It was no surprise that, when words were spread of the apparent betrayal of one of the most elite Assassination Squad in the whole underworld, everything went from tense silence to chaos.

It was ironic, that one of the powerhouse of the biggest Famiglia had been reduced in such divided group that they're breaking into war every time one of them mentioned the faction -- Tsuna internally laughed at that, because- they actually had factions -- they were in, that whether they sided with Varia or Vongola, murder will rose without any prompting by their rival Famiglias. And that, was one of the reason Tsuna was thankful that his Family was so small in comparison that they had no problem with keeping in touch with each other's problem and resolves it before an even bigger threat arises.

They might be a small Family, but they're loyal. They never turned their back from anyone who needed their help, and even if they can't-- they were willing to sacrifice their lives for their comrades. It was both terrifying and beautiful in Tsuna's eyes, because, as far as he knows, no one actually had blood ties with each other. Each person came from very different backgrounds with various personal scars, one they held onto tightly, and tentantively whisper into his ears as they held each other close.

It was his favorite past time, getting to know them personally, and being one of the youngest in said Famiglia made it easier for them to open up with him. Even though he hadn't explicitly tell them his stories, they were very understanding and never pushed him into confessing.

So it was a surprise, when one day, said problem arises from one of their Family member.

It came from the form of a lost brother to a very dear friend of Ivan -- who refuses to disclose his name because of personal reasons -- whom had asked him for help into locating said brother in the midst of Vongola's Civil war.

Vernon was, of course, very sceptical, since Italy was still a dangerous country for small fries like them. But he eventually allowed Ivan to go with as much of a fuss as a mother hen with her chicks.

Naturally, that's when shit hits the fan. Because, when had life have been easy?

Tsuna didn't hear anything from him for two months, and they were starting to get worried by his self imposed mission.

No one outright shows it, but he could see it from their eyes, how they would twitch every time someone mentioned Italy, or the lack of mission they would go to nowadays. Because, with everything that's going on with Vongola, everything will be affected. Like their shipping route, but that's none of his business because, right now, he had to pay attention to Vetra as the woman explained the mission to the small group gathered in Vernon's office.

Tsuna focuses just as Vetra began to warn them of straying too far into Vongola's territory. "And whatever you do, do not go to Sicily."

Tsuna blinked. "What about me?"

Vernon and Vetra exchanged a look, apparently having a silent conversation as the rest of the men quietly shuffled out of the office.

"As much as I loathe to say this," Vernon began. "we will allow you to tag along in this mission. But," He quickly cuts out before Tsuna could counter him in his excitement. This will be his first mission and he was already being sent to Italy! "You will go alone, Tsuna. We had calculated the risk of you being found when you went directly to them, and I don't want them to come sniffing into our family when they knew we had you." His face was pinched in a grimace, clearly remembering reading the report that Tsuna's biological father was actually the Young Lion of Vongola. It had been a shock to all of them but Tsuna, and it made them extremely paranoid for a couple of months to the point he wasn't allowed to go out of their Headquarters without at least ten guards with him. "You will go a few days after they departed. And you keep your phone close with you at all times and maintain distance from them, alright?"

Tsuna nods, because this is what he was trained for. He spent two years practicing hand-to-hand combat, a better part of his night in a firing range, and the rest of his free time practicing tracking flames. In short, he felt ready to face the heart of Italian Mafia, where flame users buzzes without awareness.

Not to mention...

He couldn't wait for getting the chance to investigate his mother's murder as well.

Despite what they've told him, Tsuna was certain that the real culprit came from the very family his biological Father had ties in.

iIIi

"One, two, three, a thousand, a million-- it doesn't matter. Do you not think of yourself as the bigger hypocrite when your family has taken over millions of lifes? I thought so."

iIIi

Ivan where the fuck are you LOL.

Also, friendly reminder that Tsuna is not the most reliable narrator.

Dead: 3

Out of Commision: 1

Basically AWOL: 1

I'm sorry for my very late update, I've been so busy with work and college that I had no time to lift my fingers to type. As some of you might know, the reason why my fic for this story was so short was because I write it on my phone. Yes, you're seeing the product of no auto-correct, no edits, and confusing story. If you found ANY mistake please tell me. it's really hard to spot them when im just writing on my phone.

See you guys later!