A/N: Why, oh why am I back here? I haven't written any KHR stuff in years! I don't know where this came from! It literally sprung out of nowhere!

Well, I couldn't help myself, wrote the whole thing and then thought 'Eh, why not?' So this will be like a four-shot or something. :I

Turns out I have a thing for Dark!KHR. Still, I'm going to ignore certain things from the series, like Enma because while I like him, I CANNOT write his friends other than Adelheid. It's just... no.

This will be a MAFIA thing, like real mafia, with GUNS. Because I like The Godfather! But they still have flames anyway, because I like that concept, but that's not an issue.

Anyway, if you spot any grammar mistakes, don't mind them, it kinda happens. Rated T for swearing and some violence later.

Disclaimer shall not be repeated after first chapter: I do not own KHR, or its characters, because if I did, things would be a lot darker.

Long Gone

Chapter 1

Tsunayoshi Sawada, more commonly known as Vongola Decimo these days, was not happy. No, 'not happy' didn't even begin to cover how... unfortunate he felt. He huffed, blowing some hair away from his eyes.

"Please don't be like this, Tsu..." Kyoko Sasagawa, his wife said beside him, he could hear her trying to sound positive and bright, as usual, however, Tsuna couldn't bring himself to do the same. His whole body-expression was closed off, arms and legs crossed.

He frowned as the car lurched, a speed bump. "I don't want to go." He said firmly, but that never worked on her. It probably even sounded like he was pouting to her.

"Please, Tsu! This is important to me, and it should be to you as well!" She held to his forearm, shaking him a little, but Tsuna just rolled his eyes.

His right-hand man, Hayato Gokudera was driving and was much too quiet. Tsuna knew he didn't want to go, either, and was there to protect him, which is something he insisted on. While his best hitman, Takeshi Yamamoto was riding shotgun, with his arms crossed, and Tsuna had a feeling that he was smiling bemusedly at his squabble with Kyoko.

Tsuna's lips curled. "This is a waste of time..."

"Can't you do this for the nostalgia at least? Don't you miss school and the people you met back then?"

"Not really... Unlike you, I never liked my 'classmates'..." He admitted, shrugging.

Kyoko sighed in defeat. "You're already here, so just stay for me, okay?"

Tsuna frowned, uncrossing his legs. "...Alright. But I want compensation, at least." He smiled lightly, turning and placing a kiss on her lips-

Except she put a finger across his. "Ah, first, promise you'll behave."

Tsuna winced, his eyes darting away from Kyoko. "Eeeh..."

"Tsunayoshi. You will behave."

Tsuna raised his hands in a show of goodwill. "Fine, fine, I'll behave... as long as they behave-"

"Tsuna!"

"What? They're civilians, they won't attack me, so I'll behave, of course!"

The car stopped, Hayato turned to Tsuna. "We're here, Boss."

"Yeah, okay..." Tsuna took a deep breath, so to diminish his frustration. "Let's get this over with." With that, he opened the door and walked out into the frigid air of the late evening in Japan.

Home sweet home...

"Don't be such a downer, you'll have fun!" Kyoko chirped, coming after him and immediately latching herself to his arm, pulling him until she could place a quick kiss on his lips, her expensive dress flurrying a little in the mild wind – she had stockings and her coat, so he assumed she wasn't cold.

"Sure."

"Wait," She pulled him again. "You aren't armed, are you?"

He hesitated for a microsecond. "Of course not." She smiled again and nodded, letting him resume his walk.

"Good, good." She nodded firmly, eyes unfocussed as her head turned away. "They're just normal people, not criminals. You don't need to be like that tonight."

Tsuna's eyes narrowed at her tone. He glanced at the bar that was rented for the night, just for a class reunion, a high school class reunion, and grimaced lightly, adjusting the trench-coat over his expensive suit. He picked up Hibari's way of wearing his jacket... Good for silently and efficiently demanding respect.

But Kyoko was right. These people... they were just civilians.

There was no need to be tense, as if he were meeting with other mobsters. There was no need to be on guard, there was no need for weapons, or manipulative lies, or thinly veiled threats to one's family and friends, or to their lives. No need for shady deals or dirty money. He couldn't bring himself to not be armed, though...

But this was the world under the light, and he's truly stepping into it again, for the first time in years.

Tsuna's lips thinned. Back then, he never realized just how... innocent... and how naive people were. It made him feel something... a hint of pity, with some jealousy on the side. Something burning uncomfortably inside and it made him want to punch someone to see if it goes away.

Either way, he would have to suck it up. If only for his wife. He hasn't seen her smile and laugh like she used to in a long time...

.

Takeshi had stepped out of the car as soon as their boss did. Out of respect, he and Hayato tended to do this, only follow after their boss, and more often that not, Takeshi didn't even think too much about it.

It's not that Tsuna demanded this respectful behavior. He's very lenient with them, in a way that the rest of their world has never seen. But still... there are things that crawl their way into your brain, and life as an underworld criminal had its ways of making certain habits permanent and unforgettable.

If someone like Tsuna lets disrespect pass, if he turns the other cheek, it would be easily perceived as weakness, and they couldn't have that.

So they learned to act accordingly. Respect is of the utmost importance. Tsuna – and all of them as well – had learned this when young. It's a trigger Tsuna could no longer control, because it meant survival.

Which is why he had such a bad feeling about this event.

Tsuna and Kyoko were already going inside, so Takeshi sighed as Hayato locked the car. "This won't end well."

Hayato scoffed, his expression meticulously controlled. "Tell me about it."

The conversation ended there. Hayato was only there to protect their boss, and Takeshi was too tense to keep chatting. So they followed the pair in complete silence, like shadows.

.

Kyoko took a deep breath, splattering a big smile across her face. Inside was bright, and she could hear the sound of chatting voices inside, some of which were vaguely familiar.

Ah, how she missed her school days. So bright and full of color. Ignorance is a bliss, it seems. But this was a night to remember, so nostalgic it would be, and her previous worries were gone. After taking her shoes off, she let go of her husband and slid the door open, making everyone stop for just a second before they all smiled and greeted her.

"If it isn't our idol!"

"Oh my god, you look so beautiful!"

"It takes me back to see you again, Kyoko-san!"

Kyoko gushed with the compliments. They were at her, Sawada- or better yet, Sasagawa Kyoko, not Lady Vongola, and that alone was much fuller of luster. "Oh, it's so good to see you guys again!" She remembers her, and her, and that guy, and that one – he tried flirting with her more than once – and that other guy…

Hana, her best friend didn't bother coming, of course she knew that already, she never liked anyone other than Kyoko. It damped her mood a little, but it was okay, Kyoko sees her often nowadays.

But these people, her old classmates, she's seeing again for the first time in many long years. It felt so sweetly nostalgic and she loved it! She almost felt like squealing, but her manners kept her from doing so. She greeted all of them, back into the light where she didn't have to watch her back, or even expect anyone to be an assassin.

Just... normal, for once.

Tsuna and his two shadows were right behind her, and attracted just as much attention, and it was all somewhat evenly divided.

"Y-Yamamoto! Whoa, I haven't seen you in a long time! What happened? We all thought you would go and become a star baseball player...!"

Takeshi smiled, a bit awkwardly at the mention of the old dream. "Ah, well, you know, life kinda got in the way, ended up doing other things." He explained as he exchanged pleasantries with people.

"Is that a scar?!"

"Ahaha, kind of an accident!" They couldn't deny it looked cool, although what kind of 'accident' would cause it? Takeshi wouldn't answer that straight, and would just find a way to change the subject.

Meanwhile, Hayato wasn't paying attention to anyone who tried talking to him, he had a mild scowl on his face as he took his boss' jacket and remained stationary by the door, eyes surveying the room like a sentry. Tsuna however, drew more attention as well, and he wasn't so lucky. To the average joe, he wasn't all that intimidating.

His hair was apparently impossible to mistake with anyone else's. "You're Sawada?! Wow, didn't expect you to grow up so much!" It came off as a joke, but Tsuna didn't laugh.

"Yes, shortness, and all." He said curtly, sighing and crossing his arms, a clear sign of 'back off, please'. It threw them off their jokey mood very quickly, making them take a step back in surprise.

What's so surprising? Tsuna thought in annoyance. They were never friends.

Normally, Tsuna is much more sociable than this – he has to be, of course, he leads the freaking mafia, he has to know how to communicate – however, he was not in the mood for chit-chat.

Kyoko frowned briefly, having heard the exchange, and held his forearm, forcing him to untangle his closed off posture. "Honey, please, don't be like that." She admonished quietly, pulling him so they could kneel and sit at the table.

Someone sputtered. "You two married?!" That drew even more attention, the common women leaning in to get some gossip, like bored housewives, and the salary-men leaning away in surprise.

Tsuna could easily spot one case of skepticism, and another of angry jealousy. How cheap, wallowing over a woman's choice. Haven't they moved on from this?

Kyoko only beamed, hands folding together near her chin. "Yes! We've been married for 5 years now!" She showed the women her ring, which was obviously more expensive than anything they've ever seen this close.

"Oh, my, this looks so expensive!"

"Yeah," One guy started with a laugh while serving himself some sake. His eyes narrowed slightly, trying and failing to conceal his suspicion "What's up with the suit, Sawada? Won the lottery?"

Kyoko was busy talking to her girl-friends, so it was left to Tsuna to respond. He could feel his eye twitch in annoyance, which normally would have made anyone back off – anyone who knew who he was, of course – Was he implying that Tsuna could never make money on his own? Past incompetence aside, it stung his pride in a way Tsuna wasn't comfortable with.

"No. It's a family business I inherited." Was all he said, also serving himself a cup of sake, ignoring the food, knowing he would need alcohol if he wanted to go through this reunion without snapping at these... civilians...

He mentally spat the word. So innocent, living their common lives, with little to worry about compared to him. He was pretty much aware of this bitterness inside him, but he couldn't help it. 'Normalcy' was an old dream he's given up on.

"Really? That's amazing! Ah, just be careful not to crash it into the ground!"

Tsuna felt a fire getting brighter inside him, his lips curling at the jab. "I'm doing just fine, thank you." He gritted out the words, but apparently they weren't taking him all that seriously, they most likely noticed his mood, but probably thought that even if he got a lot of money from a family business, he's still useless, and therefore, it wouldn't last.

They were jealous and envious, Tsuna could see it easily. How come he has so much money and they don't? It made no sense to them, and Tsuna wanted to laugh.

They rationalized that he would somehow be good ol' Dame-Tsuna and lose everything, if only they could feel better about themselves. Pathetic. They continued to joke and laugh at his expense, and Tsuna wanted to stab someone.

The door slid open again, this time revealing a certain purple haired guardian, Chrome was here. Tsuna's light scowl softened. She was already in Japan when Kyoko invited her, she was with Hibari, putting a few Yakuza families back in their places and collecting money. Ramson money, protection money, tribute money... The works.

The attention was immediately directed at her, and Tsuna felt some relief as their eyes turned away from him. Hibari was not with her, though, which was unfortunate. He would have been very useful in keeping things orderly...

"D-Dokuro-san, you look g-great!" These men were blushing and borderline leering as she sat with Kyoko, so she could ignore these men, unmarried, and even some married – Tsuna could see the rings – and he scoffed silently as he watched them stumble around his guardian. His eyes stopped on his wife, feeling the pang of regret... It wasn't as if he was unfamiliar with having a mistress on the side.

Things just... happened that way.

She didn't need to know that, so he pushed these thoughts aside and went for his second shot of sake. But this torture just kept on going...

"Nee, Sawada, how lucky of you to get some money from your family business, I mean, without it, imagine how you would be doing now!" These pricks were getting drunk. Reckless, they had no idea how... kind and benevolent he's being right now...! Letting them speak when their faces should be under his foot at this point.

Tsuna served himself a third shot. He could practically feel Hayato glaring at them, as if willing their heads to explode with his mind alone. "Ahaha, I wonder if he would be living with his mother, still!"

Fourth shot. If Kyoko wasn't around, this man would be dead... Oh, he so would...

"Yeah, come on, Sawada, Kyoko wouldn't even have married you if it wasn't for the money,"

"...Although, I had no idea was such a gold-digger, man..."

The cup was placed harshly on the table, with a loud knock sound of glass hitting wood. Tsuna exhaled tiredly, eyes narrowing dangerously. Fifth shot, and that. is. it.

A/N: I do like me some Dark!Tsuna...

So. Yes, in Japan, most school reunions, DON'T happen in SCHOOL. They meet at BARS and other such places.

I remember getting a bit tired of fics where these things happened back in the school building, so...

I also remember not liking how lightly this whole Mafia thing was taken. I know how criminals who deal with people who might try to kill them tend to act, I know they have triggers, learned behavior, and it's specially pronounced with leaders of these criminals, where they need to demand respect, otherwise, they'll be betrayed.

There's no way young people like Tsuna and his friends wouldn't learn quickly how things work, otherwise, they wouldn't last.

So yeah, the other chapters are written already, I'll update if this gets a good response.

Review, fave, or follow, and I'll update in a week. o/