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It was a contradicting and ironical thing, seeing that he had been sea sick for the past two days.

But he couldn't help it.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, Neo Vongola Primo, someone who had survived a whole year with Reborn (and lived to tell the tale), was terrified of land. He was, very tentatively, walking down the stairway set down from the ship, palms clammy. It was stupid, he knew, to be this scared of something that would inevitably come. The land, that is. The land was going to come invariably, so he should just step on it and get over with it. For someone who had gone through worse, this was enormously embarrassing.

"Get moving, Dame-Tsuna!" he heard someone call from behind. Tsuna did not turn to see who. If he did, he might justtrip and fall—fall on land. Fall on the land which belonged to Italy.

That he could deal without.

"Move!"

"Shut up!" He heard Gokudera growl from the dock, "Don't you dare order Tenth around!"

Suddenly, Gokudera was near him, in front of him, looking clearly worried as Tsuna's eyes widened. Tsuna was sure he had been moving slower than a sleeping, semi-dead sloth. How the hell had he reached the bottom of the stairs so fast? Was he on an escalator? No, he didn't think so. An illusion? He toed the dock cautiously. No. He frowned. Then how did he—

Something kicked him on the head (it was easy to guess who, what with the feet being distinctly tiny), and Tsuna, with a yelp, was sent tumbling forward. Gokudera, with a cry of "Tenth!" tried to catch him, but Tsuna landed a good two meters away from the bomber.

Someone exclaimed, "Finally!" but Tsuna did not get up and turn to see who.

His palms and elbows were scraped and bleeding a bit. He prodded his right elbow and hissed.

Land.

He was terrified of it.

There was a limousine. Of course there was a limousine.

Because, really, why wouldn't there be one?

Tsuna had travelled in a limousine before, but he never could find himself liking it. There was no point, he felt, to have a car that big in size with little number of seats. And, seriously, what was up with the interior? Golden and pink and bright, with a goddamn television attached to it. Who did that? And a refrigerator? What was wrong with people?

He shouldn't be gaping at the five limousines that had come to pick them up, but he was. He was because he hadn't wanted limousines to pick them up. What was wrong with nice, good, old normal cars, huh?

His classmates looked stunned, too, but Tsuna could see that they were eager to get in one. Tsuna did not blame them.

"Wow…" someone breathed from beside him.

Tsuna turned to see that it was someone from 3-B—meaning, Tsuna did not know him, and that neither Gokudera nor Yamamoto were anywhere near him.

He glanced at the cars lined up in front of them, and noticed there was a sixth. Bigger and larger than the rest, white in color, and evidently meant for the future Decimo (who still had no desire to take up that title) and his family.

Tsuna should have been honored. Funny how he could not find himself to be just that. It didn't help that his Guardians and Kyoko were all walking towards the car as if they owned it. Tsuna tried merging with the floor; anything to not let their attention turn towards him and drag him to the abnormal car.

Yamamoto paused, eyes searching, and as Tsuna tried to look unobtrusive, Yamamoto caught his eyes.

His technique had not worked. Damn.

"There you are!" he exclaimed, running up to Tsuna, grabbing his arm and dragging him away from the self-made protective cocoon of his classmates, "You disappeared all of a sudden."

And I want to right now, Tsuna thought morosely.

The first one to enter was obviously Hibari, who probably wanted to stay as far away from 'herbivores' and glare at everybody from a far off corner. Yamamoto and Tsuna finally caught up to Gokudera.

Gokudera gave a single glance at Yamamoto's hand which was still clutching onto Tsuna's arm, and ordered, "Do not manhandle the Tenth like that!"

"Maa, maa, Gokudera! Tsuna doesn't mind." Yamamoto said, looking at Tsuna, placing his other hand on Tsuna's other arm, making Gokudera hiss. He asked, grinning, "Do you?"

Tsuna had to duck his head to prevent Gokudera from seeing a grin, which matched Yamamoto's, on his face. Yamamoto's eyes twinkled with mirth at his reaction—it was obvious to Tsuna that Yamamoto was doing it on purpose. It was probably a bit cruel of Tsuna and Yamamoto, both, to instigate Gokudera like that, but it was still funny.

"C'mon, Tsuna!" Yamamoto urged, "Let's get in!"

Tsuna gave a brief glance at his classmates, glad to see that no one seemed to find the fact that he was riding on a different looking limousine than them suspicious. Tsuna could not blame them, he supposed— Tsuna doubted that he was anywhere near as interesting as a car. Yamamoto's hand was still on his arm, and Gokudera was still glaring savagely at the point of contact, but eventually Yamamoto released him with a laugh as he climbed into the car. Gokudera insisted that Tsuna to go next, so he did, and Gokudera followed.

Ryohei was looking positively giddy, talking to Chrome and Kyoko animatedly. It was good to see them so excited, Tsuna mused, even though all he (still) wanted was to get into a temporary coma. Hibari, sitting in a far off corner by the window, was glaring at one Rokudo Mukuro, who had been trying to catch the prefect's attention by taunting him about something Tsuna had no intention of ever knowing about.

The car eventually started, and Tsuna was dragged into a conversation by Gokudera, mentally hoping to never reach the Vongola Mansion.

They reached the Vongola Mansion since Fate had a thing against Tsuna's sanity.

Tsuna wanted to curl into a ball and be shipped back to Japan.

He wasn't surprised to see everybody—except for the people who had been here previously—staring at the Mansion with barely concealed awe.

"It's so beautiful!" somebody exclaimed, and there were murmurs of agreement.

Tsuna agreed, too. The Mansion was beautiful. With primly cut gardens, matted with lush and green grass, dotted and designed with flowers, planted and trimmed with precision, the Vongola Mansion looked nothing but beautiful. Trees were planted in rows on either side of the grounds, starting from the larger than necessary gates, while the middle of the Vongola grounds, in a circular, smoothly cemented region, was occupied by a graceful fountain.

The Mansion was larger than needed, obviously, since people were rich bastards and kind of loved showing how annoyingly rich they were.

Sarcasm aside, the Mansion was still beautiful.

They were led to the mansion by one of the servants (Tsuna had looked pointedly away when she—Elizabeth, he remembered her name to be—had smiled fondly at him). For whatever reasons, Tsuna was shoved to the front of the group, which was a bit disquieting, but he knew that protesting would be fruitless. He didn't want to come off as too suspicious. They entered the foyer, and there were instant choruses of:

"Welcome back, Decimo!"

Why they had spoken in Japanese when they were something-lingual was still a mystery to Tsuna.

"Who's Decimo?" he heard someone ask.

Not me. Not me, nope, never ever.

Tsuna used his luggage and Gokudera as a shield, all the while hoping for the floor to swallow him whole and spit him out somewhere back in Namimori. The Vongola's servants giving him pointed looks of recognition and, them smiling behind their hands wasn't helping matters, either. More importantly, why were their bows deepening whenever he, specifically, walked by? He wanted to tell, to beg, them to stop that.

Like, seriously.

Stop that! he mentally screamed.

He increased his pace immediately, and Tsuna could practically feel Reborn's amusement radiating out from his tiny form at his side. It was his fault, anyway. The sadist.

Nezu-sensei was standing in front of Tsuna, leading the group. Obviously, since Nezu-sensei had no idea where to go, he was being led by one of the few ten thousand butlers the Vongola was equipped with. They were led to a room which looked more like a house than a room, and while normally Tsuna would have appreciated the aesthetic beauty of it, he chose to slump onto one of the fifty or so couches lined up. His classmates sat down, too, awkward.

Again, Tsuna did not blame them.

Everything in the room smelt of richness and money and silver and possible bars of gold. It was bound to make anyone feel awkward. Even though they were curious, they knew that walking about and prodding things was out of the question.

Gokudera sat to his right and Yamamoto to his left, while Hibari's couch was shifted to a far off corner in the room—nothing out of the ordinary.

A few minutes later, one of the butlers, impeccably dressed, going by the name of Sebastian, evidently an Italian, greeted them.

"Welcome to the Vongola Mansion," he said, smiling lightly. He turned to Tsuna and his group of friends, eyes becoming fond, "And welcome back, Decimo and his Guardians."

Yamamoto waved back enthusiastically, Gokudera nodded, Chrome and Kyoko smiled, Ryohei beamed, Hibari did not bother looking, Mukuro did… something, while Tsuna used Gokudera as a very sturdy and very much needed shield.

There was a short pause—Tsuna had a feeling that Sebastian was frowning, worried, just a little.

"I am Sebastian—"

The sound of pitter patter of feet followed the announcement, and there was a slight scuffling noise at the wooden double doors. The doors flew open seconds later, and three bodies barreled into the room, enthusiastic, and Tsuna suddenly found himself and the couch tipping backwards as small arms encircled his waist. There was a loud 'thud!' of the couch's backrest hitting the carpeted floor below, before three distinct voices broke through.

"Tsuna-nii!"

"Tsuna!"

"Tsuna-san!"

Slowly, a little dizzy—he had not eaten anything for the past few days, after all—he managed to sit up straight. Fuuta had his arms around his waist, while Lambo and I-Pin had theirs around his right and left legs, respectively. Tsuna was about to reciprocate their hugs with equal enthusiasm, but then paused when he noticed how his classmates were looking at him.

Suspicion. Bewilderment.

WHY ME?!

He briefly considered getting up, ignoring the three children clinging to him. But then they looked at him like that, their expressions crestfallen, as if him not hugging them back immediately had completely shattered their worlds and… well, Tsuna had always loved kids (especially these three—he adored them), and he had always loathed seeing them sad. So he did the only thing he could do without a moment's hesitation—he hugged them back enthusiastically, suspicion directed towards him be damned.

Fuuta hummed in satisfaction, before finally letting him go, grinning, "We missed you, Tsuna-nii."

"I missed you too," Tsuna said, smiling fondly. It had been nearly a week since he had seen his siblings, after all.

"Haru wants a hug from Tsuna-san, too!"

Tsuna was sent tipping back, again, as another body tackled him to the ground.

"Haru missed Tsuna-san!" she declared happily, rubbing her cheek against Tsuna's chest, much to the Gokudera's chagrin.

"Christ, woman! Get the hell off the Tenth!" Gokudera tried pulling Haru away from Tsuna, but she clung to him like glue.

"Nooooo! Do not come between mine and Tsuna-san's love!"

At this point, Gokudera had somehow managed to keep Haru away from Tsuna, while she flailed her arm about as Tsuna got up, blushing a bit. He couldn't help but chuckle at Haru's antics, watching with amusement when Fuuta laughed happily.

"Tsuuunnaaa-saaaannn!"

"Goddammit, stop it!"

And then Tsuna found himself looking at one Arashi, and his chuckles came to an abrupt halt.

"Okay." The other boy declared savagely, "Explain. How the hell do they know you? Them knowing Gokudera makes sense, but how the hell do they know you?"

Tsuna had no idea when Gokudera had managed to release Haru from physically smothering Tsuna as the silver haired male came in between them, but Tsuna had to admit that he was glad. This was, after all, the question he hadn't wanted to be asked.

"That," Gokudera growled. Uh-oh, not good. "is none of your fucking business. Know your goddamn place!"

"Shut up," Arashi snapped, and Tsuna's mind worked quickly.

Clearly, for whatever reasons, Arashi was under the impression that the three knowing Gokudera was not out of the ordinary, which meant that he could use this to his own advantage. He came bodily in between Gokudera and Arashi, lest the latter found himself waking up in Heaven or the hospital, though Tsuna had a feeling that the former was more likely.

"I am Gokudera-kun's friend, aren't I? I met them through him."

It was a simple lie, and he did not need to look to his right to see Reborn nodding. Tsuna rolled his eyes. Reborn was perhaps the only adult who would encourage children to lie.

Arashi's lips pursed, the suspicion, like his other classmates, still not particularly removed. Tsuna panicked a bit, but knew he could not do anything about it now.

By the time they were appointed to their rooms and given the keys, night was already rolling in. Tsuna was glad about that. He was starving.

He entered the dining hall, noticing that almost everyone else was present there.

Arashi observed as Dame-Tsuna was led to his seat, at the head of the table—again. His suspicion grew. It burgeoned. Something was very wrong about everything, and he was determined to find out what. Arashi had always been the curious sort and this—this thing regarding Dame-Tsuna smelt, simply put, fishy. And the kids. Arashi did not believe a word of Tsuna's explanation—he knew that that wasn't the whole truth. Tsuna was hiding something.

He saw Dame-Tsuna smiling at the servant. Said servant smiled back, blushing.

Arashi paused.

What the fuck?

He squinted, observing the servant. And surely, her ears were bright red.

Okay, that was simply wrong. Tsuna was pretty disgusting, his smiles even more so, so why the hell was she blushing? And not to mention that she was seriously hot, and was, like, in her late twenties. The blushing because of Dame-Tsuna indicated that she had very bad tastes; the blushing despite Tsuna being fourteen meant that she was a pedophile.

Arashi grimaced.

Uh-huh. Right.

He failed to notice how the other servants and butlers who were bringing Tsuna food and filling his glass with water were blushing, too, as they realized, again, why and how they had instantly taken a liking to the Decimo during his first visit.

Although, frankly, taking up to becoming a pedophile did not seem that bad of an idea all of a sudden.

Tsuna was lying on his bed, satisfied beyond words.

He had eaten.

He had eaten, and goddamnit, this was probably the best thing that had happened to him over the past few days. He grinned at the ceiling happily. He had retired to his room immediately after dinner, hell bent on getting rest, slumping onto the four poster bed after having taken a bath.

So, he willed himself to go to sleep.

It wasn't working.

He tried counting sheep in his head, all for naught. Glancing at the clock, he came to the knowledge that he had been doing that very boring task for the past forty seven minutes.

Sleep, he thought to himself, furious, sleep.

Wrapping the blankets around himself so that he resembled a rather big cocoon than a human, he shut his eyes, ordering his body to relax. God knows, he needed sleep. Sure, today had been comparatively less hectic than usual, but he had been worried and tensed the whole day, paranoid about everything that even breathed. He had, very meticulously, avoided eye contact with the servants and butlers when anyone other than his friends were with him. He wondered how he would survive the next few days.

Survive, he thought, maybe I won't. Doesn't seem like a bad idea, actually.

Don't let your mind wonder, Sawada! Sleep.

His ears picked up noises at the other side of the door. He got up immediately—at this moment, he would gladly welcome any distraction, even if said distraction turned out to be an assassin. Cautiously walking towards the door, he opened it, meeting with three children.

"Fuuta?"

Fuuta looked at him, and so did Lambo and I-Pin. They were gazing at him expectantly, and Tsuna did not need them to speak to know what they wanted next. He opened the door wider, so that the three could enter his room. He frowned, worried, once they had themselves perched on his bed.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Lambo-sama's not feeling sleepy!" Lambo declared.

Fuuta gave him a sheepish look, "Um, can we sleep here?"

Tsuna smiled at them. The discomfort, he understood. The three always slept with his mother, so, of course, they would feel lonely. Moreover, he guessed that their rooms were too spacious for their liking.

"Sure," he replied, walking up to the bed and lying on it. Fuuta, I-Pin and Lambo immediately scooted close to him, and Tsuna couldn't contain a grin. It was good to know that he was needed by them, since he knew that he needed them more than they needed him.

Shutting his eyes, he fell asleep in minutes.

At five in the morning, he woke up to a crackle.

"Huh. This thing's working, right?"

The voice is familiar, Tsuna thought groggily, figuring that the voice was coming through the speakers in his room. Tsuna blinked, the vestiges of sleep not quite having left him. From beside him, the children shifted a bit, but they did not wake up.

"Vongola? You there?"

"I am," Tsuna replied immediately, a bit horrified to have responded to the term 'Vongola', though he was pretty sure that the voice behind the speaker hadn't heard him.

Tsuna felt like an idiot, speaking to a speaker.

"So, uh, Shoichi and I were working on a Silver Mosca, but then something went wrong, so it's unstable and it's heading towards the Mansion. Uh, it is meant to destroy things, so it will do just that. Just saying."

Tsuna finally recognized the owner of the voice.

Spanner!

And what do you mean by a Silver Mosca heading towards the Mansion!

As if to answer his unspoken question, something was merrily blasted to pathetic smithereens in the north-east wing of the mansion, causing slight tremors in his room. Tsuna groaned.

His chances of survival had diminished already.

Um. This was merely the introductory part—the main thing will start from the next chapter, I swear! Sorry for making the pace so slow!

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