Summary: In which even when Sawada Tsunayoshi is not the heir of a mafia syndicate, he still attracts the same amount of trouble and craziness. A sky is still a sky after all. Drabble series. AU-kinda. Slightly crack, eventual plot.

A/N: Not very funny, so beware. And thank you for all the kind reviews and support! I'll be replying to reviews from now on, so notify me if you don't want me to respond. Longer chapter, almost 2,000 words.

It was official. Learning Hibari-speak wasn't just an option anymore, it was now absolutely necessary.

"..."

"Um, Kyoya? You know, I won't really understand anything if you don't speak."

"Hn."

Typical. "It's good that this isn't exactly a phone call, it would've cost a lot you know? Long distance calls and stuff," Tsuna muttered, plopping his face into his pillow once more.

A pause. "...Little animal, if you dawdle, I will bite you to death." Tsuna blinked. 'Hurry back' rang in his ears. Though Tsuna hadn't mastered Hibari-speak at all, it wasn't as if he was totally inept. He spent more than enough time to at least understand what the skylark wanted.

The brunet snorts, involuntarily smiling as he rolled around on the hotel bed. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. It's only two weeks after all." Two weeks, fourteen days, and three hundred and thirty six hours without you guys.

He already misses them.

"Hn."

Click.

Annnd there he went. Tsuna squinted at the phone, the screen blindingly bright in contrast to the dark room. The numbers '6:13' blinked back at him, so that meant that it would be about one in Japan? No wonder Hib- er, Kyoya had called at such a strange time. Probably forgot about the time difference.

The brunet had finally arrived, to Italy that is. After the long plane ride, both Sawadas were too tired to actually explore, choosing to just check in to their hotel and plop into bed. Tsuna had originally been worried about the language barrier, even asking Shouichi and Spanner to add in a translator on his phone, but it looked like his worries were unneeded. The hotel they were staying at, The Arcobaleno Vongole, seemed to understand and even speak Japanese fluently. It was quite helpful, but also highly suspicious. (Because what? A hotel. In Italy. That just happened to understand Japanese, a language that wasn't even well known here.)

The boy was startled out of his thoughts as the phone in his grip suddenly vibrated, signifying a new message.

Who? Ah. Oh. Byakuran.

Byakuran: Tsunayoshi-kun! You awake yet? (▰˘◡˘▰)

Tsuna pauses for a moment before clumsily typing back his reply. He still wasn't used to texting, his fingers always fumbling and clicking the wrong characters. True, these phones were a lot better then the ones everyone else had, but it still was annoying. Shouichi and Spanner had also made phones for the others, and while phones could be annoying, Tsuna found himself very happy to have matching phones with everyone else. Orange for himself, 'you're like the warm sky' they had told him to his utmost embarrassment. Violet for Kyoya, intense, intuitive and mysterious. In flower meanings, it meant watchfulness and faithfulness. Blue for Takeshi, bright like the sea, symbolizing trust, loyalty and stability. Like the rain washing away any unhappiness or doubt. Shouichi had a pale yellow while Spanner had a olive green. Bright, warm and happy. Associated with intellect and energy. Green was with peaceful, calm and balance. Practical and down to Earth. And Byakuran? Byakuran had white. White like his name, white like his hair. White symbolized purity and innocence. And even though others would disagree with the color's accuracy, Tsuna thought that it was oddly fitting. The older boy just had this fragility and unsureness to him at times, it was hard to describe.

Tsuna: Yeah, Kyoya woke me up with a call

Byakuran: As expected of the skylark. (ﾟ▽^*)

Tsuna: ?

Byakuran: Its nothing, just making sure everything is okay. *q*

Tsuna: Okay?

Byakuran: Ah! Tsunayoshi, no matter what- avoid pineapples okay?

Tsuna: what

Byakuran: (• ε •)

Tsuna: WHAT?

Byakuran: ≖‿≖

Tsuna: Byakuran, stop that

Byakuran: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tsuna: No

Byakuran: ( ◉◞౪◟◉)

Tsuna: Stop

Byakuran: ( ・ิω・ิ)

Byakuran: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Tsuna was suddenly very, very tempted to throw his phone somewhere far away. And innocence? What innocence? More like an annoyance. Yes, like an annoying child. That was it, children were 'innocent' weren't they?

Tsuna: Im telling Kyoya

...

Byakuran: (╥_╥)

Tsuna huffs, letting his phone drop next to him as he turned towards the ceiling. He laid flat on his back, arms spread out as he enjoyed the peace and quiet. The only sounds in the room were the soft chirps of crickets and the slow breathing of his mother. He should really get back to sleep, he thinks almost absently as his eyes slowly drifted shut.

And then Shouichi called.

After that, Spanner texted him.

And after that, Takeshi called.

Unfortunately, he never did get anymore sleep.

.

He found that he really didn't care.

Italy was a very pleasant place, Tsuna found himself thinking. It was full of warm colors and sunny skies. Multitudes of flowers and plants decorated the many buildings and the cobble stoned streets were full with people, all chatting happily. There were even water streets! It was absolutely beautiful and breathtaking.

Yes, Italy was indeed a very interesting place.

Too bad he was too busy freaking out about the dead bodies to enjoy the view.

"Hiiie! Oh my god did I kill you guys?!"

The bodies did not answer.

Tsuna could only hope that the three boys were not dead, he hadn't killed them! Really, he had only accidentally bumped into them when they ran out of that highly dark and suspicious alley way. The brunet flailed around the bodies, not sure whether he should check to see if they were alive or not. No one seemed to be paying attention to them. Then again, they were in rather raggedy clothing. Were they...homeless?

His heart twisted at that. They were just kids, around his age. Maybe a bit older, but still kids.

He hesitantly reached out to touch one of the boys, but flinched back when the figure twitched.

So he was still alive! Thank goodness.

The twitching figure slowly and unsteadily got to his feet, swaying all the while. One dark blue eye peered at him, while the other was hidden behind a hand. Had Tsuna poked his eye? Hiee!

"Er, are you okay? I'm really sorry! I didn't see you guys coming out and now your friends are...on the ground."

The older boy snorts before glancing at the two other boys. His eyes seemed to harden before he turned to regard the brunet. "You...who are you?"

"...Huh?" Was he speaking in Italian?

The single dark eye narrowed, "I said-"

"They should be close!"

The mysterious boy stiffened at the yell before turning back to the dark alleyway. He frowned at the two unconscious boys at his feet before shooting a scrutinizing gaze at the brunet. He seemed to hesitate before deciding on something. His dark eye gleamed eerily as he moved forward.

Tsuna resisted the urge to take a step back. It wasn't really difficult to figure out what was going on to be honest. Those men were probably pursuing these three boys for some reason. Maybe they had stolen something? Yes, stealing was bad- but these boys...they really looked like they needed it. Bruised and dirtied faces, their shirts clearly torn and filthy. Honestly, he couldn't believe that they were still alive with how scrawny they all were. So, it wasn't bad was it? It was only survival of the fittest, and these boys had survived...

The brunet nodded to himself in determination, his mind made.

"You-"

Tsuna ignored him, side stepping him as he approached one of the boys. Specifically, the dark haired boy with glasses. He leaned downward to grab the boy's arm to pull him up. It wasn't as hard as he had originally thought, the boy was actually easy to lift up as he was so thin. Too thin.

The brunet's lips twisted into a frown as he studied the bruise on the boy's face. A hand grasped his wrist harshly and he hid a wince as he turned to the older boy. "Oya, what do you think you're doing?"

Tsuna would have brought out the translator had the situation not been so dire. Instead, he shot the boy an exasperated look before yanking his wrist free. "No, dummy." He pointed at the other boy still on the ground. "Pick him up!"

The blue haired boy turned to him, looking irritated and confused.

"Pick him up!" Tsuna repeated, pointing at the boy he was currently holding up. "Hurry!" He hissed as he heard the men get closer.

The boy finally understood and hurriedly yanked the blonde up, one hand still covering his eye to Tsuna's absolute confusion. They didn't have time for this!

Huffing, he grabbed his wrist and yanked the hand away from the boy's eye before pulling him a long.

They ran through the crowds of people, Tsuna shrieking apologies as they knocked into countless others. It was difficult running like this, and the brunet eventually had to release the boy's hand in order to support the glasses boy. Luckily, the hotel wasn't that far. They ducked through the crowds, before finally stopping in front of the Arcobaleno Vongole. He allowed himself to relax then, feeling his heart thrum with nervousness.

Now how to get into the hotel without being very suspicious?

He glanced behind him to see the strained face of the older boy, taking note of the mismatched eyes before dismissing it. He didn't have time to freak out about glowing eyes. The brunet had to get in quick, before he collapsed. Tsuna might be able to struggle with two by somehow dragging them in, but he sure as hell could not handle three people.

"Follow."

He walked through the revolving doors with not a lot of difficulty, the other boy following him in.

"Welcome back, Sawada-san."

The brunet jolted at the voice before turning to the familiar figure. "Ah, hi."

The lady up front was actually nice, so Tsuna was quite sure that she would understand. "Um, my friends and I were playing, but now they're really tired- and their home is far, so I was wondering if they could come up with me?" He blabbered, inwardly cringing as he lied.

The raven gave him a smile (and Tsuna couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at it). "Of course! Do you need help bringing them up?"

"Ah-"

"No."

The brunet blinked, before turning to the previously quiet boy. "We do not need help." The blue haired boy bristled.

The raven's smile sharpened as she addressed the boy. "It is not your place. Sawada-san?"

Tsuna looked at the lady before looking at the annoyed boy beside him. "Ah, no. It's fine, we can just go."

"Very well then, I hope you enjoy your rest."

Tsuna nodded before nudging the boy along.

They took the elevator up, and the older boy stood stiffly in the corner, turned away from all the stares. Tsuna shifted in front of him, hoping to block off at least some of the needling going on.

When they reached the third floor, they rushed out of the elevator immediately, and Tsuna felt relieved that it hadn't been a longer ride.

Alright, room 115, the brunet glanced at all the passing doors for the correct number, not noticing the swaying of the older boy behind him.

Thump.

Hiie! What was that? The boy turned around and blanched to see two figures on the floor. And they had been so close too! Now how was he supposed to do this?

"Tsu-kun!"

Tsuna looked around in surprise. "Mum!"

Sawada Nana blinked from three doors away, her large brown eyes trailing from Tsuna to the figures on the floor. "Ah!"

"I-It's not what you think!" They're not hobos! Even if they're dirty, beaten up and being chased!

"Did you bring home new friends?"

"..."

Tsuna wondered why he had even been worried.

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