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"Speech/Dialogue"
'Thought'
Warnings: Slight AU, slight OOC, Change in Perspectives, Un-betaed
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Tsuna took deep breaths trying to calm his franticly beating heart. He choked the knot of his tie, pulling it downwards, almost as if some unknown force was strangling him. He swallowed the saliva accumulating in mouth and dug his nails into his palm in a fruitless effort to stop his trembling. Tension gripped his body and the breathing exercises were less than helpful.
Today was his coronation day and his nerves got to him. Three weeks had passed by in a flash and during it, there was nothing but nonstop training, rehearsals, etiquette lessons, and of course, the long awaited punishments from Reborn.
Needless to say, it was the most hellish three weeks he had ever had to endure.
Tsuna paced around the beautifully furnished waiting room, his fear never too behind his trail. It wasn't that he felt as if he was going to mess up- no, his dame-days were over five years ago (hopefully). But instead, it was the pressure of failure and embarrassment he had to deal with. What if somehow someone messed up and ruined the Vongola name? What if a fight broke out and his friends got badly injured in the process? What if he did or say something to offend other dons or donnas from prominent famiglias?
It wasn't like he had a break either. Today, the schedule was packed. After all his guardians gathered together, he had to go to the pre-coronation party where he introduced himself to the elites of the underworld. After that was the coronation itself- where he had to take up the title of Vongola Decimo and state his status as the boss of the biggest crime syndicate in the world. After that ordeal, he had to attend the after party where another large celebration was taking place but this time with more pressure since the only ones invited were bosses, guardians, and other VIP guests. Then after all of that, Reborn had informed him that a secret meeting was taking place between the allied bosses (and only one of their most trusted men) to discuss treaties, alliances, trade, and other political and famiglia matters. Not to mention, Vongola tradition dictated him to partake in certain gruelling activities throughout the day.
Tsuna took another deep breath when a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder. He jumped at the sudden touch and he swore if it weren't for Reborn's training, he would have squealed.
He turned around to see his friends with a worried face.
"Hayato! Takeshi!"
Hayato quickly fetched him some water as Yamamoto smiled, his large palms drawing soothing circles around his shoulder blades.
Tsuna smiled at their thought. "Thanks Hayato, Takeshi."
"No worries, Juudaime."
"No problem Tsuna." Yamamoto's smile turned slightly sour. "But are you going to be alright?"
"Yeah… Just a little nervous." Tsuna accepted the soothing Rain flames, finally coming back to his senses. "I do think we might have went a little overboard with my coronation…"
Gokudera gave him an enthusiastic smile (noticing how he switched topics but nevertheless went along with it). "Nothing is too good for you, Juudaime!"
"Maa, maa Tsuna. Don't worry about it!" Slinging an arm around Tsuna, Yamamoto gave him a reassuring look. "Well, I wasn't here last time, but it's going to be fine. We're all here to protect you."
Ryohei stepped in, his fists pumping in the air. "YEAH! Don't worry, I'll protect you guys!"
"Lower your damn volume! This isn't one of your stupid little matches Sagasawa!" Gokudera growled grabbing his shirt collar.
"Real men live their lives to the EXTREME!" Gokudera winced at his volume, regretting pulling him in so close. "Right Sawada!?"
Tsuna flinched, unsure of why he had gotten pulled into their little argument. "Y-Yeah… Sure Onii-san."
Ryohei gave Gokudera a smug look. "See!"
"Shut up! Juudaime is just too kind for an idiot like you!"
"Idiot? I'm no idiot!"
"Want to bet!?"
"Yeah! Let's settle this with a brawl!"
Tsuna panicked. The last thing he needed was Ryohei destroying walls and Gokudera setting off dynamites. "H-Hey wait guys!"
"Maa, maa." Yamamoto stepped in between the two of them, a hand on each of their shoulders. "Everyone, let's all calm down. This is Tsuna's day, remember? The last thing we need is Tsuna cooped up in his office during the after party to sign work permission forms again."
The two hotheaded guardians grumbled but agreed as they turned apologetically towards Tsuna.
"Forgive me Juudaime!"
"Sorry Sawada…"
He forgave them (obviously) as he gave a look of gratitude to Yamamoto. He was already stressed about this whole thing but to imagine adding property damage into the mix, he was going to die where stood.
Tsuna shook his head; it wasn't good to think negatively. He had thought that phase of his life would've passed by now.
"It's okay guys. But on the topic, I think we might have gotten a little overboard with the renovations for my coronation."
Following their boss, they looked up exasperatedly. The room was an art piece all in itself. The floors were made of Macassar Ebony wood –obviously they spared no expense- otherwise simple yet elegant tapestry covered the floor.
White pillars separated each wall, the style reminiscent of Italian rococo architecture with a touch contemporary renovation. The walls were made from the finest fabric layered with latex with hand painted designs replicating the Renaissance artists' style such as Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo.
Beautiful Christian and religious imagery were carefully woven through each area- which Tsuna found quite ironic.
(Not that he was a religious man, no, but how these types of religious imagery were specifically designed for buildings holding the most wanted criminals and dangerous sinners in the world.)
And dear lord, the furniture was a whole different story.
Tsuna jumped (again) as Gokudera placed a reassuring hand on his shoulders (Tsuna shuddered at the thought of Reborn's reaction to his shaken state right now).
"Don't be shy! Nothing is too good for you Juudaime!"
Tsuna chuckled at his friend's enthusiasm. "Thanks Hayato."
Slinging an arm around Tsuna, Yamamoto gave him a reassuring grin. "Don't worry about it Tsuna! I'm sure it's going to be perfectly fine." He cupped his hands near his ear. "If it's any consolation, I'm kinda nervous too. I wasn't here last time but it's going to be fine, trust me."
Tsuna nodded. There were some…problems during the last ceremony but if Yamamoto could have this much confidence after all that's happened, he couldn't allow himself to be washed away by his own nerves.
YEAH!" Ryohei bursted out.
Tsuna gave a crooked smile, trying to hide the pain, having been in earshot when he yelled (it was a wonder how none of them didn't go deaf yet).
Ryohei was on fire, excitement pouring through skin. "Don't you worry Sawada! I'll protect you guys to the extreme!"
"Thank you onii-san. I'm sure you will."
Tsuna could only hope that didn't come at the expense of more nights alone with a bottle of champagne and paperwork.
Bossu?"
Tsuna turned around as Chrome smiled back at him. "Chrome! When did you get here?"
"Just now. I was talking with Fran."
He internally groaned. 'I can't believe the Varia's arrived already. I expected them later on the day.' "Thanks Chrome. Oh, that's right! How are you feeling? Are you going to be okay? I heard you overexerted yourself yesterday."
Chrome nodded. "Y-YesI I'm completely fine. I trained very hard for today. And Mammon and Mukuro-sama had said my illusions have been getting better."
Tsuna smiled gently. "I'm glad." He looked around. "Do you know where Hibari-san and Lambo are? No, actually, Hbari-san might already be at the greeting."
"More like sulking in a corner."
"I can't really argue that." Tsuna shrugged. He placed a hand over his chest, making sure the item he found earlier was still there. "Where's Lambo?"
Gokudera clicked his tongue. "That damn cow better not be running around to God knows fucking where!"
"Hayato, I'm sure Lambo's on his way here" He recalled the whole incident three weeks ago. "…hopefully."
"I'll go look for him if you want Bossu."
"Will you? You're a lifesaver, thanks Chrome."
"I-It's no problem. I'll see you and the others at the greeting." Chrome gave a polite bow, before leaving to find the hyperactive child (again).
"We should go too Tsuna," Yamamoto piped in, "you can't be late for your own greeting, right?"
"Yeah…" Tsuna's shoulders slumped to the floor. It was now or never. And let's just say, he never had the privilege to choose 'never' (because of a certain fedora wearing Arcobaleno).
"Don't worry Juudaime! I promise to handle every tedious task so you can be comfortable. And anyone who dares to interrupt you this time…" A sinister and serious look shadowed his eyes.
Tsuna stared sadly. Gokudera had forgiven the Shimon, but not completely. He cared too much for his health and wellbeing after all- which he appreciated but Tsuna wished he could forgive them already since the previous corcoronation wasn't exactly all the Shimon's fault.
"Hayato-"
"Don't be so salty Hayato!" Yamamoto looped his arm around Gokudera's neck, pulling him close. "Last time was a misunderstanding, remember?"
"First of all-" Gokudera pushed him off, seething. "-stop using my first name! Did you lose extra brain cells on your missions!? Two-" He punched Yamamoto, the latter catching his fist (and laughing). "-I am not salty!"
"Sure you aren't." (Was that sarcasm in his voice?)
"Anyways," Yamamoto turned towards Tsuna, ignoring the fuming Storm (only being held back by the Sun). "Don't worry Tsuna. We'll be with you through it all." He patted his back, heading for the door. "Well? C'mon let's go!"
"Juudaime can go whenever he wants-" Gokudera cut off; Ryohei trapping him in a choke hold.
"OWUOOAHHH!" The boxer cheered as started to run. "LET'S GO TO THE EXTREME!"
Gokudera struggled, barely managing to get a word out. "L-Let go-!"
Ryohei ignored him, running outside, hauling the poor bomber with him. Hearing the distant yelling of the two loudest in their family, Tsuna could only sigh and hope that he didn't get another sleepless night.
Tsuna walked down the hallway, passing the intricate décor and expensive furniture- one of them being the timeless photographs and paintings of the previous generations' Vongola boss and their guardians. He passed by them in ascending order. First it was the Primo family, Giotto Vongola. His face was stern, and his eyes displayed power and authority yet held a merciful core hidden beneath. Everyone in the picture was in their formal attire- prim and proper. A majority of them weren't smiling and kept a professional aura around them except Asari who was smiling, Daemon who had a coy smirk, and Lampo who looked as if he was desperate to rip out of that tight black suit and into more comfortable wear.
Tsuna briefly wondered how Giotto ever managed to deal with the pressures of society and the underworld. How did he rule? Was he a man planning for family spanning throughout the centuries? Did he managed to achieve all this with an overly optimistic mindset?
But then again, history told two different stories. One was that he was a pacifistic gentleman who didn't dare hurt a fly- which was partially evidenced by Daemon Spade's motif. The other was that he was just all any other men in that area, dealing with that pressure- a ruthless monster hell bound in achieving his goals. The only difference being he was not as bad as the others. History, even within the private Vongola database, was skewed with different stories and theories. This fact was no better said than the whole Shimon debacle.
History is written by the victors after all.
Tsuna stared feverently into the sunset hues of his ancestor, cradling his ring softly. Sometimes he felt as if Giotto was evaluating him despite him been long passed away and the fact that he explicitly told him that they do not meddle with affairs of the millennial.
Yet…
Tsuna shook his head; his nerves were getting to him again.
He kept on walking, passing by each generation: Vongola Secondo, Terzo, Quarto, Quinto, Sesto, Settimo, Ottavo, and a young Nono- all having very serious expressions on their faces. With an exception of a few guardians (mostly Rain) all of them looked like they were glaring curtly into the camera and Tsuna felt chills running down his spine when confronted with their harsh judgement.
Passing by Nono's portrait, he came to a stop. He stretched his hand out, feeling the soft textures of the wallpaper on his fingertips.
"Tsuna?" Yamamoto took a couple of steps back, noticing how his boss stopped in his track. When he didn't answer, Yamamoto waved a hand in front of him. "Hello? Earth to Tsuna!"
Tsuna blinked and tilted his head, finally focusing on his Rain. "Yes, Takeshi?"
Yamamoto followed Tsuna's arm, glancing at the blank wall. "Pretty soon we'll up there too. Nervous?"
Tsuna shrugged nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah."
Yamamoto laughed, lightening the mood. "Hopefully we won't have to frown like that in our picture!"
"I heard from Reborn that we should replicate the Primo family's portrait just to throw people off." Tsuna chuckled remembering the childish yet tempting suggestion.
"Maybe we can even have the picture dressed up as each other!"
"That would be funny but I doubt Hibari-san, Mukuro, and Reborn will go through with it." Then a very important flaw clicked in his head. "Who's going to dress as Chrome?"
"Uh…" Yamamoto went silent, then pointed his finger towards Tsuna. "You?"
"What!?" Tsuna was flabbergasted as a bright blush painted his face. "W-Why-? How-? How can I- Don't you- Takeshi why did you even suggest something like that!?"
"Haha! I'm joking Tsuna!" Yamamoto patted his back roughly, making him jerk forward. "Though, out of all of us you do have the most feminine features."
Tsuna cringed internally. It wasn't his fault that his mother's genes were the dominate trait. "Thanks. Really makes me feel like Neo Vongola Primo."
"C'mon cheer up Tsuna!" He started to walk, Tsuna following in tow. He leaned back on his hands supporting his head, as he smiled. "It's just a joke so don't worry about it! It's not like you would ever have to do something like that."
Tsuna sweated nervously but covered it up by walking faster. Unbeknownst to Yamamoto, Tsuna already had dressed in drag because of Reborn and his lessons on 'the art of incognito.'
(Tsuna would rather die than risk anyone –especially his friends- finding out.)
"Woah Tsuna, what's wrong?" Yamamoto quickly caught up to him. "You sped up."
Tsuna tried to change the topic. Quickly. "S-So, are you still nervous about the ceremony?"
"Well kinda but I'm more excited than anything else. Oh, that reminds me! Do you think Squalo came to the party? There's a move I wanted to show him." He hummed, scratching his chin. "Well considering that huge smirk he had when I told him I was pursuing the sword man route... Haha! I'm excited!"
Tsuna smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. He felt horrible that Yamamoto had to give up baseball- the one thing he loved above all else because of him.
Yamamoto noticed right away, his hand shuffling Tsuna's unruly hair. "Don't feel bad Tsuna. I chose to do this. I can promise you that my resolve didn't change. My friends are more important than baseball."
He looked at Tsuna dead in the eyes, the latter instinctively straightening up. "If I lose baseball, I can live. If I lose an arm, I can live. If I lose all my senses, I can still live. But if I lost you and the others…"
He clenched his hands but let go of it quickly when Tsuna's face contorted in pain. He panicked, apologising. "S-Sorry Tsuna!"
"No, it's okay," Tsuna said rubbing his head. It hurt but he knew it wasn't done on purpose.
He balled his fists, disappointed in himself. "Sorry…"
"I told you, it's okay." Tsuna gave a toothy grin copying one of Yamamoto's signature smiles. "Come on, let's get to the party and show Squalo that new move."
"Yeah... You're right!"
Tsuna always managed to calm him down even after the most traumatic experiences. Yamamoto slapped himself feeling silly. It was his duty as the Rain to soothe the Sky, not the other way around. So how pathetic was he to let himself get down like this? He promised himself that he would repay Tsuna for being his friend and boss- nothing in this world was going to break that oath.
(Tsuna felt a burst of Rain flames for a split second- his heart beating like a calm metronome at the pleasant hum of his Sky flame resonating.)
With his resolve set, Yamamoto took a deep breath, he reverted to happy-go-lucky self. "I bet Squalo's going to be surprised!"
"Yep. Just be careful, Reborn told me that for every wall I break it's another hour with Hibari in the training hall." Tsuna shivered, chills running down his spine. "Each furniture, it's an hour personally moderated by him."
Yamamoto patted Tsuna's shoulders in sympathy.
Tsuna stepped into the banquet just outside the manor. The venue was large as to be expected. Circular tables lined the side of the building full of food and desserts as servants passed around glasses beverages as accompaniment. The weather welcomed him- soft winds blowing gently against the white cloth covering the tables and the bright, yet not blinding, sun shining on the venue.
The exterior and entrance to the banquet were heavily guarded with security checking for weapons and poison. There were even specialized flame compressors handed out so no funny business occurred. No doubt security was extra tight this year since nobody wanted to risk another ceremony interrupted by another mafia war.
Tsuna scanned the area, spotting some familiar faces. Naito Longchamp, his old classmate, was acting weird as usual with some of the allied bosses Tsuna had met during his last five years- not to mention he was showing off another girl he had never met before (Tsuna estimated about five hours before she dumped him and he moved on to someone else).
Shamal for one was already drunk and hitting on every woman at the banquet (each meeting ending with a slap to the face). Tsuna was sure that his overly flirtatious demeanor was an act, but shrugged it off as something he just did. He was under stress for the past year monitoring Nono's health after all.
Near the tables were Bianchi talking with a woman (who Tsuna assumed was Gokudera's girlfriend) as Fuuta and I-pin were talking about something with the other mafia children, who were invited, off to the corner. Lancia, surprisingly, was talking with some of the Shimon guardians in the distance.
He saw that some of the Millefiore guardians were chatting with the Varia (as evidenced by Squalo's yelling) but thankfully Yamamoto, Dino (with his men), and Ryohei were there to keep things to a minimal level (well as minimal as these people could get). Gokudera was running around everywhere checking if the venue was safe and to make certain that there were no surprises.
(Mukuro, Hibari, and Reborn were nowhere to be found which worried him greatly.)
'Chrome's probably still looking for Lambo. I hope he didn't get himself into trouble again…' Tsuna thought, remembering the whole run away incident three weeks ago.
Continuing his observations, he saw that Colonello and Lal were talking with some of the other ex-Arcobalenos (no doubt Reborn orchestrated all that) minus Yuni, the ex-Sky Acrobaleno. It was still a sight to see all of them here in one place though. Skull was here as a third party member of the Shimon (though it wasn't really hard to get him here if Reborn had anything to say about it), Fon because of his connection with I-pin, and Mammon because of the Varia (and copious amounts of money). Hell, even Verde was here. Tsuna felt shivers down his spine knowing full well that the only reason Verde would ever attend was because he found something worth researching and that was a scary enough thought on its own.
The two people he was surprised to find was Colonello and Lal- seeing how they were off on their anniversary vacation (Tsuna had a sneaking suspicion that it was Colonello's fault coupled with Lal's reluctant personality).
Basil, Enma, and Byakuran were near the dessert table talking with each other and Tsuna thanked the heavens that his dad wasn't here. It wasn't like he hated him as a person, but he still held some resentment to him as a father. Tsuna pinched the bridge of his nose- a headache coming to him (it always happened when he thought about his father).
(In short, he'd rather avoid him as much as possible.)
Nono and his guardians on a balcony in a shade near the building which was guarded even heavier with an extra layer of inspection being conducted for any bosses or representatives who wished to speak to him.
Tsuna's head spun at the number of people at the greeting but kept counting nonetheless. Reborn had pummeled into his brain that knowing all your guests was crucial since you knew where to spend your time and how much to. Business deals and alliances thrived off social gatherings after all.
'The Leilei Brothers, Trad 6 Famiglia, Han Ryu sector, Voltra mob…' Tsuna had to admit, it was impressive even to him to remember all these notable groups. 'I see the Korean famiglia Gokudera helped also came. They usually don't make public appearances.'
Tsuna held his tie, his nails digging into the knot. 'Well, it's now or never.'
Hello Vongola Decimo!" A large husky man introduced himself.
Tsuna politely bowed, wearing the perfect mafia don facade. "A pleasure."
Another man suddenly appeared, a hand extended towards him. "It's a pleasure to meet you!"
Tsuna shook it with a firm grip. Reborn had told him this was a small way to show dominance through motion. "I as well-"
My family has been allied with the Vongola for over two generations Decimo!" Another man barged in.
"It's-"
I hope you the best Decimo!" Another don.
"I too-"
May I introduce you to our daughter? She's only a year younger than you, Decimo!" A woman.
No, no, no please meet our daughter Decimo. She's quite skilled-"
My sons can help you lead the Vongola better Decimo, furthermore-"
Don Vongola, my sons can actually benefit both our families-"
Don Vongola, thank you for inviting us to your extravagant ceremony-"
A beautiful day, wouldn't you say Decimo? Would care for a-"
Please Don Vongola, join us. We were just talking about the cartels and smuggling ring running in Brazil-"
The yakuza in the eastern boarders of Japan can most definitely benefit you-"
Please take this as a token of our families' generational alliance!"
Tsuna smiled his way through, trying to answer the barrage of introductions assaulting him. He kept a poise demeanor, his amber eyes burning through the tangled crowd of people. His voice was as smooth as silk, his silvery tongue gaining the respect and approval of the guests. If not for the physical differences people would regard him as the reincarnation of the first Vongola boss, Giotto. Some even did now.
Internally, however, was a literal shitstorm. Tsuna felt as if his soul was bouncing off the walls- the tail anchored to his body. His heart raced at the sheer amount of dons, donnas, and representatives of the allied families hoarding him with questions and ulterior motives. He mustered up everything, every ounce of self control he had, resisting the urge to not just high-tail it out of there.
'I should've just followed Takeshi...' Tsuna thought regretfully.
(He had stepped outside with Yamamoto and as the latter went off to find Squalo as the former was suddenly bombarded with mass groups of people coming towards him.)
Oi! All of you!"
Everyone, including Tsuna, turned towards the source of the voice as his face immediately softened.
Gokudera came marching in, cutting the crowd in two. He glared past every representative and gave a slightly less malcontent look to the dons and donnas. "You may greet Vongola Decimo after he has greeted Vongola Nono."
Every allied boss and representative flinched at the title. Knowing it was better to hound Tsuna later (during the after party), they scattered across the venue, knowing full well that interrupting bonds between blood was considered an act of treason.
Tsuna's muscles slightly relaxed, finally being able to breathe properly again. 'I thought I was going to die.' "Thanks Hayato, you're a big help."
Gokudera beamed at the praise. "Of course Juudaime, anything for you! Besides Nono does actually wish to speak with you."
"Oh?" Tsuna hadn't seen Nono since the last inheritance ceremony, which was roughly five years ago. From the mafia rumour mills and Reborn, he had heard about Nono's failing health. "Are you sure he shouldn't be resting? I'm worried…"
"Don't worry Juudaime, Nono has his own guardians that takes care of him. Besides I'm sure if anything was wrong Reborn-san would've done something already." Gokudera pointed towards the balcony area, quite isolated from the rest of the party. "Nono's been resting there and all his guardians are there to protect him."
Tsuna nodded. "Alright thanks Hayato. Oh! That reminds me, are you okay?"
Gokudera gave him a confused look. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just that you've been working so hard on the preparations…" Tsuna gave him a sympathetic look. "And I'm aware of how much time you're spending away from your girlfriend because of me. She must be pretty angry right about now, huh?"
"It's nothing for you to worry about Juudaime." Gokudera gave a tired smile. "She came to the ceremony but I think she's still with my...sister." He groaned as Tsuna patted his back. Even after five years, he still held a physical trauma that occurred his childhood.
"Spend some time with her and Bianchi. You deserve some rest."
"But I still need to make sure everything's in order for your coronation!"
"I'll help so go and have some time off Hayato." Tsuna pushed Gokudera in the direction of the banquet tables. "And I won't do anything rash without you so don't worry about me running off. Trust me, Reborn's been keeping a close eye on me."
He mumbled, unsure of it was actually okay. "Then if it's alright with you-"
"Go. This isn't just my ceremony, it's ours. You are the tenth generation Vongola Storm." Tsuna turned to bow politely at a passing don, shifted attention back to him. "Enjoy the party Hayato."
As Tsuna turned around, a hand stopped him. Looking back Tsuna blinked curiously.
"I- um… Juudaime thank you," Gokudera said, embarrassed, "and I noticed something b-but it's very small so I don't know if you want to hear-!"
"It's okay. Tell me what's eating you."
"Well, I just noticed that you stopped calling me 'Hayato-kun.'"
Tsuna covered his mouth surprised. It was strange since cultures died hard. He didn't mean any disrespect but it was a stressful three weeks so his mannerisms were all shifted towards his mafia side. Not to mention all the new sets of idiosyncratic mannerisms he was force to learn the past few years.
Tsuna looked up guiltily, his hands covering his mouth in thought. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice."
"No! It's no problem! It was just an observation!"
Tsuna laughed weakly. "Well, European cultures have been shoved into me by Reborn."
"I see." Gokudera smiled, relieved that the honourific was gone. Yamamoto had no honourifics behind his name so he got a little worried. He knew the swordsman had enough respect to never cross the line, but sometimes Gokudera felt as if his title as the boss's right-hand man was in jeopardy. Despite trying to keep a level-headed mind, he couldn't help but feel envy as Tsuna always seemed to turn to others before him.
Assurance surging through his heart, Gokudera bowed deeply- his resolve to serve his beloved boss stronger than ever. "Well then, I'm off. Please notify me if there's anything wrong!"
Tsuna waved goodbye as he saw Gokudera running off to the banquet tables. As he left, Tsuna placed a hand over his heart, the rhythmic beats of his Sky flames growing even stronger.
"Sawada-dono!"
"Tsuna."
"Tsu-kun~"
"Basil! Enma! Byakuran!" Tsuna rushed over to the small crowd of mafia bosses. "I'm glad you came."
"Of course! As the head of the CEDEF, I will never let you down!" Basil said enthusiastically.
Byakuran chirped in, his hands full of sweets. "Also, who in their right minds would refuse an invitation from the Vongola? Or at least Yuni or you for my case."
"T-Thanks?" Tsuna said puzzled, "How's Yuni by the way? I heard that one of her family members got hurt."
"Hm… No worries. It was Nozoru and the mouse trap again."
"Do- Do I even want to know?"
He took a spoonful of ice cream, savouring the flavor, promptly ignoring him. "She told me to tell you that she was sorry for not being able to attend your ceremony."
'I hope no one got too hurt.' "That's okay, I'm can imagine taking care of the Giglio Nero is stressing enough."
"Yuni doesn't know she's missing though. These sweets are so good!" Byakuran ate another spoonful.
Basil looked concerned observing Byakuran's black hole of a stomach. "Byakuran-dono, you'll get stomach aches if you eat too many sweets."
Byakuran laughed taking in another mouthful. "You sound just like Yuni!"
'That's because it's true…' Tsuna shook his head as he noticed Enma awkwardly looking off somewhere. "Enma? Are you okay?"
Enma snapped out of his thoughts as he turned towards him. "It's nothing."
Tsuna looked at him skeptically. He followed where Enma's gaze once was to see a crowd of people whispering to each other.
"It's the Shimon Don."
"Wasn't he the one who interrupted the last ceremony?"
"Why did the Vongola invite them here?"
"Well they do say, keep your enemies close…"
"Let's hope there aren't any more disturbances this time."
Enma fidgeted uncomfortably. It wasn't like he cared much of other's opinions of him, but the fact that he was reminded of his guilt, hurt. It wasn't their opinions specifically that affected him but Tsuna's. Of course, the kind don would never blame him, but the fact of the matter was that he did in fact hurt many innocent people as a result of his own mistakes and choices.
That was the bitter truth.
So what could he say or do? They weren't wrong. No matter how much he regretted it, the fact of the matter was that he tried to kill his best friend out of some misguided spite that ran through their family for generations.
He closed his eyes, trying to make amends. Seriously, how was it that Tsuna still forgave him? How was it that Vongola still trusted the Shimon? How was it that they still trusted him? Just how can they-
"! ! !" Enma nearly choked, the taste of sweetened vanilla shoved forcibly into his mouth. He quickly swallowed and coughed, the silver spoon popping out of his mouth, staring accusingly at Byakuran. "Wha…What was that for?"
"Because you looked so bitter, I wanted balance you out with some sugar," Byakuran said playfully, "right, Tsu-kun?"
Tsuna questioned his word choices but nevertheless agreed. "Don't feel guilty Enma. That incident wasn't your fault."
"Yes!" Basil nodded. "We must also consider that it was partially our fault as well."
Of course they knew what he was thinking. "But I-"
Byakuran shut him up with another overpowering helping of vanilla. He glanced at the pathetic group whispering amongst themselves and sighed. "So weak." He turned back to Enma. "They're purposefully doing that so you'll listen but they're too afraid to get into a confrontation. How boring."
Tsuna nodded. "Don't listen to them Enma. You were manipulated and I won't ever blame you for that. We both, our families both, made mistakes and caused misunderstandings so don't let people who weren't even involved tell you otherwise. Because if they dare hurt any hurt any of my friends-" His eyes burned orange, scrutinizing the vultures still lingering in the lion's presence. "-I'll protect them to the bitter end."
Byakuran whistled as Tsuna dispersed the mass of gossiping people with a single stare. "Tsu-kun is so scary~"
Tsuna's all-encompassing flames simmered down as he turned back to Enma. "Oh, that reminds me, thanks for taking care of Lambo yesterday."
"He was a handful," Byakuran replied, feigning exhaust.
"You weren't even the one holding him."
"But I had to give up one of my marshmallows"
"You're the one who gave it to him willingly," Enma piped in, "why you would give him sugar when he wanted to sleep, I'll never understand."
"I thought I'd help?" Byakuran shrugged nonchalantly, the grin he wore stretching from ear to ear. "Anyways Tsu-kun, are you sure you have time to talk like this? I'm sure you have a whole list of other people to greet."
"Yeah…" Tsuna sighed. "I need to speak with the allied bosses then Nono afterwards. But I want to thank everyone for coming first."
"Would you like me to accompany you?" Basil asked with a smile.
Tsuna shook his head, straightening his suit. "It's my responsibility. Go talk to Lal for old time's sake. I'm sure she'll be proud of how much you've done as the CEDEF leader."
The CEDEF really did take a large turn after Basil became the boss. His father, though he rather not say, was a good boss. And when he left, rose some internal conflicts between the older recruits and squad leaders- unsure and restless at the thought of a mere child inheriting one of the title of Vongola's external advisers (no one dared to go against Decimo's orders however). Basil was quite a loyal person however that also made him very dependent. It wasn't like Tsuna's case where his main problem lied with (the lack of) self-confidence or that he was a fish out of water, no, but he was continuously trying to find guidance. Not that there was anything particularly wrong in that, but there was a difference between the pursuit of knowledge and needing guidance for each step you took.
Though thankfully, Basil's resolve wasn't fragile which was more than enough to compensate for his faults. Sure he was dependent but he was also strong and supportive. His willingness to listen and follow was one of his greatest strengths (as well as weakness), regardless with the help of Oregano and Turmeric, he quickly showcased his power and authority and subsequently dissolved any ill intent the older recruits had about him.
Basil scratched his head nervously. "T-Thank you for the kind words. However, I still much I need to learn Sawada-dono."
"You've gotten a lot stronger," Enma said, "If it weren't for Adel, our fight would've dragged on for ages."
"T-Thank you." Basil smiled shyly as he bowed. "Well then, I'll excuse myself now. As the Vongola's external adviser, I also have the responsibility of greeting the guests as well. I'll see you at the ceremony Sawada-dono."
As Basil left, Byakuran nudged Enma. "You guys sparred?"
He nodded. "Whenever I visit Italy, Basil asks me if we can spar." Plus Tsuna, they were known as the Hyper Trio after all. "Unlike some people who force me into things."
Byakuran chuckled. "Hmm? Who could you possibly be talking about?"
Enma groaned.
'Enma sure has gotten…sarcastic lately. Then again, he does deal with Byakuran on a daily basis.' Tsuna thought humorously.
He turned towards Byakuran, noticing that the amount of sweets in his hands had grown from the last few seconds. 'How does he even-!? Never mind.' "Where's Shoichi and Spanner?"
Byakuran twirled the silver spoon on his fingers, chuckling at the memory. "Sho-chan got sick after a pretty little lady flirted with him and he left the party early."
"Why would he...?" He knew Shoichi was the very definition of a nervous wreck but he had thought that five years was enough to treat that.
Reading his mind, Byakuran continued. "It was a donna from a pretty eccentric mechanic mob up north. Rumours say she's as good with a wrench as she is with her men."
"Ahh…" Tsuna gave his sympathies to the poor man. "What about Spanner?"
"He talked with her for a bit before helping Sho-chan. They both told me to send you their best regards."
Enma twirled his wine. "I can only imagine." He, himself, had trouble talking to women as well. "I hope he's okay."
"Well it's normal for Sho-chan so no worries!" Byakuran sang cheerfully. "Anyways, you better get going Tsu-kun~"
The tone sent shivers down his spine. "For the love of God please don't say that line ever again."
"Why? Do I sound too much like mama?" He cupped his cheeks, imitating Nana's movements.
"I'm pulling an exit to this conversation now." Tsuna turned his heels leaving immediately. He didn't need more of Byakuran's creepy interpretation of his mother.
"Bye bye!"
"See you during the ceremony Tsuna."
Tsuna approached the tables where Bianchi was talking with a young woman with kind eyes and an elegant demeanor.
"Hello ladies," Tsuna interrupted politely.
Bianchi turned around and smiled, setting the glass of wine in her hands down on the table. "Hello Tsuna. Or should I call you Decimo now?"
The other woman followed in suit and bowed deeply, her voice laced with motherly kindness. "Hello Vongola Decimo. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Also please call me Tsuna. It's weird when my friends call me by my title." Tsuna stretched his hand, grabbing the lady's soft hand in a friendly manner. "You must be Hayato's girlfriend."
She nodded. "My name is Desdemona Moíra. Hayato talks so much about you."
Tsuna let a friendly snort. "I imagine he would. I did hope that that habit of his would've died down with time however I'm afraid that isn't the case."
Desdemona laughed, her hands covering her lips. "You should've seen what he did with your gift. He hung it in his office and had a protective case custom built. He practically worships that thing."
'I'm glad Hayato likes the tablet I got him, but shouldn't he be spending more time with his lover?' Tsuna sighed raking his hair back. "Wait, now that you mention it, where's Hayato?"
"I think he went to check the coronation hall," Bianchi said, "he didn't even come greet his big sister or lover." She sighed. "That boy…"
Tsuna shook his head and looked at Desdemona apologetically. "I'm apologize. Hayato's always so antsy because of me."
She gave him a warm smile but Tsuna knew better than to believe outer appearances. "It's no problem Tsuna. I'm sure he's just worried about you. This is your party and as I've been told, we have to make sure nothing goes horribly south like your previous one."
Tsuna could hear the voice crack and see the defeated look in her eyes as she tried to reassure him. Although it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself.
"He may have grown up but he's so immature." Bianchi crossed her arms, a slightly annoyed look coming over her. "Love is the greatest strength in this world. Not many people have it and yet he's wasting it." She hugged Desdemona, the latter jumping at the sudden action. "You poor, poor girl. My brother doesn't appreciate you enough."
"It's okay Bianchi. Please don't worry."
"It's not okay. A man who can't love is worthless."
'Harsh…' "But I do agree with Bianchi…somewhat. I try to give him as little work as possible but he refuses to stop working. I'm more concerned over his health than anything."
Desdemona traced her finger on the rim of her glass before resolve flashed in her eyes. "Can I ask something, Tsuna?"
Tsuna raised a brow. She was shifting in her dress, fidgeting nervously, choking the neck of the glass.
"Actually, never mind." She loosened her grip and curtsied. "Anyways it's great finally meeting the person Hayato's always on about but I'm sure you have other business to tend to."
Bianchi gestured her hand. "Go Tsuna."
"Sorry about this Bianchi, Desdemona. I'll make sure Hayato gets some rest."
Desdemona closed her eyes weakly in hopeless acceptance. "I can only hope."
"Well please have a good time-"
"Juudaime!"
Tsuna turned his head to see Gokudera running towards him, panting. "Hayato!" he said surprised, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Juudaime." He straightened his suit, collecting his composure. "I was just surprised to see you here. I thought you would be with Reborn-san."
Bianchi pushed Tsuna aside, a passionate gleam in her eyes. "Reborn!? Where is he?"
Gokudera winced. "S-Sis… I didn't see you there."
"Where is my love Hayato? I haven't seen him all day. Tell. me. now."
"H-He's with the other Arcobalenos." Gokudera's eyes seemed to avoid her direct line of sight. "He's talking with Bucking Bronco before-"
"So he's been getting around." A soft blush made its way onto Bianchi's face. "I'm going to go find him. Hayato you stay with her."
Gokudera face turned into confusion. "Her?"
"Hayato."
(Tsuna felt chills running down his spine at her icy tone.)
"D-Desdemona!? When did you get here?"
"I was here the whole time." Desdemona smiled but Tsuna could see the unsettling annoyance building up inside her.
Gokudera frantically looked around, his body shaking in panic. "Wait sis! I have work to do-"
Bianchi pulled Gokudera's ears to her lips. "She gave up everything she had to do today just for you. Stop pushing her away, she's not weak." She let him go as Gokudera stumbled back. "Bye Tsuna. Have fun with Hayato Desdemona, I'm going to find Reborn."
The final glance she gave Gokudera was a warning and he knew full well of what would happen if he were to do otherwise (not that he was scared, but it was hard to argue with her).
Gokudera coughed awkwardly. "Juudaime have you met-"
"Yes Hayato. We did meet," she interrupted, "before I even met you today."
Tsuna could only respect how much class she held despite the anger dripping from her voice. If it was anyone else, or the setting was different, he was sure that they would've started a fight on the spot. Instead he just had a lot of uncomfortable silence and judgement.
'Is this what its like being in a relationship?' Tsuna observed the two in awkward contemplation, his hyper intuition nudging him to take a hint. "I'll just leave the two of you alone."
"Juudaime wait-"
"Spend some time with her." Tsuna passed by Gokudera, whispering into his ear before he left. "The coronation is within the Vongola borders but if you leave, who's going to protect her?"
Gokudera flinched and dug his fingertips into his palms. On one hand he had his lover and the other his boss. Mauling over his conflicting thoughts, he eventually nodded. "Please tell me if anything goes wrong."
Tsuna nodded, pleased with the outcome. In their younger days, there was no question about it, Gokudera would've followed Tsuna in a heart beat. To see him opening up like this- to see him accept others into his life, gave the boundless Sky a little more hope.
Tsuna turned to Desdemona, before giving Gokudera a proud glance. "It was a pleasure talking to you."
She bowed in respect and smile gracing her lips. "I as well."
"Please tell me if you need anything boss!" Gokudera said as Tsuna left.
Tsuna greeted some powerful allies nearby before he spotting a group of children in the corner of his eye. He excused himself, walking over to the group of mingling kids.
Most of them were from powerful famiglias otherwise they were guests of some sort. Fuuta was more or less acting as the guardian making sure they didn't get hurt or do something stupid or both as the hyperactive children ran around playing with food and whatever they could get their grabby little hands on.
"Fuuta. You've grown taller."
"Tsuna-nii!" Fuuta greeted, wiping sauce off a little boy's mouth, "I haven't seen you in a while!"
Tsuna gently waved at the little boy looking up at him nervously. "Thanks for taking care for the kids. I'll leave now-"
"Feel free to stay. Honestly, I have my hands full with just Lambo and now I have over ten of them to look after."
Tsuna followed Fuuta's gaze and saw Lambo playing with I-pin in the corner of his eyes. 'Looks like Chrome found him.' "Must be a handful."
"You wouldn't believe it." Fuuta's shoulders slump down to his knees. "I have mafiosos trying to bribe me and these kids to look over at the same time."
(Tsuna related to him on a spiritual level.)
"I can call over Lancia if you want."
Fuuta sighed, his head hanging from his body. "Now I know how he feels when he was looking after us all those years ago."
Tsuna chuckled softly. He wanted nothing more to sit down on the grass and relax but of course he would get scrutinized for it. Or worse, Reborn might find out. "How's mom doing these days?"
"Mama's doing well. Papa takes good care of her."
"I would hope so. I didn't have him step down as the CEDEF leader this early so he can leave her alone."
Fuuta blinked innocently. "I thought it was because you were avoiding papa."
Tsuna flinched for a second. Was it that obvious? "Well…that too."
He nervously scratched his cheek. It wasn't like he hated his father exactly but it wouldn't be lying if it came down to him or his mother, he would choose his mother in a heartbeat. The only reason why he tolerated him was because his mother loved him so much but it wasn't like he would disown his father- he was still a bit bitter about the whole 'abandoning your family for the mob' thing.
Or in other words: he was a decent man, but a horrible father.
"TSUNA!"
Tsuna jumped at the sudden scream as a blur hit him in the guts. 'Son of a-'
Lambo clung onto his leg, his tears staining his suit. Fuuta quickly gave him a cloth to wipe Lambo's snot and mucus. 'If I ruined the suit, Reborn will kill me and Lambo both.'
Letting Lambo blow on the tissue, Tsuna brushed Lambo's hair to soothe him. "What's wrong?"
"Tsuna!" He winced at the volume (and at the pain circulating in his torso). Lambo continued, his face flooding with tears. "B-Book ran away!"
Of course that made sense. "Can you explain?"
"Book ran away from Lambo! Lambo was there! I saw it! Then the book was gone! And-! Then I-! And-!" It amazed Tsuna that he was able to cry and talk at the same time.
"What book? Ran away? Lambo explain this to me slowly, I'll only be able to help if I understand what you're talking about."
Lambo sniffed, his nose turning red. "Lambo wanted to give the book to I-pin but…but…"
Tsuna smiled and shuffled his hair- each messy lock weaving through his fingers. "So that's what it was about." He wiped about his tears, and shuffled through his suit, taking out the thing he found earlier: a familiar book reading, 'Simple Mathematics for Elementary Children.'
Tsuna crouched to his level and placed the book into Lambo's hands. "Is this what you were looking for?"
Lambo gasped- his eyes wide with disbelief and relief.
"I found it on the sofa. You must've been really excited, huh?"
Lambo smiled gaudily before tackling Tsuna into a hug (the latter tumbling back a little because of the sudden force). Lambo rubbed his head, his hair prickling through his shirt as he wrapped his arms around his torso (though it could only wrap around half of him).
Tsuna patted Lambo's head, feeling much more relaxed than before. Really, his family did wonders to his nerves. "I have to go now so go play with I-pin and the other kids okay?"
Lambo nodded, giving him a toothy grin before he left to the crowd of children surrounding Fuuta.
"I-pin! I-pin! look!"
Tsuna couldn't help but feel like a proud parent when he saw the adorable exchange between I-pin and Lambo. It wasn't romantic per say, but it was innocent and cute- which was expected of children. His heart warmed, the nerves he felt before diminishing little by little. Just by seeing his family giddy and full of life, Tsuna sought laughter as he just realized how much impact his family and friends had on him.
...that is until Lambo dragged I-pin to Fuuta and the sea of children.
(Fuuta looked at him with pleading eyes.)
(Tsuna gave a thumbs up and fled, muttering condolences to the poor man drowning in the sea of hyperactive children.)
Tsuna rolled his shoulders, already feeling tired. Greeting each individual allied boss and representative (some whom he had never even met) was a chore. It didn't help Tsuna that he had to stop and take a polite drink with most of them. Thank goodness for the Sky flame's harmonizing factor or else he would've been piss drunk by now (his mother was a lightweight and he took mostly after her). He briefly wondered how previous generation bosses had to deal with all this- especially the Primo family with aristocrats and whatnot.
Tsuna shook the unnecessary thoughts out of his head. He had the entire family resting on his shoulders and Reborn would kill him a thousand times over he messed up now.
He picked up the pace hoping that if he got through the whole meet-and-greet fast enough, he could take a break before the actual coronation started.
"Hey Tsuna!"
His ears perked up at the sound of a familiar voice. "Dino!" Tsuna ran towards the group of Varia members and his friends. He stopped in front of Dino and gave Romario a polite bow.
"Dino you made it! I thought you were busy with the alliance renewal?"
Unfortunately by Vongola traditions it didn't matter how close he was to another boss, every alliance needed an extensive amount of paperwork to become allies again. Trades, past alliances, history, blood, and relationships were just a few of the numerous things the contracts stated and the alliance renewals were pretty much fourty percent of Tsuna's problems (the other twenty percent being his family, ten percent other mafia related business, and ten percent Reborn).
Dino draped his arm around Tsuna, the weight making him duck a little. "Of course! Why would I ever miss my little brother's coronation? Besides, I was prepared for that a long time ago and that little amount is nothing if its for my family."
Tsuna looked up to Dino with admiration, the latter taken aback at the glimmering, pure eyes of the former. "Please tell me your secrets to paperwork. My wrists are begging for mercy."
Dino let out a little laugh. "Experience."
Tsuna looked at him skeptically. "I'm serious."
"I'm too!"
Romario and the rest of the Cavallone family chuckled. "You have a natural talent boss. Remember you're the one who brought the Cavallone's name back up."
Dino blushed and scratched his cheeks. "H-Hey stop you guys…" He turned his attention back to Tsuna, his voice in a low whisper. "That reminds me, who are you taking to the meeting?"
'He must be talking about the secret meeting.' "I was going to take Hayato but-"
"You're taking Reborn aren't you?"
"How did you know? Did he tell you?"
Dino shook his head. "It was obvious. We're only allowed to take one of our most trusted family members after all."
"And I'm assuming you're taking Romario right?"
"Of course." Dino pulled Tsuna's ear close to him. "Between you and me, Kyoya actually demanded I bring him."
Tsuna pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering an apology. "Nothing escapes Hibari, huh?"
"You should've seen what he did to my estate." Dino shuttered at the memory. "The only reason he changed his mind was because I told him that he would be going as my subordinate. Thankfully, he thought it wasn't worth trouble because-"
"-he would stop at nothing to get what he wants," Tsuna finished, sighing. How did he even find out? Truly, not even logic restrained that man.
"At least this time I wasn't injured too much. I'm getting better at handling Kyoya. I have the future -well I guess now past- memories Yuni gave us to thank for that."
"Where is Kyoya by the way? I can't really tell between so many flame users in one spot."
Dino pointed towards the far corner of the party. "Sulking in a corner there. I tried to invite him but he threatened to 'bite me to death.'"
"Sounds like him alright. Do you know where Reborn is? I've been trying to find him too."
Dino tilted his head. "Why?"
Tsuna shutters, huggign himself. "I rather have him somewhere within my line of sight because knowing my luck, he'll show up the moment I screw up."
(Dino patted Tsuna's back in sympathy.)
"VOI! Stop holding back you little shit!"
"Maa maa, Squalo just wait a moment."
The two dons turned towards the crowd of Varia guardians holding back Squalo from murdering Yamamoto (who was cheerfully laughing) on the spot.
A moment of silence ensued as responsibility kicked Tsuna's ass back into reality.
Dino pointed towards Squalo, chuckling in amusement. "I think that's your queue Tsuna."
"Of course it is," Tsuna sighed exasperatedly, less than amused.
Dino gave one last pat before Tsuna left to resolve whatever conflict his family got into now.
Tsuna rushed over; thankfully everything was still intact for now. Granted, whatever set Squalo off was probably because of something the baseball player either did and or said.
'The Millefiore guardians aren't here. Thank god. At least that means I don't have to appease both Byakuran and Xanxus again.'
He tapped Ryohei, the latter's eyes flaring up in excitement at the chaos unfolding in front of him.
"Onii-san what's going on?"
"An extreme battle between two men!"
(Ryohei's fists trembled, his whole body antsy, wanting to join the fight.)
(Tsuna gave a pleading eye to not.)
"Get off, trash!" Squalo violently shook his arm out of Lussuria's grip. He turned towards Yamamoto with a sharp glare in his eye. "As for you…"
Yamamoto laughed tucking the handle of his sheath lying on his shoulder. "Okay, okay. I promise."
"Che." Squalo clicked his tongue and addressed the snickering Varia guardians behind him. "Voi! Shut your traps and scram!"
Bel laughed harder. "Ushishishi. I'll go when I want to but since the prince is feeling good today, I'll take my leave. Come on Froggy."
Fran crouched on the ground, staring at it with more interest than whatever was going around him. "I don't wanna. The ground is more fun than you Sempai-" Three knives made its way into his hat. "Captainnnnnnnn…help me. I'm being bullied," he pleaded (though it was hard to tell with his monotone).
Squalo groaned, dragging his prosthetic hand down his face. "Just. fucking. go."
"Come on-" Lussuria gestured him over. "-let's go before Squ loses more of that precious hair of his. You know it's not easy for him- especially since boss's irritation is at maxium level right now."
Fran got up, turning his head towards Squalo. "Wow captain you're getting old. Death is just around the corner. I wonder what'll kill you faster: your age or your job."
Bel snickered.
Squalo's veins surfaced.
Tsuna tried to intervene. "F-Fran I don't it's good to say that-"
"I heard from one of Chrome's weird friend that's into this thing called 'anime' that white haired people die the fastest." Fran applauded. "Congratulations Captain!" he shouted in his flat tone. "Now we can get paid minimum wage without someone yelling in our ears every day."
Bel howled in laughter.
"You had a minimum wage?" Yamamoto asked Squalo (who ignored the prior). "How would they even calculate that?"
Tsuna stood flabbergasted. He could never keep up with the Varia.
Lussuria sighed, cupping one of his cheeks. "Don't worry Vongola they're like this every day."
Tsuna squinted his eyes, dumbfounded. 'HOW DOES THIS GROUP EVEN FUNCTION!?'
Despite Tsuna's protests, Fran continued without a second thought.
"Were you born with white hair? Must have been a sad life. I heard those characters die faster too."
(Tsuna gave up trying to stop it since doing that would be like trying to prevent a train wreck colliding with an even bigger train wreck.)
Squalo's veins popped, his voice going deadly silent. "Fran you fucking scum. Get over here so I can cut that slimy tongue of yours."
"Ahh~ No~ Don't~" Fran quickly found refuge behind Yamamoto. "This is child abuse. I'll have you reported to child services."
Yamamoto scratched his cheeks nervously, addressing Squalo. "Maa maa. Let's all get along, okay? No need for violence."
Squalo made a B-line towards Yamamoto, yanked his collar, and head butted- the vibrations ringing in his ears. Squalo pulled Yamamoto near his mouth and spoke with a hushed tone (which still hurt his ears).
"Know that the only fucking reason I'm holding myself back is because of the brat's coronation and Nono."
"Wow you guys care a lot about Tsuna!"
Squalo immediately got on the defensive, disgusted by the mere thought. "Voi! We couldn't give a shit about the trash! Today is crucial for the entire Vongola which includes the Varia. We don't side with you brats, got it?"
Yamamoto gave a toothy grin. "Don't be shy Squalo I like you too."
Squalo gave up knowing better to deal with this cheeky piece of work. "We're leaving." Squalo picked up Fran by the collar turning towards Yamamoto. "And you better hold your end of the bargain, got it!?"
He nodded. "I promise."
"Che." Squalo turned his heels and left ignoring Fran's helpful comments.
Ryohei swung his shoulders around Yamamoto giving him a thumbs up. "No fights but you handled it like a true man."
Yamamoto tried to pull Ryohei's arm off, the sheer force of his muscles strangling him. "T-Thanks sempai."
Tsuna took a deep breath thanking every force that still favoured him. He knew they were young adults now but with the mafia, you didn't know how anyone would act. That fact was no better said especially when Bel managed to pull out knives when security already did a thorough weapons' inspection on all the guests.
"Ah! It's almost time." Yamamoto struggled out of Ryohei's grip. "I'm going to find Hayato. I'll meet you guys before the coronation starts. See ya!"
Tsuna nodded. 'Oh that reminds me.' Tsuna turned his head. "Where are the other Varia members?"
Ryohei shrugged.
"The perverted creepy old man in a long black trench coat with a little girl fetish didn't come because boss didn't," Fran yelled from a distance (still held by Squalo), "Just kidding~ The disgusting old man is off sulking somewhere because he got kicked out of the Varia mansion by boss."
Bel held his sides- his breath wheezing in pain from the accumulation of laughing too hard.
"It's not like you're that much better Sempai. Remember that girl we were hired to protect as a side job in India? She kicked you in the face real good-"
"Kaching!"
Tsuna heard what seemed to be more knives thrown around but blissfully ignored in favour of his own sanity.
He turned his attention back to Ryohei. "Sorry you had to endure that Onii-san and you just got back from Japan too," Tsuna said sympathetically, "How was Kyoko, Haru, Hana and the others?"
Ryohei beamed hearing his sister's name. "It was extremely relaxing! The girls are doing great! I didn't see Haru but I did see Kyoko and Hana. Kyoko's actually graduating from one of those law enforcement academies!"
Tsuna nearly choked on his own spit. No one ever told him that! Not even Haru! "K-Kyoko's actually doing that?"
"I know! My sister's extreme!" Ryohei scratched the back of his neck. "But I am worried about her. At least she's working in local departments instead of international ones."
'Struggles of an older brother I guess.' "Don't worry, the Vongola are allied with the yakuza there- not to mention it's Kyoya's main territory."
"Still, I can't stop worrying to the extreme y'know?" Tsuna nodded. "Besides, I'll protect Kyoko no matter what! Even if we're miles apart, she's still my only sister!"
(Tsuna didn't even have to explain when Ryohei was brimming to the edge with Sun flames- he was always extreme and his resolve never faltered once.)
"That's goes for you too Tsuna!"
Tsuna raised a brow. "What?"
"I'll protect you and our comrades until the day I die." Ryohei's voice went uncharacteristically serious. "This party is to show our bond as comrades and I'll make sure nothing goes wrong like last time. I swear I'm going to protect you guys."
Tsuna felt his Sky flames flicker with those words. And like the sudden ignition, Tsuna was surprised. He never doubted Ryohei's intelligence (okay, maybe a few times) and he was sure he would've passed by this day without knowing full well of the responsibilities it hold. He was less of a thinking man than a muscle man after all.
But obviously he was wrong to think so. And though slight remorse stirred up inside of him, he mostly felt gratitude towards his senior- his resolve bathing the sky in its glow.
"You're amazing onii-san."
Ryohei wrapping his arms around Tsuna's neck, giving him a toothy smile (the latter appreciative but trying to break out of his suffocating hold).
"A-Anyways-" Tsuna said, able to breathe again. "-how about Hana? I can imagine she was angry since it's been a long time you went back."
"Hana-". Ryohei laughed proudly. "-punched me! Granted it didn't hurt but it was extreme!"
"S-She hit you?" (Normal relationships, what was that?)
Ryohei nodded with pride. "Yep. I've been teaching her self-defense techniques and if it weren't me I'm sure the intruder would've been knocked out cold!"
"Did you sneak up on her or something?" Tsuna questioned. Ryohei couldn't sneak up on anyone to save a life. He was a literal elephant stampede compressed into one man. So how?
"Kinda? I opened the door and yelled, 'I'M HOME!'" Tsuna winced at the volume. "And Hana rushed towards the door and she punched me in my stomach saying she missed me!"
Ryohei laughed proudly a faint blush catching him as he remembered the encounter.
(Sometimes Tsuna worried about his friend's personal lives.)
"Onii-san I don't think that was because- never mind." Perhaps it was better off Ryohei thinking whatever he wanted rather than the alternative. He was sure Hana already gave him a lecture about staying away from home for too long (though it was partially his fault). Besides she was one of the most mature girls he had ever seen -even in his middles school years- so he didn't need to worry about their relationship.
...Hopefully.
"You haven't forgot about me, have you?" Lussuria said with a fake whiny tone.
Tsuna looked behind Ryohei. "Lussuria!"
"Muu~ I was here the whole time."
"Sorry about that Lussuria." A glint of passion passed through Ryohei's eyes. "Let's go spar now."
Lussuria sighed, cupping his boney cheeks again. "I told you before, not now. After the after party, okay?" Lussuria walked towards where the other Varia members were. Turning his head he blew a kiss. "I can't wait until I see you all bruised and battered~ Ciao~"
(Both Ryohei and Tsuna shuddered in disgust and horrid.)
"I'm going now Onii-san I'll see you before the ceremony starts." Tsuna said as his eyes twitched involuntarily.
Ryohei swallowed the lump in his throat. "Yeah…I'm going to find Takohead and Yamamoto."
(Tsuna prayed for Ryohei, the poor yet foolish soul who had to deal with Lussuria the most.)
Tsuna yawned, already a bit tired from meeting everyone. His back was aching from the straight posture he held, his shoulders felt as if they were going to split, and he was sure the heels of his foot were covered in blisters from the hell that was his dress shoes. And for fuck's sake, he still wasn't done yet!
So all in all, Sawada Tsunayoshi was absolutely livid.
'I should've listened to Reborn when he said to go to sleep early yesterday…'
Rubbing his eyes, noticed Chrome walking out of the mansion door as he headed her way.
"Chrome!"
She stopped and looked up, smiling at her boss. "Hello Bossu. I found Lambo."
Tsuna stopped in front of her, steadying his heartbeat from the light jog. "Thanks Chrome, I saw. How are you feeling?"
"I told you, I'm fine. Please don't worry. I practiced with Mukuro-sama so I could assert myself in front of the guests."
Tsuna still gave her a look of concern. "Just don't push yourself, okay?"
"Don't worry I promise, Bossu. But I'm strong enough so I hope you can acknowledge me as your guardian today." Her proud stance bent a little- her insecurities obviously surfacing.
"Obviously." Tsuna closed his eyes, fondly retracing his thoughts with memories -both good and bad- he shared with his guardians. "You don't need a party to tell you that. Besides you're my friend before anything else Chrome. You and Mukuro both, my friends and my only Mists."
Chrome gave a thankful yet pitiful smile. "Thank you but I want to useful. So I hope you can see me as that today."
"But Chrome, you're already my guardian?" Tsuna replied, confused. He just said that didn't he? "Don't worry, you and Mukuro both. I promise if anyone says anything bad about you guys, they'll be sorry. This is our coronation and you should be as every bit comfortable as anyone else."
Chrome chuckled, drawing circles on her ring. "Mukuro-sama was right, you are 'too kind for this world' Bossu."
Tsuna felt his face heat up in embarrassment but quickly brushed it off. 'I doubt Mukuro actually said those words.' "Kind of unrelated but where did you find Lambo? I swear you, Reborn, and Verde are the only ones who can find him."
(Reborn because he is Reborn. And Verde because he's a scientist with an intense passion and an inhumane drive for his research.)
She hummed in thought before answering, "I found him crying in the corner of the kitchen eating candy."
Tsuna pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Of course he would do that… Just when everybody's so busy too."
"Don't worry I apologized to the chefs."
"No, Lambo should've done that." 'I feel like I'm a parent.' Tsuna focused his attention back to Chrome. "Well, that's all I needed to know. I'll see you later Chrome. I have to go greet Nono-"
"B-Bossu!" Chrome interrupted.
"Yes?" Tsuna blinked, it was rare when Chrome would interject when someone else was speaking.
Chrome fiddled with the hem of her skirt before taking deep breaths. "I promise I won't disappoint you!"
Her eyes were full of assertiveness and power- like that of a lioness in the moonlight. Her voice held no fear or uncertainty- each word unwavering, an oath etched in stone. Tsuna was…baffled. He knew Chrome had grown but now she seemed like a whole different person. As if she casted aside the cocoon of her past and flew towards the sky- her wings displaying her power and efforts with each turn.
Tsuna had no idea where this passion came from but it warmed his heart knowing that someone he cared about -a friend and now family member- possessed such confidence and hope. He could sense the purity of her flames- her resolve to achieve more than what people expected, to go against the boundaries set upon her.
He could feel his Sky flames resonating, a deep desire to aid and to free her overwhelming his heart.
He spoke, lost in the pulsating warmth in his core. "You're beautiful Chrome."
Chrome blushed heavily her shoulders going stiff. "B-Bossu?"
Tsuna realized what he had said, pink dusting his face. "T-That's not what I meant! I mean, you are cute Chrome- Wait! No! I- But um…! Platonically! I mean you look very mature and powerful! Not that you weren't before! But er- more? As a friend only!"
(Middle school years welcome back.)
Chrome shook her head, standing firm. She knew that he would never change or ever hurt her but could she say the same about herself? She would never dare to commit such an act intentionally but her performance greatly impacted both the Vongola's and her boss's reputation.
(She would rather go through her childhood again then ever allowing her sky to found by the wrong people.)
Chrome stood proudly, her eyes clear yet full of determination. "Thank you Bossu. I know what you meant."
Tsuna let out a breath of relief. 'Thank goodness Chrome is the sensible type.' "Well then I'll see you-"
He was interrupted by a sudden aerial kick to the neck. Chrome took this as her cue to leave- knowing better to interrupt them.
Tsuna fell, unceremoniously choking on his own spit. "W-Why?"
"A boss shouldn't stutter and apologize like a bumbling idiot." Reborn towered over him, his foot tapping in annoyance. "Stop whining and get up dame-Tsuna before other allied bosses see your pathetic mess."
Tsuna got up to his feet knowing that his reputation along with the Vongola's were on the line. He rubbed his neck amazed that he didn't have any vocal or respiratory injuries. "Like you're one to talk. If you're so worried, why did you do it in the first place?"
"Why didn't you dodge?" Reborn replied wryly, "I didn't train you for nothing."
Tsuna groaned failing to think of anything to retort with. "Where were you anyway? I've been looking for you."
He shifted his fedora, a shadow casted over his eyes. "Out."
"You're not going to tell me?"
If he was completely honest with himself, he did feel a tad disappointed. You'd think after nearly eight years he would have enough faith in him.
Reborn, with his sharp senses, picked up on Tsuna's mood right away. He lightly slapped the back of his hands, snapping him out of his little daze.
"Focus on what's in front of you, Tsuna. There's no point in getting worked up over the future when you can't even get over the present."
Tsuna sighed but agreed nonetheless. Sure, sometimes he felt the magnitude of their distance (skills and trust alike), but whatever Reborn was planning always had him coming out as a better person.
(Well, at least more powerful.)
"I'm going to see Nono are you coming with me?" Tsuna asked with a linger hope in his voice.
It wasn't like he didn't like Nono it was quite the opposite- for a mafia boss, Nono was surprisingly merciful and kind. However, he was still a mafia boss with decades of experience under his belt.
...Not to mention his guardians were quite intimidating.
Reborn, obviously reading his thoughts, snorted inwardly. Tsuna never failed to both impress yet fail him at the same time.
"So? Are you coming?"
He nodded, walking towards the balcony as Tsuna followed in suit. He lifted his hand to the brim of his fedora, letting Leon perch on his fingers. 'I have some things I need to relay to Nono.'
It was roughly around half an hour later he finally got to the balcony Nono and his guardians were since people would just not get the hint that he was fucking busy. Tsuna groaned internally, remembering the exhausting encounters draining his dwindling energy.
Reading his thoughts Reborn smirked. "You handled them better than I thought."
Tsuna replied with an amused smile. "Oh? Was that a compliment I heard?"
"Don't get cheeky with me."
(Tsuna had to suppress a laugh lest he get pummeled with the Reverse One Ton Mallet again.)
"Decimo."
Tsuna stood to attention and bowed deeply in respect at the man who called him. "It's great to see you again Nono."
Nono laughed, his voice slightly hoarse- coming to no surprise as he already had a foot in the grave. "No need for formalities Decimo, come here."
Tsuna nodded as he stood up straight- walking past the security team. They were suited in black carrying concealed weaponry- not one of them slouched nor did they dare to make eye contact only bowing in respect when he passed them. The air around them were heavy, as if one glance could make any lesser man kneel.
And that wasn't even mentioning the pressure of the Ninth Generation Guardians themselves.
Coyote Nougat, the Ninth Storm, never stopped giving him his disapproval (which is understandable considering how long it took for Tsuna to stop calling Nono 'grandpa' in the eyes of the public) though it did get much better with time. Tsuna wasn't even going to mention Gokudera and his relationship- let's just say that Storms were the most protective out of all the elements.
Schnitten Brabanters, the Ninth Rain, was a mysterious one as he only gave his respects when needed otherwise he would be at the back observing. Tsuna remembered the one time Yamamoto tried to talk to him but the day basically ended with Yamamoto talking about his swordsmanship and Schnitten silently listening.
Brow Nie Jr., the Ninth Sun, was an odd fellow to say the least. At times, he could be the most serious person Tsuna had ever met and yet at other times he was silly and childish. Ryohei (definitely) didn't take after the man as he remembered Brow Nie Jr. staying as far away from Ryohei as possible (probably because of the constant need for battle and his insufferable volume) unless it was absolutely necessary.
Visconti, the Ninth Cloud, was off to the side yet not too far off as he was protecting his sky. He was as every bit strict and stern as he looked. Tsuna had a couple run-ins with Hibari trying to fight him (it shaved years off his already draining lifespan).
Bouche Croquant, the Ninth Mist, was mysterious and if Tsuna was honest he felt quite intimidated by his appearance at first. But amoung the guardians he was the most distant which made it hard for Tsuna to pinpoint his exact personality. Though despite appearances he was quite gentle from what Chrome has told him. Though Mukuro told differently (not that he even stayed long enough to find out).
Last but certainly not least, Ganauche III, the Ninth Lightening, was (in Tsuna's opinion) the easiest to talk to. He wasn't exactly carefree but he had a friendliness about him that made him approachable. That and of course, he was the only saviour he had when Coyote would give him lectures on Vongola responsibilities. Reliable, Tsuna sometimes felt bad for the man as he was usually the representative from the Ninth generation to Tenth generation, thus making him the designated babysitter for Lambo during those times.
Tsuna took every ounce of confidence he had into focusing on his manners: posture, language, eye contact, and most importantly keeping his nervous body from leaving his soul there. His heart pumped rapidly, as he curled his toes trying to subtly push all his antsy tension out.
(He swore Reborn could hear the drumming in his chest.)
He sat across Nono sitting in such as way he would be comfortable but still solidify his stature befitting a mafia boss. The balcony was nice- a slight breeze, a good view of the area, cool shade, and plenty of room to escape if anything went awry.
Nono smiled- ironic considering he looked like a kind old grandfather ready to give out presents on Christmas day when in reality he was now a retired boss of the world's biggest criminal syndicate. "Relax Deicmo. Feeding your fears won't do much but trouble you."
"O-Of course." Damn it, he just had to stutter. He could practically feel Coyote's glare and hear Ganauche's snicker. "How are you feeling Nono?"
"Good enough that I'm here talking to my successor."
"I can see you're well enough to joke around," Reborn said disapprovingly, sitting down next to Tsuna. He shuffled his hands in his inner breast pocket, fishing out a small card with the Vongola insignia printed on it. "As for the proposal…"
"I meant to discuss it but perhaps later?"
Tsuna stared at the two mafiosos, confused.
Reborn let out a low groan but accepted his order. "Just don't fall into the grave by then."
Nono let out a ring of laughs. "I wouldn't dare."
Tsuna leaded over to Reborn, curiosity and confusion evident in his eyes (a drop of fear as well). "What proposal? What are you talking about?"
Reborn frowned, his fedora casting a shadow over his eyes. "Something I'll tell you and your guardians about later."
'Must be serious then.' Tsuna crossed his legs, letting the breeze sweep through his hair (if only it could take his worries away with them as well).
"Nono?"
"Hm? What is it Decimo?"
"What exactly are we doing for the ceremony? I mean, the Vongola 'sin' isn't really there anymore-"
Tsuna clenched his teeth- a sharp pain twisting his sides. The pain made his toes curl as he kept a straight a face as possible. "Reborn-! Why?"
Reborn sighed, taking a sip of espresso in his hands. "Did you hear nothing at the debriefing? Did you fall asleep during the rehearsals? What the hell did you do this past month?"
"That doesn't mean you have to punish-"
"-teach."
Tsuna groaned. "Besides the schedule changed so much! I just meant that I don't know the specific details!"
(Tsuna felt the promise of death emitting from Reborn.)
Nono observed the two as a smile naturally came to him. It was rare to see a hitman -once a freelance no less- so attached to someone (though Nono wouldn't dare say that out loud). 'It seems I was right sending Reborn for young Tsunayoshi.' "Now, now. Reborn, it is understandable that Decimo may have forgotten. These past weeks have been quite hectic."
"You're too easy on him Nono. I won't my student become a failure of a boss."
(Tsuna felt a shiver down his spine- no, scratch that. He felt his impending doom gnawing at every inch of his body.)
"Well, he needs some cushioning before reality actually sets in."
(If it weren't Reborn and all those years of lessons on communication, he would have failed to notice the harsh truth behind that kind façade.)
"Oh?" Reborn placed his cup back down on the saucer, raising an amused brow. "Was that directed towards me?"
Nono caressed the top of his jeweled cane, as an off-handed challenge to Reborn. "Perhaps."
Reborn smirked in response. 'Looks like he still has some vigor left in him.' His amusement faded as he observed Nono's subtle trembling and hoarseness of his voice. 'But he's pushing himself. Let's hope he doesn't kick the bucket too soon.'
Nono redirected his attention back towards Tsuna. "Anyways I'll brief you on the most important details."
Coyote stepped in glaring at his boss. "I'll do it. I'm already at my wits end looking at you."
"You're just as withered as I am, Coyote."
Coyote's gaze turned sharper as his torso bent down so his face was next to Nono's ears. "I'm not the one who has to push himself just to sit down properly on a damn chair," he whispered with a hint of annoyance.
After some consideration Nono nodded. "Very well."
Tsuna watched the interaction in awe and respect. Even after years and years of death defying challenges in the mafia and stress as the leaders of the underground world, their bond still held strong- the Sky ever so vast for all its elements.
Tsuna snapped into attention as Coyote coughed. He went on to explain the differences between the previous ceremony versus the current one. The explanation was as unorthodox as anyone would think- after all, they were breaking and remaking a tradition passed down through nine generations. First, the passing of the 'Sin of Vongola' was removed for obvious reasons. Instead, replaced by a 'mock sin' which was a mix of the Vongola boss's and Shimon boss's blood to represent the faults of both families as well as recognizing them as a vow to never betray or split apart ever again.
Everything after that was virtually the same as before (it was just the fact that during the first ceremony, they never got around to it). After the passing of the sin, a burning oath was sworn by the new boss- pledging his loyalties and pride to strive for the survival and amelioration of the family.
Then, it was a short speech made by the previous boss followed by a short speech from the newly crowned boss (this was the part which Tsuna worried greatly for). Afterwards, the guests had time to mingle for a while until the after party started.
The after party was more of a social gathering than anything. Sure alliances and other treaties were either created or reinforced however without proof, paperwork, and official documents, words were meaningless in the underworld. Though it didn't mean the pressure was any less relevant as a lesser crowd of people meant a higher concentration of powerful people- or in Tsuna's pessimistic mind: more chances to fuck things over.
Next was the secret meeting between the closest of allied bosses- though Coyote didn't mention that (it was called secret for a reason). Slightly unfortunate as Tsuna had no specifics regarding what the meeting was about- only vague ideas and understanding from deductive reasoning. He couldn't even ask Dino or Reborn about it since they had never attended before. Nono told him it was for famiglia relationships, alliances, and such but nothing more.
(At this point Tsuna wondered if Nono purposely wanted to fuck him over.)
"Do you understand Decimo?" Coyote asked sternly.
Tsuna nodded taking all the information in. Thankfully it wasn't too far off his expectations and despite appearances, Coyote was a good speaker and mentor- just ask Gokudera (though he'd rather die than outright admit it).
"Thank you Coyote." Tsuna felt a little odd calling someone much older than him solely by their name but who was he to argue over the difference of cultures?
"Well then, I should get going. The ceremony is going to start soon." Tsuna stood up and bowed politely towards Nono. "Please rest until then."
Nono gave him his approval to leave but not before waving him over. Tsuna blinked curiously, walking over to Nono. He kneeled in front of him as Nono signaled him to lean closer.
"I hope I can hear you call me 'grandpa' one more time before I pass Tsu-kun."
Tsuna was dumbfounded- not that he was offended, just surprised. Even though he had spent so little time with him, he felt a stronger connection to him than his own father.
Tusna quickly gathered his composure, a warm smile marrying his lips. Tsuna whispered- his calm, soothing voice only reachable to the man in front of him.
"Arigatou gozaimasu ojiisan."
The wrinkles on Nono's face stretched, content evident in his body language.
Tsuna bowed once more before he stood straight again.
He turned towards Reborn giving him an eye asking, 'are you coming?'
Reborn adjusted his fedora, Leon nestling on the brim of his fedora. "I have some business with Nono. I'll see you before the actual ceremony starts."
Tsuna gave a pleading eye, but gave up knowing that it was impossible to make the hitman crack.
"Alright. I'll see you later in the evening Nono, Ninth generation guardians." Tsuna left, the flood of security guards splitting in two to make a path for him.
Rolling his shoulders, Tsuna shuffled his hair, looking up towards the sky. It was clear yet the thought of the sky eventually becoming murky sent a peculiar and bizarre sensation grasping his lungs.
'This feeling… I hope nothing goes wrong…'
Translation(s):
Arigatou gozaimasu ojiisan - Thank you very much grandpa (Japanese)
