Title: Fate's Red String

Summary: dye the strings of fate connecting us with the red of blood...

Author: T-gal

Warning: Non-Con, Violence, Possible Spoilers, Etc

Pairing: Allx27

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"Oi. Dame-Tsuna! stop spacing out!" Turning away from the window of the plane, Tsuna gave a sigh. He had not long

ago found himself on a plane to Italy with nothing but a small suitcase, carrying his 'dying will' pills and X gloves.

There were also some clothing shoved into the bag as well as some other things.

Tsuna and Reborn were not the only passengers on the Vongola private jet, Squalo was there along with his three thick

skinned and stubborn guardians. He had no idea how Ryohei had gotten into the mess, but he was there.

They had refused to let Tsuna go alone and so his other half was forced to oblige, more for Tsuna's comfort.

Tsuna was more than happy to have his three friends beside him, but also knew he would send for the other three guardians.

It was his intuition that told him this, and it failed to be wrong. His intuition was also telling him to be on guard, and he naturally

became cautious.

The tenth Vongola heir began to wonder if his intuition came from Ketsueki, his other side was more reminicent of the Vongola Primero,

than Tsuna could ever be.

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Both Gokudera and Yamamoto had seen and been to Italy before, the only one who had not seen the country was Tsuna. The small

boy had found it funny that Squalo was the only sore thumb in the group with his all black leather attire in the warm weather. Tsuna

had to admit if it weren't for Ketsueki he would have never gotten the chance to see Squalo become uncomfortable and childish as

he complained about the Varia uniform, and the 'stupid' heat.

Squalo's cursing suddenly stopped, causing everyone to trace back his gaze to a black stretch limo, with no license plates. A familiar face

stepped out of the back, causing Squalo's string of curses to once again ignite.

Lussuria waved in his normal flamboyant fashion, shouting 'yoo-hoo's and getting excited upon seeing Ryohei. Tsuna saw that Squalo was becoming hesitant

to get into the airconditioned limo, but a shove from Yamamoto and some curses latter had all of them on their way to the Vongola lair.

The ride was enjoyable, but loud. Lussuria, Yamamoto and Ryohei had somehow started a drinking competition, forcing the others to join. Gokudera

kept sputtering about how a right hand man shouldn't drink while the boss was present, but he was waved off and forced into it. Squalo was another

unwilling participant, but quickly began to change his attitude as the thought of beating Yamamoto.

Tsuna himelf had been given a drink, but not forced to play in the competition, for which he was glad. He couldn't be off quard and do something

stupid, like begin stripping. The two tipsy Varia members both agreed that their uniforms were to hot even with the A/C blasting, and began to remove

their shirts. By the time the reached the first gate of the Vongola estate, every participant in the drinking game was drunk and the liquor cabinet that had been

fully stocked was dry.

Tsuna couldn't keep from laughing at his guardians and the Varia duo as they acted like children. Yamamoto who was naturally happy, became an absolute

leech onto Tsuna and was actually bickering with Gokudera. Instead of the easy going attitude he was known for, Yamamoto became extremely possessive.

Gokudera was still his ussual devoted almost fan-girl self, but with a twist of a clingy attitude. Ryohei seemed the least affected by the alcohol which Tsuna

wondered about. Lussuria and Squalo were in a competition, which kept swiching subjects.

Smiling was the only thing Tsuna could do as the party of powerful fighters continued to bicker. Tsuna was glad that he hadn't participated in the game, but

he glanced down at his full glass and figured it was best not to waste the drink and found himself slamming down the feirce liquid.

"Fuah!" The small sound had caught everyones attention, and turning their gaze to the flushed Vongola double takes were taken to assure themselves

he was still male.

Tsuna felt hot not only because of the drink but the eyes on him. "What?"

Squalo turned to Yamamoto who had his arms around Tsuna's waist, and spoke. "Voi! Your boss looks like a girl..." The silverhaired swordsman laughed a little.

Yamamoto laughed as well. "I know..." The baseball maniac giggled.

"Hey! So what? Our boss is cuter and stronger than yours!" Gokudera tried to defend his boss, but was only making the tenth blush.

Lussuria gave a depressed sigh. "Its true. Boss ain't cute..." The green haired fighter immediatly brightened and grinned toward Tsuna in a leering fashion.

"But Tsu-chan is extremely cute!" The nickname made Tsuna choke, but laugh a little.

The car was pulling to a stop, when the door was nearly ripped open to reveal a very immpatient Xanxus. Lussuria said something that would forever make Tsuna

laugh, and blush.

"Boss ain't cute at all, he is so rude." The Varia fighter then left without fear in his drunk state, and Squalo followed snickering a bit. Tsuna was surprised that Xanxus hadn't

done anything but brush it aside.

Xanxus barked for them to get out and the driver to take the car away, mumbling about having to wait for 'trash to finally blow in'. Tsuna didn't like the comment and made it

known to Xanxus that he didn't appreciate the terms.

"I would prefer it if you say things in a more civil manner instead of labeling everyone besides your own reflection trash." Tsuna said as he swung his bag onto his shoulder,

staring straight at Xanxus. Ketsueki gave him the confidence to face down the scarred man without fear.

"Che! I just call it as I see it." Xanxus replied barely showing his surprise at the change in Tsuna. "Then you need to get your eyes checked, badly." Tsuna gave a

smile and followed the man who was to lead them to their rooms, then take him to the Ninth.

Xanxus was left with his eyebrows in his hair line.

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For convenience sake Gokudera, Yamamoto and Ryohei all shared a room, and they were all a little annoyed by it. That is until Tsuna offered to room with one of the three.

The competition for the place as Tsuna's room mate was about to start when Reborn walked in.

"Oi! What's this? I never thought you would start a competition Dame-Tsuna..." Tsuna simply shrugged. The winner was decided quickly in a game of rock-paper-scissors.

Yamamoto won all rounds, leaving Gokudera in defeat and Ryohei in flames of exicetment.

Tsuna hadn't thought much about there only being a large king size bed, or the idea of sharing the bed, but Yamamoto did. The baseball player still drunk, blushed

bright red discovering that there was only one bed and Tsuna didn't mind sharing, thinking of it as a sleep over.

Gulping hard Yamamoto tossed his gym bag with his things on the floor and began getting ready for bed, having arrived in Italy at night. A knock and a few words from

a man dressed in a black suit had Tsuna about to follow the man. Yamamoto called out to Tsuna to stop him.

"Where are you going?" The worry in his voice was obvious, but Tsuna smiled and waved him off. "I am just going to say hi to the Ninth, I'll be back shortly." Even

intoxicated Yamamoto knew that Tsuna didn't want him to follow. So the baseball maniac was left in the large empty room with no-one but the already asleep

Reborn.

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The Ninth greeted Tsuna with a smile that was returned. "Greetings Tsunayoshi, How was your flight? Good I hope." The tone in the last words left

Tsuna with fear for the pilots if he said no. "It was enjoyable, much better than riding in first class." Tsuna laughed a little remembering the car ride.

Tiamo (I think thats his name) smiled widely at the news.

"How do you like Italy so far?" Tsuna knew the answer to that right away. "Its beautiful, but I still have lots to see yet." Tiamo nodded in affirmation.

"Yes, there is much, much more to see, but we need to get to buissness Tsunayoshi. Do you know why I called you here?" Honesly Tsuna hadn't

a clue, but new he would soon find out. "No..."

"I called you here, Tsuna not only as the ninth, but a friend of your father. There have been some occurances that have been brought to my attention,

involving you." Tsuna stiffened, did they know about the man who attacked him, that he had split personalities since?

"Not long ago I sent one of my men to check your progress, they turned up dead a day later." Tsuna's palms began to sweat, did he accidently kill

the man?

"She was one of our best, I am sure you saw the news about a woman with her heart removed...that was my spy." Tiamo finished looking to

Tsuna for his reaction. The boy stared at the floor blankly before responding with determination. "Even if it is one man, or an army, any loss

should not be taken lightly. I want the killer found, and I want to deal with him personally." Tiamo gave a strained smile seeing the feirce eyes his

heir held.

"I am afraid that is not possible Tsunayoshi, we do not know the strength of the current enemy and if anything were to happen to you..." Tiamo was

cut off. "I have reinforcement. As the future boss I must put my family before myself, and the future of the Vongola before myself aswell."

Tiamo could not speak, the brown eyes he had been staring into had changed into a feiry golden, almost red color. Tsuna's eyes were filled with promise.

Dismissing his heir Tiamo turned to Reborn, who was awake and there from the begining. Tiamo smiled before asking the arcobaleno's opinion.

"Did you see his eyes?...What do you think Reborn?" The arcobaleno smiled and simply said, "I have done my job, he has to do his now."

Tiamo nodded before making a call to a allied family.

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Tsuna was surprised to find Yamamoto still barely awake, waiting for him. Yamamoto sprung to his feat upon seeing Tsuna, but nearly fell over from exaughstion.

Smiling Tsuna told Yamamoto to go to bed already, which Yamamoto did without question.

A yawn escaped Tsuna as he changed, causing Yamamoto to wake up and see the white bandages Tsuna had forgotten about. The baseball player was wide awake and

on Tsuna before the boy could blink.

"What happened?! Who did this?! Why didn't you tell me?! Does it..." Tsuna held up a hand, not able to answer any other way. "Its nothing, Shamal took care of it."

That sentence had Yamamoto about to start up again, knowing Shamal wouldn't touch a boy without extreme reason.

"Would you stop worrying if I showed it to you?" Tsuna asked hoping to get some sleep that night. "Maybe." It was the best Tsuna would get, he knew it. He un-wrapped

the white clothe and revealed the stitched wounds, before rewrapping them. Yamamoto looked hurt upon seeing the slowly healing wounds that his friend hadn't told

him about. "Who else knows?" The question nearly stuck in his throat, but he managed to ask it.

"Just you and Shamal, and I forced him to commit Omerta." Tsuna crawled onto the large bed, tucking himself in. Yamamoto felt bad, that no one else knew, but also

liked the idea of knowing something the others didn't.

"Alright, but the next time you get hurt, you have to tell me right away...I can help bandage them..." And beat the shit out of the one whom caused it. "So any other

secrets I should know?" Tsuna nearly told him about Ketsueki, but something held him back.

"No..." He felt bad for lying to Yamamoto, but knew it was for the best. "So what happened to the guy that caused those? Did the policce catch him?" Yamamoto

motioned to Tsuna's chest.

"No, he is dead." The baseball players eyes widened. "What?"

Tsuna turned to Yamamoto who was half way in the bed. "I killed him" The words were like a knife stabbing Yamamoto in the chest. His sweet, shy and cute

friend had been forced to stain his hands red? The thought didn't sit well with Yamamoto.

That night Yamamoto vowed to place baseball second to the mafia game, that was becoming no longer a game, but reality.

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I am soooo bad! I have always wanted to go to Italy, so I sent Tsuna there...Mmm yeah...There will be some familiar people in coming chapters, suggestions

are welcome. Characters and scenes are welcome.

Review and tell me what you want!

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