Letter 02

Dear Mama:

Reborn ended the phone call with the Ninth a few moments later. The time spent in the call was short in Reborn's opinion, but for Tsuna, it was a long estimated time; even more so when the baby spoke in hushed tones— not to mention in Italian. This act only leads us to a confused and anxious Tsuna. Now, the young Boss could only wonder about what the baby told her 'grandfather' in the short phone call. Perhaps he mentioned to the Ninth she was pregnant…? She resisted the urge to sigh. Maybe she should have accepted Gokudera's offer at teaching her Italian when he asked…

The green phone with eyes glowed brightly as it turned back to its original form. Curling its tail, Leon crawled up Reborn's arm to his shoulder and jumped up to the rim of the black fedora. It strode around the rim of the hat before settling in its' usual spot; blinking its' eyes when it noticed its' owner was still giving his back to Tsuna.

After long seconds of stillness, Reborn began to turn his body towards Tsuna, slowly. Tsuna's eyebrows furrowed when she saw the eyes of the Hitman being shadowed by the rim of his fedora. She felt her body go cold when she heard him say with a harsh and scheming voice:

"Get your things packed."

Shamal heard loud noises coming from upstairs. Worried about the safety of the little human growing inside of Tsuna— and of her own— he immediately got up. Approaching the flight of stairs, he started to climb them swiftly. Once he reached the top of the stairs, he leaped towards the door of the young pregnant teen. Without pausing, he turned the knob.

The first thing the doctor's eyes came in contact was not a beaten up Tsuna, or a bleeding one. For that he was grateful, he really was. What he saw was the standing form of Tsuna. She was standing near the closet, holding a black suitcase in her left hand. She was staring at the jumbled mountain of worn out carton boxes, big and small, on the floor in front of her.

So the loud noises weren't of Tsuna getting beaten up. It was from the boxes that probably came crashing down as soon as she pulled the suitcase (most likely placed under the boxes) from the shelf inside the closet. He almost sighed in relief. After checking she was fine along with the small being inside of her, Shamal finally felt the intense atmosphere in the room.

It was deadly.

Not only was the air tense, but the two members inside of the room also emitted a strange atmosphere. Shamal observed the young Boss standing by the closet more closely and noticed her eyes were hidden by her bangs. She seemed upset, almost infuriated. Her lips were quivering; almost as if she wanted to say something, but feared the reaction her Tutor would make once she spoke her thoughts. All in all, she was just screaming to the world she was not content over whatever thing Reborn told her to do.

Shamal's attention drifted to the small baby standing on the low table in the middle of the room. The face of Reborn was shadowed by the rim of his fedora too. The baby looked as if he wanted to beat something or someone up very painfully; which means it couldn't be Tsuna. Just for that, he felt relieved again.

For a split second, the doctor saw the small action the Tenth Boss made; clenching her hands, tightly. It was as if she was trying to get the courage to say what was bothering her so much to the Hitman. After a few seconds, she made her mind. It seemed as if she made the resolve to tell Reborn what she thought about this whole ordeal.

Tsuna parted her lips and—

"You have no right in this matter." Reborn interrupted her before she could even talk.

Her mouth closed shut at his words.

"Who knows what other mistake you may do?" Reborn had inquired.

The pressure she previously added on her hands slowly began to decrease.

"You told me you had to discuss with me?"

Reborn and Shamal were now inside the living room; each sitting on a different couch from the other. Tsuna was up in her room, packing up her things for tomorrow morning. After the statement Reborn made towards Tsuna, the young girl lost all will to fight against the decision of her Tutor. So she prudently decided to pack her belongings while Reborn and Shamal finished that unsettled talk Reborn had requested (more like demanded) to have with him. It was Reborn's decision that the two of them— Tutor and student— will be heading to Venice Italy first thing in the morning.

The Ninth knew nothing about this matter.

At least… not yet.

Reborn thought it was better for Tsuna to tell the Ninth and her father about her condition in person. It seemed more appropriate than telling them by the phone, Reborn had told her.

"Ah," Reborn looked up from where he stared at the low table between them; as if he was thinking about a very important matter. The baby kept his eyes on him as he continued his words. "It seems we will need a doctor to check up on Tsuna every two weeks, and since you are the one who found out about her condition, we—"Don't add Tsuna in your scheming you little—"—thought it would be better for you to be her Doctor in the time being."

Shamal gaped at Reborn.

"Since this is the Tenth Boss we're talking about— and the health of the future Eleventh— it would be most convenient for us. We don't want to risk the life of Tsuna, nor the life of the tot. What if we hired a doctor who may want to injure Tsuna to ruin the future of the Vongola? It would be better if we had someone to treat Tsuna who we could place our trust in and never doubt on them. You may be a perverted doctor Shamal, but I am sure we can leave Tsuna in your care."

Shamal stared in disbelief at the small Tutor.

Reborn… was asking him for help?

Now he knew hell has frozen over.

But, Shamal won't accept the offer. Did Reborn think he would set down in Italy Venice again to take care of the small being inside of the Tenth Boss? Even if it was an honor, he won't do it. I mean, he practically knew every woman in Venice! It would be a waste of time!

Just as he opened his mouth to decline the offer, from the corner of his eyes he noticed the form of Tsuna standing by door frame. She was looking intently at him, with hope and a silent plead for him to accept the strange proposition her Tutor was offering. He grimaced and closed his agape mouth as he changed his attention to Reborn. The baby was looking expectantly at him, waiting for his answer.

Shamal remained where he was seated; staring at the low table between him and Reborn. The doctor was thinking, analyzing the offer made to him by Reborn. Now that he thought about it— really thought about it, it didn't really sound that bad. So what if he knew most of the women in Venice? He could always go to Pisa and start from zero there right?

Besides—

His attention drifted once again to the young woman looking intently at him from the door of the living room.

How can I say no to a young pretty woman in need?

"We're home!" Nana called out as she opened the front door. She stepped aside to let the kids and Bianchi enter the house. The kids started laughing as they took off their shoes; talking about the good time they passed in the park and the arcade. Bianchi stared at them at the same time as she kicked off her trainers and took off her leather jacket.

"Don't forget to take off your jackets and hang them up kids." The magenta haired female reminded them as she stepped out of the genkan*. The kids consented and started to do as told.

Just as Nana was about to close the door, a hand stopped it. She peeked through the small space ajar to see who it was. As soon as her eyes met another pair of familiar brown eyes, she felt a smile rolling up on her cheeks. Smiling at the teenager standing behind the door, Nana opened the door more and allowed him to enter the house. Said boy entered the house with a smile of his own in his face. He began untying his shoelaces to remove his sneakers and once that was done, he began to slide off his green coat. Nana patted the head with camel colored hair.

"How was your trip, Fuuta?" She asked as she closed the door and locked it. She took off her coat and hung it on the coat hanger along with all the others.

"It was great." Fuuta answered as he gave the coat to Nana for her to it hang up too.

"Good! You should tell us everything about it over dinner, yes? For now, go and wash up! I'll start dinner now and I want you all cleaned up, okay?"

Nodding enthusiastically , Fuuta ran up the stairs to the room he shared with the kids to grab a new set of clothing to change on; preferably his pajamas.

Smiling, Nana walked up the stairs and knocked on the door of her dear daughter before opening it. "Tsu-kun?" She called as she got a hold of the gray door knob. With a flick of her wrist, she opened the door. "Where did—"

She paused.

The room was cleaned. No socks or clothes on the floor. No novel books or shounen mangas on the floor or over the desk. Everything was neatly cleaned. The door of the closet was wide open, empty. The drawers from the wardrobe were vacant as well. She felt her stomach turn upside down at the sight of five suitcases resting next to the door.

"T-Tsu…na?"

"Mom."

Nana turned around, with her heart beating wildly against her chest. Standing in front of her was her daughter, only daughter, with an impassive face. Her posture was wrong, she looked wrong, more than she already looked.

"I need… to tell you something."

"I'm sorry."

Nana's eyes were hidden from view by her bangs. Her hands were settled on top of her folded legs and her head was tilted downwards. She didn't know how to react to this. Sure she felt sad, angry, disappointed. Sad because her little baby girl was pregnant at such a young age without a husband. Angry because Tsuna didn't trust her enough to tell her she slept with who-knows-who. And more importantly… disappointed… She taught her everything she could. She raised her best she could.

Tsuna bowed her head even more when she didn't receive an answer from her mother. She felt the back of her eyes sting but she closed her eyes and lifted her head up towards the ceiling. She would not cry anymore.

"I made myself vow I would not make you cry or leave you as dad did…" She opened her eyes, "But I guess some oaths can be broken…"

Standing up from her sitting place, Tsuna bowed waist length in front of her mother before she turned around and exited the bedroom of her mother. As she closed the door, she whispered:

"I will take responsibility over my own actions. Take care, mom…"

Tsuna closed the door as soon as she saw the head of her mother snap up at her words. Taking a step back, she rushed towards the stairs and climbed down the flight of stairs in two. She ran towards the genkan and stepped into it. As fast as she could, she put on her orange sneakers. She grabbed her black coat hanged from the coat hanger and absentmindedly took the bag and cap given to her. Nodding her thanks to the magenta haired female standing behind her, she unlocked the door and opened it.

"Take good care of her Bianchi, kids." Tsuna smiled at the two sobbing kids and at the near to tears teenage Fuuta. She waved a hand at Bianchi and walked out of the house. She felt someone sit on the top of her head as she walked out of the property of the Sawada Family.

"The car is ready." The babyish voice informed her. She nodded slightly, to not make Reborn fall off of his seat on top her head. "Hurry No Good Tsuna."

Doing as told, she ran towards the black car parked in front of her house. But before she could even reach out for the door handle, the door opened for her. She stared with her head tilted to her side at Shamal sitting on the other side of the car.

"I wouldn't be a gentlemen if I let a young pretty school girl open the door by herself, now would I?" Tsuna sighed before she grunted at his reasoning. She entered the black car and closed the door behind her. As soon as she closed the door, the car moved at top speed towards the hotel they'll spend the night in. Tsuna placed the bag given to her between Shamal and her.

Tsuna heard the calls of her mother, but she didn't look back.

The fuss occurring in the Sawada residence over the departure of Tsuna was quickly stopped with the help of the Poison Scorpion.

Calming down the two younger residents was easy. Bianchi told I-Pin and Lambo Tsuna will come back in a couple of months, as soon as her studies in Italy were finished. They stopped crying as soon as they heard the news and cheered. And so the two seven year olds continued with what they were previously doing, forgetting about the fact they won't be seeing Tsuna in a couple of months. Unknown to them, it would be more than a couple of months; it will be years.

Fuuta, however, couldn't be fooled so easily.

It took a lot of effort from Bianchi to make him believe his Tsuna-nee will be living in Italy for now on. She couldn't lie to him and tell him she was doing studies in Italy, because he knew it wasn't true. So she decided to stick with the story Reborn told her to tell her Guardians: she went to Italy to prepare herself to be a true Mafia Boss. Luckily, with that answer he nodded as a smile appeared on his face. He then proclaimed he would make constant ratings on how his Tsuna-nee was doing. Bianchi nodded at his decision and inwardly sighed in relief.

Now, the only one left is Maman…

Bianchi slowly opened the door to Maman's room, as quiet as she could. Her eyes searched around the bedroom, looking for the soon-to-be grandmother. But she didn't have to search for long, because the married woman was sitting on her bed; staring down at a photo album resting on her lap.

Silently, the magenta haired woman stepped inside of the room; not before closing the door behind her of course. She walked over to Maman; who just turned the page of the album. Bianchi stood in front of her and peeked at the photo Maman was gazing at; it was a baby picture of Tsuna in her diapers, with a pacifier on her lips and a big teddy bear in her arms.

Maman suddenly laughed; a broken and hoarse voice.

"I remember when Tsu-kun was still a small baby…" Bianchi took this as an invitation to sit down; which she did. She stared expectantly at the other; who began to trace the photo with her pale fingers. Maman laughed again and continued where she left off.

"We all thought she was going to be a boy. We bought her boyish clothes and painted her room blue." Maman pointed to a photo on the next page. Tsuna was sitting on the bed of her parents, with a blue winter romper suit on; it had small cars and motorcycles on it. Bianchi's face cracked into a smile at the photo; Tsuna really looked like a boy with those clothes.

"But God gave me a beautiful little girl…" Bianchi's attention went to the photo below of that. It had Iemitsu and Tsuna; the former was trying to make Tsuna laugh with his funny faces since she looked as if she was about to cry. But it was probably because of the strange clothes she was forced to wear; pink and frilly. Bianchi would've cried too with so many ruffles at such a young age.

"I… don't know why she had to leave…" A tear landed on the photo Bianchi was staring at. Looking up, Bianchi's face turned worried at the sight of Maman. "W-We could've passed this together…"

"Tsuna didn't want to be a burden." Nana looked up and stared at Bianchi in surprise.

"A burden…? But…"

"Maman." Bianchi called. "Tsuna knows very well you two aren't the only ones living here. She knew if she stayed here, she should've only caused trouble to you and the kids. And knowing the kids, they would've been going crazy at the news of a new brother coming in. Especially Lambo. If Tsuna had decided to stay here, she would've felt as a burden. I'm sure Tsuna thought of this after Reborn gave her the order."

"Reborn-chan?"

"Ah, Reborn decided it would be better if they headed out for his home land. There, she would be in good hands." Bianchi stared at Nana with bright eyes. "She was thinking of you in this whole ordeal. Not of herself, but of you."

"Tsu-kun…"

After a long moment in silence, Maman sighed severely.

"That girl… is always making me worry. One of these days she'll give me a bloody heart attack. As if she didn't gave me one already." She closed the photo album and stood up. "When she comes back, I'll have a feast prepared for her! But before that… She'll have a scolding in the old Sawada way!"

The night felt short to the residents living in the Sawada household. With the blink of an eye, it was already morning. Which only meant one thing: School. Luckily, Nana and Bianchi didn't have to worry about that right? Wrong. They did. They had to hasten the kids in getting ready for school; such as getting them to leave the bed and get dressed. Lambo was the trickiest out of all of them. He fooled both of them, making them think he was already awake as soon as they left the room; but in reality, he laid back in the bed and slept for another five minutes. But with the help of her poison cooking, he even got the enthusiasm to want to leave to school already.

They were all seated around the table; waiting for Maman to finish cooking breakfast. Just as Nana placed the bowl filled with strips of bacon, the doorbell rang. Nana and Bianchi shared a look; wondering who would tell her Guardians she wouldn't be here for… a long time. Bianchi nodded at Nana as she got up and walked out of the kitchen. Grabbing the goggles resting on top of table next to the kitchen door, she walked towards the genkan. She slipped into her trainers as she put her brown goggles on. Once she undid the lock on the door, she grabbed the door knob and turned it.

"Sis!" Gokudera exclaimed. He did not expect to see his sister so early in the morning it seemed. When the door opened he estimated to see the Principessa, not her. Today was not going to be his day.

"Good morning Hayato. How are you?"

"I don't have time to chitchat. I'll be late for school, Sis." He looked behind her and searched for his Boss; expecting her to pop out of the kitchen and apologize, before she hurriedly stepped into the genkan to put on her shoes; not without slipping in the progress. But he didn't saw her doing the usual morning routine.

"Then you should be going then." Bianchi advised him as she folded her arms in front of her chest.

"I can't leave without the Principessa! And you know it Sis!"

Bianchi inwardly cringed as she looked away from the pair of forest green eyes analyzing her. This is going to be harder than I thought… She resisted the urge to sigh. Her eyes focused on her brother once again and decided to let it out for once and for all.

"Look, Hayato," He perked up when she called him with a serious tone. "About Tsuna, she—"

"Yo! Gokudera! Bianchi!" The cheerful voice resounded from the gates. Hayato grumbled and grunted at the familiar yet annoying voice. Yamamoto approached them and raised his hand in an act of greeting. "Good morning!"

"Good morning Yamamoto Takeshi." Bianchi greeted with a monochrome voice. How these kids enjoyed to interrupt her… The nerve…

"Why can't you be a normal Baseball freak and do your stupid morning baseball practice at school?" Hayato's voice rose with each word he spoke.

"But, I wanted to pick up Tsuna too! I didn't saw her yesterday!" Yamamoto pouted childishly at the bomb expert.

"Me neither! And do you see me pouting? No! So stop your whining!" Hayato smacked Yamamoto in the back of his head with his hand. Yamamoto pouted some more and starting patting the back of his head lightly. After admonishing the baseball lover, Hayato turned his attention to his half-sister. "So? Where's the Principessa!"

"She's not here."

Gokudera and Yamamoto stopped their actions.

Yamamoto pouted some more as he inquired with a tilt of his head: "She already left for school?"

"She left, but not to school."

Yamamoto and Gokudera felt their body go cold at the words of the older female standing in front of them.

"What do you mean?" Gokudera narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't like where this was going.

"Yesterday," Bianchi started once she had the attention of the two Guardians "Reborn decided it would be best for her to finish her studies over in Italy—"

Somewhere, a black Mercedes car stopped near a private jet plane.

"—since it's only a couple of months left before she graduated—"

The driver stopped the engine of the car and stepped out of the car. He walked around it and halted his steps next to a specific door.

"—Reborn also thought—"

Just as the driver reached to the door handle to open it up, someone from the inside suddenly threw it open for him; hitting him straight into his abdomen and where the sun doesn't shine.

"—Tsuna should appreciate this chance—"

Shamal stepped out of the car and uncaringly apologized to the bent, agonizing chauffeur. Standing next to the opened door, Shamal offered his hand to the young lady sitting inside.

"—to prepare herself for her future role—"

Grabbing it, Tsuna stepped out of the black Mercedes car with the help of Shamal. She wore a one-shoulder, light salmon colored dress; with the only sleeve the dress had long. Over the dress rested a white fur coat that reached just below her chest. Shamal offered her his arm as soon as she freed his hand from her grasp. Grunting, Tsuna accepted the offer and they started walking towards the parked white jet.

Her white heels clinked against the floor; they had pair an elegant cutwork on the sides and an ankle strap. Her long brunette hair was curled at the ends and it waved with the slight breeze. A white furry metal hair clip was resting on the side of head; pulling back a couple of strands of hair. The clip was no larger than her index finger. She had little make up on her face; just mascara, blush and let's not forget the transparent lip gloss dressing her lips.

"—as the Tenth Boss of the Vongola Family."

Tsuna looked up at the white private jet plane with the Vongola crest proudly attached on its side. Small and almost audible steps approached her side as she gazed at the aircraft in front of her. Turning her head to the direction where the steps came from, her eyes met the pair of large black eyes of her baby Tutor. He wore a white Hugo Boss suit instead of his black Armani suit. His dress shirt was yellow and the tie he wore was white as well. His fedora was white, but with the elastic yellow instead of orange.

"I thought we'll be leaving in a normal airplane…" Tsuna informed. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed a group of black men in suits carrying her baggage to the aircraft. She also saw Shamal flirting with a flight attendant. Well, that was fast…

Reborn sat on her shoulder pulled her ear; indicating her to enter the jet. Squealing, she reluctantly obeyed the order given to her.

"Why would we do that if you have your own private jet?" Reborn finally answered when Tsuna set foot on the airplane.

I Hope you understand.

With Love:

Your daughter, Tsuna