Ch 2:
Tsuna stared off on to nothing as he thought things through.
So, she is also part of the mafia. Who would have thought?
His eyes drifted to his phone, remembering Enma's words. Apparently, her family is looking for a suitable husband for her.
Have they already found one?
He would have continued that line of thought if his right-hand man hadn't entered his office.
"Juudaime" Hayato gave a respectful bow. He placed another stack of papers on the desk, adding to its growing piles. "Lunch will be served soon. Are you eating with us, or would you rather for me to bring it here?"
Tsuna smiles gratefully at his best friend, and apologized for the former and declined the latter. "I'll just drop by the kitchen when I'm done with even half of these."
Hayato frowned a bit and offered. "I could handle it while you eat, Juudaime"
"It's fine, Hayato" then Tsuna paused for a bit, thinking about something. "Hayato, what do we know about the Ferreros?"
The frown on the Storm Guardian's face deepened. "The Ferrero Famiglia is quite known for being as strong as the Cavalliones despite being a neutral group. They were formed only six years ago yet they already took down five other Mafia Families (despite them being small ones) who dared cross their paths.
They had also destroyed three of the five human-trafficking sites around their place in Bari.
Their main business is about fashion.
Their current boss, Ferrero Secondo - who inherited the famiglia after his father died last year, is only seven years older than us and has a civilian sister.
Rumors say that their mother is on deathbed and had wished to see her only daughter get married before she dies - the reason why Ferrero Secondo had been sending marriage proposals to each family he is allied to. -"
He would have continued if Tsuna hadn't stood from his leather chair with wide eyes.
"EACH FAMILY?!" Tsuna exclaimed in disbelief, and with Hayato's nod he continued. "But we're allied to them for 10 months now!"
"Yes, Juudaime" Hayato replied, "But -"
"Where's the proposal?" Tsuna asked seriously.
"You said to filter your paperwork before handing it to you for years now; separate the marriage proposals and send them a note that you decline the proposal." Hayato explained slowly. "There's no doubt that theirs ended the same way as the others, if they did send us one"
"Where are those papers now?" the sheer desperation that the brunet unconsciously had in his voice baffled the silverhead.
"It's either still intact or already incinerated" Hayato replied. "Either way, it could still be at the stock room"
The Vongola Don circled his desk, grabbed the silverhead by the arm and dragged him out the office and to the stock room. "Help me find it"
"Why are we going to look for it, Juudaime?" Hayato asked in confusion as he let himself be dragged the short distance to their destination.
"I need it" Tsuna replied as they reached their destination.
As expected, what greeted them were piles of papers neatly stacked on wide shelves and organized accordingly on their content. A vein twitched on the brunet's temple when he realized that there were five shelves to rummage and a total of fifteen thousand papers to scan.
"This will be a long day" He groaned.