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H-hello! I know I haven't updated in a long time, so I apologize for that, but things have been so hectic lately! I returned to school too relaxed because of summer. *chuckles nervously* But anyways, here's your update! ENJOY! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR. What more needs to be said?

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Tsuna's mind whirled as he tried to process this information. Tsuna. She definitely called him Tsuna. Years of Reborn's spartan training methods ingrained in him a photographic memory- or close to one.

What's going on? Why won't okaa-san call me "Tsu-kun"? Have I done something wrong? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-

Tsuna froze.

...Wait. Isn't this Nana a fake? THAT'S why she messed up her line. It's not like she doesn't love me anymore!

At least that's what he convinced himself.

His confused brain quickly centered his emotions on an outlet that they could relieve themselves on- the fake Nana.

Tsuna's body shook with rage.

How dare they insult Nana's memory by creating a fake!

They will pay.

Tsuna didn't even notice where his feet were taking him. He didn't notice until he was right in front of Nana's bedroom door. He halted. Tsuna's breathing slowed, unconsciously trying to be silent, hoping that he was wrong, that this Nana was real. However, Tsuna knew that this could not be the case. It could never be because nothing could bring the dead back.

Nothing.

Tsuna's rage intensified, his anger blinding the logical side of him as he slammed the door open.

Tsuna's eyes widened.

She was not there.

He scanned the room and caught sight of a note on the bedside table.

Eggs, milk, butter...

It was a shopping list.

Nana left earlier in order to purchase her things. Tsuna must not have heard her when she went out the door; he was, after all, caught up in his own inner turmoils-

But it still hurt him deeply inside, even if she was only donning the mask of Sawada Nana.

She didn't even want to tell me herself- and on top of that, she was such in a rush to get away from me that she forgot her shopping list.

He did not notice it then, but just for a moment, Tsuna's fists trembled slightly.

RING! RING!

Tsuna jumped. His anger quickly diminished, courtesy of the sudden sound. His head quickly whipped toward the direction of the sound. His eyes landed on a small, mobile phone, which does not look like Mama's, on the counter near her bed. Tsuna glanced at the clock on the wall. 11:02 a.m.

A normal time to call, but it's not impossible for the caller to be afiliated with the mafia. He apprehensively took small steps toward it. As Tsuna got near it, he checked the caller ID. It was a number he did not recognize.

His eyed narrowed in suspicion. He steeled his nerves and picked up the phone. Holding it toward his ear, he strained to hear, but it was silent. Tsuna waited for a few seconds. When all he heard was nothing, Tsuna opened his mouth to speak.

"He-"

"OI!"

The sudden loud noise was enough to make Tsuna deaf in one ear-at least for a few seconds. Wincing, he grumbled quietly while switching the phone to his right hand and holding it up to his other, non-ringing ear. Tsuna listened intently on the other end.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"N-nothing! Just calling Sawada to see if-"

"GIMME THAT!"

He could hear lots of colorful phrases and shouts of protest. Tsuna himself tries not to cuss whenever he could, since the words were usually used by the more "violent" individuals. Even though he only does it when he tries to intimidate people, sometimes it just slips out (like with that incident with the bed a few hours earlier).

"OI! SAWADA! YOU THERE?"

Warning bells rang off inside his head, though not quite as much as it did when he fought Byakuran. In fact, it was barely there.

"...Who's calling?" Tsuna asked sharply.

"WHAT? STOP BULL SH*TTING!"

"I am not-"

"ANYWAY! WE'RE DOING THAT THING TODAY! YOU BETTER SHOW UP! SINCE YOU CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER TO WRITE IT DOWN, I'LL SAY IT ONE MORE TIME. 1400 SAKABURA ROAD. THERE, YOU WILL SEE A BAR. GO THROUGH THE BACK DOOR ON THE RIGHT. IT STARTS AT 2."

"But-"

"NO BUTS! GET YOUR SCRAWNY *SS OVER HERE OR WE'RE GONNA MAKE YOU! WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!"

BEEP! BEEP!

Tsuna looks at the mobile device in his hand with shock and confuson. Who just called? Tsuna tried to process the information with little sucess. He sat down on her bed. Tsuna tried to think, although it didn't take very long. All the info was sorted neatly into his brain, courtesy of Reborn's spartan training.

Should I go? It sounds like something important. I need more info anyway. I'm pretty sure this isn't the Nanimori I know. This fake set and acting goes beyond even the most realistic of simulations.

Tsuna's back was hunched over, his elbows resting on his thighs, his hands crossed, fingers cradling and supporting his chin.

I'll confront the fake Nana when I get back. Besides, he knows where I live. If I don't go I'll endanger my-

famiglia

A shadow crossed over his face, hiding the pained expression that briefly flitted across his eyes. Even the word was hard to say. Tsuna's hands shook with rage, his teeth clenched together, his heart felt like it was ripped in two.

I've got nothing to lose. What could go wrong?

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