The First Job

The Vongola bloodline, especially their bosses, had a certain attribute of having an intense sense of compassion. Tsuna, being part of that lineage, did not fail to acquire that. Hyper intuition was what Reborn told him it was. And now, that hyper tuition was telling him that the lady had really no fault at all. Reborn was very good at organizing set ups, that's all what he could say.

The lady had already retired to her assigned room. Reborn, on the other hand, he found inside his office. Tsuna couldn't help but frown at his tutor. "What are you planning Reborn? How could you involve an innocent person in this? And telling her that she's a candidate for 'that' was really embarrassing."

He waited for Reborn's explanation. He knew his cursed hit man tutor wasn't a baby just to become another problem in his list. Reborn met his gaze as he tossed out a black folder on Tsuna's table. The Vongola boss sat on his chair and reluctantly held the folder which contained Deb's recent picture and all information linked to her.

"Have you heard of Asretto?"

"Yes, the comeback of Estraneo?" Tsuna remembered Mukuro. Estraneo was the family from where Mukuro originally was from. They used him. Mukuro paid them back.

"Yes. You've been reading your papers, Tsuna," Reborn praised.

A vein popped behind Tsuna's head. "What's that suppose to mean? And don't change the topic, Reborn"

Ignoring Tsuna's remark, Reborn continued. "We need to make our move. We do not know what the Asretto may be up to."

"I know. But Reborn, why was this Deborah chosen? Are these 'candidates' chosen randomly?"

"It's good for you to know her Tsuna. She's a candidate. And before I forget, she will be working under you as your personal assistant," Reborn replied, like that helped to answer Tsuna's questions.

"I already have a right-hand man, Reborn.?"

"Yes, you do have a right-hand man. Anyway, I'll leave you the responsibility of offering her the job. Remember, if you fail this time…" Reborn paused intentionally giving time for his Leon to transform into tonfas. "I'll bite you to death."

Tsuna didn't know how to react at that. Reborn didn't even answer his question. Laughing was the first option but he was sure, Reborn would kill him for being rude or something. Seriously, he never expected his sadistic tutor to copy his cloud guardian's disgustingly famous line. And if ever Hibari knew that he just called his line disgusting, he'll seriously end up being dead.

"Shall I tell Hibari then?"

"Curse that art of mind reading. Stop reading my mind, Reborn!"

Reborn just paid a smirk and took his leave. "See you around, dame-Tsuna."

Tsuna sighed. Being called a no-good was a thing of the past. Back then was different from now; however, he was still the person who stayed first at Fuuta's list of people who can't just say no. Yep, he was still kind and trusting as ever.

Either way, Tsuna was left in despair. How can he convince the woman to be his personal assistant? More than that, how can Gokudera accept that? For all he cares, Gokudera might sulk in a corner questioning his efficiency in work. Thanks to Reborn who was really making his life unbearable. If he hadn't any will, he would have killed his self right from the start. He slumped into his swivel chair and faced the window behind his mahogany table. He thought so deeply that he didn't notice someone entered his office.

"The name is Tsunayoshi Sawada. I'm sorry for the messed up. You see, my sadistic, arrogant adviser who has a shape shifting chameleon named Leon, a black fedora hat with a yellow band, has ugly sunburns, and who has no right to act cute or so, had done everything because he wanted you to be my assistant for some reason I don't even know. I almost forgot to tell you how bossy my adviser is. So yeah, would you accept the job? Yes, no. Okay? What the heck, Tsuna, you're talking to yourself. Stressed much, huh?" He sighed.

"More than anything, that sounds stupid. I'll just ask Gokudera to tell her to accept… wait, no, not Gokudera. Who knows what might happen. Ryohei-niisan might be a good option to ask help." He sighed and closed his eyes for a second but Reborn kept on raping his mind. "What a slave driver. I don't feel like I'm the boss in here."

"Oi, lady. Be my assistant!" He exclaimed in a threatening voice thinking of Xanxus' actions – eyes glaring death, coldness in tone, and that entire Varia Quality passable for being a ruthless assassin.

He laughed. "I'll pass copying Xanxus."

When he turned around to work on his papers, a certain someone caught her attention. How he wished he never talk to his self in the first place.

Tsuna smiled nervously. "How long have you been there?"

Deborah, the lady whom Reborn wanted to be his personal assistant so bad, was leaning on the closed door with an amused smile on her face. The smile on Deb's face grew wider. Tsuna smiled back stupidly. He knew the lady heard all his uncalled performance.

"That Reborn already asked me to be your personal assistant. I'm up for the job, b-boss."

"Eh?" Tsuna blinked.

"I'm your personal assistant now."

"What did Reborn do to convince you?" He asked with his mien not devoid of curiosity.

Deb just shrugged.

Three days passed, Deb didn't know how to work with Tsuna. In fact, they didn't tell her anything of her work . No job information nor description, nothing. There were no papers given to her to work on. That was alright because she never really liked paperwork but she didn't really know if she should be thankful for that, at times like that. She felt like they just did that to keep her in custody. The thought made her nervous. Maybe, they really know that she's from Asretto and they're messing with her. They didn't even let her go home.

All she did was stay in Tsuna's office doing nothing, plus he's not always around. There were a few books in his office which she read patiently for the sake of killing time. Wait, why didn't she consider escaping? But they might kill her if she did, mafia is a cruel world. Tsk, whatever. She stood up with a determination to get out of the place. She treaded her way towards the main door. She didn't spend the three days for nothing. After all, she almost walked all over the place. Thus, she knew every way there is.

As she was about to step outside, someone grabbed her hands. "Where are you going?" She turned to see a glaring Gokudera.

"Take a walk outside; get fresh air," she answered with clichéd phrases. That would do better than telling him she was getting out of the place.

"Heh, thought you were escaping." A small smile played in his lips. She was almost relieved until Gokudera stared intently at him.

"What?"

"Do you have time?"

She nodded. "There's still no work for me, I guess."

"That's because I'm enough. A personal assistant isn't really necessary." It was obvious Gokudera didn't want her there. The feeling was mutual. She didn't like being there either.

"Then tell that to your boss so that he could fire me already."

"You talk proudly for a personal assistant."

She snapped. "Sorry for that. I just don't know what the hell I'm doing here. You people told me that I'm in this job yet I'm here doing nothing. What the hell is with this set-up? If you're boss is smart enough, I – who got nothing to do in this stupid place – wouldn't be here right now!" Her voice rose, almost shouting at him.

"You got nothing to do, you said?" The smirk in his face irked her. He grabbed her hands again and pulled her as he treaded a way.

"Where are we going?"

"To my office."

She panicked. "What are we going to do there?"

He just paid her a smirk. She turned red.

"No, wait. That's not my job. Let go." She protested. She tried to get out from his grip but he was too strong for her.

"Here we are." He pushed her inside. He followed and closed the door to which he leaned on.

She cursed inside. Damn it, is this is what she got from trying to escape? She looked around the room. Was there something to use as a weapon? To her surprise, the room was almost covered with papers.

"Okay, woman. I give you your first job: clean this place."

She raised an eyebrow. "That's what I'm gonna do here?"

"What else would you do here?" He looked at her as if she was an idiot. "Either way, when I come back I want this place spotless. See ya. You should thank me. Now you have something to do." He laughed crisply, and left.

She sighed. What the hell was that? She was not his personal assistant. She was not even his maid! But he is Tsuna's right hand man so she had no choice but follow, else she doesn't know what would happen to her.

She started cleaning the place around ten in the morning and finished around four in the afternoon. Those papers were overwhelming, plus pens, clips, and staple wires were just everywhere. Who could work under such environment? She slammed her body on the sofa in front of the office table. She was tired alright. She closed her eyes to rest for a while. It was then that the door opened revealing Gokudera. He looked as tired as she is.

He scanned the place with his eyes. "Good job." He commented wearily. "Now, get me some water."

Deb frowned. The word personal assistant had just demoted to maid.