I don't know where this is going anymore. Tsuna is kinda bad here. And it's a bit boring, but I'll try harder next chapter. After I get some sleep.

Chapter Three: SPICE

Between his seven guardians, Chrome and Mukuro really were the best at getting information. Hibari was the strongest, and was great at interrogation, but even he couldn't break the truly loyal ones, much like the young redhead spy they caught in the bus. As they were getting close to the airport, Tsuna decided to give the stage to Chrome instead of letting Hibari use his less than pleasant interrogation method.

Chrome, being an illusionist that controls the mind, naturally had the power to sift through memories. This was why she was so efficient, much like Mukuro. However, unlike Mukuro, she did have enough of a conscience to at least be partly bothered at the prospect of diving into someone else's life. Tsuna hated asking this of her, but he really didn't think the boy—and yes he was just a boy, a couple of years younger than them which pissed Tsuna to no end—was all that bad. He didn't want him to suffer so much if he didn't have to. But he did have to give him a lesson.

"Kufufu, as soft as always, Sawada Tsunayoshi," the unmistakable voice of Rokudo Mukuro droned out, surprising everyone except Tsuna. Hibari's eyes glinted.

Tsuna had known that Mukuro was with them the moment he came. He still felt his arms tingling with the creepy sensation of his otherworldly aura. His other Guardians, on the other hand, weren't as susceptible to the illusionist's presence as he was, so he really didn't blame Gokudera for falling over. Hibari bristled, itching to fight, but in the last few years he had learned somewhat that there was a proper decorum followed in everything—even fighting.

The two of them were still his most troublesome Guardians, but they were also the strongest, so Tsuna always had a hard time making them stop fighting. He had practice, and he knew he could forcibly stop them if he had to with an X-burner or two, but he really would rather not destroy anymore as the paperwork only ever went to him.

Before Mukuro and Hibari could start another bloodbath, he stepped in to remind them of their urgent business—a redhead spy who was now glaring daggers at them.

"Oya, oya," Mukuro said in that sing-song-y tone of his. "What do we have here?"

Chrome was the one who answered, as Gokudera was trying to start a fight and yelling while Yamamoto was holding him back with a creepy smile and Ryohei was doing the same to Hibari, only with less smile and more "Kokyugen!"

"He's a spy, Mukuro-sama. Trying to get information about us"—Tsuna couldn't help but smile at that, 'us'—"and to kill Boss if he got the chance. Also, apparently, he was to kidnap Fuuta once we land in Italia."

Gokudera, who Yamamoto now had in a headlock, scoffed, "As if."

"Maa, maa."

"THAT'S SO NOT EXTREME! WHY WOULD THEY WANT TO KILL SAWADA?" Ryohei, who was sporting a bruised lip courtesy of Hibari's tonfa, exclaimed, making the annoyed skylark elbow him with the steel sticks straight through the ribs. Tsuna was sure he heard a crack, but dismissed it with a wince. He was the healer, he could heal himself.

"So, whose Famiglia was he from?" Tsuna asked, not looking at the boy in question who was now gagged and struggling against it. Mukuro wouldn't go overboard, would he? He wondered, knowing perfectly just how sadistic his half-Mist Guardian could be.

"Brancaccio. It's a small Famiglia from Palermo. Vongola wiped them out back in 1993, but it seemed a few survived and kept up with the business. They aren't very strong," at this, the amateur spy struggled more strongly as if to protest.

"Ummf!"

Tsuna considered this. "Why were they wiped out?"

He hated to think of it, but as the most ancient and strongest Famiglia in Europe, Vongola had had a lot of enemies. Most of them tried to retaliate one way or another, like Shimon, but none of them could ever really match up to the might of the clam. They had Dying Will Flames and Hyper Intuition by their side, after all, plus the enormous power of one-third of the Tri-Ni-Sette. However, there was no question that they were threats and had enough resolution to die for their 'revenge', so as much as he hated taking them out, he most often than not had to.

He couldn't settle every misunderstanding the way they settled the Shimon fiasco, after all. It doesn't work that way.

Chrome took one look at his face and gave him an understanding look before shrugging like 'Nothing we can do about it'. "They were found to be giving inside tips to the police, and helped in the murder of Enrico."

Tsuna's shoulder sagged. Enrico was Nono's eldest son, his supposed heir. He was the first of three brothers to be killed off, which forced Nono to recognize him as his heir. Tsuna still wondered about that sometimes. Like, if they didn't die… But there really was no sense dwelling in it.

"Kufufu," came Mukuro's creepy laugh. "So what do we do about the little bird, Tsunayoshi?"

"I'll bite him to death."

"LET ME BOX WITH HIM TO THE EXTREME!"

Tsuna sweat dropped at Ryohei's declaration. Why even—

Hah. Whatever. He stepped forward, and suddenly he was flanked by Gokudera and Yamamoto. He just sighed. He wanted to tell them that the threat was bound and gagged and held by Mukuro but he was pretty sure they wouldn't hear him. They were way too overprotective for their own good, but after all they've been through he really couldn't blame them.

So he approached the spy who was still glaring at him. Didn't his eyes hurt with that? He'd been glaring for a long time.

He gestured for Mukuro to remove the gag. In a second it was gone from the boy's face and then he was screaming profanities at him that made Tsuna want to soap his mouth. Gokudera blanched at the outrage, while Yamamoto chuckled, saying "He reminds me of Squalo, for some reason."

Tsuna paid them no mind and asked the first question. "What's your name?"

The boy gave him a dirty look. Tsuna looked at Chrome. "Diego Franchetti, disguised as Nakamura Kai."

Tsuna turned to the boy who was now glaring at Chrome. "Why are you here?"

The boy spat, "None of your fucking business, carogna. "

Tsuna smiled wryly. "I wish it wasn't, but it's my business when someone is threatening my Family. You've been observing us for a week, don't think we're so stupid so as not to notice such blatant show of killing intent. Even a baby could recognize you as a spy. I let this go because you're so obviously an amateur it's hilarious, but unfortunately my Spartan home tutor wouldn't let me get off this bus alive if I didn't interrogate you after that blunder."

If Reborn thought for a second that he didn't notice the spy earlier, he would've tripled Tsuna's training and then Tsuna would die.

Tsuna didn't want to die.

"He and his boss believed we were easy targets boss," Chrome said, before laughing. Hard. "Baka!"

Tsuna sighed again and closed his eyes firmly before glaring coldly at the boy who shivered in fear of the sudden flow of power in the room. "Now, listen," Tsuna started, letting his will through his voice. His eyes bled orange. "I hate killing. I hate hurting people. But I will if someone threatened my family. Your family seemed to believe that we are young, weak fools playing RPG in suits, but I assure you, every one of us is capable of annihilating your whole family with arms tied back and eyes blindfolded. So knock off your horse, boy, you're too weak."

He turned to Chrome. "Send him back to his Family and give a message to every Family out there: If they send another child to assassinate, or even just spy on me, I will no longer be this merciful."

When they got back to their seats in the bus, everyone else had gone off to board the plane. Tsuna ruffled his hair in frustration just as Hibari went past him with a smirk and Mukuro vanished in a blend of shadows.

Damn Mafia.

Their recruits get younger and younger each year.