"Vongola." - Italian

"Vongola." - Japanese

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Chapter 6: Report

Present [400 years into the future] — Vongola Headquarters, Silicy, Italy

A silverette rashed down hall after hall, his aching feet harshly smacking against the marble flooring. Some patroling officers curiously watching as the Storm Guardian zoom by in a shaken, dissheaveled manner. They shook their head, assuming the spoiled Lightning Guardian has done something to upset the man. But infortunately, that was not the case at all. Several minutes ago, the guardian recieved a call from one of Vongola's most trusted mechanics.

Hayato answered with his usual greeting, "What do you want?"

On the other line, shuffling could be heard along with clanks of metal. After a breaths silence, a voice responded in a hesitant tone. "U-um, Gokudera-san-?

Hayato merely rolled his eyes, clutching the device tightly but not enough to shatter. "What?" He was agitated.

"U-uh, w-we have a p-problem..!" A gurgling sound could be heard — sounds like his just released his waste. Yuck. He frowned, cringing in disgust. Focusing on the topic at hand, he answered rather hastily, "What's going on?" He'd be damned if anything were to happen to Juudaime.

"E-erm...-" A loud crashing sound resounded from the other line. Then next came the shuffle of clothes and a painful groan. The silverette sighed frustratedly; Shoichi better have a good explanation or someone is going to blown to smithereens. More rustling then the breathing of another.

"Shoichi fainted." Was a brief reply from Spanner. Typical. "We do have a problem. It has to do with Tsunayoshi." At that, the man froze in his tracks. The worst sceneries came to mind in an instant. With a wary, concerned tone, he asked quickly, "What happened? Is Juudaime alright? Where is he?! Is he hurt?!" He rambled on.

The man on the line didn't bother to interrupt his worrisome rant. Only until his breath was wasted was when he decided to speak. "Gokudera-san, delay this message to the Guardians, including the infant. We need to consult with this directly." Before he could respond, the line went dead. And that was all it took for him to dash in the speed of light. He'd call those idiots later. Right now his boss's life was in danger; that's all that mattered.

The silverette's brow furrowed. 'Don't worry, Juudaime. You're right-hand man is coming to save you.' At ten seconds flat he arrived at the doors of the mechanic's laboratrory. He slammed the doors, dashing inside only to see his fellow guardians and the Sun Acrobaleno waiting. The infant in the orange striped fedora merely glanced at him then turned to Spanner, one of Vongola's mechanics.

"Spanner, what is it for you to call us here?" He spoke in squeaky, almost-girlish tone.

Spanner scratched his head with the tip of a wrench, a somewhat blank look on his face. His red head companion sprawled out on the floor, swirls adorning his eyes. Before getting into serious business, he needed to confirm his previous location. "When was the last time you seen Tsunayoshi?" He asked.

Some blinked while others remained indifferent. But Hayato wasn't going to wait around, he needed to get to the bottom of this situation quickly. He stomped forward into Spanner's face. "Juudaime is in danger. We need to help him as quick as we can! There isn't time for—"

Reborn aimed a swift, strike of his foot onto the male's face knocking him backwards. "Your complaints will come later. Right now, we need evidence."

Hayato grumbled under his breath but complied none-the-less. "Yes, Reborn-san." He grumbled. Reborn ignored him and stared at the blonde. "Dame-Tsuna should be stablizing his family, not to report missing."

Takeshi rubbed his neck, laughing — but the usual cheeriness embled inside was not there. His face appearing serious, worried. "Last I seen him was when he visited me during my baseball practice sessions."

"Last time I seen Sawada was when Kangaryuu and I were training," Was a civilized reply from the white-haired Sun Guardian, Ryohei Sawagaga. His white hair spiked up sharply as his grey eyes narrowed considerably. He dropped his habit of yelling "extreme" several months after they've been inherited of the Vongola Guardians fully.

The full grown adult-yet-brat male leaning stretching lazyily on the metallic chair yawned. Lambo's body was tense, yet his usual complaints were there. "Tsuna-nii was helping Lambo-sama pick up his candy." Was the short response from the Lightning Guardian. Nothing much there but at least it was some evidence to his whereabouts.

"B-bossu was teaching me to be stronger this morning," A petite girl with straight, long purple haired said meekly. Her wide eye shining with concern (the other concealed by a eye patch) as she cluched her trident in her palm. Another person stood beside her, only taller and musculer. This person had dark blue hair styled of a pineapple, a long ponytail traveling along his back. His red and blue eye glinting with mischievousness. "Oya? Tsunayoshi has gone missing?" Purposely ignoring the given request.

"Mukuro." Reborn turned to the illusionist, his fedora casting a shadow over his eyes. Mukuro merely glanced at the infant, then answered, "Tsunayoshi is none of my concern, especially the mafia." Then he strided out the door. Everyone stared at the area his last stood, an unexplainable expression on their face.

"Che, what's his problem," Hayato growled. "And that bastard dare says he doesn't care about Juudaime! Who does he think he is?" He lashed out once again, clutching his dynamites one both hands — already lit. Takeshi headlocked the enraged, brewing Storm Guardian, while laughing. "Hayato, calm down."

"Get off me!"

Reborn stepped on the two dynimites laying near by, distinguishing it's explosive count down. He glowered at the duo — even if this eyes never have an reaction, just a black abyss, which is pretty scary — and aimed his now weapon-pet Leon. "We have more issues to comply with. If you are done playing, we'd like to get a move on."

The two guardians flinched at the harsh tone spewing from the usual michievous, teasing demeanor they were so accustomed to. They rushed to their feet, now looking at Reborn's back which was turned to them.

Reborn has certainly never changed his ways from the beginning. He's always manipulating his boss under the influence of the "cursed" paperwork, driving the brunet to awaken highly exhausted each morning. He absolutely loves to entertain himself by causing the guardians' occasional conflicts. For example, he "pranks" the unsuspecting individuals then blames another for his "art of defiancy." He is the master mind of deceiving, or the Sun Acrobaleno, Vongola's Advisor. Reborn is just Reborn.

"Where's Hibari Kyoya?" The hitman asked. Some of the guardians shrugged.

"Hn. What is it, infant?" Kyoya's voice sudden spoke, startling Takeshi who laughed it off. "Haha, Kyoya, you scared me." He rubbed his nape sheepishly. Hayato snorted, mumbling the lines among 'stupid baseball freak' under his breath. Reborn stared at the ex-prefect. "Where have you last seen Tsuna?"

Kyoya raised an eyebrow, leaning on the wall beside the automatic doors. He closed his eyes. "The omnivore has gone missing, hm." Just like Mukuro, he ignored the question given. Reborn continued staring then spoke. "Kyoya. Where was Tsuna."

The ex-prefect opened his eyes, glancing at the now angered infant. It was rare to see the hitman angry, especially around that boss of his. The others may or may have not noticed that the Acrobaleno has grown a soft spot for the brunet. He came to accept the young male eventually, himself include. Over the years, Tsuna has grown significantly and mature

With an inaudible sigh, he ebalorated briefly, "The omnivore assigned me on an investigation a few days ago. That's the last time I've seen him." Reborn stared then nodded shortly after. He turned to the blonde engineer.

"Hm, to the point," Spanner nodded. "It seems Tsunayoshi has been vanished off the face world. We haven't been able to locate his flames on our newly developed radar. Like he disappeared without a trace."

Silence was thick in the air. Then;

"Juudaime...disappeared?" Hayato hesitantly asked. Takeshi frowned beside him, shuffling uneasy. Ryohei's eyes widen, it fully losing it's enthusiasm. Chrome gasped, covering her mouth as tears came to her eyes. Kyoya gripped his tonfas tightly, a frown marring his face. A shadow casted over the hitman's eyes giving him an intimidating look.

"We haven't traced any unusual phenomenons in nearby areas. But strange waves have been radiating from Europe."

"...from the Vendice Prison."

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A/N: Gomen, Gomen! I feel so uncool not updating for a whole month, and this chapter is soooo short. But anyways, I love getting the reviews. Thank you for the reviews, alerts, and favs. (: Not sure when I'll update again but please be patient.

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