A/N: My apologies in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

This is an R27 fic, and yes it will feature Adult!Reborn later on. There might be a little All27 depending on how my mind works.

Here are the ages of Giotto & Tsuna's friends, its not that important but use it as reference as the timeline jumps a lot.

Tsuna, Giotto, G, Hayato, Takeshi, Ryohei, Lampo (16)

Mukuro, Chrome, Knuckles, Asari, Kyoya (17)

Daemon, Alaude (18)

Lambo, I-pin (5)

Also note that languages spoken correspond to the country, unless otherwise indicated.

Warnings: Violence, death, adult themes. Character abuse through Reborn.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! If I did, it'd have lots of yaoi in it and we all know that would ruin the story.

Now onto the story, enjoy!

Hitmen in Crisis. Chapter 1

Narita International Airport VIP lounge

Giotto had his arms wrapped tightly around his younger twin squeezing the life out of him as he sobbed into his younger twin's fluffy hair.

"Giotto-, c-can't breathe-!"

He just snuggled harder, taking in the soft, sweet scent of his brother; reminiscent of vanilla and strawberries yet unique at the same time. Trying his best to imprint the scent into his memory. A choked sound came from the teen in his arms, then;

"Baka-Giotto, if you don't let go soon he's going to suffocate."

Giotto jerked his head up, his hold loosening enough for Tsuna to be able to take in large gulps of precious air. Meanwhile Giotto was busy glaring at the owner of the squeaky voice who dared to interrupt his precious time with adorable little brother. Because home tutor or not, this was Tsuna he was talking about. And for his efforts, his face was introduced, yet again, to the sole of Reborn's shoe. Causing him to fall ungracefully with a resounding thump.

Tsuna stood to the side and winced, knowing exactly how much that had to hurt. He watched as G started fussing over his best friend and sighed at the crazy antics, somewhat glad that he would at least be able to get some peace when they left. Yes, his twin was leaving with his friends and guardians for Italy, so that he could be introduced as the official Vongola Decimo and start to learn how to properly run Vongola under the Ninth's wing. After 3 years of insanity, blood, sweat and tears, his brother was ready, or as much as he could be ready, for the role. Personally, Tsuna felt that Giotto would make a great boss and had mentioned as such many times. And despite Giotto's reluctance at the start, he had a feeling that Giotto would probably be the best boss Vongola had ever had.

Smiling, Tsuna walked toward his brother and hugged him from behind (he'd rather not get choked to death, as wont to happen if he went from the front) and said, "good luck over in Italy, Giotto. Kaa-san and I will miss you, so you better make sure to learn to be the best boss anyone could wish for!"

As Giotto once again devolved into tears, struggling to turn around in his brother's arms so that he could latch onto his other half again, and succeeded when Tsuna got distracted by Daemon's "Nufufufu, Tsunayoshi-kun, what about me? Surely you would miss me more?" resulting in G yelling at him about being a 'perverted melon' and Alaude to bare his handcuffs threateningly stating, "I'll arrest you, insect!"

Tsuna once again sweat-dropped as everything became chaos as per usual. Just glad that his brother wasn't trying to strangle him anymore as he sobbed into his shoulder. Blubbering something along the lines of going to miss his 'adorable brother' and other incoherent mumbo-jumbo. He huffed exasperatedly, they were both 16! And being called 'cute', 'adorable' or any other such words was not exactly flattering. It wasn't his fault that all his efforts to buff up a bit resulted in his current sinewy, slender figure, not that Giotto was doing much better.

"Vongola Decimo-sama, the plane is ready for boarding."

This made everyone go quiet, turning to face the flight attendant at the door who was still in a deep bow.

Reborn was the one who answered, "Thank you. We will start boarding." Turning to Giotto, he smirked. "Baka-Gio, it's your responsibility to watch over your guardians and survive the flight." Giotto visibly paled as he realised that he had to get onto a plane. A cramped space (no matter how luxurious a private jet was, it was still small) with all his guardians; a hot-head, an overly cheerful flute-freak (in G's opinion), a brat, two bloodthirsty people and an overly loud boxer. All of whom rubbed each other the wrong way if they even so much as opened their mouths to speak.

Suddenly deciding that the whole thing wasn't worth it, Giotto took hold of his brother's arm and legged it. Jumping over the Leon-stick that was there to trip him, he made it one foot out the door before a green net descended on top of him and a sharp jab to his neck knocked him out cold.

"Uhm... Reborn-san?" G looked nervously between his unconscious best friend and his tutor.

"He was being too whiny" was the childish reply.

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G was the last one to ruffle his hair affectionately, Giotto slung across one shoulder. "Take care, ok? If we weren't aware that you're capable of defending yourself I doubt we'd be leaving at all, I swear the both of you are such trouble magnets," he grumbled out. Tsuna just laughed in reply, once again reassuring that he would be fine, patted Giotto's unconscious fluffy head and watched as they boarded the plane with a large Vongola symbol emblazoned on the side.

Tsuna watched as the plane turned into a vague white blur in the sky before turing to his shoulder, where Reborn was perched, gazing at him curiously.

Reborn snorted before stating, "the coronation is in a week, we'll leave before then."

Tsuna gave a relieved smile in return, at least he won't miss it, not that Giotto was going to know he was there.

Another snort. "Baka-Giotto is too soft hearted for his own good. If only he would accept the fact that you could be a very good asset to the Vongola, but he won't even hear of it. Then again your father doesn't want you involved either. The idiots."

"Well... I can't speak for my father, but Giotto's just watching out for me. I'm just glad that I can help them, even if I have to do it from the shadows." Tsuna smiled softly as he recalled how utterly useless he was before all this madness, before Reborn came. "And besides, at least you'll be keeping an eye on me, won't you?" he asked, grinning cheekily.

"Of course." Reborn scoffed. "You're still a hundred years too early to even be thinking of leaving my watch." Then he smirked. "And while we've got this week to ourselves I'll be training you during the day too."

Tsuna groaned, slumping over in defeat, he could just imagine the number of bruises and aching muscles he'd have by the end of next week. Reborn just kicked him in the head before landing in his arms. "A good assassin takes his training seriously."

Rubbing the sore spot at the centre of his fore-head, he mumbled "But your training is like hell and torture rolled into some huge horrifying concoction that puts any receiver at the verge of death."

Reborn just smirked, an evil glint in his eye. "Did you say something Dame-Tsuna?"

"N-no, of course not!" Tsuna replied hastily, cursing his stutter (he thought he'd finally gotten rid of it).

Reborn just 'hm'ed before turning to the front, getting a free ride in the arms of his disciple. Tsuna doubted Reborn was going to let him off that easily though, especially if that sadistic gleam in his eye was anything to go by. Yeah, he was really going to hate this week.

1 week later. Vongola mansion, Italy

"Giotto Sawada, I hereby announce you as the Vongola Decimo, the tenth generation boss of the Vongola famiglia. May your reign be prosperous and full of fortune."

The mantle was handed over, the Vongola crest embellished on the back in gold. It fit perfectly on the teen Decimo's shoulders as he stood up and turned to face the crowd, face impassive yet eyes kind. He gazed over the crowd, lingering on those he was more familiar with. The Mafioso gathered started to clap and cheer. An aura of command and charisma surrounded the young Decimo, further emphasised by the presence of his guardians that stood around him.

In the crowd, a man with strawberry blond hair dressed in a white suit and dark sunglasses smiled as he watched the Decimo step down from the raised dais to mingle with the crowd. Allies and friends alike surrounded him to give their well wishes and congratulations. Scratching his head the man scowled inwardly, the wig was rather itchy. Outwardly he had an easy-going smile on his face, making his way toward the refreshments placed at the side of the grand ballroom he listened in on the people as they began to mingle.

Currently the brilliantly decorated room was filled with Mafioso, all either allies or neutral families that had certain connections with the Vongola. All had come to see who would be the next leader of the most powerful mafia famiglia in the world. Glancing around from behind his darkened shades, his sharp eyes picked out the nondescript black suits standing in the shadows behind various large pillars, all bearing the Vongola insignia. The security, of course. Large gathering like these were like a goldmine for enemies, especially with so many influential people in one place, all it took was a well placed explosive or a well thought out strategy to ambush the gathering. Just because the Vongola were the strongest did not mean they were invincible.

Of course danger did not just come from the outside, the man had no doubt that there were spies or even famiglia who would go back on their words or their pact in the large gathering, he himself hated to doubt people like this, but his teacher had pounded into him that in this dark world, everyone is suspect.

Already he could see small gatherings in the shadows, one which seemed to be passing each other some substance. 'Drugs' his mind supplied, 'either a new one to go on the black market or an exchange'. Another two suited Mafioso seated near the wall to his right were exchanging money. His ears caught snippets of conversations, from pleasant greetings to threats made with hushed menacing voices, to new alliances being formed. The shadows held all sorts of nasty things.

He himself was leaning against the wall, half his body obscured by shadow due to a pillar in front of him, observing and alert. His senses were stretched as far as they would go, mind automatically filing and filtering conversations for important titbits and disregarding others. Eyes watching cautiously, taking in the various insignia on suits that varied in sizes, and colours. Taking a sip of the cocktail he'd picked up from the refreshments earlier he noted the smaller famiglia less recognisable emblems. He himself adorned the Коварства (Covarstva) insignia, an average sized Russian mafia family that prided themselves on intel gathering.

"White stands out a bit much. Although I'll admit it suits you."

The man made no motion that he had heard, murmuring a reply so that his lips could not be read. "I'm flattered you think of me in such a way."

A dark smirk spread across his companion's face, "Don't start being cheeky with me now... Tsuna."

"I thought you were the one literally drilling into me the fact that I should never blow my cover when in disguise unless it's beneficial?"

"You are far too young to be questioning my abilities, Dame-Tsuna."

The man, or Tsuna disguise, just sighed. Of course he wouldn't question his teacher's abilities. If Reborn thought it was safe to mention his name that meant that there was no one watching either of them, nor were there any listening devices near. After all, if he were discovered, Reborn would most likely be in more trouble than he himself since the hitman had been specifically ordered not to involve the younger twin in the mafia. He was just supposed to be aware of his lineage and perhaps be able to defend himself but that was as far as it went. Not that he knew how long that would last, what with his brother and himself looking so similar to each other.

Speaking of his brother... He glanced over to see Giotto standing next to Cozart in the middle of the ball room; they were talking to Gamma and Byakuran. He frowned a little when he noticed the lack of the white bulbous hat; Gamma never left Yuni's side. Turning to his teacher, who stood on the shadowed half of his shoulder, he raised an eyebrow in question.

Reborn lowered his fedora, shadowing his eyes as he stated, "Yuni's sick." Tsuna's eyes, which Reborn could see through the side of the sunglasses, softened in concern. Yuni hadn't been feeling well as of late, most likely due to the curse that allowed her to keep her older body in exchange for a shorter life span and the overuse of her abilities. "She's strong so you shouldn't worry so much."

At this Tsuna brightened up a little, "Yeah, she is, isn't she?" A companionable silence fell over the both of them; Reborn swiping his drink to take a sip as Tsuna absentmindedly stroked Leon on the head. Tsuna broke the silence with the question that had been on his mind for awhile, "Reborn, are you staying in Italy with Giotto?"

Reborn smiled deviously. "What? Are you going to miss me if I do?" Feeling his disciple fidget underneath him, his smirked widened. Then he turned serious. "No, there's no need for me to stay, Giotto's learnt all he needed to from me. He's going to study under the Ninth and will be inaugurated as the Boss officially when he turns 18. I will be going back to my job as a hitman, allied to Vongola." Seeing the crestfallen eyes of his student, somewhat proud that the face had remained pretty much impassive throughout the conversation, he snorted. "And you're coming with me." Then he had to hold back the chuckle at seeing the brunet's eyes brighten up, excitement obviously there.

"You really think I'll leave you alone to try and support Vongola and help your brother build a more peaceful mafia when you've hardly any field experience? You're still like a new born babe in this dark world." He smirked as Tsuna frowned (read: pouted) and opened his mouth to retort but the hitman cut him off, "And no, the various accidents you always seem to end up in and the help you gave to famiglia like the Коварства do not count."

"It's not that bad, surely." Tsuna moped.

"I hate to say this, but G's right. You and your brother are both trouble magnets."

1 year later. Italy

Rain fell steadily, muffling the sobs and broken hearted cries that permeated the air around the crowd gathered before the grave stone. Gamma crouched before it, bawling his eyes out, the rest of Giglio Nero, the Arcobaleno and other close famiglia behind him in a similar state.

Giotto had his head bowed; wishing that Yuni was enjoying herself in the afterlife, because he knew without a doubt a soul like hers deserved it. He also wished his brother could be here to pay his respects. Yuni and Tsuna had gotten along really well, like two peas in a pod almost. But he knew that could not happen, because this was a mafia gathering and he would keep his sweet, innocent younger twin away from that world if it was the last thing he did.

"Giotto."

He turned to the familiar squeaky voice. The last time he had seen the chibi hitman had been about a month ago, when Reborn had come back to the Vongola mansion to get an assignment from his grandfather.

"Reborn," he greeted, noting absently that both their voices were much more subdued than usual, but then again his guardians were in a similar state; even Lampo was uncharacteristically quiet. "What a way to celebrate your birthday, huh?" His attempt at humour sounded dry and emotionless in the gloomy atmosphere, even to him. Reborn's face was impossible to read as always.

"Yuni passed away peacefully; she was smiling until the end." This came from Gamma who had walked up to them, eyes still streaming with tears, or was it the rain? His face was grief stricken but his smile was genuine.

"I take it that Giglio Nero was passed onto you?" Reborn gazed at the blond from his perch on Giotto's shoulder.

A nod of affirmation.

"What of the pacifier?"

At this the blond frowned, "I don't know. By the time we thought to check on it, it was already gone." His frown deepened. "We even tried finding it, to no avail, it's like it disappeared into thin air."

At this statement, Giotto felt his breath hitch as his intuition acted up and a sense of foreboding over took his senses.

Same time. England

Tsuna grunted as he navigated the narrow streets of London with ease on a roaring motorbike, trying to lose his pursuers. 'The Scaevita famiglia sure are persistent.' He took a sharp left, narrowly missing a large truck before continuing on. Why was he being chased? Because after hearing the news of Yuni's death a week ago he had been devastated, and resolved to help them out by taking out the Boss of the Scaevita famiglia. That famiglia that had been making consistent attacks on Giglio Nero because they had rejected the Scaevita's offer of transporting merchandise into their territories.

'And for good reason too,' thought the brunet bitterly. After much research and spying he had found out that the Scaevita prided themselves on the transport of merchandise of all kinds, especially of the illegal variety; drugs, weapons, you name it, they did it all. And the worst of it all was human trafficking. Tsuna scowled as he remembered the desperate faces of the people who had been chained. He had been so mad that he'd almost killed the guards. He had then freed everyone, making sure they had a path to safety before continuing on for his true target.

The Boss of the famiglia had been in his private chambers with a young girl, in the process of beating her when Tsuna had arrived. Tsuna had seen red before shooting the despicable man in the head, grabbing the girl and hightailing with her out of there.

And that was why he was now in the middle of a high speed chase with a child wrapped around his waist. There was a helmet on her head as well as the foldable metal plate that he'd thought to bring along and had strapped to her back. The plate was an invention of Shoichi's so that any and all bullets were rebounded off the lighting flame reinforced metal.

He smirked when he realised he couldn't spot his pursuers anymore. The enemy were in cars, which meant that navigating the narrow London streets at evening rush hour for them would be near impossible. Slowing to a more legal pace he made sure to take the most complex path to his next destination; it wouldn't do to be followed.

Arriving at a series of warehouses situated near the Thames, he quickly got off, taking the girl with him before pushing the bike in. Coming out again he took off the helmet on the girl's head, revealing mousey brown hair and large grey eyes that blinked up at him curiously. Smiling indulgently he unstrapped the metal plate from her back noting that there wasn't even a dent in it before folding it up and placing it into his backpack. Placing the helmet with the bike he closed the warehouse doors and turned to the girl, wondering what to do with her.

"What's your name?"

The girl fidgeted nervously, the teen before her had saved her from the bad men in suits and even though he had used the same weapon they had, he seemed nice and had a strange calming presence. "E-Emilia" she stuttered. Her voice had been so soft it was almost lost within the sounds of the lapping waves of the lake, but Tsuna heard her.

"Hello Emilia, my name's Tsunayoshi but you can just call me Tsuna." The brunet crouched down so that he could look her in the eye before asking her, "last name? What about your parents?"

The girl shook her head, clenching her eyes shut as tears started leaking out. "A-Aunt Lila t-took me to this smelly place and left me with those bad men. S-she said they would care for m-me and l-left."

Tsuna's eyes darkened when he heard this, how could anyone do such a thing? He had no doubt the woman had probably gotten money in return. In fact it reminded him somewhat of Chrome's situation, except she had been in a far worse condition when he'd found her. Shaking those thoughts off, he came to a decision.

First off, they needed to get to his safe house for a change of clothes and to bandage Emilia's wounds; luckily nothing looked broken. He also needed to wash off the temporary black dye in his hair -the stuff was gross. After that they would make their way to Italy.

He glanced back at the girl realising that the poor thing was probably very afraid to suddenly be at a place she didn't know. Reaching out, he gave the girl a hug; the child flinched before sinking into his warm embrace as tears started to fall uncontrollably. "Its ok to let it all out," he murmured, rubbing soothing circles into the child's back. "I'll find you a new family, one who'll love you for who you are."

1 day later. Italy (Italian spoken, English spoken)

Among the jubilant yells of children running about stood a beautiful young woman, almost a teen really, humming as she folded up laundry and put them in the wicker basket at her side. She had long blonde hair that flowed to her waist and cheerful aqua eyes. Next to her stood another beauty helping her, this time definitely in her teenage years that had purple hair in an odd pineapple shape and one amethyst eye, the other covered by an eye patch.

"Tsuna!" The shout disrupted the peaceful atmosphere surrounding the two females and they turned to see the brunet struggling to walk out the back door of the Old Italian styled house, a child clinging to each leg and another unknown one in his arms.

The blonde's eyebrow rose. "Another stray, Tsuna?" She asked playfully.

The brunet rubbed the back of his head with his free hand sheepishly. "Sorry for dumping so many kids on you Elena." The girl in his arms squirmed, peeking shyly at the the females. The two that were still attached to Tsuna's legs were looking up curiously at the new child. "I would have brought her to mum but mum's got three kids already and Emilia here is English." At her name, the girl looked up into the kind older male's face wondering what he was saying.

Elena nodded, understanding, and smiled serenely at the girl. "Hello, my name's Elena. I'm in charge of this house; I'm very pleased to meet you." She took note of the bandages peeking out of the blouse the girl was wearing.

The girl gave a shy smile in return, warming up to the kind aura surrounding the lady. "M-my name's Emilia, T-Tsuna talked about you. U-um..." The girl hesitated wondering how to word her question while everyone else waited patiently. "I-Is this an orphanage?" She didn't really want to be separated from the older boy who had saved her to never see him again.

Surprisingly it was Chrome who giggled and replied. "Not exactly, this is a place that Bossu brings people he finds who need a new home and a new family, there's another one like this in Japan. It's a place for you as yourself, to be happy."

The children attached to Tsuna cheered in agreement, having understood despite their limited knowledge of the English language. Tsuna put Emilia down and the children started chattering excitedly to her. She peeked at them shyly before smiling a little. When the children had introduced each other and asked her if she wanted to explore the house through broken English and hand gestures she looked up at Tsuna who nodded and said that he would still be here and needed to talk to the others.

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"So, where'd this one come from? This puts this house to 7 occupants not including me," stated Elena as she passed around mugs of hot chocolate. The three of them had moved to the kitchen, sitting around the island that jutted out of the wall.

Taking a sip, the brunet grimaced before replying, "she was a victim of human trafficking of the Scaevita family, sold to them by her aunt. She doesn't seem to have any parents." Both Chrome's and Elena's eyes darkened upon hearing the news. "I'm hoping that this house will become more of a home to her, and I'm sure she'll get along well with the other children just fine."

"Of course she will!" Elena announced, standing up abruptly. "I'll make her feel at home to the best my ability!" Determination flared in her eyes.

The brunet chuckled. "I have no doubt that if anyone can, it would be you."

Elena felt her cheeks heat up as she sat down huffing. "I swear you're becoming more and more like Signor Reborn. I liked it better when you were adorably cute, not that you aren't now." Putting a hand to her chin she mused. "Actually its more like double kill now, I mean; cute and charming?"

The brunet felt his own blush at the compliment, looking away. Chrome, beside him, giggled. Turning to her he wondered, "where are Ken and Chikusa? I thought Mukuro left them here to 'hold the fort' as he said?"

"They've gone out shopping for some groceries." Chrome felt herself laugh as she saw the brunet pale. "Don't worry, we gave Chikusa the list and a leash. I don't think Ken will try to buy a years supply of gum again."

"Let's hope not, otherwise I'll have to implement some new punishment.," stated Elena, "Maybe making him do bathroom duty for the year."

As Elena devolved into coming up with various suitable punishments and Chrome listened on Tsuna could not help but smile at the familial warmth that surrounded the house that he had taken and made into a home for the various people he'd met over time.

It was located near a small town in the northern half of Italy.

Besides Elena and Chrome, there was Ken and Chikusa, who he'd found along with Chrome and Mukuro, the 5 year old twins who had latched themselves onto his feet; Sunny and Sam, Ivan an 8 year old most likely cooped up in his room hacking into some secret files and now Emilia. At least, these were the more permanent of the residents -there were a few others who popped by to offer assistance or used the place as a getaway or safe house.

The place itself had a subtle but very effective security system and was connected to several other places via a maze of underground tunnels. This was just in case he or the others happened to attract unwanted visitors, which usually consisted of the authorities, violent people from the underground world or even the odd monster or two.

"Um... Bossu."

He turned his attention back to Chrome, he had long since given up trying to get her to call him by his name. He didn't even know why she stuck with a title in Japanese of all things, in fact she'd taken a liking to using the Japanese honorifics. Although when Elena had first met Chrome and heard her call him that, she had squealed like a rabid fangirl and glomped Chrome again (the first time was when she first laid eyes on the purplette) cooing about how cute the little moniker was.

"How long are you staying?"

His expression turned serious, and the two women followed suit. "As much as I'd love to stay and help Emilia get settled, I have a flight to catch in 5 hours."

"So soon?" Elena frowned. "What happened?"

"Someone's after me," was the cryptic reply.

"With your occupation I wouldn't be surprised," Elena stated dryly.

"I don't mean that someone's after me as in my assassin self, I mean that someone's after me, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

Chrome gasped understanding and concern laced within her purple eye. "What happened in Namimori? Mama wasn't hurt was she?"

"No, mum wasn't involved, thank heavens for that. But Takeshi got hurt." Tsuna's expression became pained. "Kyoya contacted me when I was on my way here, he said that 'I' was destroyed and Takeshi was unconscious when he found them on Nami-chuu grounds, the culprit had already disappeared." The blonde woman opened her mouth to speak but Tsuna beat her to it. "Takeshi will be fine; he's just got a sprained wrist and a slight concussion from when he was knocked out. He didn't get to see who it was that attacked though."

"Whoever it was must have been strong." Chrome peered worriedly at Tsuna. "I mean, the 'you' there had been tested by both Mukuro-nii and Hibari-san, together." Oh yes, those two had had a field day trying to kill 'him' since 'he' wasn't real and it didn't matter to them if 'he' died.

The brunet just sighed, leaning back in his chair as he rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Yeah, that's why I have to go back and see if I can find any clues, plus my brother's going to blow a gasket when he hears of this and I'm sure he will."

Suddenly Elena let out a high pitched scream, startling the both of them. "Oh no, if you have to leave so soon that means we've only got about 2 hours left!"

Tsuna peered at her confusedly. "Left for what?"

"For celebrating your 17th birthday, silly!"

Some time later. Italy. Vongola mansion

Giotto was busy signing some papers and reading over them, grumbling under his breath while Reborn stood next to him, gun pointed at his face. He couldn't believe the amount of paperwork that came with being a boss, and no matter how much Grandfather Timoteo tried to sugar coat it; it certainly wasn't a thing he was looking forward to. Not to mention, here he was, stuck in his office at gun point, on his 17th birthday, and his hyper intuition still giving him a headache. He could also catch the scent of the food from the kitchens where he knew a ridiculously grand feast was being prepared. He could almost taste the delectable cake being baked...

He fell back with a loud cry as his face was forcefully pushed into the chair, the wheels spinning back with the momentum and then felt himself and the chair topple out the open window that had been behind him. There was a crash as the chair landed in the rose bushes below, Giotto himself floating in HDWM outside the window. "What the hell was that for Reborn!?"

"Don't drool on the paperwork Dame-Gio."

Flying back inside he gave his former-tutor another glare before extinguishing his flames, eyes returning to their natural blue colour. After yesterday, Reborn had returned with them to Vongola mansion, there had been a small celebration for his birthday, nothing too big although Dino had been there. Apparently he thought torturing Giotto would make up for the lack of celebration. The blond scowled. Then sobered as he realised this would be the first birthday he would celebrate without his twin. He winced as his head throbbed once again as his hyper intuition acted up. 'Wait-' he blinked, was his intuition reacting to his thoughts on Tsuna?

"Giotto!" The door slammed open, revealing G and Asari. Both panting as if they'd run a marathon, which they probably did; the Vongola mansion was huge.

"What's wrong?" Reborn asked.

Giotto could feel trepidation rising in him at the uncharacteristic serious looks on his best friends' faces.

"Dad called, apparently Takeshi was attacked and..." started Asari, eyes distressed.

"...Tsuna's missing." G finished.

A/N: Would this amount to a cliff hanger? Oh well. And please don't kill me! Don't get me wrong I love Yuni, she's absolutely adorable. But its needed for my plot.

This is quite literally the first time I've ever written a fanfic and probably a year since I've done any creative writing. So Constructive Criticism and Reviews are welcomed!

Other than that, I will try to update when I can, but it will most likely be erratic. And I'm not sure if people prefer really long chapters like this, or shorter ones. Next chapter will have a few flash back scenes and OC's may be there but they don't play a big part of the story.