A/N: I apologize for the late update. I know it's out of date and it's been almost two weeks since I've updated, so I honestly apologize!

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Chapter 06: The news

"Excuse me!" A young woman with thin glasses in front her eyes, wearing a grey formal skirt and had her hair was up in a messy pony tail, stood up from where she was seated with a small notebook in one hand and a pen on the other, "Is it true the one who was reported missing from the flight 27, is hospitalized in the main hospital of Pisa, Italy?" she asked. The woman (from one of the local News of Japan) looked expectantly at the wide television across of the room.

The others inside the conference room slowly stopped talking as the cameramen and camerawomen directed their attention to the young woman inside the television. She was sitting on a red settee in front of a wide window with the curtains drawn to the sides to let the sunlight into the room. She wore black leather pants and a large white cotton blouse with a large silver ribbon above the chest; and GUCCiblack shoes with high heels.

A few seconds passed after the question was asked and the once chaotic room, filled with noises and talking, was now silent.

Yuee's stared with a stoic face at the woman who asked the question before closing her eyes and shifting in her sitting position; lying further into the settee and putting her elbow on the sofa arm before touching her cheek with her index finger.

It was unbelievable. With just a phone call she managed to gather a number of reporters filled with questions and with camera crews. It was still so unbelievable. She thanked the heavens at her—them being in another country, if not, they'll have reporters sticking to them like dogs behind a bone; following her into her hotel room… maybe even following Mei and her to a public restroom—she shuddered at the thought. Maybe it was better not to imagine what would've happened if they were in Japan.

…Yup, she had to thank the heavens.

As soon as the talking and murmurs ended, she reopened her eyes, gave a small smile and answered; "Yes, he is."

And chaos began again.

"Oh…" Tsuna's mouth formed an "o", indicating Mei he understood. She stared at him for a moment before refocusing in the book in her hands. Tsuna watched and observed her before he realized something. "B-But, aren't you supposed to be with her at the video transmission too?"

Mei looked up from her book, "I'm supposed to, but I'm too busy reading this book which is quite interesting by the way," she added and resumed her previous act.

Tsuna nodded at her answer. Seeing that she wasn't willing to hold a conversation, he decided to take a few seconds to look around the room. It was all white, for one, and had a weird smell that he found rather disgusting. His bed was not that comfortable but he could put up with it at the moment and there were a couple of machines around the bed; some of which had thin tubes coming out from them and were headed to his arms. On the each side of the bed, there were small table-sides with a lamp on each. On the far corner, there was a small round table with two chairs. There were a few pictures hanging on the wall that seemed pretty expensive (considering there were small little lamps lighting them). He looked around more and before he knew it, the seconds turned to minutes.

He jumped at the sound of the book closing making a big 'puff' and hold a hand close to his heart; which was beating pretty fast. Turning his attention to where the sound came from, he saw Mei slowly standing up with the book in her hand and sighing.

"Well then, I guess I left her alone for quite a time now, she must be going crazy with so many cameras and questions at her, she might even faint." She began walking rather slowly towards the door, almost as if she didn't want to go but had the obligation to.

Tsuna's mouth dropped at her words; "S-So… you were doing it on purpose?" he asked. She stopped in front of the entrance and cocked her head over her shoulder to look at him.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" she asked politely, grabbing the handle she opened the door. A wide smile appeared on her face before answering and closing the door behind her: "I was reading the book that was oh so very interesting."

Damn that Umei!!

Yuee cursed her silently as she placed that calm face. In the outside she seemed calm and perfectly fine about the interview and cameras, but inside, she was going crazy! There were so many people, and they were watching her every move! They asked and asked (not really, they were just beginning) wanting to know everything! Those damn artifacts were directed at her and were filming her! She was such a shy person and this was too extreme for her to take it all at once!! Mei knew perfectly about her shy nature, but she was doing it in purpose! She just knows it!

She took an intake of breath thru her nostrils and tried to calm down.

It's okay! It's going to be okay… it'll be just fine. Come on Yuee! Take a grip! It's just cameras and a couple of questions and it'll be over before you know it! It's just cameras… cameras… —!

"How can you be so sure he is the one missing?" a young man asked as he stood with a microphone in his hand and received a vigorous nod from the young lady that asked the previous question. Yuee's inner fight about her shyness and damning Umei for doing this was stopped. After calming her own self, she directed her attention to him and smiled again.

"We personally found him in the wrecked aircraft." She answered kindly.

"What if it's a lie so you can appear in television?" the man prompted curiously. A vein popped out of her head at the insinuation the mad man made. "We have certainly come across before with people like that, and only left the hearts of the families crushed even more at the white lie they made. Why would you be any different?" he questioned, narrowing his eyes at her, "Not only that, you have been mentioning a lot the word 'we'. Maybe your comrades and you planned this all along to get the main character of the play?" he impelled.

Her shyness was soon forgotten at his insinuation and got mad at his second question. But instead of getting angrier than she was already, she couldn't help but to widen the smile in her face, which turned into a smirk and caught the attention of everyone. "Well, you'll certainly regret doing that,"

"What—"He was interrupted by what sounded like doors opening; a loud crash came from the direction of the twin doors across from her, made her jump from the sudden noise. Yuee's eyes glanced at the one responsible of the action, with a hand over her heart which was beating crazily from the scare she received.

"She has evidence," the person responsible from the previous act informed from the entrance. The cameraman inside the room took a hold of the filming artifact and directed the objected to the person. Yuee sighed with relief before mock-glaring at Mei.

"Why are you late Umei?"

"Sorry, sorry," Mei apologized as she fully stepped into the room, closing the harmed double doors behind her. "I went to pay a visit to the young hamster and time passed by as I read a book in the room." She walked further inside, with the camera still stuck to her. A low growl escaped from her throat, "You better keep that camera off of my face if you want to see another day." She spat, walking next to the man to retrieve a chair to place it next to Yuee. In the blink of an eye, the camera was stuck to Yuee's face once again. As Mei sat on the chair, she questioned to Yuee: "Why do you get the throne?"

"Because it fits me and I'm not the one to arrive thirty minutes late to the interview just to see her friend suffer or see how she'll act towards the situation." Yuee spat.

"Touché,"

"Zip it," Yuee sighed apologizing. "Sorry," she whispered.

"It's alright," she whispered back and laughed a bit, "I'll get piss-y too if a guy gets all high-and-mighty with me." The latter smiled in reassurance.

"Still—"

"We'll let this for another moment," Mei turned to the camera, "We have an interview to go thru." Yuee smiled at that and thanked her friend. She bended down to take a hold of her lucky handbag and placed it over her lap as she pulled out three, no, four object from in it. Placing them carefully over her lap, she looked up to see the small television behind the camera in front of her. Mei couldn't help but to smirk at his idiotically expression of shock and nodded in approval for the first chosen item to show first as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. It was—

"This item was found on his body," Yuee grabbed the wallet and opened it. She mumbled something under her breath that sounded like: "Sorry for sticking my nose in this," or "Sorry for opening your wallet without your permission Tsunayoshi," they couldn't tell, but Mei could and just shook her head to the sides with a small smile on her face; even in the worst moments like this, she still apologized. Founding the object she was searching for, she slid it off and placed it in front of the camera. There were several gasps and intakes of breath at the identification card. They stared at the photo and read the name of the owner of the object.

Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"I-It could be a fake…" the same man blustered once again. This time, it was Yuee's and Mei's time for narrowing their eyes. Mei mutter "Stubborn ass," under her breath as she looked away from the television and stared at the wall on her left. Yuee moved away the identification card from in front of the camera and thrusting it to the person next to the camera.

"It isn't, in fact you could ask the reporter that's here with me. Is it a fake reporter-man?" He shook his head to the sides. She sighed but smiled as Mei smirked. "If you still refuse to believe me, it's no problem at all, I still have a couple of cards under my sleeve." Yuee smirked as she opened the wallet again and slid the card inside before handing the wallet to Mei for her keeping. "Let's go with the next one, shall we?" Yuee grabbed a rectangular shaped shiny paper. "Tsunayoshi had this clenched in his hand when I retrieved him from the plane," she was silent for a couple of seconds as she observed the photo with Umei glancing over her shoulder to see the picture. She did the same and showed it to the camera, just to receive silence in return. "It seems to be a photo of his friends and family." And it was indeed.

Everyone seemed to be lined up at the photo. Tsuna was in the middle, smiling with soft eyes, with Gokudera at his right (which had a cigarette lit on his lips) and Yamamoto behind the former, with his trademark grin in place. Ryohei was in the left of Yamamoto and had his arms in the air and his mouth wide open (he should have said EXTREME while the picture was taken) with Lambo and I-pin next to him. Kyoko was in front of Gokudera and was smiling kindly as Haru claimed Tsuna's left arm and smiled brightly. Bianchi was next to I-pin with the goggles in place and held a lady-like smile while Chrome took the other end, blushing a bit as Nana was at the left of Bianchi and was smiling warmly. Hibari was further away from the crowd, but still took place in the photo shooting with Hibird on his head, which was chirping happily and flapping its wings(wonder what Reborn did to keep him like that). And behind the Tenth Boss, was the Arcoballeno (or former?) of the Sun, Reborn; who held Leon with his right hand and had no expression. Or so they thought. The edges of his lips were slightly upward.

(A/N: Hmmm, I got to draw that one, but I'm specialized in chibis… but I'll do my best at drawing them normal size. Enough of me ranting, on with the chapter)

Yuee moved the photo away from the camera and gave it to Mei, "If you're still not willing in believe me, I think this will do the trick." She closed her eyes and proceeded into picking up the two items left on her lap by the chain. "Tsunayoshi had these two rings with him when we found him. One was hanging from the chain," she pointed the golden one in form of a lion cub, "While the other," she indicated the other one with her hand; it had a big shiny orange ruby in the center, "Was in his middle finger of his right hand."

The former took a hold of her handbag and placed it over her knees once again. She opened the upper zipper and received the wallet and tucked it inside, "That's the proof I have. It's convincing enough," next was the photo and the rings; the picture was tucked away next to the somewhat bloodied wallet while the rings were safely stored away in one of the small pockets inside.

"Now then," she zipped the bag shut, but instead of leaving it in the floor, she tucked it under her left arm, which rightful hand was in a fist. "With that said…" she paused for a moment before giving a wide smile at them and saying, "Are there any more questions?"

The chaos was even worse than before.

Tears of relief and utter happiness fell from the eyes of the Hurricane Bomb, Gokudera. He felt so happy. His Boss, the Tenth, was alive with minor injuries in the main hospital of Pisa Italy.

But he wasn't the only one crying his eyes out.

The Tenth's mother was so happy she cried in relief before she went to the kitchen to cook the misso soup the Tenth liked so much. Iemitsu was cheering happily (more like drunkenly) from where he was sitting in the porch. Fuuta and I-Pin were thanking the heavens for the safety of the Tenth while Bianchi prepared a menu with the Tenth's mother.

Cow brat seemed the most normal of them all… Not. He had his eyes glazed and was running from room to room, packing his things for their trip to visit the Tenth in Italy. Fuuta and I-Pin soon joined him, packing their own personal objects along with Bianchi's, Maman's and Iemitsu's clothes.

Lawn head, 'Ha-hi' girl, Lawn head's sister and baseball-freak just left the house to prepare their bags for the trip they were about to have to Pisa. From the looks of it, everyone had received a ticket from unknown sources for the day of tomorrow at seven fifteen in the morning; maybe even Hibari and Chrome received one. But he doubted Hibari would come and Chrome would (maybe); considering the fact the later hold a high admiration to the Tenth.

He was sure, no, he was positive the tickets were from Reborn-san or the Ninth.

Gokudera politely excused himself from the house, claiming he was headed to his own apartment to prepare his own bag for the sudden travel. He exited the home of the Tenth, making sure he closed the gate behind him and he began to walk the route that took him to his apartment. He stopped when he was a block away from the Tenth's house to look at the sky above him. It was just dusk, but he could faintly see a couple of stars on the orange-ish and somewhat purple-ish sky.

He smiled at the sight and he too thanked the heavens for the safety of the Tenth before starting once again walking towards his apartment.

A glass of wine was thrown to the television, shattering itself with the screen but didn't harm the crystal screen at all. Xanxus glared at the television across from him. He hoped it could burn with his intense and infuriated glare, but the damned object didn't budge not one bit.

Who would be stupid enough to leave a country without any protecting what so ever? Without his fucking lame and powerless Guardians

…The fucking trash! That's who!

The scarred man threw yet another glass of wine towards the wall between the television and the door; which the last, was suddenly thrown open and crashed against the wall behind it. The one responsible of the act was no one other than the stupid shark boy, Squalo.

"OOOOOOI!! BOSS! Did you see the news? The fucking brat is aliv—"Before he could even finish his sentence, an empty glass shattered against his noggin, rudely interrupting him. "OOOI! What gives Boss?!"

"I don't need you telling me trash," Xanxus directed his glare to the imbecile standing at the entrance of the room, clutching his injured skull (which seemed to be bleeding); "I saw it." He stood up from his throne like seat and headed over to his small bar, to fill yet another glass of red wine. "Now fucking leave,"

"OOOO—"Squalo barely dodged the glass that passed next to his head.

"Don't bitch and leave. NOW." Squalo didn't need to be told twice… Okay, sometimes he did, but he could clearly see the need to leave when his Boss got all PM on him. The door closed behind the Varia member, leaving a seething Xanxus alone. The expensive wine bottle shattered under his sole grip, which only led him to curse the fucking object for being so fragile and his wish to get drunk was forgotten from his anger. Walking over to the wide window he stared, more like glared, at the dark sky.

Bester was seated next to the throne-like settee its Master was sitting on a while ago, and stared at its Master. A long yawn escaped its snout. Standing up, it headed to where its Master was and lied next to the standing form of Xanxus, placing its snout over its paws and slowly drifting off to glanced for a few seconds his box weapon before nudging it with his boot and walked towards his bathroom. The action made it come out of its sleepy daze and followed its Master, only to stop over the bed, where he lied on the floor next to it.

A few minutes later, Xanxus came out of the bathroom with sleeping slacks on him only. He turned off the lights and headed towards the bed. As he lied down, the former prepared himself for the worst that was about to happen the following day. Xanxus knew perfectly well the old man was going to ask him, no, order him to protect the little brat until his fucking Guardians were reunited with him.

And he just fucking hates babysitting.

The Ninth sighed in relief as he watched the interview. He was beyond happy the Tenth was safely taken in by a civilian, but he was worried about the safety of those civilians. They were now mixed with the Mafia from just saving an injured man from a deserted and crashed aircraft. He was very worried and didn't know how to handle with this situation.

A whisper from a certain man inside the room of the Ninth interrupted his thoughts and focused his attention of the other occupant in the room. He smiled knowingly at him before voicing out his opinion of the whisper.

"You can't be serious about that," the Ninth said.

"With all due respect Ninth, I'm dead serious," the other man opposed.

The Ninth shook his head to the sides and gave a light chuckle at the serious tone of the Hitman.

"When will he learn it's not wise for a Mafia Boss to leave in an airplane without one of his Guardians to accompany him?" the famous Hitman leaned against the wall and crossed his arms against his chest. The green though looking Chameleon perched over the rim of black fedora shifted from the sudden move but didn't fell. He took an intake of breath thru his nostrils and exhaled it a couple of seconds later.

"My job as his Tutor would never end until Dame-Tsuna learns how to behave and act as a true Vongola Boss." He voiced out.

"Up till now your job as his Tutor is going smoothly well, don't you think Reborn?"

"Smoothly well isn't good enough Ninth," his black copper eyes stared at the television before smirking; "Dame-Tsuna will get one hell of a beating when I'll go to visit him."

A/N: FINALLY FINISH! :D I was falling asleep as I was writing this, so I do apologize for any errors!

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