Author's Note:

Chapter 3, here. I'm really sad that I didn't get many reviews…I guess it's not really interesting… But I really appreciate and grateful for those who had reviewed the chapters. Thank you very much! Please review this chapter as well after reading it :)

Namimori Town, North Japan, which is located on the coast near Tokyo, was a place like many other small southern towns. It was the kind of place where humidity rose so high in the summer that walking out to get the mail made a person feel as if he needed a shower, and kids walked around from April through October beneath Cherry Blossoms trees, and the air smelled of pine, salt, and sea, a scent that common in throughout Japan.

A brunet boy, his name was Mitsusada Sawada, twelve years old. Yesterday, he just began his first day as seventh grade student or to be more precise, his first day as middle-school student. He was attending Namimori Middle School. The school where most people that living in Namimori Town attends, including his parents, relatives, and several of his friends. And now, he was on his way home after tiring second day of middle school.

If you look everywhere physically, he's not sick, he's healthy and he is indeed healthy actually. So, he was supposed to look just fine, living his life peacefully, normally…until yesterday after school…when he met him.

He knew this is quite sudden, but right here on the spot, he hoped everyone could identify whether this is correct or just plain crazy?

For example, does this kind of treatments appear violent and exaggerated?

His mind rewound back to yesterday night.

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Mitsusada opened his eyes and found himself inside his room. He rubbed his eyes, looking around his room and from outside window, he realized it was already nighttime. He sighed in relief. It was only a dream. Yes. A self-proclaimed greatest hitman in the world named Reborn, his father being a Mafia Boss and he as his successor…

"It was all just a dream…" Mitsusada uttered gladly.

"No it isn't."

He shuddered as he heard that voice. That was his voice…Mitsusada nervously turned around and there it is, the man with black suit and fedora with green chameleon sat on his shoulder. He crossed his arms as he smirked at the brunet, pistol being played in his hand. Mitsusada gulped.

"…Reborn…" The brunet uttered his name. "So…it was real…"

"Yes and so, starting tomorrow, you will undergo training to become a great Mafia Boss like your father." The hitman said.

"Urgh." Mitsusada groaned inwardly. Why this is happening to him? Who, in their right mind would agree to become a Mafia boss after being told by a stranger who appeared out of nowhere and greeted them with explosive weapons?

"No." Mitsusada refused straightly. "I hate violence and I only want a peaceful life." He told him his reason. He looked at him straight in the eyes, showing that he is serious about it. He mustn't back down so easily. He must show him my unwillingness for the job.

"Don't even think that I'll let you go so easily. I'll make you even if I have to use force." Reborn smirked back at the brunet. Whenever he smirked at him that way, Mitsusada have a bad feeling about it. Something not good will definitely happened…

Now, Mitsusada's mind switched to what happened this morning in his room before he went to school…

"Wake up, Mitsusada." Reborn threw the brunet off from his bed. Literally threw him. "The breakfast is ready. Now get up and change."

Mitsusada hit the floor painfully. He rubbed the back of his head where it hit the floor first. He exhaled and inhaled, trying to control his anger. If he lost his patience, he lost. He regained his composure and faced the man in front of him.

"Thank you, but I can wake up by myself." Mitsusada said calmly and walked out towards the kitchen/dining room with Reborn following him behind.

Once he reached the room, Mitsusada sat on his chair beside his father with Saki and Hide sitting across us but not before greeting them a good morning, which they all replied the same. Kyoko and Nana were still cooking. Reborn then took a seat beside his dad on the other side and started to eat as well.

Reborn reached for Mitsusada's French toast with my sticks to start eating. But before Mitsusada could even took a slightest bite, Reborn snatched it away as he tied it to his green chameleon that transformed into a mini helicopter that flew away with my French toast.

Mitsusada immediately chase it that soon turned into running away for his life from hails of bullets from Reborn behind him who is shooting him with those rifles of his.

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"Just how worse can this be?" Mitsusada sighed tiredly, scratching his head.

Rapid footsteps approached him from behind and knocked him to the side, causing him to fall onto his butt. Mitsusada looked at the people who bumped into him without even apologizing. He then noticed that they had bumped into someone again, causing his elbow to catch the edge of one of the hastily made wooden baskets that held a bundle of apples. The baskets, apples and all tumbled to the ground, scattering over the ground.

The merchant who saw what happened approached the boy who had accidently dropped all the baskets and apples and from the way the merchant talked at the boy, he must have demanding payback. From the way the boy raised his hand in defense, Mitsusada assumed that either he had no money or his money were not enough to pay him back.

Without any second thought, Mitsusada walked towards the merchant and the boy.

"I don't care you don't have enough money or not! Pay back my apples!" The tall and fat merchant said to the boy angrily.

"I already told you, I don't have enough money right now. Let me take my wallet at my house first then I'll pay you back." The boy said.

"Like hell I can wait that long! These apples must be put in stock in five minutes, but now that you had ruined it, I need to cover it! And since you're the one who caused it, you're the one who need to take the responsibility!" He insisted.

At this, the purple haired boy's eyes sharpened, sending shivers throughout the merchant's body, even though he didn't realize that it was from the boy. The boy opened his mouth, about to speak again.

"I-"

"I'm sorry." The boy and the merchant blinked at the polite tone as a brunet stood between them, facing the merchant. "It was my fault that he knocked your goods, so I'll be the one to pay you back."

The purple haired boy's eyes widened as he caught sight of a twenty thousand yen being pressed into the man's grubby hands. The merchant himself looked floored. He then snickered, thinking that perhaps he could trick him to get more until he saw Mitsusada's stern look.

"That should be enough to cover your loss, right?" Mitsusada said coldly.

The merchant nodded his head vigorously before he hastily tucked the bill away.

As they reached the takoyaki stand, Mitsusada found his stomach grumbled, much to his embarrassment until he heard another stomach, the purple haired boy's, grumbling from his companion who tried to hide his embarrassment. Mitsusada has to hold his urge to chuckle as he spotted a tint of pink on the purple haired boy's cheeks and opted to order two takoyaki to fill their stomachs.

Once it finished, he gave the takoyaki to the purple haired boy, telling him it'll be his treat. The purple haired boy, on the other hand, looked suspicious and rather hesitant.

"Why were you doing that?"

Mitsusada turned to the purple haired boy. Now that he took closer look at him, he finally recognized him as the foreign student who came late and last yesterday morning at school. He is in the same class as him.

"This is my problem, so why were you helping me?" He asked again.

Mitsusada only smiled and replied softly. "It was my fault that I just let them get away after rudely bumping into me. If only I have stopped them that time, then you won't knock down those baskets. So, it was indirectly my fault."

The purple haired boy looked at the brunet incredulously. Really, it wasn't his fault and yet he feels responsible for it. Either the brunet was weird or too nice.

The purple haired boy looked away as he spoke. "So, now that you helped me, what do you want from me in return?" He asked. His voice was sharp and cynical.

Mitsusada noticed this. It sure hurt a lot to hear while he did it out of good will and willingly. What surprising the foreign student was, the brunet didn't look offended but instead, he smiled.

"I do not want anything from you. You were in trouble, so I had to step in. And besides," Mitsusada looked up at the purple haired boy. His amber eyes were warm but firm. "Do you always need a logic reason to help someone?"

The purple haired boy frowned. He looked at the brunet for several seconds before mumbling, "You're naïve. People don't do that." He scowled. "Everyone helps themselves. Do things merely for their own satisfaction."

Mitsusada eyed the purple haired boy. And from the way he talked and looked at him, he understood. He don't know what actually happened to the boy in front of him, and he knew very well that he don't have any right to meddling with his personal life, backgrounds, and all since they've just met, but he could tell…that this boy was similar as him in a way. He could tell from his eyes that he had gone through a lot of hardship and lonely, maybe even worse than him. His intuition told him so.

"That is wrong," Mitsusada voiced simply. "When someone is in trouble, I believe we should help them." He took a bite of his takoyaki. "There are many kinds of people in this world. We cannot just judge people in the whole world from people that we have encountered. Compared with all people in the world, the people we knew and met were only just a few part of it."

"You have to look the world from every single angle. Even if you reached the same conclusion, there must be something can be analyzed. Sometimes, you mustn't too focus on common senses you know." Mitsusada added.

"Your point is? What do you want me to do?" The foreigner asked.

"I don't want you to do anything." He took one takoyaki from the confused man before continued.

"It is your life, and it is something precious that you need to cherish till the end. Don't bow down to others' desires if you think it is wrong. Walk your own path and do what you think is right. Do not let anyone force you into doing something you believe is wrong or else you'll regret it and you'll destroy your own life. Just like justice, good, or evil, those are something that decided individually."

"But in the end, the only thing that will stay true…is our will" Mitsusada kicked a bottle near his feet away to street and turned back with eyes of determination. "And if you have people who are important to you, and they also reciprocated your feelings, then I'm sure they will be there for you and help you."

Surprise and disbelieve flashed in the foreign student's face. He did nothing but stared blankly at the smiling brunet in front of him. Various emotions filled him as he lowered his head so his face was covered by his bangs. When he didn't respond the brunet's call for him, the brunet boy was trying to snap him out by giving a tap on his shoulder, only to have his hand brush off from him by the foreigner.

Mitsusada looked up, only to find the foreign student staring at him with undisguised triumph and amusement. He was even more surprised when he suddenly laughed, which kind of freaked him out that they took a step back from the laughing boy.

He sighed from too much laughing as he murmured to himself that the other two teens could not hear. "…You're as astounding as we first fought…"

"Did you say something?" Mitsusada asked.

"Kufufu…no, nothing. It's just that, I never once met someone like you, who will give some speech to person that you just met." He said in amused tone. Mitsusada flushed in embarrassment.

The foreigner snickered at the brunet, raising his brows. "You're really an interesting person."

Mitsusada's face reddened even further but happy by the compliment. " I'm Mitsusada Sawada. What's your name?" He extended his hand for the foreigner to take.

"I'm Nichrome. Nichrome Dokuro." He accepted the hand.

"Where did you come from?"

"I'm a half. My father is Italian while my mother is Japanese." Nichrome explained. He looked back at his takoyaki and remembered. "Here, this is the payback for the takoyaki." He brought out 500 yen from his pocket.

Mitsusada shook his head, refusing the money. "I'm treating my friends, so you don't need to pay me back." He said playfully.

Nichrome openly eyed the brunet who smiled brightly at him. Friends? Since when did they become friends?

"…Friends?" Nichrome uttered, gaining the other teens' attentions. "I never agreed to becoming friends with you. We just met a while ago." He said.

Mitsusada clapped his hands, as if he just realized that it was true. He was caught up with the moment and somehow forgot the fact that they just met today. "Well, how should I put it into words…"

"There's this entertaining aroma coming from you." Mitsusada answered with thumb up like it was a compliment. He didn't even notice a vine popped on the purple haired boy's face.

Nichrome snickered again as he chuckled mockingly. "Sorry to say this but, I have no interest to becoming friends with you." He said straightly.

The previous warm atmosphere became tense as the two boys becoming silent. Nichrome grinned eerily without any intention to apologize, and Mitsusada's face blank at the cold words from the purple haired boy.

"We are far from becoming friends." Nichrome continued. "I don't even know the first thing about you. It's impossible."

He backed away. "Bye, bye, then. See you tomorrow at school."

He started to walk to his way home. However, he stopped by a hand on his shoulder and looked back to see the brunet looking at him with surprisingly enthusiastic expression.

"Then, if we start to get to know each other from now on, will you become my friend?" The brunet said enthusiastically, his smile didn't leave his face.

Nichrome was taken aback by the brunet's smile and enthusiasm. Even after all those harsh words, the brunet still responded it with smile and even still offering friendship? Just how optimistic can he be?

"No." Nichrome answered after ten seconds of thinking.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not interested."

"Why not?"

"I'm fine by myself."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I learn to take care of myself alone since I was a kid."

"Don't you feel lonely to be alone?"

"I have my family."

"Do you think they will be happy?"

"I can deal with that."

"Won't you at least consider it?"

"Why are you so persistent?" The purple haired teen finally snapped, getting irritated by the brunet's nonstop questions and utter persistent.

Mitsusada glanced over the purple haired teen. He frowned inwardly when the boy turned to him, grinning creepily. Doesn't he know that smile was so fake that it's practically falling off? He wondered. He sighed and kept his smile, looking at the taller boy straight in the eye.

"Sorry. I don't mean to get into your personal business while we just met. But, I'm curious. Curious of that façade grin that you pulling off." He said bluntly. He watched as the grin slipped for about a millisecond before smoothing over again. But a calculating expression had entered the boy's eyes.

"I do not get…what you mean." Nichrome answered, looking puzzled.

Mitsusada liked this boy, even though they had just met. He was curious as to why the boy hid behind such a playful smile and intimidating presence, but held it off. He didn't know what, but there was definitely something about this teen that interested him. And he really did want to be friends. Maybe that would make a real smile appear.

"Never mind," Mitsusada waved it off, before letting another, genuine warm smile appear on his face.

"I really hope I can get along. See you tomorrow at school, Dokuro-kun!" Mitsusada waved as left the shopping district. As he turned, Mitsusada caught a look of surprise pass over Nichrome's face at Mitsusada's obvious sincerity. Mitsusada smiled inwardly.

Nichrome stared at the retreating back, his grin fading. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't all that clueless. He knew this boy had seen straight through his smile and presence and had even called him out on it. Interesting. No one had been able to do that before.

Wow. At first he thought the brunet was just a younger version of plain old Vongola Decimo. The last time he met the Vongola Boss, his impression was: he was an old man who even though strong and capable leader of Vongola, was also a scummy bastard who never fails to deliver the lame that wants nothing more but to avoid paperwork which always resulted with him getting the end of the Arcobaleno's wrath. And after watching him yesterday during the class and testing him, he was pretty sure that he would be the same.

But…

"Kufufufu…Mitsusada Sawada…you sure have naïve way of thinking…"