"Vongola." - Italian

"Vongola." - Japanese

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Chapter 3: Undeniable Ideals

Things are NOT going his way!

Okay, what the hell was wrong with him? Firstly, he injured one of Primo's guardians. Second, he demolished their backyard and garden—which they probably worked so hard on, especially Asari. Thirdly, the most worst of all is incapacitating not one but all the guardians including the founder himself! He shouldn't bare the honor of wearing the Vongola ring considering his actions.

Heaving a deep sigh, he rubbed his throbbing temples. Just what did he do to deserve this? Is it because he abandoned his paperwork and almost accidentally burning them in th process. "So much paper work!" He whined, leaning his head back against the wall. Betting all his guardians caused a havoc in the mansion. His thoughts then shifted back to the previous day.

~Flashback~

He watched the fallen men fall into unconscious and fall limp. Tsuna loosened his tense muscles and dropped his 'boss facade'. The reason he acted so cold and snobby during their first encounter was because he did want the Primo to consider him as a weak, nonconfident successor.

Stretching, his face broke out into a sorrowful smile. "Ah, I hope I didn't over do it. It could lead to a misunderstanding in the end." The brunette strolled over to the bodies and leaned Giotto against his side, supporting him with half his strength.

An artistic wooden door came into view; a bluish white colored wall painted from one end to another. Elegant, Greek-like stone pillars supported the balcony along with stone railings. Also aligned with sleek, shiny wooden flooring. Just a perfect scenery for a backdoor—well, in Tsuna's opinion anyway.

With a soundless creak, the door crept open. He cautious peeked around the frames making sure no one will catch him with their injured boss. The hallways echoed with pure silence, sending shivers up Tsuna's spine. 'Hiee! Reminds me of those horror movies!' He screeched inwardly, his hands absentmindedly gripping Giotto's body tighter.

A whimper of pain from the blonde alerted the young adult; his worries overflowing. The previous depression thoughts rushed back once again, but Tsuna ignored them and continued his way through the familiar corridors. "Would be a bother if I didn't know which way was which." He silently chuckled to himself, turning left of the fifth hallway.

An all-too-familiar white wooden door appeared. In his case, it would be considered " for Reborn's personal amusement". Unconsciously flinching, he placed his ancestor onto the plush soft bed. Then strode out the room searching for the household maids or butlers.

~End Flashback~

Of course that's how it all ended. But unfortunately, the servants bombarded him with infinite questions about if he were the Primo's younger brother and whatnot. Tsuna reculently agreed, his Dame side animely crying inwardly. Within an hour or so, the First Generation were patched up and disinfected.

The maids kindly reserved a luxurious, elegant bed chamber for him which he disagreed. But with the constant pleads and begging, he agreed forcibly. All his necessities were prepared for the night.

A quick bath was done then he settled into bed. Conflicts inflicted in his mind before drifting off.

It was a cool, fresh morning of the early dawn. The ball of heap that lay beneath shifted then emitting a soft grunt. A figure arised from the heap, his back slouched in an odd angle and the spikes of his hair flattened down to the root of his scalp. A very shriveled morning.

Tsuna rubbed at his eyes groggily. He leaned further more over and peeked beyond the drapes of red velvet fabric. The brunette treated off his substance of warmth; cringing at the ice cold air and wobbled over to the source of toiletries. Shutting the door with the heel of his foot, he loomed over the sink.

Stripping free of his clothing, he muttered, "Ah, l'abitudine di svegliarsi così presto!" Ah, the sense of drowsiness loosen his tongue of native language. That's right, a certain hitman is responsible, not that he would have the heart to blame him. "Baka Reborn.." He mumbled, concealing himself behind the curtain. The splash of water announced the beginning of his daily routine.

"A custom, ne," The mafia boss observed the suit before him; a simple, black suit. He laughed lightly, inserting his arms into the sleeves then straightening the wrinkles. His appearence in the mirror recalled: "MAFIA BOSS!" in huge letters which also included the golden trimmed cape.

Pressing his palm against the cold surface of the glass, he sighed then strode out the door. His soundless steps led him to the southern side of mansion toward the infirmary. The spacious room clung onto a cleansiness scent causing the brunette to recoil slightly. Wiggling his nose, he pried his senses onto the coma-like state generation that lay upon the medical beds.

His sight glued to a particular mafia boss as he slowly walked to his bedside. He took a seat into the not-so-comfortable chair, and gazed at the sleeping figure with guiltly orbs. Forcing his eyes away, he glanced at each individual in the similar condition. 'Face the true.' His mind whispered into his ear. Tsuna arose from his position then walked out, closing the door with silent creak.

The brunette strided down the halls with grace, greeting the maids and butlers politely. Magnificence, wooden doors stand tall between the intersection of the main hall, highly interesting his peak (considering the layout is constant through four centuries). He pushed the barricading piece of wood and an elegent view of the dining room appeared.

A maid, whom had recently entered, stared at Tsuna in surprise. Stuttering softly, she said, "A-ah, Y-young Master-"

"Tsuna. No honorifics; Tsuna would do fine." He raised his hand lightly, bowing slightly to flustered woman. Flashing a warm smile, he stated, "Pleased to meet you," Ceasing his speeched to glance to the name tag stitched to her uniform. "Liliana."

Snapping herself out of her trance, she blushed lightly before returning the bow, smiling brightly. "What would like, Tsuna-san?"

Briefly gathering his thoughts, he said with shrug, "The usual breakfast served." Liliana nodded, walking beyond the golden trimmed, pure white doors.

Tsuna took a seat in the center of the table; he wouldn't want to replace the seats of the foudning generation. He suddenly bobbled his head left to right in a rhythmic pattern as if mesmorizing a melody. All the while the maid pushed open the doors and placed a tray of hot, fresh eggs, crisp brown pancakes, a duo of bacon, and a small portion of fried, soft potatoes.

The intoxicating aroma of breakfast broke Tsuna out of his humming session—which the maid silently giggled to. The batch of food in front of him made his mouth water and his stomach groan in protest. Grabbing a piece of silverware, he savored the taste; devouring it like a king would. With the very last crumb eaten, he placed the eating utensil down.

Tsuna leaned back against the chair, a content sigh leaving his lips. The clearing of a thoart startled him, his sights staring at his newfound maid friend who stood by his side. He flushed in embarrassment. "Were you standing there the whole time?" He asked, his face reddening.

Liliana rubbed her head sheepishly, flushing a pink hue. "Um, yes." She announced meekly, feeling like she did something of big charge. "Sorry, Tsuna-san."

Tsuna tossed her an reassuring smile, arising from his comfortable position. He merely waved a dismissive hand before slowly making his way toward the exit of the room. He flashed her another smile as he walkled out, his words echoed off the walls filled with politeness aa the door shut.

"Thank you very much, Liliana, for the heartwarming, delicious breakfast. I give you my graditude."

The brunette roamed the halls in fasination, absorbing every last detail on the various walls of the large corridor. Four centuries into the past and not a single detail had been differed from; well, expect the repainted walls and floorings which reflected with a shimmering gleam, and the arrangement of furniture. The household itself seemed merelynas clean as it could possibly be aside from his decor, which had gotten more and more duller than when they had inherited the building. He chuckled lightly at that though. Now he planned on keeping the mansion spotless than before considering this era outshined them with a one-sided glance.

His hands caressed the polished wall, rubbing his thumb over the smooth, flat surface. His sight settled on the painting a few feet across his position. Wetness brinked behind his lids causing a burning sensation as a warm tear escaped. Wiping away lone tear, he slowly made his way until he stood fully in front of the portirat.

As his gaze leveled, his heart gave a painful throb.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Oh god, this was too painful!

Gripping at his chest, he twisted his body and quickly made his way to one of the nearest rooms. Shutting the door, locking it in the process, he strided the floors with light steps then settled himself onto the sofa. He dumped his face into hia hands and grieved loudly, his heartbeats more painful than ever.

His heart formed a crack.

Ocean blue eyes snapped open. Primo observed his surrounds before jolting upright, landing on his two feet; but not for long as newly formed aching sensation arrupted from his lower torso. He yelped, falling back against the bed wincing and hissing in pain. He gently touched the neatly wrapped cloth around his chest then another painful sensation comenced. He sighed, leaning back on defeated and on loss of fatigue.

'That man...' The previous brunet appeared in his mind. Panic filled his being as he grazed over the outcome of his guardians'. Frantically, he tried forcing his weakened body upward but to no avail. He hissed in pain, slumping in defeat once again.

"I suggest you don't make any movements considering your current condition." A voice pointed out, startling the blonde in his attempts to make progress.

With narrowed eyelids, he suspisiously took in the form of the man who invaded his recent thoughts. "Who are you really?" He demanded. The brunet casually leaned against the wall as if he was not indirectly threatened. A moment of silence was his response until he deadpanned, "I don't serve to be treated as dirt as I have just saved you before death's hands."

Giotto didn't answer, only solely focusing on the man before him. With a hesitant breath, he asked breathlessly, "Our deaths?" His pupils dilated instantly, a flashed of amber flames appeared then vanished just as quick. "The man who once tried to murder my famliagia, standing so carelessly before my very eyes, saved us from your own death sentence! Okay, you've got my attention. What are your true intentions?"

Tsuna looked taken back at the sudden outburst but recovered quickly, his eyes scanned over the many emotions flickering passing the blonde's face. Grasping his hands in a tight grip, he stuffed them into his pants pocket. He sighed inwardly. Things just got instanteously worse.

Oh god, please help him.

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A/N: I'm not going to bother giving myself a pat on the back for completeing his chapter. I've been focusing on school that I hadn't much bothered finished up until not. God, I feel ashamed of myself. I'm deeply sorry for those who wished to get this story on the road. The next update may intent to be a longer wait, but hopefully I'll get off my lazy butt.

*Anyways, thank you for supporting me through. I'm thankful, so please wait patiently for the next chapter to be posted. And leave a review if you'd like. (:

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EDITED: 12-05-14