Hibari Kyoya standing in the corridor in his glory, glare down at him. Kensuke paled and gaped as he almost bumped into him since he was carrying a lot of things but goodness gracious, he did not say anything but walked away. It wasn't his day to die yet. He immediately made note of not going anywhere close to the Cloud area.

Decimo and his guardians' relationship…are confusing to an outsider like him. One moment they would be distant, putting noticeable walls around them yet looking at each other so fondly and longingly. He sometimes sees them pulling each other into a hug, snuggling as the guardians had a very pained look in their face and torn between melting into the hug or tensing at it while Decimo's smile becomes much, much softer as he whispers words to them, wrapping them so lovingly.

They aren't fighting at all. It's more like a cold war of some sort. The guardians disapproved of Decimo for something, or something regarding the mafia. Oh, the cruel and unforgiving mafia. And of something about his love for them. It's complicated, and it's not something he should butt in.

Kensuke sees of the darkness, seeping through the deepest part of the abyss that Kensuke wouldn't understand – and wouldn't want to – eating up on Decimo as he would stare into the empty space, eyes glazed and being anywhere but there. He witnessed how cruel the mafia could drive a person to be with a click of a gun, pointed at a screaming and crying child on the floor before it was taken over by the strongest hitman, as well as Decimo's tutor that guided him down the spiral of carnage and ruthlessness, teaching him.

Seeing him at this stage, Kensuke doubts whenever he hears of the story of 'once'. Of what it used to be. Peaceful, kind, and forgiving; protective of his own, merciful, far too merciful and merciless at the same time; a sky that had far too big of heart for his own good.

Once, his nickname was the Saint of the Mafia. It was soon killed by them and now a monster hiding beneath it was born instead. Thinking back of the kid called Sawada Tsunayoshi, perhaps there's some ground on that claim. Some had mourned on it. Kensuke scoffed at the sheer idiocy. There's nothing to be missed on when all he knows is this version of Decimo and that's all that mattered. Though he would laugh at the face of those brain-dead, stuck-up arrogant geezers, how do they like this Decimo they awaken.

It was just another day of him reporting to Decimo. Over time, the more Decimo eliminates those that oppose him; there are fewer documents to sort because they all will be the same kind; an appeal of some sort, a plea of mercy whilst raising white flag. Thus, Kensuke's errand job finishes faster each time.

He was close to concluding the report when Decimo suddenly started to talk to him.

"Such a bore, don't you think?" Decimo said. His voice, compared to when he first got this job, was much weary as he talks in low hush, eyes smile out of bitter laughter. "The mafia is,"

"Only you would say it like that, Decimo." He had long dropped the overly polite way of talking when there's only the two of them as it didn't seem Decimo was bothered. He seemed to prefer it that way instead. Not that they talk a lot. "But I couldn't help but to agree with that."

Decimo let out a small laugh and looked at him with interest glimmering in his eyes. No- perhaps it was proudness?

"I know you would agree. They asked for this and when I did, they all shut up with tails tucked between their legs but still tried to cover it over pride."

"That is why you're doing it, don't you?"

Decimo placed his pen on the table and leaned in, propped with his hands on the table.

"Why do you think I did this, Kensuke?"

"I don't dare to assume anything, Decimo." And that is the truth. He doesn't feel the need to abuse his head to think of why his boss is doing things.

Decimo laughed, this time bitter and filled with sadness. "How the mafia had shaped you, Mochida-senpai."

"I would say the same thing to you, Sawada." The first time he addressed Decimo with his name. Kensuke had referred him as his title to avoid being too comfortable as a person, however, perhaps it was also to prevent him remembering, that the person before him, looking so exhausted and weary that can change into deadly walking massacre anytime, was used to be an useless underclassmen of his that shrieks and cries when he was handed a kunai once.

"The Mafia is such a disgusting place. That is why I'm eradicating them. In order for the future of my family." Decimo leaned in further and closed his eyes with a soft smile branding his face. A face that he would make just for the guardians. "For them. It's always for them."

"They seemed to be very displeased with it."

"…They do. In fact, perhaps I'm hurting them every time they hear of what I'm doing. That's why I send them away. Away from seeing such horrid view and away from the grasp of the darkness."

Kensuke paused. So that is why Storm guardian was mostly away thus leaving his works surrounding Decimo empty. If it was like this, he would have applauded that he's not dead back when he met Gokudera Hayato in that office. His life in mafia had always been filled with danger yet he felt being in this manor had more chances of him unavoidably dead within a second and he's been granted by endless miracle for escaping those. He looked at Decimo and swallowed.

"May I ask…why did you choose me back then?"

"Oh," Decimo opens his eyes to look at him. "I thought you would never ask for it."

"I didn't see the point to." Kensuke paused cautiously. "And ignorance is bliss."

"That is true." Decimo hummed. "You see, the executives of Vongola are not very fond of me. It's very ironic when I am Decimo."

Decimo spoke passingly as if he was speaking of the weather that day. Notedly, the day outside was dark on the half and bright on the other half.

"They keep trying to sneak in and grasp anything on my side, completely see me as some naïve teenager that is easy to trample on. They were right about one thing, I was naïve. As naïve as I think, sending a few heads of the assassins belonging to them to their front door would scare and stop them. Obviously it didn't. Reborn said I used to let them squeeze me dry just to avoid bloodshed.

"That aside, without Hayato on my side, they suggested taking personnel to fill in the empty spot. Given that it's a job where one spend the most time with me. The nerve of them, they really gave me a list filled with either their people, incompetent people that don't suit the job, and easily influenced under simple bribery or threat.

"That's where I found your name on the list. Such a pleasant surprise from Takeshi who said he offered a hand on you to enter Vongola.

"You were someone who did not fit the job, but it's not like the job is there in the first place. It's simply a façade they make to plant someone on me. With the fact that I know you back them down because they know how much I am displeased if someone touches my people. It troubles them because they can't simply dispose of you when you, speaking of example, reject them since I know your origin."

"So I'm the perfect sheep to use that time."

"Correct," Decimo smiled. "I did not expect you to do really well though. But at the same time, I know you, Kensuke. My words that time are not empty words. But how you actually never leave the manor makes them hard to move, leaving them clenching and biting their thumbs."

"I'm glad to know that."

"I love how you don't attempt to hide your hatred for them."

"After all, I am also a civilian dragged into the mafia, Decimo; except, it's just out of my stupidity. And so, I don't understand their old way of thinking."

"Yet you're fast to adapt and act like you did."

"I am not you, Decimo. I need to survive."

Decimo smiles again before he lets Kensuke finish his work that day.

He is simply a stand in that Decimo found coincidently usable at that time. His job position is not even there in the first place but was created with sole reason to place a thorn on Decimo's side. He's not proud of being the Executive Assistant.

But Kensuke could say that he's proud to know of Decimo at his worst and worked beside him. A place that no one else but him has.

He did not know the legend of the Saint of Mafia, Vongola Decimo. But he does know the Monster of Mafia that eradicated it for good out of his love and wishes what he left for his families will be the best for them and protects them. He did not join the battlefield like Reborn did but he accompanies and around Decimo the most.

He did not see the passing of Decimo, did not attend his last parting because he is no one. But he is granted the right to attend his funeral in Namimori. For the first time after he messes up real bad in his life, Kensuke is finally back to his hometown. As well as a place that Decimo, Sawada Tsunayoshi fights for a place he and his families called home.

He did not know of the all-encompassing sky everyone aside him seemed to know, but nevertheless, his boss is very much an amazing sky that he's forever proud that he served him before.


I was rereading this fic when scrolling through KHR fic on and this came on me while I was showering. I just felt I need to write it and want to share it.

So sorry if there's many grammar mistake and awkward phrasing.

Mochida Kensuke is great character to use because he wasn't mentioned at all but that he belong to Vongola in Future Arc so I can twerk him all I want. Then his life is a tragedy because I'm the one to write it and this is mafia. I find that perhaps as he lived in such harsh place, he had learned how to act ignorance and to not expect anything from anyone. That is what he do here but he couldn't help but pity Tsuna who are in much worse state than he is and admire him for that.

Thank you for reading this.