Here's the update! I got everything planned out, and personally, it's my most emotional story so far. This chapter in particular, I enjoyed writing. Hopefully you'll enjoy it and review!

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happyface - flash back, letter, poem

In a dark room, with only the sound of pages flipping, was Reborn. He sat in a nest of books, reading documents so ancient, they were rotting in his hands, with black and white pictures, faded and worn, scattered about. Still, the hitman pursued, scanning musty brown page after page and pictures of HQ from years back. So far, Reborn's only dug up as far as the 4th boss. No sign of that mansion, or Tsuna, appearing anywhere in Vongola records.

The raven was getting a hunch he'll have to drag out the first generation's files. Still, he had to be thorough. No way would Nono send them in there when information was freely available. Although, he often thought informants were some of the most irritating, incompetent people he's met, and had to often do their work for them.

As his onyx eyes flew across the words, his mind started thinking about what Nono had said when they returned.

"My word! Are you two alright?!" exclaimed the elderly boss, running over to his -adopted- son and ally. After running around with Natsu for several minutes, their expensive, stylish clothes were in shreds. Sweat and dust had accumulated and they were exhausted. Both of them weren't in the mood for talking, standing, or staying conscious.

Xanxus, grunting 'bath,' lumbered slowly to the bathroom, followed by Byakuran. Reborn was normal, despite a slightly elevated heart rate. "Reborn! What happened? Why are Xanxus and Signor Gesso in that condition?... Was it there? The ghost? Did it do that?!" he demanded, curiosity burning, growing agitated.

Reborn was quick to calm him down and reassure him. "The spirit was indeed there, but it had a playful pet," the raven explained. "A pet? Of what sort?" Chuckling lightly in his head, Reborn answered, "A fiery lion with excellent control of his flames and weapons. As you can see, neither of them were wounded in any fashion," 'Thanks to Tsuna,' Reborn almost wanted to add. "And the...spirit?"

"He bore no ill will. In fact, he was quite graceful and gentlemanly. The man appeared to have been alive around the Renaissance period, but didn't dress as a royal nor peasant. In fact, he looked rather sharp," Reborn added with a smirk. Nono quirked an eyebrow, but urged Reborn to continue. "But although the spirit, Tsuna, is peaceful, we know nothing of him. It would be unwise to naively approach him again."

"I see," the don mumbled, pacing in concentration. Reborn leaned against one of his bookcases. If it was his call, he'd probably just monitor the situation, keeping interested parties out, but in the end it would be ideal for Tsuna to join them. 'However,' the raven thought, 'The 'he' Tsuna referred to didn't sound like a nice fellow.'

"In any case, I want you to fill out your report and have it on my desk in the morning. After you finish that, try and dig up anything you can on the mansion, this 'Tsuna', and… if they've been tangled into Vongola business before. Depending on your findings, we'll ask him to join us, to remain in peace at his current home, or, if he refuses both, then we'll have to...put him to rest."

The dim lamp lit his scowl frighteningly, the pages flipping even faster than before. Reborn had morals, he knew right from wrong, and he cared about innocents' lives. As far as he was concerned, Tsuna shouldn't be involved too heavily, and definitely shouldn't be forced out of his home because he refused them. He is tied to that place for whatever reason, and it was none of his concern, but for just that reason, the Vongola shouldn't drag him into their business.

Tsuna isn't fit for the mafia life; in case no one noticed, he's a spirit. Seeing what mafians do might turn him against all of them, and if Tsuna can tame a lion like that, Reborn sure as hell didn't want to directly go up against him. But not just because of that. Just Tsuna's personality, kindness, his smiles; it made Reborn hate, if only for a moment, what he was doing. He wanted to protect him, and now he'll be forced to kill him? How ridiculous. The Vongola have no say in how that boy leads his life.

Reborn's raging thoughts were interrupted by a piece of paper falling out of the 4th's journal. His was famous for intricate poems, songs, and drawings. The 6th's was also famous, only for it's intricate notes and descriptions of his life. He picked it up, finding it was actually an envelope. Carefully he opened it, unsurprised to find the wax was already broken, and the Vongola flame was in place. What did surprise him was that it wasn't written by 4th. Long before him, actually. If Reborn wasn't mistaken, it was actually written in Primo's time, a week before his death to be exact.

The raven flipped to the place in the journal where it fell out. How on earth had the 4th stumbled upon quite possibly the Primo's last wishes? All mafia bosses die young, even the strongest, Primo. It was only because he retired early to Japan, at around 32, that he was able to survive to another 20 years until he died of illness. He left half his soul in the rings when he passed them on to the 2nd. No one really knows how they did that. Most just assume it was the Trinisette's doing.

"Found it," he mumbled, holding the pages firm as he read carefully. It was dated in 1801, just after he had been coronated. On it was a charcoal drawing of a lion silhouette, and a small poem.

'I wish to hold gratitude and respect,

When I properly fill out my role as the Head of Vongola.

That includes showing such gratitude and respect

To those responsible of getting me here.

Yet today I stood at a crossroads,

Looking at what appeared to be my, our, origin.

Do I thank an empty house,

Or the silhouette that lingers?

Is it a shadow of the past?

The echo of the mighty Primo,

With a great protector standing guard

Of where our glorious family started?

But what I've learned from Primo's words,

Are so different to what I've been told.

My era has only begun,

So how should I respond to the call

Of my ancestor?

With respect and revere,

Or ambition and confidence

That I should follow my own way,

As Boss.'

4th was always poetic, and didn't know which side of the line the Vongola stood at. He expressed his inner anguish through poetry and song, as he master of 40 languages and 40 instruments, so they say. In this poem, he speaks of a house with two entities. Reborn didn't believe in coincidences. The 4th definitely found the letter, and started looking into Primo's personal files. In someway it lead him to the very mansion they had visited on the day before. That meant that Tsuna was directly tied with Vongola Primo. Breathing deeply, Reborn continued to the actual entry, to see if there were any more clues.

Thursday, December 8, 1801,

Dear Journal,

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to write the past few days because I discovered a letter dating to Primo's time last Saturday. It written only days before his death, and knowing that his illness was Tuberculosis, he should have realized he was dying. Because of this, I thought that the contents of this letter was sacred, containing his final wishes to his heir.

To my utmost surprise, it was addressed to the owner of the abandoned mansion down the street, who was apparently actually Japanese, judging by the name. That means that this person must have been so important, he/she was the one that he wanted to hear his last requests. Reading the letter, I was astonished to find such beauty. I have always admired poetry and song since I was but a boy, but never have I experienced so much emotion. Primo obviously loved him/her dearly.

I had happened upon it while I was opening some old boxes from our previous HQ, falling out innocently on my office floor. I was so touched, I immediately looked through Primo's personal effects. I found letters, 7 years worth, the entire time Primo had resided at this place. I was positive that there would be another 20 years worth in Japan, and that the one I found was the last. After more digging, I found that the mansion had been the old HQ, thus why the letter was in the boxes.

They were all from the same person, and the last one was to the same person. It is my theory, that for all of Primo's time as don, another person lived with them, and that after they moved, he/she remained. There must have been something stopping him/her, as the new HQ, the present one, was less than a mile away. This person, from what I've read, was very kind and cheerful, always encouraging Primo from whatever he had disclosed in the previous letter. He/She was completely honest and pure, but also wise. I could sense a sorrow in his/her words, but I'm sure that Primo was quick to comfort him/her when he read anything that was too serious.

It was near the end of Primo's reign when Tsuna mentioned the returning of one his/her lost children. Only a month later, Tsuna reports that his/her child is worrying him, and that he wished for his happiness, claiming that although they might be able to connect, he might dislike staying in his ancient mansion.

Another month later, the first generation disbanded, with the exception of the mist, who stayed by Secondo's side. This person still resided in the house, and stayed alive for at least until Primo died. He/She seemed to have been a protector of HQ, along with the help of a 'Natsu', and Primo and him/her had grown very close, appearingly as intimate as lovers.

The letters started 7 years after they had began the Vongola, around the time that Primo abandoned Simon (it took me a full day to dig up something that coincided with the date) and that they probably moved out because of that. Whether Tsuna was ashamed of Primo or for whatever other reason, I don't know. In his letters, he shows nothing other than kindness, genuinity, and love.

Finally, yesterday, I visited the place, in hopes of finding details on this Tsuna. If this person lived here for at least 40 or so years, there must have been some remnant of his/her existence. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring myself to enter. The elegance of their relationship made me feel that if I barged in, I would defile and ruin it. I doubted that there was a remaining entity, but I swore I saw the silhouette of a lion, and a figure, in an upper window.

I don't know who these were, if this was the child, grandchild, an echo, a spirit, guardian or shadow of Primo, but I turned away. In the end, all I could do was wonder in hopelessness and confusion, of who this person was. I wished to understand, so that I may know what Primo might have wanted for me, but it was like a timeless hole, where the lost words and thoughts of Primo remained. I can only think that I would have had true revelation if I had entered.

Vongola Quattro

Reborn took a breath. 4th's eloquence with words was always breath-taking. He could only hope for such talent in his idiot student, back in Japan. So Primo and Tsuna had been close, and it had even been HQ at for a while. And what was this about a child? That's...impossible, right? Sighing, he went on to the actual letter.

Saturday, October 7, 1653,

Dear Tsuna,

As you know, I have contracted an awful lung disease. I don't sense I have much time left. The fleeting of my life has caused to look back, just like that saying, 'Before death, life flashes before your eyes'. It made me think of my regrets, and of the years I have known you. You have always been so supportive, through thick and thin. When we all felt horrible, after returning from a bloodbath, you greeted us with an unjudging smile, and welcomed us with open arms. I always loved that smile. It hurt me so when I could see it no longer. Even now, it rips my soul, that I could not have you as my last sight. Tsuna, I beg you, be happy and smile. I know you won't be alone forever. We came along, didn't we? That one day when Simon and I stumbled into your mansion. I hope you can forgive me, but I am here, and I will die. Everything after now won't matter, it's done for until the being that will help you finally pass on appears. Laugh, smile, get along with your neighbors, look after my idiot heir, and please be safe. Be happy while looking forward to peace. Unfortunately, I'll be heading there first, but one final request. Please, get along with each other, and be glad. Never forget that.

I love you and goodbye for now,

Giotto.

"Wow," Reborn uttered, staring at it a while longer. Primo really liked Tsuna… was that possible? A ghost and a human making love? Yeah, only Tsuna could make him ask himself what was reality twice in 10 minutes. Don't get him wrong, Reborn completely supported gay relationships. He only knew a handful of people that weren't gay.

In any case, Reborn, after a minute, immediately got to work on digging up those letters. The more he knew the better, so he left the dark records room, and went to the personal effects museum floor. They had an impressive collection of paintings, sculpture, pottery, books, and letters. Usually, Journals are also kept in there, but because the 4th's and 6th's were so important, detailed, and long, they were moved to the records room.

00000 Meanwhile, with Byakuran 00000

"Mou~ I'm so bored!" exclaimed the albino, landing on his bed, burying himself in fluffy pillows. His curiosity was burning hot, and he still knew nothing. Reborn had gotten all the good stuff while Xanxan and he chased around an overgrown housecat! Groaning, he ordered some marshmallows be delivered to his room immediately, and began thinking.

That mansion had been there for at least 600 years. There must have been some other historical recording including it. The Vongola kept exact records, he didn't doubt Reborn would be able to find a connection if there was one. that left anything else involving it fair game. Immediately he called his technology division, ordering them to find something on that mansion.

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