This chapter has been Beta'd (: I thank you my friend! :D

Warning: Language, violence and same gender relationships.

Rating: M (for language, gore, violence and as the story advances, there will be mature scenes.)

Pairing: R27, slight Allx27, and others (will take suggestions for pairings)

Summary: Due to a failed assassination attempt, Tsuna losses his memories. His Guardians have gathered to protect him. But no one thought Reborn would also help. He claims it's for the Family... Is it? Or is he lying to everyone and himself?

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Important: This is right after when Tsuna's plane crashed. And we (as in my beta reader and me) changed the OCs to characters of the series.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 03: The Rescue

"Testing, one, two. Testing... Ahem... This is your pilot speaking. Will the lovely co-pilot be kind enough to please return to the cockpit? I'm really hungry and nature just so happens to be calling… Thank you!"

The words were transmitted over the intercom of a private jet and those who were actually listening to the announcement either groaned or sweat dropped at the weird yet straight-forward message. Just another one of those days.

Not long after the door opened rather abruptly.

"Was that really necessary?" a female voice snapped from the doorway. She walked further into the small room, the spectacles on her face flashing briefly in the light, a tray of food in one hand. Her loose hair bun, tied to the left side of her head with a black ribbon, bounced as she walked in, her bangs hanging at both sides of her face. She wore a formal white dress-shirt under an unbuttoned formal black suit jacket, a black pair of formal dress pants, and polished black Italian shoes.

Stopping in front of a small table, she placed her tray down. "Seriously, can't you wait for at least ten minutes?" she questioned as she sat down on her comfy leather seat, the many controls of the jet blinking in front of her. She grabbed a Gyoza-bun from the tray and bit into it with wild abandon before glancing at the child - er... pilot - sitting next to her with amethyst eyes.

"I can't help it~!" The pilot whined pitifully as he braced himself in his oh-so-comfy chair for what he was about to do. His brown hair, although you couldn't see it through the black beanie, was cropped short, to the point that another inch and he'd be bald. He wore a dark, dark green turtleneck shirt and baggy black pants and lovingly worn sneakers. "I've got to go to the bathroom. And I mean, like, right now!" He got up and practically zoomed right out of the cabin, dust in his wake.

He passed by a blonde male who was sitting on a couch, his knees crossed and a lollipop in his mouth. His attire was of a baggy green jumpsuit, work gloves, and a plain white sleeveless shirt with a pair of leather black working boots. The jumpsuit was covered in oil blots and all around him were robot parts, nails, screws, wrenches and hammers. There was a weird midget robot standing next to him that passed him more screws and different types of wrenches when he needed them.

"Oi, Spanner," he said as he halted, his current objective forgotten for the moment, and stared at the man, "Aren't you going to eat something? We haven't eaten anything since seven and it's almost mid-day."

He stopped twisting the screwdriver as he looked up at an angle to see the pilot in charge of the airplane with his blue eyes. "I will eventually." he said before turning his attention back to the loose screw and continuing his work. "Shouichi offered so I've had no reason to get up and do it myself."

"I offered because you were too focused on that gola mosca arm of yours. Not to mention I was getting hungry myself." A different voice said as the one it belonged to exited the kitchen, two trays of food in his hands. He was a redhead with brown eyes behind a pair of glasses. He wore a plain sleeveless red shirt, demin blue jeans and a pair of blue sneakers. Around his neck was a pair of big blue headphones.

He walked towards the mechanic and placed one of the food trays on the side of the couch that was less messy and proceeded to his own workstation behind a desk, it was covered with papers, an apple laptop, a couple of empty cans of soda and even a cup of old coffee.

"Thank you." Spanner said quietly as he placed the object in his hands on the floor before removing his work gloves and grabbing the tray to dig in.

Morreti sweat dropped at the scene. No matter how many times this scene was repeated, it was still a little strange. He sighed, Boys will be boys. He thought before he remembered why he had come out of the cockpit in the first place, running for the bathroom soon after.

Oregano sat in her chair and grabbed a pair of headphones. Now, these headphones were not for listening to music, oh no, these ones let her connect to the Tower Control Center to communicate with the workers that were there and let her give announcements to the others on the plane when needed.

Placing them over her ears, she made herself comfortable before taking hold of the cup of green tea she'd gotten earlier from the kitchen. Raising it to her lips, she took a long, slow sip, savoring the flavor while appreciating the calmness surrounding her. She grabbed a thick book that was next to her and opened it to where the book was marked and began to read. It was a best seller titled 'The Godfather'. Ever since she was a child, she'd always enjoyed reading action books. Action series, movies, and even anime too.

She stopped reading only to make sure that their path was still clear. She saw a thick cloud of smoke coming from the ground a couple miles away. It was pitch black, like it came from a fire or something.

Placing the book back on the table, she fastened her seat belt. She pressed a small button and soon after a small dinging sound was heard all over the aircraft. Spanner, Irie, Basil, and Turmeric stared at the small light before jumping out of their seats and sitting in chairs that had a safety belt.

Morreti, having concluded his 'business' in the bathroom minutes ago, came running out of the small kitchen and passed by the men who were trying to fasten their seat belts. He opened the door with such force that it banged into the wall behind it. Oregano glared at Morreti for causing such a loud noise.

"If that door, or wall, are damaged whatsoever, you're going to pay for it." She warned before she returned her attention into trying to contact the nearest Tower Control Center.

"Sorry…" he muttered as he left the door open, to let the other men listen to what was going on. "What happened?" he asked as he sat in his chair and placed his own headphones over his ears. He fastened his safety belt and looked over at his co-pilot, waiting for her reply.

"Look over there." She pointed at was in front of them. Morreti raised an eyebrow before sighing and relaxing against his seat.

"That? It's just a forest fire—"

"No, it's not." Oregano interrupted sharply as she pointed at the round screen in the middle of the board. It was black and divided into four sections, there was a green dot flickering near the north point, indication that an airplane was a couple of miles away from their location. "It's a crashed plane." Morreti's eyes widened with shock. Oregano cupped the right flap of her headphones, "Try to get a hold of the airplane while I try to contact Tower Control." She ordered before proceeding into trying to contact the nearest Tower Control.

"This is airplane YS0108UM0, please respond." Moretti heard Oregano say as he turned the autopilot off and took hold of the steering wheel, making the plane lower in altitude in a slow but steady drop. "This is airplane YS0108UM0, please respond!" she said again. No use, there was nothing but static.

"Shit!" she cursed as she gave up contacting the damned Tower, "Fucking connection…!" she whispered sharply, angrily, as they got closer to the crash site.

Morreti's eyes widened until they were but dots surrounded by white at the scene unfolding in front of them. They were finally able to see the crashed aircraft. Its engine was on fire and many windows were shattered from the impact with the ground. A good portion of the forest it had crashed into was practically gone and what trees weren't completely uprooted were bent in half.

"Turmeric, Basil. Do you think you can go down and look for survivors?" Oregano asked into her headphones, Moretti too surprised to move at the moment.

"What?" Basil asked, confused. His hair was dirty blonde and neatly styled to the sides of his head, his left eye covered by chin-length bangs. Dark blue jeans adorned his legs while a white shirt underneath a black jacket covered his torso; his feet were covered by simple shoes. Neither he nor the other men in the next room could see the damage that lay in front of them but they knew it was bad.

"We need to see if there any survivors down there." She stated as she removed the headphones and unfastened her seat belt. She got up and walked out of the room. "Can you do it?" she asked as she stood in front of the two. They looked at one another before looking at the woman in front of them. They both nodded, Basil even had a smile on his face. Oregano smiled in return. "I'll let you know when we land and we'll go from there." She said as she turned and headed for the cockpit again.

As the stairs built into the door lowered to the ground, Basil and Turmeric took the time to look around to get a grip on their surroundings. Looking at one another they nodded without a word before heading down the steps. According to Moretti, who had finally come out of his daze, they were a little over twenty yards from their destination. They ran as fast as they could.

For all they knew, their hurried steps were all the difference they could make to save the life of even a single innocent.

Turmeric looked the crash site over as both he and Basil stopped for a moment to catch their breath. The windows were shattered and the plane itself was an absolute wreck. The nose was squished inward and in a crater of dirt, one of the wings were gone, making the entire thing tilt just slightly on its side, and from what he could see there hadn't been any type of safety measure taken as the aircraft went down. Now, he was used to seeing such blood and carnage, having caused it one time or another, but Basil hadn't exactly seen that side that was their Mafia world. He sighed, this type of carnage meant that everyone was dead. Hell, it would be a miracle for whoever did survive something like a plane crashing as this one seemed to have. Well, might as well get it over with. He thought, shaking his head ruefully, as he strode forward.

He and Basil headed for the closest door they could see. As they ran here they had already decided who would take which end. Turmeric would take the rear while Basil looked near the front. Turmeric had decided this for them both simply because there would likely be less people near the front than in the back. Moments later, they were struggling to get it open. Unfortunately, it was jammed.

"How about we ram it?" Basil suggested as he stopped trying to get the stupid thing open. His superior looked at him for a moment as he considered it. He gave a smirk and a nod before backing up, Basil soon doing the same. "On the count of three," Turmeric said as he stopped at his desired distance. Basil nodded as he did the same.

"One."

They braced their feet.

"Two."

They tightened their desired ramming shoulder.

"Three!"

They charged as fast and hard as they could.

They hit the door and promptly felt it give. Basil gasped in surprise as he felt what seemed to be the entire world began to tilt. Both grunted in pain as the door fell to the floor of the plane. Turmeric groaned as he got up, a few kinks cracking out of his now sore joints. Basil just lay there trying to find his center again. Moments later, confident he wouldn't fall over, he finally got to his feet.

Basil looked around and instantly regretted it. There was corpses and blood all over. Passengers and even flight attendants were lying on the floor, dead, and some even still had their eyes open. It was a horrific sight. He gritted his teeth. This wasn't an accident, this was a bloody massacre. Whoever did this had definitely been after something or someone.

Shaking his head, he refocused on his objective: Search for any survivors.

Basil averted his eyes as he closed the open eyes the pilot. Each person he had seen so far— he thanked the heavens that there weren't any children— had eyes wide with surprise, shock, and/or fear. It was just so horrific to see them. Strangely enough, everyone had been shot to death, even the pilot and co-pilot. This was definitely not a coincidence.

He was about to look around in the cockpit some more, in hopes of finding something that might have led to this slaughter house, when he heard a quiet, but still very much there, sound come from the First Class section. He turned around and cautiously walked into First Class. He was so sure he had found no one alive in there.

He stopped in the aisle and waited. What if the one who had caused this horrific crash was syill there? What if it was him, or her, who was still alive? He shook his head. This attack was planned. There was no reason for the perpetrator, or perpetrators, to still be on the plane. Whatever, whoever, made that sound was still alive.

His highly alert ears heard a tiny gasp and immediately he looked to where it had come from. It was a little more than a few feet from him; coming from the seats to his right. He quickly got closer and saw something he had missed on his way to the cockpit simply because it was almost under the damn seats!

Basil got down to his knees and carefully pulled on the suit's back. He got closer to get an arm under the body and very gently pulled some more until, finally, he had gotten the man out from under the seats. Turning the man over so that he could see his front, Basil didn't bother looking at the face of the man he had helped. Instead, he placed two fingers on the man's neck, where the jugular was located, to see if there was, indeed, a pulse.

Closing his eyes, he focused as much of his sense of touch on those two fingers. He concentrated. Moments passed before he opened his eyes in a flash. It was faint but a pulse was under his fingertips. He looked at the man's chest and realized that, through the blood, the front of the suit had thin, but long holes in it. Strange... why would this man have knife wounds when everyone else had been shot? What's more, he thought as he undid the man's shirt, why is he burned?

The man's chest was bloody, yes, but there were burn marks over what he assumed were once the knife wounds. Basil opened his mouth to call for Turmeric but he stopped dead when he saw the man's right hand. There was a very familiar glove on that hand. Dread filled his stomach. He checked the left. Yet another familiar glove. He was going to pass out if it was true he just knew it! He finally, slowly, looked at the man's face. His eyes widened in fear and shock and he soon felt like he was going to be sick.

"It can't be..."

Oregano paced. Yes, paced. She never did that and never thought she would in her entire lifetime. Then again, who wouldn't when two very good friends and comrades were inside of a crashed airplane looking for survivors? Maybe even fighting for someone else's life only for it to be lost because of one complication or another? Especially since she was Mafia, born and bred to take action when it was needed but couldn't simply because she might be needed here? She sighed before deciding that the pacing was just getting her more and more agitated. She sat down soon after.

Moretti, Shouichi, and Spanner had looked for First-Aid kits, Oregano trying to contact Tower Control again, and had found not one but five! How strange, unusual even, that that many kits were on a jet of all things. Then again, this was a Mafia owned jet. The mechanics had even filled a large bowl with hot water not too long ago and had searched high and low for towels. While good to be prepared, the bad thing was that the towels were white.

The four of them were a bit worried; the mechanics more than the Mafia members. It'd been almost a half hour, thirty minutes, since Basil and Turmeric had departed the jet and there was still no sign of them. While she knew that it'd take a few minutes to get to the crashed plane, she also knew that it shouldn't take Mafia this long to look for survivors or clues to what had happened.

Had they found someone? Were they trying to keep that person alive? Or had they found the one, or ones, who had caused the crash and were now fighting for their lives? It was just one worry after another it seemed.

Her thoughts, going a mile a minute, were interrupted when the door opened from outside.
They didn't know when they had started to hold their breath, but they gladly let it go in a sigh of relief when they saw Turmeric carrying an injured male on his back with Basil right behind him. The both of them looked quite pale in the face. Oregano sighed and got up. If they had found more than one person alive they would have done whatever they could to bring them to the jet as well. That in mind she went into the cockpit to get the jet off the ground as soon as possible, she had a bad vibe about the crashed aircraft and the place surrounding it. Moretti and Shouichi quickly went to assist the impromptu 'rescue team', Moretti at Turmeric's side while Shouichi closed the opened door again.

As Oregano left the room to do whatever she wanted to do, Spanner brought the bowl filled with hot water, it had cooled down a bit but it was still hot, to where a still pale Turmeric and Basil kneeled next to the couch.

The jet engine was soon heard as it started up.

Basil grabbed the towel Spanner offered and immediately immersed the white cloth in the water, barely even noting the hot temperature.

They all felt a small, almost unnoticeable, lurch as the jet started to move. As Basil wrung the towel out over the bowl the entire world started to tilt slightly as the jet moved off of the ground to get airborne.

Spanner gasped when he finally got a look at just who the two of them found. So that was why they were so pale.

"What?" Shouichi asked, unable to see the man's face through the other two.

"It's the young Vongola…" Spanner muttered in shock.

"What!" the redhead exclaimed, Moretti falling onto a chair in shock, as he went to Turmeric's other side to see for himself what Spanner had already verified. "W-Why is he alone? I-Isn't one of his Guardians supposed to-?"

"There's some good news and bad news, boys." Oregano interrupted over the intercom from the cockpit, "The bad news is we'll have to continue our course to Pisa, Italy instead of just turning around if we want the survivor to live. We're just too far to make an actual difference if we were to go back. The good news is that Tower Control finally responded and have been informed of not only the situation below but also of our new guest and will have an ambulance ready and waiting to take him to the nearest hospital when we land."

Every one of the men gave a sigh of relief, Turmeric's and Basil's face gaining a bit of their original color at the news, as they relaxed just a bit.

"I suggest you guys either sit down and buckle up or find something to hold on to because we'll be going faster than we had been before." the co-pilot informed moments before the jet gave another small lurch, the engine getting louder.

Spanner and Shouichi moved from their spot only enough to give the 'rescue team' some room to move. Other than that, no one moved.

Other than wait, there was nothing anyone could do except strip Tsuna of his clothes, except his underwear, and clean him up. Basil started cleaning their future boss's face while Turmeric started to carefully undress him.

Hopefully they had found him in time.

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