Who has the Compatibility for Marriage?!

Part 10

Tsuna sat with his back against the wall as shots rang out around them. Gokudera sat next to him smoking a cigarette and angrily muttering while checking on his dynamite. Tsuna took a deep breath as another chunk broke off the progressively crumbling wall at their backs. "Can you tell me again, how the hell we got into this situation?" Tsuna asked his companion as crackling was heard in his earpiece.

"Apparently," he paused as he pulled a wet fuse from one of his dynamite and replaced it with a new one from his pocket. "Mukuro thought it would be a good idea to fuck around with Samson's sister and now she's heartbroken and he's pissed." He grunted as another piece of the wall fell near his head. "So, we are now in the middle of this shitstorm because our Mist couldn't keep it in his damn pants."

Tsuna was sure he was on the verge of a brain aneurysm. "I wonder if he does these things just so I go through Hell," Tsuna shook his head to dislodge some concrete dust that had fallen into his hair.

"Oh I do," Mukuro's voice came over the radio in Tsuna's ear. "But this one was actually unintentional." He heard the older male laugh over the earpiece as Tsuna sighed.

"Sometimes, Mukuro," he said blandly. "I really hate you." He heard another laugh followed by a chorus of 'me toos' from the other guardians.

"At least he's given us an excuse to eliminate Samson. We'd been needing one for a while now," Gokudera responded with a grunt.

"At least I'm good for something compared to you, Gokudera Hayato," Mukuro responded over the radio.

Gokudera scowled at the ground and ground his teeth. "Bastard."

Tsuna just patted his friend on the shoulder and looked out to see blue smoke rising up from the East. The signal to finally retaliate. Taking a deep breath, Tsuna flipped over the remainder of the concrete wall and set to work ending the violence around them.

Tsuna stood beside the current boss, Vongola Nono, as the two generations sat together in a conference room. Mukuro had disappeared as soon as the fighting had stopped and had offered no explanation for his actions and their consequences. Tsuna had since sent Chrome as his representative to meet with Mukuro elsewhere and the two groups were now waiting on her response. Tsuna looked around the room, his Guardians, minus Chrome, of course, sat at the left side of the long conference table with their predecessors sitting opposite them. Nono sat at the head of the table with Tsuna being the sole person standing at his right side. Nono's elbows rested on the tabletop, his fingers threaded together and his eyes closed when Chrome finally materialized at the other end of the room, a frustrated look on her face.

"Chrome," Tsuna said with a dip of his head in recognition.

Chrome looked down at her feet with a frown. "I wasn't able to get much from him, Boss. He did say her 'lies almost cost him his freedom' but he refused to elaborate on it further. I apologize." Chrome bowed to him as Yamamoto pulled out the chair beside him and motioned for her to sit beside him. She sat down still very upset with the situation and spoke quietly with Yamamoto.

Tsuna sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Thank you, Chrome. Maybe he'll talk to me directly if I corner him?"

She shook her head in response. "Mukuro is gone. Even I don't know where he went. He's also cut off contact with Ken, Chikusa, and MM."

Tsuna rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Very well."

"Has Samson woken up yet?" Nono asked suddenly.

Tsuna looked to Hibari who nodded. "Yes, did you want to question him?"

Nono nodded. "Yes, but you'll do it."

Tsuna nodded in understanding. "Very well, Hibari and Gokudera, you're coming with me." The two men stood from their chairs and followed the tenth boss from the room, their cool glares meeting the eyes of every person in the room as they left. Tsuna took a deep breath out in the hall and turned to Hibari. "Would you be able to handle the interrogation while we monitor?"

Hibari Kyoya was a tall, menacing man with a stern face seemingly carved from stone. He wore his mafia formal wear, his dark purple undershirt showing from under his suit jackets, and freshly polished black dress shoes. His suit was pristine, as per usual, and looked as though it had just been picked up from being pressed. His steel-grey eyes looked at the world with indifference and rarely held much light for anything. Unless he found you a worthy opponent to beat into a pulp. He shook his head and crossed his arms. "As much as I would enjoy that, the Ninth has ordered you to do it."

Tsuna sighed in defeat and led the way to the lower levels of the Vongola castle. At the third basement level, Tsuna headed down a long hall lined with several doors with large rooms behind them. At the end of the hall, there was one steel door on the wall. This was the third basement level's interrogation room. Tsuna felt hopeful if the interrogee was only this far down that meant they were likely to crack easily but Tsuna was not prepared for how easily. As soon as the door opened, Samson was spitting words at Tsuna left and right.

"Where is your bastard Mist at?!" Samson demanded, spittle flying from his mouth as he seethed. "I'm going to kill him! That bastard hurt my sister!"

"Chrome?"

"No, you idiot! I want Rokudo Mukuro! Rokudo Mukuro!" He slammed his hands down on the metal table he was cuffed to repeatedly like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Tsuna rolled his eyes. "Technically, he's not my Mist, Chrome is."

"He's still Vongola Trash!" Samson spit at Tsuna's feet as Gokudera closed the door behind them.

Hibari leaned against the far wall opposite Tsuna and yawned. "That's like saying I'm a part of Vongola." He shrugged as Samson glared at him. "I do what I want, as does Rokudo Mukuro. We affiliate with no one."

"You still serve Decimo, do you not?"

Hibari glared at Samson, the receiving male shivered lightly in fear. "He simply signs my paycheck. If Sawada Tsunayoshi thinks otherwise, I'll bite him to death."

Tsuna gave a wry smile aimed at Gokudera beside him who chuckled in reply.

Samson glared at the men in the room. "Find something funny?"

"Yeah," Gokudera said and sat in the chair opposite him, Tsuna took the one beside him. "Your ridiculous overconfidence in your apparent knowledge of Vongola and it's associates. Especially your assumptions of the tenth generation of guardians."

"Let me tell you something," Tsuna said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the metal table between them. He threaded his fingers together and put his chin on them with a friendly expression on his face. "Rokudo Mukuro is like a stray cat. He comes and goes as he sees fit and occasionally he drops a dead bird on my desk and gets a treat. Other times he takes a dump on my pillow and scowls at me while he watches me clean it up and when I'm done he blames me for the stain left behind."

Samson scowled and turned away from the two men before him to stare at a stain on the floor by his feet.

"And Hibari isn't much different except that he doesn't shit on my stuff. He just tries to eat me alive." Tsuna shrugged again. "Now, we have some questions and I'll be honest, I don't want to hurt you, so just answer us truthfully. Okay?"

Samson sneered.

"Question one, why did you attack us?" Tsuna sat back and crossed his ankles. He watched Samson chew on his lip, hesitating to reply. "I assume, as I probably should, that it's because of Mukuro having a romp with your sister then leaving her high and dry."

Samson nodded. "He knocked up my sister and had the guts to say the kid isn't his."

Tsuna's heart was immediately in his throat. "Say that again."

"Rokudo Mukuro knocked up my sister. He got her pregnant and now he's saying the kid isn't his. He claims that she was already pregnant and is trying to pin it on him."

Tsuna rubbed his eyes and looked at Hibari. The man didn't even flinch, only smiled in a strange knowing way.

"My sister was seduced, tricked, then abandoned by your Mist. I don't care if you say otherwise, he's one of yours if you're cleaning up his mess," Samson turned dark green eyes accusingly on Tsuna. "And now, you're hiding him from his deserved justice."

Gokudera rolled his eyes. "I can tell you right now if it was really deserved then the Tenth would hand-deliver the shitty bastard to your doorstep. But you decided to fire on your friends before even approaching us on this."

Samson spit at them. "Bullshit! My people reached out to Rokudo Mukuro and his people for weeks before this happened."

"And that's where you messed up," Tsuna said with a sigh. "Two things you did wrong: first, expecting Mukuro to take you seriously and not talking to us first and second, you fired on us and not Mukuro who is his own separate entity from Vongola. By assuming we knew anything about this spat you were having with him, you fired on your ally and have started a war you won't be able to win. To top it all off, you've completely missed your target because Mukuro is long gone now. Even we can't find him."

"You lie," Samson said through gritted teeth.

Hibari walked over and loomed over Samson while baring his teeth in a menacing smile. "We don't bother lying. Much less to inconsequential herbivores like you." He pulled away and looked at Tsuna. "Your turn." Walking back to his place at the wall, he smirked while Samson growled at him.

"You're all a bunch of cowardly bastards hiding and covering for Rokudo Mukuro. Just wait until my associates hear about this!" Samson yelled at Tsuna.

Tsuna took a deep breath and stood up. "You sound like a kid who got his favorite toy stolen."

"Annie is my only sister. What kind of brother would I be if I didn't stand up for her honor? Annie said he promised to marry her then ran off with another woman!"

"You could be a brother who holds his sister responsible for her actions rather than just blaming the man," Tsuna said with barely concealed disgust. "If she didn't want something like this happening, she should have chosen a better partner for herself. It's no secret the kind of man Rokudo Mukuro is, so I feel no sympathy for you or your sister."

Samson began banging his hands on the table again. "You're a bastard too, Sawada Tsunayoshi! I'll have Rokudo Mukuro's head at the end of this and yours too!" A crack sounded and Samson's head whipped to the side.

Gokudera stood over Samson, a deadly glare on his face and his eyes stone cold. "No one threatens our boss."

Samson laughed. "He's not Boss yet. Timoteo is Boss."

Gokudera smiled and nodded. "That may be true for Vongola, but for the tenth generation, Sawada Tsunayoshi is Boss. We follow his orders and only his orders. Timoteo di Vongola holds no power over us." Gokudera leaned forward and growled into Samson's face. "So when you threaten our Boss, you're asking for trouble of the worst kind."

Samson spit on Gokudera's face, making the white-haired young man turn red. "You don't get it! I have so much more power at my back than you realize."

Tsuna grabbed Gokudera by the shoulder and pulled him back before he could hit Samson again. "Power? From what?"

Samson smiled and leaned back in his seat, acting as though he had the upper hand. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know."

Tsuna felt rather than saw Hibari move towards Samson with deadly glee. Tsuna shook his head. "I would, but I don't need to wait for you to answer willingly."

Hibari appeared at Samson's back and wrapped his hands loosely around the man's throat. "Speak. Now." He said menacingly.

Samson swallowed thickly. "Vincent Mancini is building a conglomerate of minor families that specialize in certain, what one would call, distinctive fields."

"Such as?" Tsuna asked casually.

Hibari still had a hand around Samson's throat making the man sweat uncomfortably.

"Manufacturing, sales, personal pleasure, you know, the illicit kind." Samson winked at Tsuna.

Trying not to blush at the innuendo, Tsuna rolled his eyes. "Those are all rather minor, probably why he can only rope in small families. So what makes you think you have so much power at your back?"

Samson shrugged. "Currently, the conglomerate outnumbers Vongola, seventeen to one and is still growing. Small families, we are, but many in number." Samson looked smug as Hibari let go of his throat.

"The number doesn't matter to me," the cloud guardian said with a smirk. "I'll bite them all to death."

Tsuna nodded in agreement while feeling grateful that the dangerous man, Hibari Kyoya, was technically on his side. "I think we're done here."

Samson sneered at Tsuna. "You'll soon realize just how deep in the shit you are, Sawada. Just you wait."

Gokudera meant to rush forward but Tsuna held up his hand. Gokudera stood up and took a step back. Straightening his sleeves as nonchalantly as he could, Tsuna smiled a fake friendly smile. "You know, Samson. I would tell you to be careful, but I think I'll let you sink your little boat this time around." Nodding to his companions he turned and walked from the room. "Let him go," he said as the door closed.

When all was done, Tsuna was ready to just fall into bed and sleep for a week straight. Entering the boss's office, he found Timoteo seated behind the large oak desk. Tsuna bowed to his predecessor then met his eyes. "I have Hibari investigating the information, but things are already looking bad."

The Ninth Vongola boss nodded and waved Tsuna towards a chair before the desk. "Tsunayoshi, what do you think of his claims?"

Tsuna sat and spread his hands. "My intuition says he isn't lying, but I feel like there's more to it."

Nono nodded while stroking his mustache. "I never liked Mancini. He always seemed like the shady type."

Tsuna smiled. "Aren't all mafia bosses?"

Nono laughed and agreed. "You're not wrong, but he's even more so of the type." He waved his hands around in emphasis. Nono contemplated quietly to himself then seemed to come to some sort of decision and leaned back in his seat, eyeing Tsuna up and down. "Still no woman for you, then?"

Tsuna was taken aback by the sudden change in topic. "Uhm, I haven't really had time to think about it with the events these last few days. Why do you ask?"

"You're a handsome young man and you're still single. It's a bit worrying for this old man," Nono said jokingly with a laugh.

Tsuna frowned, not believing him. "Grandpa? What is it?" He was going to regret asking.

Nono took a deep breath and sighed. "I know you don't like it when I meddle, but you finding a wife, especially with this new information, is of the utmost importance." Nono reached for a folder on his desk and pushed it towards Tsuna.

The heir licked his lips nervously and opened the file. Inside was information on a pretty young Japanese woman. Matsumoto Yuko was her name, and she was described as being seventeen years old and the eldest daughter of a pretty prominent arms dealer in Japan. Tsuna sighed and held up the file. "I know what you want, but I'm not sure about this."

"An arranged marriage will save you the time of having to hunt for a suitable wife. She meets all of your requirements and your marriage to her will benefit Vongola for generations to come." When Tsuna opened his mouth to protest, Nono stopped him with a hand. "Just think about it and maybe meet the girl. You may be pleasantly surprised."

"Why bring this up now? I have enough on my plate." Tsuna fell back in his seat and closed the file.

"Because, every day you don't have a wife, is a day you have no children and is a day Vongola goes without a secure source of heirs. Other than myself and your father, you are Primo's sole heir. I cannot have any more children and unless your father leaves your mother for a younger woman, he also can't have children. That leaves you, and only you, to continue Primo's line." Nono looked sadly at Tsuna. "I know it's hard to accept still, but having children as soon as possible guarantees the survival of this family."

"I know, Grandpa. I know," Tsuna rose from his seat with those words and stared blankly at the file in his hand. "I'll look it over and let you know my decision."

Nono nodded at him. "That's all I ask. You'll be spearheading this situation with Mancini and the Carrio family." He smiled and waved Tsuna off. "You're excused for the rest of the day."

Tsuna bowed deeply then left the room feeling heavier than before he entered. When he finally got to his bedroom he threw the file on his small dining table in the corner and loosened his tie. Pulling out his phone, he sent a text then turned off the screen. He looked around his room and sighed, there was no end to his responsibilities, but he always knew he could ask that man for advice. And so, Tsuna sat on his bed with his phone in hand and waited for a reply and soon he received it. Answering the call, he held the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Dad? Can I ask you something?"

"Anything for you, Son. What do you need?" Sawada Iemitsu answered with a friendly, upbeat tone.

Tsuna sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Do you think it's a good idea if I have an arranged marriage?"

A/N: Lockdown has sucked significantly. I just lost my job so I'm stuck at home at all times now. At least this way I can write more and dedicate more time to my stories. I hope you're all doing okay and staying safe out there.

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