His Pitiful Circumstances

Nana Sawada stepped out from the house to make sure the gate was locked. It was a routine she did every night. But this time, there was something different. She noticed something in the gate's intertwined bars. It was a newspaper. She pulled it out, baffled, since nobody would deliver such especially at night. The newspaper's name was 'Underground Times', and she never heard of such paper. Her eyes widened in surprise to what met her eyes upon stumbling on the front page. She gasped sharply, racing inside the house while suppressing her excitement. She was sure her husband would be surprised, too.

"Damn it, Reborn! This isn't funny at all!" Tsunayoshi Sawada heaved out continuous breaths as he raised his voice against his tutor. What the arcobaleno did was causing an uproar in the whole underground society, and the most embarassed person affected was him. His patience sapped when he found the cursed hitman tutor sitting inside his office while sipping his espresso in complete supremacy.

"Shut up, dame-Tsuna." He crossed his legs and rested his elbows on the chair's arm supporters. He met his eyes. "You think I'm just doing this for fun?"

Tsuna shuddered, but still, the one who was to being deprived of a life of one's own choice was him!

"Sure, broadcasting to the whole world that I'm looking for a wife, that's insane! You never told me about this. What's next? That I'm looking for someone who's going to be my fling?" The frown in his face didn't disappear.

Reborn was quiet for a while. Tsuna grabbed the newspaper from his desk and observed other details pertaining to the add. He got his picture occupying almost the entirety of the front page with big raging letters saying, VONGOLA DECIMO: SEARCHING FOR A BRIDE! There were no qualifications or requirements enumerated. No contact numbers, e-mail adds or concerned people to be asked for further details. If you had a copy of it, you think it would just be a joke, well, it's a different story in mafia though. The more vexing part is, he didn't know it was published and disseminated to the whole underground society three days ago!

Tsuna wouldn't really care of whatever Reborn wanted to do. He could marry anyone of his hitman tutor's choice, but not telling him of what's exactly is going on was vexing. All through out his current life, he followed Reborn - involuntarily, might I add. There was nothing he could do to refuse because he was ruthlessly one Spartan mentor though everything he did was sensible. The man-kid was undeniably dependable. He knows best, as if that was he always wanted to slap in his face. He was always good at everything that even Tsuna considered surrendering the position of being Vongola's boss to him. Reborn, through the years, had been far more seriously jubilant on tormenting him for the purpose of training and learning. Still, Tsuna couldn't grasp the reason for the sudden seek out for his going-to-be wife.

"Asretto's been on the run, Tsuna." Reborn broke to his thoughts.

"Are you planning to get away from our talk, Reborn?" He accused saracastically.

Reborn ignored what he said. Gokudera, all of a sudden, entered the room. "Jyuudaime!" He paused, catching his breath. "Are you sure about settling down?" He went on, as if marrying was one of the worst decisions ever which is true to almost all men out there.

Tsuna's phone office suddenly rang. He never had the chance to say hello since the person on the other line countered him with a deafening voice that almost destroyed not just his hearing but all of his senses.

"Is it true that you're looking for a wife?" His father roared on the line.

"It wasn't –"

And before Tsuna could refuse, Reborn gave her a kick in the face, having the chance to grab the phone. He even dared give him an excuse. "Sorry, I slipped."

Gokudera's phone also rang. It was Haru. "Is it true that Tsuna's looking for a wife? Is he there? Give him the phone. Now!" Even though his phone was not on loudspeaker, the lady's vociferous words echoed inside the room. I give no doubt if Iemitsu heard it. Either way, Gokudera, with bashed ears, stared at Tsuna with sympathy seeing how rigorous his boss shooked his head with eyes pleading. Meanwhile, Tsuna's personal phone rang too. It was Basil.

"Sawada-dono, are the papers real?" Tsuna saluted the calmness in Basil's voice but the one who grabbed the phone from him was no better than his dad nor Haru.
"What's gotten into you, hey! You sick of being alone with Reborn, hey!" It was Colonello.

"Co-lo-nel-lo!" Tsuna, for the sake of his condemned ears, just wished he'd die right there at that time. Lal Milch's bossy voice was still giving him heart attacks. "Oi, brat, Tsunayoshi Sawada, you dare broadcast that you're looking for a wife? Are you playing with us? This is mafia! Not a dating game! Be thankful I'm not there or else I'm gonna kick your ass!" Yes, indeed. He was thankful that Lal Milch was on a mission somewhere in the opposite side of Earth.

Gianini appeared on the screen of Tsuna's computer. "Boss, it seems that Varia wants to speak to you. I'm directing you to them." Before Tsuna could stop that, Xanxus with his usual majestic sitting and his loyal(?) followers appeared on the screen. He tossed his phone to Gokudera and sat in his swivel chair.

"VOIII! Vongola-brat! You dare stain the name of Vongola!" Squalo took all over the monitor with that angst-inflicting face. Bad timing, Tsuna had all the speakers at their maximum at that time. Everybody in the room felt they were electrocuted, even those who were on the other lines.

"I'm not even doing anything!" Tsuna refute, but was useless.

"Ushishisi. The Vongola boss is tired of being alone."

That's not it. Damn it.

Lussuria, next, took over the monitor. "Muah, voila! Ciao, Decimo. I'm very touched by what you've done. Yes, you gotta find love!" He almost sang. Tsuna wished his voice would somehow broke the monitor and, apparently, this communication between him and Varia. By then, Tsuna heard a gunshot, immediately earning his attention. He noticed Xanxus frown got even sharper. "What are you doing?" His grumpy voice and the glare that never left him made him shiver. And though that was just a monitor, Tsuna felt his life sapping out.

"Vongola!" Lambo ran into the room as if in danger, and accidentally tripped over the computer's cord. The computer's monitor turned black. To that, Tsuna was thankful. He doesn't have any idea what to say to Xanxus. Whatever, he'll fix that later. Tsuna turned to Lambo with a dreadened look. He was sure this teenager would asked if the ad was true.

He got all panicky."I-It's not what you think! Bianchi-nee is…!"

"Tsuu-naaa!" It was Bianchi's angry voice. Tsuna was perplexed. Why would the woman be angry with him? Thanks to his reflexes, he was able to dodge a variety of purplish, not seemingly delicious pies the woman threw. Pies that seemingly melts whatever it touches, I daresay. And even though it was his right hand man's job to protect him, Gokudera ran out of the room clutching his stomach and dropped the phones while he was at it. You know what kind of history this brother and sister has, don't you?

"You dare marry before Reborn and me! I'll never let that happen, you brat!" She barked while continuously throwing those hazardous pies at him.

"Tsuna, your mom wants to speak to you," Yamamoto announced as he entered his office, shoving his phone to him. "Your line was busy." He gave him an empathetic smile. Thanks to all the gods above for Bianchi ran out of pies. Lambo ran out the room and Bianchi chased him as if forgetting about Tsuna's case. "Romeo, you better hide good, bastard!"

Tsuna breathed deeply as he took the phone. "Hello, mom."

"Kyaa! You finally decided to get married! I didn't know you're a romantic person, Tsu-kun! I'm looking forward to meet her." What a withstanding patience I have, Tsuna praised his self. It seems people that day have a predilection of raising their voices at him. Was it a karma in Reborn's case? But no, Tsuna will never regret shouting at the arcobaleno. Give me a break, he thought.

"M-mom," he sighed. Tsuna's eyes scanned for Reborn but he was gone. "There's no 'her' yet." His attention was diverted when he heard an uproar outside his office. "Mom, I'll get to you when I have the time. Bye."

"What's going on?" He asked, finding a noisy crowd of his subordinates outside.

"Boss, we're receiving a lot of phone calls asking if the papers were authentic. Please answer them for us!" They all asked and bowed in unison.

"They've been pestering us." One carped.

"They're asking how to apply and all those requirements and qualifications," another entreated.

Then all of them began speaking at the same time, voicing out the same complains (though in other words). Tsuna held his head in frustration. He wanted to scream, cry, get lost, die, and all those damned feelings out there.

"Ignore them. Better yet, turn off your phones. No, just change your numbers. Wait, why don't we throw all these communication gadgets away." He jabbered. All of his men quieted. Seriously, he considered banning all means of communication.

"B-boss?" One dared to ask.

Tsuna smirked and glared at them menacingly, totally out his character . "Get lost." And they scampered immediately. He wanted to scream so badly; he be damned, but he want to kill someone just to let out his rage. He shook his head, sighed deeply, and gave the nearby wall a strong blow causing a part of it to crumble and left cracks on immediate resilient fraction of the wall.

"Tsuna." It was Yamamoto who stared at him with pity. Tsuna stared back and searched for Reborn's presence but he failed. The arcobaleno was gone.

"I don't need sympathy, Yamamoto," Tsuna said, as he re-entered his office and sat on his chair. Yamamoto nodded and left.

Night again. Nana had made sure the gates were locked. She was expecting any 'Underground Times' newspaper but it seems they won't deliver papers for a while. That evening, she and her husband decided to watch a movie.

As she was was feeding Iemitsu egg omelette with a fork, she asked of how Tsuna was doing.

"And why is he in a rush to find a bride, anyway?"

Iemitsu almost choked. Nana, confused, reached for the glass of water water and gave it to him. He gulped it all down and breathed a relief. He looked at her for a long time.

She blushed. "What?"

"Nana, our son is growing up."

She smiled.

Iemitsu, on the other hand, thought why he can't just tell his wife of Reborn's plans. He sighed, as he drew Nana closer letting her lean on his broad chest.