And I live! Or rather, I'm finally well enough to update this story. Great. Also, there's a really important author's note down there. Have a nice read!

Also, to answer the anon's review:

Guest: You're so right that it scares me.

Beta-reader: GirlinBlue2364.

"Wow! That's really amazing! You wrote your first book at seventeen! You must be the first to have done that!"
"I doubt it..."
"Not matter what, Sawada-san, if you had your story written, you needed to publish it. What did you do to get into the Arcobaleno editorials? They are the most prestigious editorial of Japan..."
"That must be because Tsunayoshi-kun is really talented, right? Isn't that right, Tsunayoshi-kun?"
"Er... [Ha-Hayatan-san, you don't have to hold my arm...] To be honest, I met my editor on a pure streak of luck..."

Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ Three Years Before.Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

[冬]: Winter.

Lluvia Leno sighed heavily and leaned his forehead against the counter of the bar where he had chosen to hide after his writer's umpteenth fail.

"How can you even sell a book about a motorbike?" the blond muttered as he closed tiredly his eyes.

A hand ended on his shoulder and the man reluctantly opened an eye to notice that the barman had just woke him up.

"Dear customer, I think that it's time for you to go home," the man told him while he got back behind his counter.

Leno straightened his back with some problem and gazed at his empty glass with dead eyes.
"Why is it empty?" he asked simply.

"Dear customer," the barman repeated without batting an eyelash. The man pointed at the blonde's hand still around the empty glass and slightly furrowed his brows. "Go back home, I'm sure that your wife is waiting for you."

Leno observed the silver ring on his ring finger and he slowly sighed before he glanced back at the man who was still wiping his counter.
"There isn't a woman," the blond muttered after a long while. "She left after the fifth... Or was it the fiftieth failure..."

"Oh," the barman merely said while he put his rag in a drawer. "I'm sorry about that."

Leno immediately looked up, his eyes sparkling with unending stars and gave him a little hopeful smile.

"But I won't give you another glass," the man added as he turned to the shelves full of bottles.

The editor's face fell down and he crashed down on the counter while he closed his eyes with tiredness.

"Dear customer," the barman repeated with an annoyed tic at his brow. "You have five seconds to leave my bar; I'd like to close down!"

The blond muttered something along an excuse (unless it was an insult) and almost crawled to the door. Once he was out of the dimly lit bar, Leno raised difficultly a hand to protect his eyes from the sudden light and he half-lidded his eyes when he realized that the sun had been up for quite some time.

"Urghh," the editor grunted as he palmed his stomach. "Don't tell me that I drank the whole night... My money, kora!"

Complaining under his breath, he began to stagger to the nearest bus stop and collided against a passerby who was calmly walking in the peaceful streets of the little city where Leno had chosen to drink away his newest failure.
The latter somehow succeeded in turning toward the person he had stumbled upon and vaguely noticed a mop of ruffled brown hair before he saw that his little scramble had thrown the passerby's bag on the ground and spilled everything on the sidewalk.
Muttering a vague sorry, the editor crouched slowly (his bones hurt after an all-nighter) and began to gather up everything.

"It's nothing!" the passerby chirped as he hurried and put all the pens and notebooks in his bag. "I wasn't really paying attention around me!"

Curiously, when he finished his sentence, the passerby turned his head to look at Leno and gazed insistently (and also reprobating) at some point above the blonde's shoulder. Intrigued, the latter turned back, almost falling as he had lost his balance with all that alcohol he consumed, and widened his eyes.

"What, kora?" he barked while he glared at the man wearing a dark suit and a mocking smirk. "Never seen an honest worker stumble, kora?!"

The man's lips stretched and his smirk became purely smug while the brown haired teenager, with whom Leno had stumbled, slightly gasped.

"Y-You can see him?" the boy asked as he softly pulled on the editor's sleeve.

The latter moved his arm harshly to force the teen to let him go and folded his arms on his chest with a bored face.
"Of course I can see him, I'm not blind, kora!" he snapped at the younger male.

"But how can this be possible?" the brunet exclaimed before he looked at the man in a black suit with questioning eyes. "You said that no one can see you!"

The man in black shrugged and began to lackadaisically play with his curled sideburns.
"I suppose that this man is so pathetic that he can be considered as no one," he proposed after thinking a bit about it.

Leno felt his eyebrow tick and he slowly rose, almost falling once again, before he harshly took the man's tie.
"What did you say, kora?" he growled as he forced the man to lean toward him. "I dare you to repeat that, kora!"

"HIEEE!" the brunet suddenly screeched and it was so high that the blond let go of the tie. The teenager took this opportunity to leave the scene with the dark haired man. "I'm going to be late for school! Hibari-san is going to bite me to death!"

Taken aback by the boy's screeches and cries, Leno simply stood in the middle of the sidewalk and watched the two strangers leave before he noticed something.
A bunch of sheets of paper were lying on the sidewalk, clearly forgotten by the student.

The editor furrowed his brows and raked his finger through his ruffled blond hair with a sigh.
"I guess that it's time for me to get back home..." he muttered to himself.

However, he picked up the sheets and noticed that there was a name written on top of the first page. Then, his eyes quickly went through the lines before he turned over the sheet and continued reading.

"I can't believe it," he whispered with incredulity.

And that, kids, is how Colonnello met the goose that lays his desired golden egg.

By the way, this story seems to be bugging way too much, as in I believe that everyone who has this story on their story alert didn't get an alert. Should I make a sequel of some kind so it doesn't keep happening?

Last question: what do you know of Tsuna's family?