WELCOME! To the REVAMPED version of Gust of Wind!

Sorry for keeping you guys hanging. My motivation is back! I have a lot of research to do to make everything work. Anyways, to the people who have read the original first chapter, the story began after the Kokuyo Land Arc. For this version, I decided to start with the Daily Life Arc to make way for more interactions and relationship-building to strengthen the story.

I hope you guys don't mind! And sorry for the grammatical mistakes since English isn't my first language. Grammarly is saving my ass.

Anyways, without further ado, let's begin the upgraded version of Yukihiro Sora's story.

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T/W: Depictions of self-harm and violence.

It's a dream.

He's dreaming.

…

—and it's always the same one. Every night throughout his life, it's always the same dream.

The fourteen-year-old finds himself standing in the middle of a ballroom. A glance through the windows, the moon is shining in all its glory. Everything was bright and full of life. Yellow lights illuminated the room with a grand chandelier hanging above him. It is covered in diamonds sparkling so brightly. It isn't the only diamond present; It is everywhere. There are diamonds on the walls being used as decorations, and on the crowd of people happily dancing and conversing with one another. They wear dazzling smiles while holding a glass of champagne—even the cocktail glasses have a diamond!

It was so grand. The scenery in front of him is something you would typically see in movies that feature rich people bathing in money and jewelry. He would feel out of place but looking down on himself to check his appearance, he somehow donned an expensive blue suit paired with a black tie, an expensive-looking watch on his wrist, and his neck decorated with a small chain holding a sapphire. His shoulder-length chestnut hair was held back into a low ponytail with a few loose strands around the frame of his face.

Busy checking his appearance, he didn't notice an old lady gently holding his hand and pulling him in to join the guests dancing to a waltz. It caught him off guard but he quickly regained his composure and happily indulged his dance partner (although he's significantly shorter). They both burst into giggles, amused by the height difference and the clumsy dancing from the young boy. They dance until the end of the music. At least, that's how it would usually go.

A scream.

Gunshots.

Glass windows shattering.

Bullets flew across the ballroom, aiming for the lights to darken everyone's visions. The boy is pulled into a tight hug to shield him. The old woman whispered into his ear: "Close your eyes." He obeyed as his arms tightened around her waist. Suddenly, the scenery changed. He was no longer hugging the old lady. Frightened deep blue eyes stared at her body lying in a pool of blood. She isn't the only one too.

He looked around and he had to stop the food in his stomach from escaping. The once lively crowd was quiet. Their corpses littered the ballroom floor and their blood stained his entire being. He couldn't move. His mind is yelling at him to run away from the mansion. His mouth moved to shout for help but was met with silence. He has no voice. No matter how many times he tries to scream, nothing. Overwhelmed, his legs lose their strength and he drops to the floor.

Desperate, he wrapped his fingers around his throat and began squeezing and scratching. Tears run down his face and he cries out…still nothing.

Please please pleasepleaseplease-

The world around him froze for a while and he found himself in a completely different place. The ballroom decorated with corpses is gone. He's now kneeling in the middle of a white room. It's silent. He tried to speak once more but was still greeted with nothing. It was too quiet. It's driving him insane. He tightened his hands around his neck to somehow force a single sound. Just anything to calm himself. The deafening silence is killing him.

God, please let him speak.

Let him make a sound.

Release him from this hell.

"!"

The boy's vision blurs and breathes shallowly as he squeezes his throat. Deep blue eyes widened and his mouth opened to release a silent scream from the bone-crushing headache. He wants to laugh. He is going to lose it. Hands made their way to his hair, pulling it as hard as he could to somehow cope with the hundreds of knives stabbing his head at once. Whoever is up there, please just end him. Have mercy on him. Please….

Let him die.

A knife appears in front of him. A twisted smile made its way to his face. He shakily reaches out for the sharp weapon. Holding it with both hands, he pointed the blunt end toward his stomach. With shaky breaths, he raises the knife and—

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Thwack!

The sleepy teen groaned as he slammed his hand on the alarm clock on his bedside table. A few minutes passed before he rolled off the bed, back hitting the floor as he sleepily stared at the ceiling. He wants to sleep in but his boss will kick his ass if he slacks off now. A little too late to ruin his punctual reputation. He slowly got up and walked to the bathroom for personal hygiene. Brushing his teeth, washing his face, and making sure his eyes don't look puffy. The dream was nothing out of the ordinary. He got used to it at some point. Unfortunately, there are days when he wakes up with tears and snot. Not very presentable and very unattractive.

Breakfast consists of white coffee and an egg sandwich. He had drank black coffee before and he saw the heavens. Yes, he is very dramatic about it. You can blame his love for sweets. He needed to dump a couple of spoonfuls of sugar in his not-so-bitter coffee to satisfy his sweet tooth.

Quickly washing the dishes, he returned to his bedroom to prepare for school. It's a bit weird, honestly. He was used to having private tutors and switching to a public setting is difficult to adjust to. He has been attending Namimori Middle School for a couple of months now. Switching residences from Italy to Japan gave him a whiplash. Well, it is a temporary residence for a mission. But since they don't know when this mission will end, he brought his entire house across the seas. Thank god for private organization planes. It made his move easier and he got his well-deserved rest. Minus the jet lag though, It was not fun.

The teen is currently living in your standard two-story house in Japan. It blends in with the rest of the neighborhood and that is the point. He needs to act like your usual good civilian. He grabbed his school bag and walked downstairs to put on his shoes. Mumbling farewell to the empty house, he locks the door and leaves. Walking through the streets of Namimori in the morning is a refreshing experience. It's peaceful, just how he likes it. Listening to the rooster's call to welcome the sunrise, the birds chirping from their nests, and the faint noises of the people preparing for the day.

A few minutes later, he stopped in front of Namimori Middle School. He likes being early (even though he complained about waking up minutes ago) since it gives him a short moment of peace before the classroom buzzes with greetings as more students arrive. He went to his classroom and relaxed on his chair while stretching his arms, trying to shake off the sleepiness. Thankfully, he's sitting near the windows in the middle row. He can freely stare at what is happening outside when classes are boring.

Academics-wise, he is in the average category. He can try to go for the honor list but it takes too much effort. That and the responsibilities and expectations that come with it. He already has a lot on his plate. His guardians back in Italy have already taught him the basics so he is simply going with the flow. The bell rings to signal the start of today's classes and everyone returns to their seats. The teacher walks in, greets us, and begins checking the attendance.

"Yukihiro Sora!"

"Present."

That's right. For this mission, he will go by the name Yukihiro Sora. A transfer student from Italy who came to Japan for his "father's" business. Surprisingly, no one questioned the Japanese name despite being fully Italian. He guesses they just went with it and doesn't want to pry into his private life.

Thirty minutes has passed when the classroom door slammed open. He moved his gaze to the door and there stood an exhausted Sawada Tsunayoshi. Snickers and giggles filled the room as they all stared at the usually late student. The poor boy gave a nervous laugh and sluggishly made his way to his seat after being scolded by the teacher.

"As expected of Dame-Tsuna."

"I pity his parents."

"What a dumbass."

Sora's eyes linger on Tsuna's back before returning his attention to class. The poor boy gets bullied every day and it pains him to be unable to step in. After all, he was ordered not to interfere with his life. He was only allowed to watch from the sidelines. For the past two months, he somewhat befriended the boy and made it clear that he has no ill intentions towards him. They're not exactly friends but more like acquaintances.

As much as he wants to break that order, he knows better than to try to blow his cover. What is his mission? Someone might wonder.

"Fly to Namimori, Japan and watch over Vongola Decimo. Record his progress and send a detailed report to the headquarters."

"You must act as a bystander."

"You are only allowed to interact and take action when he arrives."

As he recounts the orders given to him, his fingers twitch in anticipation. A few days ago, he was notified of the arrival of a certain Arcobaleno. He hides a smile and steals a brief look at Tsuna. Sora thought to himself, he is going to give Iemitsu a headache as a passive-aggressive message for forcing him to watch the poor boy suffer and do nothing.

Once they give him the green signal to do whatever he wants, he will send a gift to someone as his way of atoning as a bystander (against his own will). The bell rang again to signal the end of the class period. Sora cleared his desk and noticed Tsuna drop his eraser. He left his seat to pick it up and tapped his shoulder.

"Y-Yes, Yukihiro-san?"

"You dropped this." Sora returned the eraser and Tsuna gave him a grateful look.

"Thank you."

Sora gave him a small smile and nodded before returning to his seat. Tsuna stared at the eraser sitting on his palm and thought to himself, there was no need for the other boy to personally give it to him. He could have simply called his name to catch his attention but he didn't. Maybe Sora wanted an excuse to talk to Tsuna but he shook those thoughts away. There is no way someone wants to befriend him. He's on good terms with the transfer student but not to the point they'd consider each other friends. As if someone wants to reach out and make it happen but he's too scared of being rejected so he never did.

Someday. Maybe. Hopefully.

—

A few hours had passed, and the school bell rang to signal the end of the day. Some students stayed to clean the classroom while others went to their club meetings or went straight home. Sora wasn't interested in joining clubs so he usually goes home after school and works on his daily report. He walked through the hallways to exit the school until he heard familiar voices, specifically the high-pitched shriek he knew all too well. He detoured to go behind the school building and saw the uglies ganging up on Tsuna.

"Dame-Tsuna, we didn't meet during lunchtime. It's only fair that you compensate with your money, yeah? You kept us waiting." Ugly one said.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" The poor kid tries to say something to defend himself but fails.

The uglies howled in laughter and kicked him in the stomach, causing Tsuna to stumble and his back hit the wall. Seriously, Sora knows that these kids are attention-seekers that lack affection in their life but come on. The fact that this has happened to the poor boy for years and yet no action is taken pisses him off. Well, he isn't any better. Obeying his boss' orders like a "good employee" should but maybe it's about time he takes after his seniors. He has a reputation that can back him up so being reckless should be fine once in a while, right?

Before Tsuna accumulates more injuries, Sora made his presence known with a flash from the back of his phone. Yes, he knows Hibari will go after his ass if he finds out he brought a phone to school but photo evidence is always better, no?

"What the fuck is that?!"

"Hey, uglies." Sora calls out with a calm tone. The intrusive thoughts won this time.

"You- You're that quiet kid. What the fuck did you call us?!" Good, they turned their attention to him. Listless eyes met frightened ones then, Tsuna booked it. Smart kid. People usually keep their guard low around Sora since he acts uninterested in everything and stays in his little corner. It's not exactly an act. It's more on 'I like my personal space, please do not. Thank you.'

—and acting like your typical quiet kid who minds their own business does wonders. With that in mind, these no-good bullies are surprised to see the most unexpected person step in. Sora flipped his phone around to show a photo he took with them bullying Tsuna.

"Ha! Are you blackmailing us? The teachers aren't going to do shit!" Ugly two said and they all let out an ugly laugh. Did he mention they were ugly?

"They won't. But he will." The short boy says with a small smile.

"Who the fuck-"

"Why are you herbivores crowding? School for the day has already ended."

"You fucker! You called him didn't you-" When they returned their attention to Sora, he was already gone.

"You herbivores must have a death wish. For crowding and for using foul language, I will bite you to death."

Needless to say, they won't see those uglies for a while.

—

At the CEDEF HQ in Italy

"Master! I'm back." Basil made his presence known, and a voice of acknowledgment from the other side of the door signaled him to enter Iemitsu's office. He was about to begin his report when he noticed his master's dark expression.

"M-Master! Is thee okay?!"

Iemitsu stayed quiet as he looked over the report sent to him for the hundredth time. The old man wants to believe that it's simply a rebellious phase but he won't deny the glaring signs of possible aggression despite their squeaky-clean record. He motioned Basil to come closer and the boy did. The CEDEF boss showed him the laptop screen and the younger boy's face paled.

"S-Sage-dono…" There on the laptop screen is the daily report from one of CEDEF's high-profile members, Sage.

Sage's Daily Report.

Nothing is out of the ordinary. No enemies or possible threats were detected. Sawada Tsunayoshi's bullying dilemma continues. I would like to apologize for breaking an order but I could no longer stand by and witness such cruelty. I have been notified of the Sun Arcobaleno's arrival a few days ago. I am looking forward to meeting the World's Greatest Hitman.

I made brief contact with a possible Vongola Cloud candidate. I will keep a close eye on the prefect and report my findings.

PS. I accidentally damaged a part of Namimori Middle School's wall. Please make some arrangements to have it fixed.

At the end of the email are a signature and a red mark of a leaf. After reading the report, Basil can't help but shiver at the thought of their usually tame Sage threatening his boss. It may look like nothing is out of the ordinary but the informant barely expresses their desires and would quietly accept missions with no second thoughts.

I am looking forward to meeting the World's Greatest Hitman.

It's a reminder that he would no longer abide by CEDEF's orders for the years to come unless needed. But why is his freedom considered a threat? Their Sage is also known as The Eye. A fearful informant who holds a humongous amount of intel. He was rumored to have eyes and ears everywhere and seemed to be present in every single incident despite being infamous for the lack of said presence. His identity is only known to those trusted by the CEDEF and his room can only be accessed by him.

If the CEDEF were to break their deal of giving Sage some sort of freedom during his fifth year, he could easily leak information to the enemy families and watch as the entire Vongola burns into ashes. Sage's reasons for making such a request and threat are unknown. Although he has been working under them for five years, he barely showed a hint of loyalty which is why they're always careful around him. A 14-year-old holding this much power over one of the biggest families is ridiculous but not unheard of in the world of mafiosos.

"Sage… I can't believe he broke something." Iemitsu sighs.

As a high-profile informant, it's a number one priority to leave not even a speck of dust to prove your presence at the scene. For someone like The Eye to purposely leave a glaring piece of evidence that he was ever there is a sign of rebellion and anger. One could argue that since his identity is unknown, it should be fine but you can never be too careful.

The main reason why Sage was ordered to avoid interactions with Vongola Decimo was to avoid suspicions from enemies. A "normal" Italian transfer student suddenly acting friendly and protecting the future Vongola boss would alert others. Especially before the arrival of his tutor.

This sent a headache to not only Iemitsu but also to the others who knew of him. The quiet boy has always been capable of making a ruckus but to the extent of threatening the family that took you in? Maybe sending him out on this mission was a bad idea.

But they had no choice.

No.

It was more like…

He is the only choice.

—

Back in Japan, Tsuna made a lame excuse to his mom about his dirty uniform with a sneakers footprint at the abdominal part. He took a quick shower and changed into clean clothes. Homework is the last thing on his mind right now after today's events.

He should thank Sora tomorrow, Tsuna thought to himself. The Italian stepping in to help him was not on his list of daily life happenings. He would be lying if he said that he didn't mind the bullying. It has gone to the point of daily occurrence. An expected result from his "No-Good" self, they said.

People already avoided him like a plague except for a few like Sasagawa Kyoko and Yamamoto Takeshi. Both are popular students and for a good reason. They were kind and didn't care for his rock-bottom reputation. He's been isolated from the rest for so long that a simple act of kindness would shock him to the core.

It explains this unexpected warmth that someone cared enough to personally step in to help him. But it's the bare minimum. Someone should've helped him long ago. He should be cursing the world for making him suffer so much for being born the ultimate punching bag. He should've fought back.

But he couldn't bring himself to do so and that's his weakness. He just can't and he doesn't know why he's holding back. Maybe it's because he's too scared and doing something will worsen their treatment of him. He doesn't have anyone to rely on. These opposing thoughts are always battling each other inside his head and it always ends with him wallowing in self-pity and sleep.

God, he is pathetic it's not even funny.

Tsuna slammed his face on his pillow and forced himself to take a nap. It's okay. A few hours of rest is all he needs. He can be ignorant of his circumstances just for a moment.

This time, his dream is a bit weird. Tsuna is surrounded by six flames. Red, Blue, Yellow, Purple, Green, and Indigo. It circles him and for some reason, he feels safe. It's warm, he thought. He laughed as he fooled around with each flame.

Red stays on his right side while Blue stays on the other. Yellow is shining brightly and circling him excitedly. The Green above his shoulder sends playful sparks to his hair. Purple and Indigo have some distance between them. Maybe he's imagining it but they seem aggressive with each other…?

Tsuna noticed that there was another Indigo flame floating above his head and that made him smile. It's warm. An unexplained happiness bubbles up in his chest. Different colored flames with varying personalities. It's funny since it wouldn't make sense in the real world.

That's when he felt something. It was another presence but from where? A second later, the seven flames disappeared and he was all alone. That's what he thought until he looked down at his palm. A small almost transparent white flame floats above his open hands.

It was dim and flickers weakly compared to the other flames. He doesn't know why but he pitied the mysterious flame. How strange. It wasn't like this for the others. It looked so weak. It reminded him of himself.

"Hey… it's going to be okay." Tsuna said with a gentle voice. He doesn't know if he's saying it to himself or the flame. Maybe a bit of both.

The white flame moves closer to Tsuna and stops in front of his face. He doesn't know why but it felt like the flame was staring right at his soul. Observing and calculating.

"-!"

In a blink of an eye, the white flame disappeared. That made him panic. Why did it cause such fear and grief within him? He looked around and couldn't find it anywhere. The seven flames from earlier reappeared and they were all scattered as if looking for the white flame with him.

A minute passed and the white flame reappeared in front of him. It looked a bit brighter and its flicks were stronger. The other seven flames surrounded it and Tsuna can feel the heat radiating from each one.

He realized that it looked like they were scolding the poor white flame and that made him laugh. Cute. It was dumb, honestly. How could flames seem so cute? Maybe he officially lost it.

The eight flames turned their attention to him and circled him. That warmth from earlier returned, and he was happy. Safe and loved. How he wished he could stay and bask in joy. He didn't even notice the orange flames covering his entire body, too busy indulging himself.

As Tsuna happily takes his nap, an infant clad in a black suit and fedora arrives in Japan. A green lizard sits comfortably on the hat and a yellow pacifier is surrounded by a barrier hanging below the baby's neck. He's here.

The World's Greatest Hitman has arrived.

—

The next morning, Sora woke up with a groan and touched his cheek. Great. Cried again from the same dream and his head hurts. The worst part is he gets a migraine almost every two weeks. He even had it checked with CEDEF's family doctor but was told that nothing is out of the ordinary. His head hates him he guesses. It goes away pretty quickly this time, thankfully.

A quick look at the clock and date made him grin. Finally. He's a free man. Well, not really but he'll take it. At least this time they won't expect him to pick up jobs anytime soon. A deal is a deal. He went on with his usual morning routine and left the house. This time, he's going later than usual. After hearing so much about Reborn's spartan training from Dino Cavallone, he's expecting a not-so-gentle wake-up call for Tsuna.

"REBORN! CONFESS TO SASAGAWA KYOKO EVEN IF IT KILLS ME!"

There it is.

Sora catches a glimpse of a half-naked Tsuna before he zooms toward the school to find Kyoko. Reborn noticed his presence and the infant hopped on his head.

"Ciaossu!"

"It's been a while." Sora greeted.

"You seem to be doing well, Sage." Reborn says and the boy hummed in response.

With Tsuna's belongings in hand, they made their way to the gates of Namimori Middle School just in time to witness his confession to Kyoko. Unsurprisingly, the girl ran away in both shock and embarrassment. Doesn't help that the poor boy is literally in his boxers. Sora noticed the time and took it as a cue to go to class. Reborn hopped down from his head and the informant gave him Tsuna's clothes and bag. He bowed at the hitman as a silent farewell and made his way to class.

The moment he slid the classroom door open, everyone is talking about Tsuna's performance in front of the school gate. He silently went to his seat and sighed. It was going to be another disastrous day for the boy. He listened closely to the chit chat and Mochida is planning to challenge Tsuna to a duel for making Kyoko cry. Sora can feel his headache coming back.

When the talk of the town entered the classroom, he was met with teasing and the news of Mochida challenging him. His face has panic and fear written all over it. He's going to try running away, isn't he? Sora thought to himself.

The class passed by quickly and lunch break arrived. A lot of students made their way to the gym, a little too excited to hopefully see Mochida beat the shit out of Tsuna. Everyone expected him to be a no-show but he arrived just in time, even Hibari is here. Mochida began his speech by not forgiving Tsuna for his earlier stunt and the shorter boy is unable to verbally defend himself.

"The prize is, of course—Sasagawa Kyoko!" How come no one punched him with this one?

The duel begins with Tsuna running away from Mochida while he clumsily holds the shinai (kendo bamboo sword) in his arms. The other students laughed as they watch them play a game of tag. Mochida caught up to him and swung the end of the sword to hit Tsuna's leg to trip him. The boy fell on his butt and he looked up to see the older boy raise the shinai above his head, ready to swing down.

"You're mine." Mochida says with a cheeky smirk.

"Sawada-kun! Don't give up!" Kyoko's encouragement caught everyone off guard, especially Tsuna. Reborn, who has been watching from the second floor, pointed his sniper toward the young boy and aimed at his head.

"Fight like your life depends on it."

The hitman pulls the trigger and the Dying Will Bullet flies across the room and lands on Tsuna's forehead. He enters Dying Will Mode and pins Mochida down to the floor and sat on his stomach. He grabbed a fistful of his hair and ripped it out. That continued until Mochida went bald. Everyone in the gym went wild and cheered for Tsuna.

Kyoko and Tsuna have a nice conversation afterward with a certain someone standing in front of the open doors who saw everything, saying something under their breath. Sora has been watching from the second floor with a red notebook in hand. The pen movement stops and his thumb presses the top to hide the ink tip. He shut the notebook close and left the gym quietly.

The moment he got home, he went straight to his basement and sat in front of the computer. His fingers glide across the keyboard as he types his daily report. This was no ordinary basement. It's locked up with a fingerprint, eye scan, and password input. Isn't it too much? One would ask. Can't be too careful when the dark room is filled with information that could destroy several famiglias from the inside.

The room is filled with hundreds of bullet and flameproof metal storage chests and a computer setup in the middle. Each chest has a fingerprint and keypad lock. It's decorated with an eye insignia in the middle to symbolize that he owns it. Inside the casings are several plain red notebooks with no labels. A single one can hold an entire family's information regarding its members with their ages, weapons, combat style, list of crimes, etc. Some notebooks have very detailed reports regarding certain incidents. It could range from attempted murders to elaborate plans made by certain people or groups that are yet to be executed.

Sora sends his daily report and leans back on the chair. He stares at the glass sculpture sitting on his desk. It's a white lily with two butterflies standing on the petals. A simple and common glass piece but this one is special. It was the first thing he bought for himself when he got his salary. A nice touch within the darkness of the room. He stretched his arms and shuts down the pc.

He made sure everything is in order and locked up before passing out on the bed. A tiring yet exciting day. After all, this is just the beginning.

Sage's Daily Report

The Sun Arcobaleno Reborn has arrived in Japan and begun training Vongola Decimo. Sawada Tsunayoshi successfully entered Dying Will Mode and defeated a troublesome fellow. His progress will be reported by the hitman or me.

As we have previously discussed, I will be free from further duties unless I want to partake in them. With an understanding of our individual goals, I expect zero complaints or interference with my plans. I will remain a Vongola ally for the time being.

Any further discussions about future changes or requests shall be arranged immediately. Time is money, after all. Rest easy, I shall hold up my end of the deal by paying close attention to Decimo and his future guardians and assisting them when needed.

I'm looking forward to the growth and strength of Vongola Decimo's Family.

—

The way I had a two-week break from writing this because writer's block is insane.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I want to take my time in writing each one so I hope you guys won't mind a monthly update. It can turn into one chapter every two months but it depends if I'm able to write.

So happy to begin this journey with everyone and I hope you look forward to how the story unfolds!

Until then, bye~