"Vongola." - Italian

"Vongola." - Japanese

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Chapter 4: Interrogation

His situation was desparate.

His first arrival was his downfall, especially dealing interrogation. He hadn't even thought of considering an action plan for this. Oh god, he was such an idiot! He mentally facepalmed. He would've gathered his thoughts but unfortunately Primo's sharp, intense gaze lingering on his form wasn't helping. AT ALL! Okay, take deep breaths. Nothing will happen. He silently reassured himself.

Tsuna licked his dried lips then took a seat in front of the alert blonde. He leaned into the chair, his cautious gaze meeting his ancestors. "I'm sorry, Primo." He apologized, unsure of his further intentions.

"Why?" Giotto inquired, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Tsuna noticeably flinched under his gaze, losing his calm composure completely—which Giotto captured immediately.

"HIIEE! I-I'm sorry!"

Opps! Bad move, Dame-Tsuna.

He shrieked, his arms taking a defensive posture around his head as if the other would strike, enraged. Giotto was completely taken back. What was this guy playing at? But to put that thought aside, did this guy actually screech like a woman? It would be impossible considering never in his life had he encounter such actions.

The blonde sweat dropped, an awkward silence settling in. Clearing his throat, he slowly asked, "Um, so...did you really scream like a...girl?"

Tsuna blushed, his posture dropping instantly as he fiddling with his toes nervously. He scratched his cheek meekly, his gaze stilled on the false fasination of his shoes. "...Yes..." He hesitantly squeaked out, his heated cheeks intensified.

Giotto gaped like a fish, his right eye twitching. Was this guy for real? But there could be a possibly he was hallucinating right now. Not — the truth is before his very eyes. The First Vongola don rubbed his temples, somewhat glaring at the other in confusion.

Tsuna, on the other hand, was internally freaking out, ripping his hair. Well, shit, there goes his only escape. And there goes Reborn's sadistic training to have the 'perfected' mafia don image. He'll wish his life bye-bye once he returns to his timeline. So, no need to worry right now. Yay! The brunette finally managed to calm himself and to peek at glance at the male staring at the ceiling in deep thought. Before he could manage a syllable out his mouth, Primo announced an errie declaration.

"Before you begin, I'd like to have a word with you, with my Guardians' present. Speaking of which, where are my guardians'?" Giotto asked, his voice threatening Tsuna to dare lie in his presence. Tsuna gulped audibly, a bead of sweat rushing down behind his nape. "In the infirmary, and healthy.." He responded, shrinking back.

"Healthy," He repeated as if tasting the choice of words. Giotto focused his sights on the frail frame of the brunette. "Injuries?" He inquired, tense.

"P-perfectly fine.." Tsuna squeaked again. Giotto twitched; his behavior was a bit unnerving, considering he did so in his presence. The blonde heaved a deep sigh, pushing his weight off the edge of the bed. His eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the obviously anxious young man. "Stay where you are. I'll send an assistance to escort you shortly." His tone gave off an warning.

Tsuna nodded quickly, leaning further into the seat to the limit where the chair could have broken in half. "Y-yes!"

Giotto sighed, locking the door as he stepped out. How could he have trusted this man to be alone when he'd personally injured his familiga? Shaking his head, he ordered a bypassing servant to have a guard escort the brunette to the interrogation room.

Tsuna released a hefty breath he'd been holding. Gosh, Primo can be scary once he's serious. A sudden intrusion from the escort gaven him a jump. The man nodded in his direction, signaling their departure. Tsuna remained silent and followed along in deep thought. Within in minutes, they reached the door down couple corridors. The escort knocked then left immediately, leaving Tsuna to shift nervously.

"Come in," Giotto called out, his voice partically hoarse. The brunette swallowed deeply and gently pushed open the doors, taking a peek around then entering completely. Unfortunately, the remaining Guardians' were seated around about the room, their gazes burning into his very soul. Tsuna gulped then shut the door silently, awkwardly standing there fiddling with his fingers.

"Why don't you take a seat, Tsunayoshi?" Giotto's tone was sharp.

He rushed to the nearest chair, taking a seat meekly. Before Primo could utter another word, his right-hand man abruptly rose from his position, his glare intensifying. "So, this is the brat who dare defy me! Primo, let me handle this; it won't take long." He sneered with a mischievious grin.

The blonde sighed at his friend's antics, raising his hand to signal him to stop. "G, please calm down." The red head shifted his glare to his boss, who calmly stared back. "Tch." He reculantly slumped into the chair, his eyes tracing back to the nervous brunette.

"Lampo-sama's bored," yawned a lime haired male who slouched in the seat, feet resting atop the table surface. "Then get your ass out of here." G growled, kicking the other's chair backwards.

"And so what if I don't." Lampo glanced at the grouchy male, rolling his eye (in Lampo's case, considering his habit of shutting the other eye). G reached fumbled with his pants pocket and instantly appeared with his personalized crossbow. "Then I'll shoot your ass back to the Bovino."

Lampo shrieked and ducked under the table, smacking his head on the underside. He whimpered, cowering in fright. "H-he's the devil!" He whispered, terrified. In an instant, Knuckles slammed his palms harshly against the table, sparing a glance at the red head male then sprinted to his side, pinning the poor man on the chair. With a bible and holy water magically appearing, Knuckles began his speech.

"What a nusience," Daemon turned his back, chuckling at the pathectic image of his boss. "A boss should always keep his comrades in perfect order, Giotto." The said male ignored the retort and glanced at his Cloud Guardian for assistance. Alaude merely met his gaze and grunted. A jingle of chains swiftly flew across the room, bouncing off the wall harmlessly and handcuffed the source of distruption.

Clink! Cue: Silence.

"Thank you, Alaude." Giotto sweat dropped. G didn't take that too well, lashing out, completely enraged. "You-"

"G, can we please get this interogation over with." G huffed in annoyance, obeying non-the-less. "Knuckle, please return to your seat. Thank you." All that was left was silence.

Tsuna stiffled his laughter, a sheepish grin spread across his face. But when Primo gained his sight on him, all humor dispersed. "So, Tsunayoshi," To with he nodded. "Firstly, what knowledge do have based on the mafia?"

Tsuna figdeted nervously, certainly not arrproving of the whole questioning event. "Ehh..um...partically everything?" He couldn't exactly lie considering Primo's legendary Hyper Intuition, but at least it was half the truth.

"More importantly, are you part of a famigila?" Giotto slightly clenching his fist. Tsuna shyly scratched his cheek. "Um, yes and no." An imaginary question mark appeared above every individuals heads. "Uh...I'm in a famigila, but not exactly though." 'And that fact that they are scary in real life.' He mentally continued.

Giotto raised a brow in slight suspicion. "I see." Tsuna nodded. "Also, if your from Japan, why concern yourself in Italy, especially the mafia? And in that case, we'll speak your native language."

"Well, I didn't exactly want to join the mafia, but was rather forced." Before the blonde could utter another word, a rather large explosion alerted to group.

A/N: Well, that's it. I'm such a cheapstake. It's been many days and I've written a short chapter within that whole gap. T_T I feel sad. And secondly, this chapter sucked like beans.

-AnimexXxLuvver

EDITED: 12-05-14