Hi! I'm new to the KHR fandom, but it's okay! I love the anime and many pairings, so I couldn't hold back and had to write fanfiction for it! I'm pretty sure there are other fanfics with this idea, but I think this is different compared to those others... And yes, this will be an All27 fanfic, with some side pairings and hints of other pairings. AND yes, that means shounen-ai is included. This story might be confusing, but I hope you can deal with this ;_;. I'm not perfect at writing, but I'll do my best! Please enjoy this fanfic!

This was not beta'd! If anyone is interested, PM me! :)

Time: Takes place after the Vongola Guardians save the world from Byakuran. The arc with Enma will not be included.

Pairings -hints- (for this chapter): 9527, 8027, 5927, 3327, 1827, 8059.

I. Lost in an Unknown World (1)

All he remembered was nothing.

All he knew was that he was "Dame-Tsuna" and would be known as that for who knows how long. He would always be a "no-good" person wherever he goes and he knew that he would never have a chance with the school idol, Sasagawa Kyoko. His life had already failed; all he was useful for was doing errands, but sometimes he could not even do that.

He was a disappointment to everyone and it would remain like that forever. What good was it if his lifestyle continued this way? Everything he does would turn disastrous. He was stupid, clumsy, and useless. No one would want or want to do anything with him...

He awoke in the hospital, that day. He could not remember anything at all, except what he was and always will be. He looked to his side while straining his body; what caused him to be in such a terrible state? No matter how much he pressured his mind to think, nothing came up. He could not even remember clearly of what happened the day before.

A cry... His mother was there, crying happily on the bedside he was facing.

"I'm home, mom..."

What caused him to say that? He really could not recall.

. 27 .

None of his questions were answered. The brunet returned home after a week or so after staying in the hospital. Overall, his stay was pretty boring. No matter how much he tried prying the answers from doctors or anyone, no one would answer him.

What happened to him? How did he get himself in such a situation like that? (He figured he was clumsy and got in some accident, but no one said that was necessarily true.) Who was the one(s) that sent him flowers every now and then? Why did the doctors not let him see the visitors he has gotten? (No one told him of the visitors, until he awoke when the doctor was conversing with a group of people just outside his room. Of course, he could not hear the conversation well, but he knew well that they were talking about him.) And most of all, why was there this weird feeling nagging him?

His thoughts were interrupted once he stepped into the school. He stopped for a moment to look at the building. It hasn't changed at all since the week he's missed it. The brunet narrowed his eyes when that strange feeling came back to him. He somehow forced it away, letting out a sigh.

Tiny buds started to form on the bare branches of the trees. It was already turning warmer, he thought. It was the end of winter, coming to spring (1). The boy let a small smile prick the ends of his mouth before rushing into the school building. For some reason, he was looking forward to seeing everyone. But, really, who?

. 27 .

He has gotten stares the moment he entered his homeroom. Also, apparently, there seemed to be a new person in the classroom. The young boy could tell that the "new" student was pretty popular, even having groups of many fangirls, much like Yamamoto Takeshi. Of course, he would never be popular like them. His chance of having a social change in school was already ruined.

"Look, Dame-Tsuna is back!"

"Now we have someone to do the errands and cleaning duties for us!"

"He probably skipped school to run away, haha!"

"Five hundred yen that he tripped while coming to school!"

The brunet shrunk down, quickly going to his seat. He glanced at Kyoko, who seemed a bit too concerned for him. Wait, what? Since when was Kyoko concerned about someone like him? Did this...mean something? Hah, in his dreams. He buried his head in his folded arms that were crossed on his desk. The first thing that happens is the usual teasing, and an embarrassing situation for him already on his first day back.

Looking forward to seeing everyone, huh? Screw that.

Two fierce auras were suddenly felt in the air, and the class immediately shut up. The boy looked up from his position and saw that no one was looking at him, now, except for two faces: the new kid with octopus looking hair and the famous baseball idol. They both had stern faces on them. Did he do something wrong to vex them? He only came back, for goodness sake!

There's something...missing, the boy thought. Something was off, definitely off.

. 27 .

The classes went by rather slowly. He couldn't even catch up with the lesson, so he gave up in the middle of it. He took the time to study his classmates and see if any change appeared on them. Not much changed, he figured. Everyone was the same, kind of.

For some reason, he noticed that Yamamoto kept looking at him with either worried or curious glances. He wondered why he was getting so much attention from the worshiped baseball star. They never actually talked, only if it was necessary. So, why was Yamamoto suddenly acting so concerned? Was it because he left school for a week? But no one else cared.

Kyoko seemed to do the same thing as Yamamoto. He felt weird, an odd kind of feeling. Why were these two, who were out of his social league, acting strange?

The new student seemed to turn back every once in a while to take a look at him. The boy admitted to himself, the white-haired teen was a bit scary. However, he learned that the other was actually really smart, probably even college leveled. So, why was he even here? And better yet, why was he acting like the other two? Gokudera Hayato, he was a mystery, too.

Maybe they're looking at each other, instead of me, the brunet decided. Yes, that must be it. Gokudera could be staring at Yamamoto since he also sits behind me... They could be staring at each other. Yeah, that's got to be it. They couldn't be looking at me.

He grumbled silently to himself, and turned back to the blackboard while the teacher was talking about who-knows-what. All these strange thoughts ran through the boy's head and he couldn't concentrate much at the lesson anymore. He figured there was only one solution to rid of the thoughts, and that was to take a short nap. Deciding that was the best bet, the brunet slowly closed his eyes and drifted into a short slumber.

. 27 .

"OCTOPUS HEAD! YAMAMOTO! SA—... LET'S GO EAT LUNCH TO THE EXTREME!"

That was the first thing the class heard when the Lunch bell started ringing. The captain of the boxing team, Sasagawa Ryohei also known as Kyoko's brother, burst into the room as he slid the door with such extreme force. The so-called "octopus head" only answered with a grunt of annoyance while the baseball star laughed merrily at the demand.

Meanwhile, the brunet turned to the boxer curiously. He was about to say something that started with "sa." Was it him? But, then again, why would someone so liked in school be calling for someone like him? It made no sense to him. He shook his head, ridding of the strange thought. Ever since he entered school today, all he's been thinking about was the possible attention he had gotten from the stars of Namimori Middle.

The "dame" student blinked when the short-haired boxer glanced at him. Noticing that they met eye contact, Sasagawa Ryohei turned back to Gokudera and Yamamoto hastily. The brunet bit his lower lip lightly, wondering what that was suddenly about. Did the boxer know him? They have never met, right? So what was this strangeness that he was feeling? He was getting more confused by the minute.

"Let's hurry and go to the roof," the genius of the class said, getting up and motioning for Yamamoto and Ryohei to follow him. Just before the three of them left, they stared a bit at the honey-brown eyed boy until they disappeared from the room.

There was a dazed expression on his face. He knew for certain; they were looking at him. The expressions on their faces was what baffled him the most—pain, hurt, and regret? Why were the stars of Namimori Middle looking at him like that? He did nothing to them, he was sure of that! He had no memory in which he conversed with them. So, why?

The brunet dropped his head on his desk, letting out a frustrated sigh. Nothing made sense, anymore. These strange feelings, what were they supposed to mean? In instinct, the boy put his hands on his hair and pulled lightly on a few strands, hoping to have at least a solution to this...strangeness. But, nothing came up.

His thoughts were interrupted by a stomach growl. He sat up and blushed brightly, knowing that it was him. Sighing, he reached for his bag to take out a bento... What bento? The brunet groaned loudly and placed his head back on the desk with a hard plop. So much for forgetting his lunch, he was starving!

For some reason, the boy turned to the door, having a feeling that someone or a few people would barge in the classroom and deliver his forgotten bento. Hah, as if. Who would go all the way from his house to the school just to deliver a forgotten lunch? The boy knew of no such person.

"Tsuna-kun," a delicate voice spoke, breaking the brunet out of his crazy thoughts. Kyoko looked at him with a small smile. "Is it okay if I call you Tsuna-kun?"

Huh? The no-good student was confused. Why was Kyoko talking to him all of a sudden? He thought that he did not exist in her eyes. Sasagawa Kyoko was the school idol, for heaven's sake! As for him, he was all the way in the bottom of the school's social class! But, the weird thing was that he wasn't getting a bubbly feeling like he usually did. Didn't he like the girl? Really, she was a goddess.

"Sure," the brunet hesitantly answered. "Um, just wondering, but why are you talking to someone like me?"

He noticed her eyes soften, similar to the expression that the other three popular boys shown him previously. What's with these looks? It crept him out a bit. He kind of regretted asking her the question since it just pained him, for some odd reason, to see her like this.

"You're not a no-good person like everyone says," the girl simply answered, the bright smile coming back to her face. "And, I noticed that you didn't have your lunch. Did you forget it by any chance?"

Caught. A bead of sweat dropped from the tip of his face and he nervously laughed. "Yeah, haha... I guess I tend to forget my lunch once in a while... Actually, most times a week..."

This caused the orange-haired girl to lightly giggle in response. The spiky-haired boy smiled, knowing that the sadness that was present just before was no longer there. However, he still didn't know why he was blushing or getting all nervous in front of her. He felt comfortable talking to Kyoko, in friendly terms like this. It was...strange, yet again.

"I have an extra sandwich," Kyoko said, holding it out to the boy she was conversing with. "My brother gave me a sandwich he bought for me, but he didn't know that I already had one. Since I'm not hungry, I figured you can have it. You are hungry, right?"

At cue, his stomach betrayed him by growling right after she asked her last question. His face brightened in embarrassment. He wasn't planning on taking the sandwich since he knew eating just one small sandwich wouldn't fill a person. Kyoko just laughed once more, taking one hand of his and placing the bread on his held out hand. Yet, he wasn't even turning red from the touch.

"Don't starve yourself on purpose, Tsuna-kun. You'll need plenty of energy until you get home. Feeling hungry in class won't do you any good during the remainder of the class, ne?"

"I guess you're right. Ahaha, thanks for the lunch, Kyoko-chan."

His eyes widened slightly when he called her that. Chan? He barely knew her, yet he was already calling her as if she was that close to him! Was he seriously going insane today?

Kyoko blinked, not expecting the brunet to call her the name. However, she smiled right after, reassuring the boy that she didn't mind the name that he called her. A glint of extra happiness shone from her eyes when she heard the said name from his mouth. She was really happy to hear that...really. The girl suddenly felt something wet from the corners of her eyes.

"Ah, Tsuna-kun, I just remembered I had to talk to Hana-chan... I should look for her! Um, and you're welcome for the bread. You don't need to repay me, okay? See you later!"

Before the boy could say anything in response, the girl already sped out of the room in a hurry, closing the door behind her in the process. He blinked on confusion, wondering what happened to the girl all of a sudden. However, his "instincts" told him one thing: Kyoko-chan was about to cry.

Kyoko stopped running when she entered the girl's bathroom. She stopped in front of one of the sinks, looking at her face in front of a mirror. She was beginning to look like a mess, now. All because the boy called her "Kyoko-chan," she just had to tear up.

"Reborn-chan told me to be strong for everyone, and for Tsuna-kun," she told herself in a low mutter. Her voice began to grow shaky, and it made her feel worse. "Tsuna-kun, when will you remember all the fun memories we had with everyone...?"

She was lucky she was by herself in the bathroom at the moment. It would have been awkward if some other girl was there with her. The girl turned on the faucet, splashing water on her face after to clean off the tears that stuck on her pale face. It pained her, having the boss of Vongola to forget all the important matters after just one accident. He didn't deserve it...

"I'm sorry for being so vulnerable, Tsuna-kun... We're all sorry..."

. 9527 .

Once the three Vongola guardians entered the roof, Gokudera quickly made his way to the far and other side. He took out a cigarette from his cigarette box and lit it, placing it inside of his mouth. Yamamoto and Ryohei couldn't blame the Storm Guardian. After all, the brunet did happen to forget every single memory they all shared during the time of fighting as a group in the mafia.

Their lunch was forgotten. All that stayed amongst them was a horrendous silence that could have even quieted the loudest people. Hey, Ryohei was silent, wasn't he? Does that prove it enough for you? Lambo probably would have been silent and would not bother to utter a sound or cry.

"Damnit!" Gokudera cursed suddenly, slamming a fist on the fence he was leaning on. The cigarette that was in his mouth spat out, having fallen on the floor. The fist he used was trembling horribly and the other two Guardians were certain that the white-haired was on the verge of crying.

Yamamoto desperately wanted to tap his "friend" on the back and tell him that Tsuna would definitely remember and that things would go back to normal in a while. However, that would have been a lie. There was no guarantee that Tsuna would remember anything. He wanted to cry, too. His best friend was in a critical situation, and as a friend, Yamamoto couldn't do anything...

Ryohei had no strength to shout positives, because there were none. He was out of character; silence was now becoming his best friend. It was as if the boxer forgot how to shout, scream, and yell. Losing his little brother like this, it hurt him so much. This foreign feeling of pain, he couldn't force it out with his fists. Just like the other two, Ryohei felt helpless and weak.

Was there really nothing they could do to revert Tsuna back? Their most valuable and precious friend...

"Reborn-san shouldn't be telling us what to do!" Gokudera screamed harshly. He could already feel his throat tightening and drying with agony and the inability to help his boss. "We should have the right to help Juudaime! Why is it that we cannot do anything like this? IT'S NOT FAIR."

Yamamoto and Ryohei had never seen Gokudera this sentimental. This accident was taking such a hard toll on the Guardians. They were sure that Chrome, Mukuro, even Hibari were also affected by this in some way. Tsuna's permanent loss of his memories felt like the end of the world; it was as if Tsuna had actually died and gone to the other side.

They all never felt this drained, this helpless, this weak. Death itself had already crept away from its cage and entered the so-called "never ending" bond of the Vongola Family. Tsuna was already gone; what was going to happen? Will things really never go back to the way they were—the peaceful times that they all shared were all drained into nothingness. They couldn't dig up the hole of the past nor fill the emptiness of their hearts.

If this was what meant to be in the mafia, they all would have quit a long time ago. But, they remained just for the sake of Tsuna. With him gone, however, what was left?

The silence was deafening, and it stung them cold. The mafia world was so cruel, and the famous hitman was saying not to do anything at all, except let the "boss" be. What was the meaning of the word family if the biggest rope(2) that tied them all had snapped? Right now, the whole Vongola was a clam with no sparkling jewel inside of it anymore.

Just with this one accident, everything turned upside-down.

"Gokudera..." Yamamoto silently whispered, walking towards the crying Storm Guardian. The Rain Guardian hesitantly wrapped a single arm around the other. He was relatively surprised that Gokudera made no attempt to shoo his arm away. "It'll hurt Tsuna even more if we just force memories into him... I'm sure Reborn didn't want to hurt him like that..."

"It's still not...fair," the Hurricane Bomber replied in a low voice that was a bit shaky from the tears that trickled down his face. "Why Juudaime? Why couldn't we protect him like we were supposed to? ...Don't you get it, Yamamoto(3)? All of us failed by not being there for him!"

"Sawada wouldn't have wanted us to stop him," Ryohei said in a serious tone, surprising for a person like he generally is. "That battle with Byakuran, Sawada wanted to personally finish him off on his own. This final battle, he didn't want us hurt in the field, as well. Though, if we knew that Byakuran's final attack was purposely going to hit Sawada in the head, then I'm sure we could have saved him..."

"That bastard," Gokudera spat. "He caused all this pain around us! That bastard made that attack hit Juudaime at his head on purpose! That fucking monster! He wanted to make us all suffer because he knew that he was going to be defeated by Juudaime's X-Burner!"

Ryohei let out a sad sigh as he placed one of his bandaged hands on Gokudera's shoulder, opposite to the side where Yamamoto was. The boxer turned to the cloudless sky with a sad grin. There was absolutely nothing in the sky, except the blazing sun and even the sun seemed like it was doing nothing to protect the beautiful blue sky. It really hurt him knowing that the weather right now reflected just how he was feeling; it was almost taunting him. If only that fatal accident didn't happen, at all. If only Tsuna was up here on the roof with them, enjoying lunch with everyone and laughing with the cute grin he always had.

Even Ryohei was crying, now. Gokudera's tears were starting to become contagious. All three of them held onto one another in console. The only remedy they had was a smiling Tsuna by their sides, but who knew if that was even going to happen again.

Tsuna was gone, and so were their spirits.

. 5927 8027 3327 .

It had gotten boring once again after Lunch, especially for the brunet. After missing school for a while, according to his mom, he missed a lot of work. Then again, it was not like he would have listened in the first place. The boy tried closing his eyes, wanting to sleep but that wasn't working for some reason. All he could resort to was staring at the teacher with a bored expression.

There was one thing the boy was confused with, and that was how he got in an accident in the first place. His body had ached horribly when he woke up, but he couldn't remember anything that happened relevant to so-called "accident" he experienced. His mom wouldn't tell him anything, either. There was something weird that was off in this story, but what? He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Tsunayoshi!" the current teacher called to him, snapping the boy from his thoughts. "Are you paying attention to the lesson?"

The boy blinked, staring at the blackboard with a blank expression. What the hell was his teacher writing, anyway? "No... I mean yes! I mean, wait, what's the correct answer supposed to be?"

The teacher let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head in disapproval. "Well, I cannot blame you since it is your first day since you've come back to school. Why don't you go run an errand for me, then?" The man took went to the front desk, taking out a piece of paper from a pile. "Take this to the office for me and place it on my desk. Easy enough for you?"

"Yes," the boy answered unenthusiastically. Though he was happy to leave the boring lesson, he was reluctant in running the errand.

Huh, he thought in confusion. Why is it that I feel so tired for running errands? It's not like I did much of that in the first place... Mom has always been the one to run the errands. So, why do I feel like I've been doing most of that recently? I've been running errands while Mom was...taking care of something, or taking care of someone? Huh...?

"Well, hurry and get the paper!"

The brunet received a few snickers and giggles from his spacing out. The boy blushed in embarrassment and walked to the front of the room, taking the paper from his sensei's hand. He started to walk towards the door, but couldn't help feeling an odd stare or stares on his back. Deciding to ignore it, he opened the sliding doors and stepped out of the room.

Back inside the classroom, Gokudera and Yamamoto looked towards their "friend" in worry. What was causing him to space out like that? Did it have something to do with the forgotten memories? They highly doubted it, but couldn't help but grab onto the small glimmer of hope in which the boy was starting to remember those precious times...

. 27 .

Hibari Kyouya, having pride in the school, was currently patrolling the halls to see if there was any mischief that other students were up to—ones who were cutting, showing affection, or just anything that broke the sacred rules of Namimori Middle (technically, his rules). Nothing so far, he has seen, so things were satisfactory for now...

His thoughts drifted to the recent actions that he's experienced. It was weird for a person as aloof as him to think of the fight in the future. Honestly, it had nothing to do with him since most of the success was caused by none other than that weak herbivore, Sawada Tsunayoshi. Really, he had no clue of why that herbivore was constantly invading his mind ever since the bold battle.

That final blow caused by Byakuran, it seemed like the brunet knew about it. That herbivore knew about the consequence of being hit by the attack in the head, so why did he not do anything about it? Hibari was a person who caught on rash decisions such as this, but he couldn't exactly pinpoint to why Sawada Tsunayoshi had not bothered to dodge the blow.

This whole thing confused him, and Hibari Kyouya absolutely hated being confused. It made him feel like a dense puppet just waiting to be controlled by the puppeteer. Right now, that stupid herbivore was the one controlling the strings while the skylark was the one lost under the spell. This angered the prefect greatly for Hibari Kyouya was never controlled by anyone, at all.

He was also well aware of the memories that the Vongola Decimo lost. He was supposed to be one who did not care about something so trivial, so why did this seem so important to him? Hibari Kyouya was a disciplinarian, a person who only concerned for what he thought was right and important. Sawada Tsunayoshi losing every single memories of the Guardians was something he should not care about.

Well, speak of the devil. The said boy was making his way towards the prefect right now.

"Herbivore," Hibari spoke in a questioning tone, but was sort of threatening. "What do you think you're doing roaming around the halls like that? If you're doing something stupid, I'm going to bite you."

"Hiiieeeee! Hi-Hibari-s-san!" Hibari inwardly chuckled, seeing that the scream was still present. "Um, I was asked to drop off a paper in the office and return to the classroom... Um, I didn't do anything wrong! I was just in the middle of running an errand! Honest to god!"

"Hn..."

The brunet could only sweat-drop as the older prefect observed him. He was sure that he didn't do anything to piss off the older boy; it was only his first day back, for goodness' sake! He wasn't even sure of why he was receiving so much attention in just one day. And this attention was from such high and well known students of Namimori Middle...

Hibari narrowed his eyes at the herbivore in front of him, who gulped nervously in response. He could tell well that the second-year student wanted to run away from this situation real soon and that amused the prefect. No matter what, herbivores were still the same as ever.

"Um, Hi-Hibari-san, is it okay if I go now? The teacher might be wondering where I am if I don't return right away... And I d-don't think you want me to stay in the hallways any longer..."

"Shut up, herbivore," Hibari threatened as he took out a single tonfa from who knows where that pops out of and, of course that made the brunet shut his mouth. "Tell me, do you know this ring?"

The disciplinarian held out a fist that contained the Vongola Cloud Ring around one of his fingers. The younger boy blinked, wondering what the ring was. It felt...strange in a way. Had he seen this ring somewhere before? Light bounced onto the ring, showing off the luminosity of the deep violet shade. This ring was beautiful. He wondered if there were rings just like this one.

Still, though it seemed like he felt some weird connection to the ring, he had absolutely no clue of what it was. He shook his head, not knowing where this ring had come from or what it symbolized, if it was to. Though, it did off a wave of comfort and protection, which was oddly...strange. The boy mentally smacked his head, knowing that he had been using the word "strange" too much today.

Hibari let his hand down to his side and let out a sound, acknowledging the boy's answer. He wasn't sure why, but the prefect was disappointed at the response. Was he expecting something...? Was he hoping that the stupid herbivore would remember something from the past? He felt utterly weird, foreign, and confused. Why was this herbivore even affecting him like this, making him question himself?

Most of all, did he want Sawada Tsunayoshi to remember?

"I-I hope you don't mind m-me asking, but is Hi-Hibari-san o-okay?"

Well, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't change that much, it seemed. The boy still feared him, which had Hibari content. However, that damned emotion of his still remained. He was still concerned for others and so damned kind to everyone. He didn't understand why Sawada Tsunayoshi held on such a weak emotion like that. The skylark only saw concern and kindness as hindrances and mere annoyances. They held back the strong, and aloof people like him didn't need those kinds of traits.

"Ask that again, and you'll be bitten to death."

"Hiiiieeee! I'm sorry! I won't ask again!"

"I'm fine," the prefect grunted, surprising the young boy that the aloof one did actually answer. "Just go back to back to your classroom, herbivore. I'm done talking to you."

He turned to walk off, leaving the brunet confused for a moment. Seriously, what was with today? First the three popular ones, then Kyoko-chan, and now Hibari-san? What was this world coming to? Not that he wanted to exaggerate, but it was a confusing day for the boy. He let out a sigh, not wanting to go through with anything anymore.

He felt lost, confused, and hurt. Everyone he confronted today looked concerned for him, yet why did this hurt him so much? In such a strange way, he felt like there was something amiss the people he had encountered and observed. Maybe he was thinking too much about this. Yes, that must be it...

The boy wasn't sure what came over him all of a sudden. A single tear managed to roll down from one of his eyes, until it fell onto the floor, leaving a small space of liquid. Why was he feeling this way? It made no sense, anymore. He wanted to know what this harsh burning in his throat was. He wanted to know what the quick beating of his heart was. He wanted to know what the horrible trembling of his body was.

"Wait...Hibari-san, come back... Tell me what's going on, please."

His voice was too soft. There was no way that the prefect was going to hear him since the raven haired boy was probably back in his office by now. He was begging to know what was going on. He felt...lost in an unknown world, shrouded by mystery and nothingness. It scared him to the core.

A core so deep; there was no way anyone would dig him up and save him.

. 1827 .

A figure stared at the lone boy in the hallway from his hiding spot, which was on the sharp turn of the hallway behind. The figure let out a sigh, seeing the broken brunet standing not far away. Knowing that the young student did possess some hyper intuition, he quickly fled from the place.

"Be safe, Tsuna..."

. ?27 .

1 This story is going to take place in the Spring time, since I feel like making it then.
2 "Tsuna" in Tsunayoshi can mean rope. "Yoshi" means lucky. Technically, his name can also be translated as "lucky rope," or "lucky tuna." xD
3 I don't think Gokudera would bother to call Yamamoto "baseball idiot/freak" at this kind of situation.

This is the first part of Lost in an Unknown World. I hope it was good. o_o I don't think it was, though... Eheh. And yes, out of character-ness for Ryohei. I'm not too happy with it, but meh. It's the best I could do. Also, Hibari is slightly out of character, I think. Sorry about that, haha. I just hoped this was good for you readers and that you enjoyed! Let me know what you guys thought about this!

Look forward to the second installment! ^^

Oh, and if you're wondering, I got the title from the song "Yakusoku no Basho e" (the Vongola vs Millefiore) by the seiyuus of KHR! I think Giannini says this part, lol! :D