Title: The Consultant

Rating: M

Summary: The Consultant is well known in the underworld, due to his impressive skills in strategy and analysis. One day, the mafia don of Vongola decided to hire him for training the next don of Vongola; the Vongola Decimo. In exchange of the information of his family and origins, Tsunayoshi accepts the job.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR! This is merely a fanfiction.

Notes: It's been a few days. And since I have this chapter basically ready, I decided to update it. Here you'll find who is the actual Vongola Decimo! Enjoy!

Observation: English is not my mother language. Instead, Portuguese is the language that I am fluent. Although I must say, I am pretty capable of writing some things. Nevertheless, I would appreciate if you readers would point my mistakes.

Chapter I - Vongola

The Vongola estate was, surely, impressive. It had different types of buildings, with different styles of architecture. The garden at the front-yard, near the blackened-steel gates, were well treated, and melded into a tiny maze of bushes and flowers.

The walls were high, and probably nobody could see what was inside—a defensive mechanism against unwanted people. A few guards wandered outside the walls, wearing the typical fancy, black suit. Their eyes were everything and they protected the people inside the estate from enemies—not that Vongola had no means of defending themselves, it was just easier to have someone to warn about potential invasions.

Security was strict, as expected from a place where the most important people in the world resided. Tsunayoshi halted in front of the main gate, waiting for the guard to identify him and allow him through the estate. It had been dealt with the moment Timoteo hired him for this long-term job—a few weeks later and the brunet had a special card, authorization and documents to back him up.

The brunet straightened his suit—a charcoal, three-piece suit, with a skinny scarlet tie and shiny leather shoes; one that was only meant for important meetings—and glared at his watch on his left wrist. It was early in the morning, almost 8AM. He came in advance, fearing that it would be bad reputation to come late. He was dealing with Vongola, after all. Reputation meant everything.

A tall, tanned man approached; eyes hidden behind the dark sunglasses. An earphone on his left ear and a small microphone. The man was from the security.

"Identification, please," he demanded, hands slightly stretching towards the brunet in front of him.

Said brunet took out his wallet from the inside-pocket of his jacket. The card he received a few days earlier came in handy. It had a false name, of course—neither Timoteo, nor Tsunayoshi, wanted his real name to be used inside the state. Leone Morelli had been chosen, both as a joke—due to his known alias as Lone Lion of the Savanna—and protection. It was easier for Italian people to accept him if he had a background coming from Italy.

"Mr. Morelli, we've been expecting you," the guard dipped his head, slightly, showing respect towards the brunet. It had been warned to most employees of Vongola that an important mafiosi was coming to the estate, thus demanding them to be respectful towards him. It was a nice touch, and the brunet wasn't going to complain about it. "Your appointment with Nono is in thirty minutes. One of our men will show you around," the guard pointed towards another man wearing suit.

"Thank you," the brunet answered, turning his back on the guard.

Of course, Tsunayoshi had already studied the estate a few weeks before his appointment. It had been authorized by Timoteo himself, therefore leaving him with enough freedom to walk around the place and observe every corner of said estate.

Today's appointment was meant to introduce the next Vongola don. Tsunayoshi would analyse the teenager and decide what was lacking, what was interesting and what could be turned into strength. Surely, the Decimo had no idea of such thing—it was meant to be a surprise. The brunet had made sure that the teenager knew nothing about his new tutor.

Some people changed their behaviour once they knew that they were being judged. Decimo was already pressured enough with the simple name of Vongola being attached to his name. Everyone expected him to be perfect—which would never happen. Thus, Tsunayoshi wanted to analyse him as a mere stranger, when his flaws would be evident. Then, he would break him to pieces, shatter his confidence and prove that he's no one. Only to meld him into a perfect don.

Timoteo hired him and was paying a fortune to keep him for a few years. Tsunayoshi might as well follow with his job and try his best. It would be interesting, nonetheless.

The brunet ignored the guide coming from the guard in front of him, deciding to lose himself in the maze of bushes and flowers. The man didn't even see him disappear, continuing to walk towards the main mansion. Tsunayoshi smirked to himself, following between the plants of the garden. If he kept going forwards, he would find the west-wing of the estate, where the tenth generation of Vongola would be staying.

Carefully, he took out a yellowish-folder from his jacket—it had an intricate symbol of Vongola at the front page, with the words classified at the bottom. It was the file of the future don and his guardians.

Sawada Ienari, sixteen-years-old (16), height above average (182cm), weight average (75kg), blonde-coloured hair, brownish eyes.

At the page, an image of Ienari was shown. The boy was young, with baby-fat around his neck and cheeks—however, he was already forming some sharp-looks, that enhanced his masculine expression. The blonde hair was cut short, as a military haircut, and it shone against the sun. His eyes were a mix of brown and grey, and it held no air of superiority whatsoever. The teen's body was lean, already forming some muscles; it was an athletic body.

Known for his efforts in Namimori Middle School's football team. Playing at the position of the defender on field—specialty in passes. Grades slightly over failing, being held in school due to his extra-points as an athlete. Although, through years, after months of tutoring, his grades reached average.

Popular with his classmates, strong charisma, but not as polite. Not sharp in reading people, but tries his best in solving other people's problems.

At least the boy wasn't completely full of himself. Athletes in school usually felt the need to be superior. It was a lucky case that Ienari had no need to be superior whatsoever. Although, it was a problem that the boy was bad at reading people—being a mafia don was strongly related at reading other people's body language; it was strongly necessary to manipulative situations and negotiations. That could be fixed.

Effort in grades meant nothing to the brunet—it didn't matter if someone had higher grades or not. At the end, all people were the same, and even the person with low grades, with proper training, could deal with strategies and analysis. Tsunayoshi surely had no high-grades back when he was forced to study in a public school in Italy—he struggled a lot with keeping up with other children. Yet, he thrived when it came to plotting crimes, consulting and strategies.

So far, his future student had a few flaws and good points—such as his charisma towards people and popularity. It was looking promising.

The brunet sighed, putting the yellow-folder back inside his jacket. The maze was already over. In minutes, he found himself near the west-wing of the estate. A slightly medium-mansion was on his sight. A few bushes and flowers covered parts of the walls from the mansion. It was properly treated, and it gave an air of tranquillity to the place. It seemed more like a resort, rather than a mansion of Vongola.

As soon as he reached the mansion, he found a group of people wandering through the front-yard. It was a group of eight people, all fairly young and inexperienced.

The blonde teenager, Sawada Ienari, was leading the way—although, the facade of a leader was nowhere to be seen. The boy stumbled on his feet a few times, giggling at his clumsy work; his eyes were too soft and unaware of the danger around him; his posture was far too comfortable around the mafia world. It was obvious that the boy was nowhere near the stage of a mafia don. The brunet thought that he would have to change all of those traits and shape the Sawada into a perfect boss.

On his right, there was another teenager. This one had a silver-coloured hair and bright, emerald-green eyes. According to the records, this was the Storm Guardian, Gokudera Hayato. The teenager was slightly aware of the mafia world, and had been known as a rookie hitman a few years ago. Tsunayoshi knew him, after a few encounters with the bomber-boy. Nevertheless, the boy was still amateur. It was obvious by the way the boy moved with confidence that he would protect his boss—which was ridiculous, since he walked with a comfortable stance, without analysing the place around.

On his left, there was a tall teenager, with Asian features. This was supposedly the Rain Guardian, Yamamoto Takeshi. It was impressive, this boy was a natural hitman. Born with the impeccable instinct of a killer. It was explainable, since his father had also been a hitman early in the eighties. Apparently, it was in the family genes. This teenager walked with a carefree facade, except his eyes were sharp and he constantly felt the need to observe the place. This one was a perfect guardian—he just needed to hone down his instincts.

In Ienari's feet, a small child. That one was the Lightning Guardian, Lambo Bovino. The child had far too many flaws to point out. Except, compared to the teenagers, this could be forgiven, since the was only seven years old. He had been accepted into the family due to the boy's efficiency with lightning flames—and, of course, the ten-years-bazooka. In the future he would become a better guardian, for now he was just a kid.

Behind the blonde, was a small crowd. One of the teenagers—and this one seemed older than the rest of the group—was a lousy mouth. The Sun Guardian, Sasagawa Ryohei. The amount of energy coming out of the boy was impressive, and it made sense that he was a sun. He bounced with excitement, wanting to meet the Vongola Nono immediately. His eyes weren't as sharp, and he had almost no instincts. The boy had been a civilian, then. That could be fixed after a few years of putting the boy into dangerous situations.

Another one was the quiet girl with purplish hair. Carefully, she held her weapon, not wanting it to fall down. On top of her right-eye was an eye-patch. That one was one half of the Mist Guardian, Dokuro Chrome. The other half used the body of the girl to materialize, and was considered a danger to the underworld, according to the Vindice. His name was Rokudo Mukuro. And both of them were part of Ienari's guardians, which was impressive. There was no need to analyse the girl, she was usually quiet and fidgety, but she was intelligent and knew how to observe. The other half of the mist was equally intelligent, except for being a tad bit violent and indifferent towards Vongola.

The last guardian was far behind the crowd, with a scowl in his face. This one was the Cloud Guardian, Hibari Kyoya. The skylark was eager for battles, and disliked the idea of being too close to other people. He was violent, but also highly intelligent. The boy had been a civilian, once he was born. But it was changed due to his family name—the fact that he was related to one of the Arcobaleno discarded the idea of him being fully civilian. The boy was sharp, but also needed training in his instincts—and needed training in communicating with people as well.

And then there was the presence of the Greatest Hitman in the World. With capitals in his title, because the man was, indeed, a legend. Reborn, the Sun Arcobaleno, holder of the yellow pacifier. The man was dangerous, with strong instincts and intuition—an intuition that, for a person outside the Vongola, was considered strong and impressive. Tsunayoshi knew the man as the palm of his hand. Mostly because, back in the days, the man was always interfering with his business—even though he was sure Reborn didn't knew that he was fighting against The Consultant.

Except, two years ago, the hitman had vanished. Tsunayoshi knew that he was contacted by Vongola—a few of his contacts knew that the hitman was last seen next to the Vongola estate. He hadn't thought that the Sun Arcobaleno had accepted the role of tutor. It was a funny thought. Reborn as a teacher. Laughable. Although, he would be a good teacher for the next mafia don.

Deciding to intercept, the brunet pulled up one of his many identities. A clumsy and desperate one. Tsunayoshi was a master of disguising his own personality. And, at the moment, pretending to be someone was going to be necessary to analyse his future-student. Taking a deep breath, the brunet stepped on their path, with an innocent expression.

As soon as he stepped on their path, a few eyes narrowed towards him. The brunet faked a shiver, screeching in a stupid manner, as if he wasn't really a threat.

"Wait, wait!" He mumbled, pulling his hands towards his face. The teenagers stopped with the glaring, deciding to listen to the man before attacking. A flaw, of course. In the underworld anyone could be an enemy. He would have to fix that. Reborn, as sharp as ever, kept his eyes lingering on the brunet, observing him. "I'm—don't—I got lost!"

"What makes you think that we believe you?" The Storm Guardian scoffed.

"Maa, maa," the Rain Guardian waved off the silver-haired boy, although his eyes were sharp and dangerous. "I think he has some explanation to do."

"Guys! It's just someone who got lost," the blonde teen muttered, slightly afraid that his guardians were going to attack. Then, glancing at the brunet, he decided to speak, "I'm Sawada Ienari, what's your name, sir?"

The brunet almost laughed at the boy. It was an amateur move to tell someone their name, as if to gain sympathy. It was a nice approach to normal civilians. However, if he was well-trained, he would've utilized a nickname, a fake name. Instead, that boy gave him his full name. It was almost an invite to find his family and utilize it as blackmail.

"Um…" he pretended to be afraid, taking a step back. "I'm… Leone Morelli."

Their expression was priceless, Tsunayoshi wanted to fall to the floor and laugh at them. Ienari had his eyes widened, in both surprise and doubt. The guardians had a mix of surprise, doubt and denial. Reborn was the only one who controlled his face—except the brunet could see the traces of surprise and doubt.

"Y-you are Leone Morelli?!" Ienari gasped, pointing his finger towards the brunet.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The brunet brought his hands up again, as if to protect himself from the blonde's offense.

"Um… nothing." The blonde muttered.

"You're the new tutor?" Gokudera spluttered, confused. "That's impossible! Leone Morelli is supposed to be a genius, a strategic man, a mastermind! You," he pointed out, stuttering. "You… You're nothing like it!"

"Gokudera-kun!" Ienari exclaimed. "Sorry, Morelli-san," he pleaded. "Um… we can show you the way!"

"What?!" Most of his guardians said.

"Trust me in this!" Ienari fought back.

In his mind, the brunet smirked to himself. Apparently, that was the Hyper Intuition of the Vongola. It was incredible, indeed. Tsunayoshi himself had a strong intuition, one that could be compared to Vongola itself. However, it was amazing to see the real deal in person.

"Come with us, Morelli-san," the blonde invited.

"Thank you," he replied, following the crew.

~x~

Vongola Nono was seated on his leather chair, eyes analysing the crowd of people that had just entered his office. It was a surprise to see Tsunayoshi among the tenth generation. But then, he remembered the report of one of the security guards—poor man had come to his office with face pale as the snow, saying that Leone Morelli had escaped and disappeared within the estate. Of course, he had dismissed the man and the whole idea. He knew that the brunet was a prankster, and he had his own ideas and methods of teaching.

Timoteo opened a welcoming smile. "Leone, I'm glad you've found such kind people to lead you the way," he commented.

"I'm so sorry!" The brunet said, overly awkward and respectful. Timoteo raised an eyebrow at that, until he saw the narrowing of the brunet's eyes, indicating that he was pretending. "I-I was following the man! But- but then I started reading something, and… and I lost him!"

The reactions from the crowd were, indeed, funny. The tenth generation was shocked, wanting to question Nono's choice of teacher. Timoteo waved a hand, dismissing the young-man's apologies. A gentle smile on his lips was enough to make the brunet stop rambling.

"It's quite alright," he assured. "For now, let's sit down and discuss our contract."

The tenth generation sat at the couch, having only the Cloud Guardian and Reborn standing up at the corner of the office. Ienari opted for sitting next to the brunet, since it was an important matter. Timoteo nodded towards the blonde, approving the boy's actions.

"I've called you here to introduce you to your new tutor," Nono announced. "Leone was communicated in advance, and we've discussed for a few weeks before coming into a contract." The mafia don said, hands resting on his lap. "Now, the contract we decided was a two-years length course, with Leone constantly around Ienari."

"I don't understand," the blonde boy in question mumbled. "Can't we just… you know, get a few classes in a month or so? Why does he have to stay with me? And why two years?"

Timoteo opened his mouth to answer, however, was interrupted by one of the guardians. The Storm approached the blonde, eyes narrowed and suspicion at bay.

"I think this is a trick! It can't be true." The silver-haired boy argued. "This is definitely not Leone Morelli! This man is..." the other pointed towards the brunet, trying to find a suited word for the description. "This man is clumsy! Not mafia, at all! And he acts like a scared cat!" Gokudera gazed at the Vongola Nono. "Excuse me, Nono, but I won't accept something like that for Juudaime."

"Gokudera, please," Ienari murmured. "I'm sorry, Nono! And I'm sorry, Morelli-san!"

"Why are you apologizing?!" Gokudera exclaimed.

"Maa..." the Rain Guardian stood up. "I don't think we should be rude. It is kind of strange, though."

"Yamamoto-kun!" Ienari spluttered. "Reborn, help me, please!" The blonde pleaded, eyeing the hitman that was observing everything quietly.

Timoteo sighed, watching the whole interaction with disappointment. In fact, that was the reason he asked for Tsunayoshi's help. This group of teenagers were too juvenile and inexperienced. And, the worst part of it all was that Sawada Ienari had no control over his guardians whatsoever.

"Excuse me, Timoteo," the brunet's voice echoed through the room. It wasn't clumsy and innocent anymore, it was sharp, analysing, cold and calculated. The mafia don glanced towards the young-man, slightly surprised. He thought he would continue with his pretending-plan.

"Timoteo?! Be respectful, you fake!" Gokudera argued.

"I'm not talking to you," the young-man sent a glare towards the silver-haired boy. "As I was saying, Timoteo, we can quite agree that these children will need a long-course tutoring."

"Indeed," the old man nodded, a small, pitying smile on his face.

"I'm Leone Morelli," the brunet greeted the group. "I was merely observing the group and grading your abilities. And," the young-man scoffed. "I have to say, you impress me."

"I don't follow," Ienari murmured.

"You impress me because you are all very stupid and immature," he commented.

"What?!" The Storm grunted.

"So that was all a facade," the blonde muttered to himself. "My intuition was trying to tell me that," he explained when the brunet stared at him. "That's why I decided to help you."

"Good choice," the brunet praised. "You must listen to your intuition. It's one of your weapons. And you have the privilege of having a strong intuition due to Vongola," the young-man explained. "So, let's put it to a test, shall we? What is it that your intuition has been telling you?"

Everyone in the room stared, waiting for an answer. Ienari gulped, trying to avoid the brunet's glare. It was very intimidating, for some reason.

"It's been telling me that you're not Leone… and that you're hiding something," he said.

"Indeed," he answered. "I'm not here to give you answers, though. I'm here to teach you. And Timoteo vouches for my identity." The brunet glanced at the mafia don. "He knows me very well," it was a hidden message, and Nono felt the need of nodding. "Well, as I've discussed with Timoteo, you all need some kind of training. Ienari is the one who lacks everything, so I will be focusing on him."

"What do you mean he's lacking everything?!" The silver-haired boy argued.

"He lacks control, he lacks knowledge and he lacks decision," the brunet explained. "First, I was observing you for at least five minutes. Ienari never once felt my presence," the blonde widened his eyes. "Second, once I stepped in, his first reaction was surprise, but an innocent one. He wasn't thinking of demanding answers, he didn't want any trouble, he didn't think I was really a threat," the brunet commented. "Third, instead of helping his guardians, he decided to go against them. He decided to help me, because he would never think someone might be wanting to kill him.

"Another mistake was him introducing himself. He gave me his full-name. I might as well search his whole family-history and utilize it as blackmail." Ienari flinched, afraid. "Now, what's the problem here?"

"There's nothing wrong in some sympathy," the bomber-boy answered.

"No. However, you are all still thinking that this is a game. Mafia is not a game, and people are out there wanting to see his head," the brunet pointed at Ienari, "rolling on the ground. Don't think that just because you have a pretty, strong man to back you up," this time he pointed towards the hitman at the corner of the room, "that you can ease your worries. You're all part of the next generation of Vongola. A well-known famiglia, strong and powerful, but also the target of various people!

"Sympathy is great, when you're dealing with civilians. But here you're dealing with mafia. You either act up or get yourself killed," the brunet spat venomously.

"Reborn is always telling me this," the blonde murmured.

"And apparently, you've learned nothing!" The blonde flinched again. "Let me guess, young Ienari coming from school and receiving great Reborn as a tutor, you only thought he was joking and playing around, didn't you?" The brunet approached, face only centimetres away from the blonde. "And when things got real, you found yourself thanking god for having Reborn to save you, didn't you?"

"I… I didn't," the blonde whispered.

"Liar. You're not even good at lying," the brunet equally whispered. "What do you think you're doing, Ienari? Playing mafia? Are you really going to be the tenth boss of Vongola?" He asked.

"I didn't want to be a boss!" Ienari countered, almost yelling.

"Well, too bad, life isn't always like we want," Tsunayoshi's eyes darkened with killing intent. "A lousy mouth like you won't get anywhere. What will you do, hm? What will you do when one of your precious friends falls dead right in front of you? What will you do when you realize that it was your fault for being so incompetent?"

"That's…" the blonde stuttered.

"Is that what you want? You've been given a tutor, a family that cares about you," the brunet listed. "And, once again, you are getting a new tutor, because Timoteo cares about you and Vongola." The blonde felt like crying. "And you're here throwing those gifts away, because you think people will protect you forever. And in the end, you'll realize what you lost once it's too late."

Everyone in the room stood there in silence. The tenth generation was far too stunned to say anything. Timoteo watched the situation unfold, slightly uncomfortable. Sure, he'd hired the brunet for this exact purpose. But, perhaps, he was far too attached to the blonde teenager and thought the lesson was too harsh on him. Sentiment aside, Nono stood quiet, not lifting a finger to interfere.

Reborn had a look hard to decipher. Tsunayoshi, albeit curious to see the Arcobaleno reacting, decided to ignore the presence of the other professional beside him for the sake of his own tutoring job.

"I'm sorry," came a mutter from Ienari's voice.

Tsunayoshi then settled back on his heels, leaving a bit of room for the blonde boy. Ienari seemed confused, watching as the brunet distanced himself from the blonde. The young Decimo had no idea if this was acceptance or denial—because, Grandpa had been clear upon giving the tenth generation the run-down of the situation. Tsunayoshi could and would deny the job if he ever thought Ienari wasn't good enough.

"That's fine," the brunet replied, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his dress pants. "This generation is weak. Despite it all, I can see the potential," he confessed. "I can help."

Ienari let a sigh come out of his mouth, as if he'd been holding his breath for too long. The rest of the guardians were still wary about the man, but were also relieved to see their boss out of the uneasy trance he was in.

"That's great news, Leone," Timoteo smiled at the brunet.

[x]

Tsunayoshi stood in front of the temporary mansion of the tenth generation. He pondered over the fact that he would now need to deal with his business and possibly sell his apartment. He's sure that Maria can do the surveillance and gather the right people to buy his apartment.

It was decided that it would be of their best interest if he simply stayed in the estate, rather than to still live by his apartment. The thought of him going back and forth—either through taxis or his personal car—from his apartment to Vongola's estate would be far too suspicious. He wasn't joking when he said that Vongola was the target of many—specially people related to the tenth generation. Considering that Timoteo was already old and getting weak by the day, protection and secrecy of the tenth generation was a must.

Sure, Ienari had his fair share of experience fighting against a few mafiosi. The reports of Kokuyo Land and the battle for the Vongola Rings were enough proof that the tenth generation was getting into the shallow part of the mafia. Still, it wasn't nearly as impactful as Nono's roughly forty years in the mafia. As of now, the new-born tenth generation would be unable to fend off any threats against them.

Therefore, the decision to keep Tsunayoshi inside the Vongola estate throughout the course of his tutoring lessons—which was estimated to be two years—was made. Evidentially, the brunet would miss being in action—being The Consultant was his very being; his proof of identity. And, obviously, he would miss his apartment. The thing held a emotional attachment, due to it being his first ever bought apartment.

Still, it was understandable. He had no problems with giving part of his life up if it meant getting more information on his past.

The brunet sighed, taking the business phone from his pocket. He quickly dialled Maria's line. After a single ring, the woman picked it up.

"Maria," he smirks a bit. It's always pleasant to hear from his trustworthy secretary.

"Sir," she greets, keeping a neutral tone—always the professional woman. But he knows she is smiling as well. "All calls have been denied, as usual. Am I to be expecting you this evening?"

"Not really, no," he confesses, pushing his free hand into his pocket. He walks in front of his new-found home—the giant mansion that houses the next generation of the Vongola. "I have one last order."

"Excuse me, sir, if I may," she asks for permission. Tsunayoshi simply hums in approval. "Are you not coming back?"

Maria sounds disappointed. Hurt even. Tsunayoshi grimaces at the thought. He loved her as a dear friend—maybe even a close aunt he never had. Maria had been one of his landladies in the past; always dealing with stupid mafiosi. Until one day, he offered her a job, a house and warm food. Tsunayoshi didn't want her to be alone, nor did he want her to live her life as a low-rank mafiosi's dog. She had taken the job and served him as if she owed him her life.

Thinking back, most of his fame as The Consultant was due to his famous secretary keeping an eye to his every move. She was the one analysing most of his missions and most of the offers—she was the one taking care of financials; she was the one to take care of the apartment. Maria was the one behind almost everything. If anything, Tsunayoshi owed her more than his life.

It was heart-breaking being forced to leave her—and all of what they'd built together. The Consultant would die, and with that, all of the work they did to rise his reputation. It seemed unfair.

"I don't think so," he chuckles, humourlessly. "I got a new job. This one is lengthy and it requires me here twenty-four-seven."

Maria stays silent for a while.

"You want me to sell your apartment and end your business line." It was a statement.

Tsunayoshi sighs. "Yes."

"It's ok, sir," Maria reassures. "I'll always be here for you, even if you don't work anymore."

"You're too kind, Maria," he smiles, glancing at the sky and wondering what he did to deserve someone that loyal.

"I'll deal with the business line today. The apartment should be sold by the end of the week," she shifts to a professional tone. "As for your things, what should I do with them?"

"Furniture can stay. I want my clothes in suitcases, my books in boxes and sensitive info burned to ashes."

Tsunayoshi couldn't afford to have his documents around. Not in his apartment, not in the trash and neither in Vongola's premises. Besides, all of his documents were in his encrypted hard drive—and his computer had maximum security made by none other than a very good friend in London.

"Will do, sir," she replies. "Is that all?"

"Yes."

"I'll see you around, then, sir," she says wistfully.

"I'll see you, Maria."

The line cuts. Tsunayoshi lets out a deep sigh, slowly ruffling his own short, brownish hair. It's frustrating, but necessary. Sometimes people had to go through eventful changes to get to a better place in life. It was all for the sake of his past. That's what he told himself. Maria understood it. And that wasn't the end, entirely. He could contact her in the future, once he was done with this job. \

Until then, Tsunayoshi would have to hold the memory of Maria—and her phone number—in his mind.

The brunet lets go of the phone. As soon as the electronic touches the ground, orange flames burst aggressively. The phone melts quickly, almost vaporizing into nothingness.

Now he had no ties to anything.

He's just a simple employee to Vongola Nono called Leone Morelli.