Xx Amnesia xX

Summary : After a legendary battle where he singlehandedly dealt with a giant rival mafia family, Vongola Decimo disappeared without a trace. Two years later, the Rain and Storm Guardians found an ordinary, pathetically clumsy dark brown-haired man uncannily similar to their disappearing boss in a FREAKING FAMILY-RUN CAFÉ! Semi-AU/TYL

Disclaimer : I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. It's Akira Amano's. I just messed her work with weird ideas :P!

Warning : This is a HUMOUR and FLUFFY fic, but the fluffiness not guaranteed! Sadistic!Tsuna in this chapter...

Chapter 10

The Truth

"We're here."

An eye-catching sleek black limousine pulled up in front of an abandoned industrial site. A silver-haired man was first to step out to scrutinize the area. After detecting no eminent dangers, he signaled to the other passengers. Other five suit-clad men then got out of the car. They entered the building block mentioned in the letter with guns in hands.

The right hand man fearlessly headed the group and shouted out fearlessly, "You bastards! Release Juudaime now!"

However, there was no helpless brunet tied up and beaten by some scoundrels as he expected. Instead, the said brunet was tying up and beating the kidnappers mercilessly and effortlessly. Pitiful screams asking for life to be spared could be heard.

The storm guardian was between wanting to hug his boss in relief for his safety and memory regain and screaming at the chilling massacre he was seeing.

Sadly, he didn't have any choice as his sadistic boss heard him and turned to smile brightly as if nothing gory just happened, "Hello, there, Hayato. Sorry for dealing with them before you guys."

Seeing that charming smile again, he could not hold down the urge to rush and embrace his boss in tears, "Juudaime!"

The young mafia boss opened up his arms for a reunion hug. Other guardians followed, except Mukuro, Hibari, and Reborn, of course. (Would be creepy if they did…)

"Ha ha, Sawada is extremely back," said the sun guardian cheerfully.

"Stupid! He is always our Juudaime!" Gokudera corrected.

"Hey, but, that just contradicts what you said when first finding Tsuna again!" Yamamoto reminded.

"Sh-shut up!"

All of a sudden, Tsuna interrupted this lively conversation in a (deceptively) gentle tone, "Sorry, everyone, but could you let me finish my business here?"

Afraid of a pissed Tsunayoshi, they immediately nodded and froze.

The brown-haired boss then squatted and stared into his barely conscious kidnapper's burnt face grimly. He said in a cold, calm voice, "I was wrong to let you alive. I thought you would not pose a threat to us again after your power was taken."

He took out his gun and was about to pull the ticker at the ugly man's forehead, "Farewell."

"Wait, Shou!" the tied-up blond stopped the brunet in his tracks.

"Y-You don't have to kill him even though he didn't learn his lessons!" Lampo agreed.

"It's better if you send them to the police," Asari advised.

The brunet then paused in what seemed to be consideration and lowered his gun. Then he did the unexpected.

He laughed.

Like he was dying.

"Ha ha ha, You guys thought I'm seriously going to kill him," the mafia boss said breathlessly, "Your shocked reactions are so hilarious to see."

'Erm, is that humour? ' everyone sweat-dropped.

"I didn't come upon Vongola Decimo as a sadistic person," G said in disbelief.

"It's thanks to me," said the Decimo's former tutor with pride.

Next morning, the Cologne police found a burnt-faced man and two younger men, all heavily injured and knocked out along with a note.

Yes, a note from the dreaded Vongola Decimo.

It said, 'Please take these people into custody. They were drug dealers and kidnappers.

–Vongola Decimo'

With his signature flame seal to verify the authenticity too!

Consequently, not wanting to coping with the rage of the Decimo and fight a bloodthirsty force hundred times bigger than themselves, the police immediately decided to give the suspects life sentences.

Meanwhile, in a remote island, a little cozy café was filled with people. All of Giotto's regular customers and Tsuna's guardians were present. Everyone was seated at a large table with a cup of hot coffee in their hands.

The brown-haired head of the Italian underground was sitting at the head of the table, "Now, it's high time I started explaining my story these past few years. It began when—

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Tsuna sighed tiredly as he finished with his hundred-something-th opponent. His rare moment of peace and nutrition, his breakfast, was disrupted by some stupid family that opposed to his movement against the drug trade in Italy. As it was a busy time of year, his guardian was all out on a mission, so he had to deal with this unexpected enemy alone. Sigh…

As he reached a gigantic luxurious gold-rimmed door which appeared to be an entrance to the boss's office, two bodyguards lunged at him with gunfire. He dodged the bullets with ease and appeared before them to deliver blowing kicks in a flash, knocking them out.

This overtime job for a boss started to piss him a bit. The irritated boss slam the door open to get this done once and for all.

"Well, well, isn't this Vongola Decimo," a cunning voice probably of a middle-aged man greeted him.

'…'

The Decimo was not in the mood to be teased.

"How impressive. As expected from the leader of the Italian underground. Able to wipe out all my men in an hour."

The man stepped out of the shadow, revealed to have a typical gruesome rectangular face with a mustache, a veteran X sword wound on his right cheek and a shiny gold tooth. The man waved his hand in an excessively theatrical way.

'…'

His patience was almost at his end.

"… but, sadly, this would be your end…"

This showy old man was undeniably annoying!

The Vongola boss turned to face the older boss with his famous death-to-you glare, making him hesitate a bit. Nevertheless, the man soon had the courage to continue again by presenting a capsule in his hands in a supremely ostentatious manner.

"This is the memory loss pill! If we slip this into your mouth, you are sure to—

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"So the reason you lost your memory was really because of their pills?" Gokudera said in hatred.

But the answer was a simple "NO," said his boss in a deadpanned face, "Seriously, Hayato, how could you believe in that rubbish?"

"Huh?" everybody exclaimed in surprise.

"How did you lose your memory, then?" Asari asked in curiosity.

The brown-haired boss's face turned a bit red at that, "The truth is a bit embarrassing—

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"This is the memory loss pill! If we slip this into your mouth, you are sure to-"

The drug-dealing mafia boss suddenly found his hands caught in an iron grip. Since when had Decimo moved? The capsule was taken from his hand and suddenly inserted into his mouth.

…What an unprecedented turn of event…

The old mafia boss closed his eyes in fear. He was gping to turn into what seemed to be an Alzheimer patient in his retirement age. Bye bye the glory of being the boss!

However, nothing happened.

The grip was loosened. The man panted for a breath. The suspense was too bad for his heart.

"As I thought, the pill project wasn't successful," said the brunet in a cold, intimidating tone, "You waste my time. I still have a lot of paperwork to deal with…"

The failed boss only saw death, "I-I-I'm sorry! Please spare me!"

"…"

"I still have a mansion, five resorts, ten cars and sixteen women to look after!"

The man expected a bullet running through his brain, but he felt a gloved hand on his face instead. Suddenly, it burst in flames and his face was excruciatingly burnt. He screamed in pain.

"This is for wasting my office hours," Vongola Decimo said in a totally enraged voice, spunding like a drunk middle-aged salary man. He then flashed a sadistic smirk, "You deserved it."

(Erm… Tsuna, this is a 'T' fiction. I don't want to make it M because there is no slut, okay?)

In a great haste, Tsuna was dashing out without looking around himself and, unfortunately, that clumsy side of his did not die yet, so as he was flying back to the mansion, he made a mistake of accidentally having his own head banged into a pole.

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"That's" Giotto slowly processed, "a bit…"

"Unexpected?"

"So you lost your memory because you knocked into a pole," G said laughing a his life out.

"You're so idiotic, ha ha!" Lampo guffawed.

Bang!Bang!

The brown-haired boss clicked his tongue at his marksmanship. Two bullets just missed his offenders' heads by a centimeter.

-Awkward silence-

The leader of the Italian mafia put his weapon away and smiled innocently as if nothing happened, "Then I fell right through Giotto-san's roof. I completely lost my memory and became a worker here, clear?"

-Simultaneous nodding-

After an unsettling silence, Asari suddenly broke the ice, trying to put his words carefully, "Still, I can't see how you could be that different from what you are now."

"Back then, you were such a wimp," Daemon added and was punished by feeling the cup in his hand het hotter and hotter…

And hotter and hotter…

until it burnt in his hand!

"Ouch!" he yelped in pain, looking at the cheery brunet.

"Opps, sorry. I couldn't control my emotions sometimes."

DAT MAFIA BOSS!

The brunet continued to sip his coffee disinterestedly.

"Anyway, though too long, it was a good break for me, thanks," the young boss said in a grateful tone.

That is when his former teacher decided to join in, "By the way, Tsuna…"

"Yes, Reborn?"

"You have 26,500 piles of 2-year paperwork to finish"

Slam!

The table was hit with a great force and a loud noise like a bolt by the brunet. Another awkward pause. Then the brunet suddenly smiled sunnily, "I guess we should start packing," and left the room right then.

When his footsteps could not be heard, the table split into two with a fearful crack to the terror of everyone, including Reborn. He knew, however, that his student would not flee from his duty. Well, he just couldn't.

A few days later

"So you're leaving now?" the blond-haired owner of Cielo café asked with a twinge of sadness. They were at a small port of the island seeing off their mafiaso friends.

"Yes," said the brown-haired boss with a thankful smile, "Thanks for everything."

Suppressing his feelings about a parting with a young man he had been with for all these two years, Giotto forced a sad smile on his face.

Seeing through the blond, Tsuna smiled more brightly, extending his hands, "I promise we will visit again."

The café proprietor lit up and accepted the hand with his two hands gladly, "Promise?"

"Yes," the brunet nodded gently to confirm.

"Juudaime! The ship is going to leave now!" his right hand called out.

"So," Decimo bowed and got on his feet, "See you later."

As the Vongola started to set out. The blond-haired man shouted "See you later" and waved in a very friendly way.

- END -

Author's note

Finally, I pulled off this fiction till its main completion! Thank you for keeping reading for so long! I really appreciated all the reviews, favourites and follows. This is probably my best fiction so far!

But it would not end just here. No, I won't do a sequel, lol. I'm thinking of giving it a finishing touch with an epilogue. If I have time, that's it.

What do you think about the real reason behind Tsuna's amnesia? Idiotic plot twist, is it :P? So weird that it's no longer a plot twist, right. That's Tea-stained Brain's dry humour for you! I thought the unexpected and absurd might be quite humorous. I still laughed how I came up with the memory loss pill rubbish. Well, I planned for Tsuna to actually lose his memory because of a concussion from the beginning.

I'm sorry if this Tsuna is so sadistic that he sounds a bit OCC, but it's funny to see Tsuna like this.

To sum up, it was fun writing this fiction. It started off as an interesting idea I came up with one morning, and I didn't thought it would be this successful. Minor success it may be, yet I'm proud. I will keep writing humour fic from now on as well.

PS. I have some ideas. I am going to do a police fic next. I'd love to try writing about our mafiasi turned into the police, their enemy.