A/N: I took my poll down.
I know, I'm so bipolar. But if figured that it was too early in the story to think about pairings. I mean, she's only eight! I'm sorry about the false alarm everybody.
Disclaimer: I no own. Go bother someone else.
It is a universal rule that if you wake up and you are trapped in a potato sack, you are most likely in the process of being kidnapped.
Now, if you are a normal child, you will freak out, squirming and wriggling and screaming at the top of your lungs. However, if you are Sawada Tsunako, you will stay perfectly still and silent, remembering countless hours of training on what to do if kidnapped. Grandpa had insisted, much to her father's chagrin. I mean, it's not like she'd ever leave the mansion, right?
Wrong.
Anyways, she stayed still in the sack, scanning her surroundings. Judging by the blood rushing to her head and the pressure on the bag, she was slung over someone's shoulder. It was actually quite painful. She had a headache already.
She yelped when he bag was suddenly thrown down, her back hitting what was most likely concrete with a loud thump. She looked up at her captor, a tall, lean man in an expensive suit. She noted his obsidian eyes and his curled sideburns. How the hell did he get them like that?
"Stand up."
She obeyed, looking at the man warily. "Who're you?"
The man ignored her, instead taking out a cell phone and typing in a number. "I've got her. Prepare the jet."
"Who're you talking to, mister?"
"What are you talking about? There's supposed to be enough fuel to power seven airplanes."
"Mister?"
"Fine, I'll wait."
"Mister?"
No, just put the pilot on the phone."
"Mister?"
The man turned to her, an irritated look in his eyes. "What?!"
"Who are you?"
The man rolled his eyes. "My name is Reborn. Stop bothering me. I have work to do."
"What?"
He looked at her. "I'm taking you home."
It took him a grand total of twenty-seven minutes to calm her down.
She sat on the couch (they were in Reborn's hotel room), fuming silently. Reborn sat across from her, holding Leon in his hand. "Are you calm now?"
She pouted and sniffed. "I don't wanna go home!" She sifted miserably. "I want to stay here with Onii-San and Kyoko-chan!"
He rolled his eyes once again at her stupidity. "You have no home, only two friends, and no food. Why would you want to stay here?"
She looked up at him, eyes gleaming. "It's so pretty here! I want to live in Japan and watch sunsets and pick flowers and go buy cakes with Kyoko-chan and-"
He tuned her out. He didn't really care about what she wanted. He had a job. "I'll talk to Timeteo."
Her head shot up. "Grandpa?"
"Yes."
"Oh okay. Tell him I said hi!"
He facepalmed.
"What do you mean, she doesn't want to come back?"
Timeteo sat at his desk, fingers tapping nervously on the polished wood.
"She said she wants to stay with 'Onii-San' and 'Kyoko-chan.' She likes Japan a lot, apparently."
He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I know, but why Namimori? Why that place after all these years?"
"Maybe it's fate, Nono."
"Reborn, you don't believe in fate."
"I know. But I do believe that sometimes there is a place that we need to be. Maybe Dame-Tsuna's is Namimori."
Timeteo blinked. "Dame-Tsuna?"
"That's what all the kids here call her."
He sighed again. "I trust your judgement, Reborn. If you think that she should stay, I trust you. Your instincts are a lot better than mine."
"Thank you."
"So, if she's going to live there, will you take care of her?"
"Me?"
"Yes. Just think of it as a head start on her tutoring."
"Okay. It'll give me more time to look for her guardians as well."
"Thank you, Reborn." He paused. "How do I tell Iemitsu?"
"Just tell him that Tsuna's living in Namimori now. He won't come to live with her here, but I'm sure that he'll stop by every once and a while."
"Okay. Good idea, Reborn. Again, thank you."
"No problem." He could practically hear his sadistic smirk. "I'll make her into the best Vongola boss I can."
The line went dead. Typical Reborn.
"I just hope he doesn't torture the poor girl."
He seriously doubted it.