Greetings :)

So, I wrote a sequel. This should explain why Yoshikuni hates Tsuna this much. After this there won't be another chapter, so if you have questions then ask.

There was a lot of confusion about Yamamoto's last sentence, so I'll explain what I had in mind when I let him say this:

Yamamoto is the most adept at out-talking the officers and Tsuna has the theory that he does many things (like riling up Gokudera) on purpose. So when Yamamoto yells "You'll be out of there before you can say 'Vongola'!" He does it, because he knows that it will anger the officers abd because he knows that even though he said 'Vongola' they can't frame Tsuna because of it. After all, Tsuna could have just told his friends why he gets arrestet constantly and that's where Yamamoto heard about it. They can't prove Tsuna's guilt just because his friend said 'Vongola'. So Yamamoto was just a little bit mean and mocked the officers.

So, hope that clears all the confusion.

Disclaimer: Still don't own KHR. Pity.

Now please enjoy :)

~ Santoka

Learning for Life

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Tsuna was dimly reminded of these old movies his mother liked to dish out when Iemitsu once again hadn't shown up on their anniversary or birthday or another event that wasn't important enough for the man to fly back to his family for a few days.

These movies that were black and white and were the sound had this crackling in the background like "Gone with the Wind" or "Ben Hur". In these movies always was a villa and noble family with all their staff. The nannies, the butler, the gardener and whatnot.

It was late summer, two days before the coronation ceremony, where Tsuna and his Guardians would officially be announced as Vongola Decimo and Guardians of the tenth Generation and where they would finally move into the Vongola Mansion in Palermo.

It would be a great feast with a ball after the ceremony and everyone of distinction in the mafia would come to greet the new Don Vongola, the most powerful man in the mafia.

Said man had - after he had been shipped over from Japan to Italy two weeks ago – been the center of everyone's attention in the mansion and hadn't had a quiet minute since the moment he had set foot on Italian soil. He'd had to taste the food for the banquet, oversee the decoration, try on several different outfits, coordinate the settling in of his Guardians and all the others he had brought with him (a curious collection of civilians and people like the Ranking Prince Fuuta, an Chinese child-assassin, Poison Scorpion Bianchi and Trident Shamal, that was reason for many rumors and speculations)… and all that only when he wasn't training with the ninth and his tutor, the Sun Arcobaleno Reborn.

Needless to say, Tsuna was ready to break because of all the strain. Or snap. Or go mad. Or maybe all three.

Today the whole staff had been assembled in the ballroom so that the Decimo and all his Guardians (Tsuna couldn't see Hibari, but he was pretty sure that he was here… in the vicinity… somewhere) could meet all the maids, cooks, gardeners and security people that would share the mansion with them in the future.

Tsuna would have been content to just walk around the mansion and talk with everybody while they worked as not to disturb them, but regarding the sheer mass of people that stood in the ballroom right now, he could have lived in this mansion his whole life and still haven't met all of them.

And Gerard had insisted that they'd do it this way.

Tsuna swore (not out loud of course. He wasn't suicidal.) the head of staff could be worse than Reborn.

So now the whole tenth Generation faced the army of personnel, shook every single one's hand, inquired about family, reason for working here etc.

Tsunas hand already hurt, his mouth was dry and he was ready to collapse and he had barely more than the half done.

Gerard (still neat as a pin and not at all exhausted) motioned to the next maid in the endless row: "And this is Marie Couture, one of the maids responsible for the west wing."

"Monsieur."

Marie curtseyed and Tsuna inclined his head.

As he asked Marie if she was from France and why she was working for the Italian mafia now ("Oui, Monsieur. A little village near Saint-Etienne. My father started working for zee Vongola ven I was but a child.") Tsuna couldn't help but panic a little again.

He was nineteen dammit! He shouldn't have to become a frickin' mafia Don! This was just too much! And why the hell did they have to make the matter into such a big celebration? With so many Mafiosi at one place something was bound to happen!

Tsuna felt his breath speed up and frantically tried to get himself under control again. It wouldn't do for him to start hyperventilating now, in front of the whole staff.

The feeling of a hand on his shoulder calmed him down a bit and he turned to his right to see Takeshi smiling at him reassuringly. Next to him Hayato tried unsuccessfully to hide his worry as he tried the same.

Tsuna took a deep breath and smile his thanks. Right, his friends were with him, no matter what. There was no need to worry.

He nodded a last time at Marie, who hopefully hadn't noticed his short breakdown, and then continued in the line.

The next one was a middle aged man, clad in the uniform of the mansions security and- HOLY SH-!

Tsuna gave a startled yelp and jumped a few paces back, arms crossed in front of his face as if to ward of something.

What in the name of Primo was he doing here!?

His Guardians, startled by his reaction and the presence of this man, reacted similar if not as extreme. Hayato had dynamites gripped in his hands and was now growling threatening, Takeshi was staring in confusion, Chrome had grabbed Mukuro's arm who just looked mildly interested, Lambo had hid behind Tsuna's legs, Ryohei looked as if he wanted to solve an especially difficult puzzle, Gerard regarded them all as if they had suddenly gone mad and he was looking from one Guardian to another and seemed with every passing minute more frightened.

Ryohei was the first to catch himself ask the question that flitted through every Guardian's mind:

"What are you extremely doing here, bowl-head?"

The man looked confused.

"Bowl-head? What? I-I'm sorry, young Masters, but I don't understand."

Tsuna, who had gotten over his initial shock (Reborn would have beaten him green and blue if he had been there), furrowed his brow in puzzlement. This guy looked very similar to that man, but there were differences, like the beard and the way he held himself and the voice…

Hayato growled and took a step forward, forcing the man to move back to avoid dynamite sticking in his face.

"Don't give me that crap! What are you doing here? Did you follow us? Answer!"

The man retreated a little bit more and waved his hands in defense.

"I am sure this is a misunderstanding-"

The bomber outright snarled and Tsuna hurried to placate him before he blew the poor man up.

"Hayato, calm down!" He put a hand on his friends arm to restrain him, should he decide to attack nonetheless, but Hayato retreated, although highly reluctant."Let's hear what he has to say, before we act rashly."

Hayato put away his explosives and the man sighed in relief.

Tsuna turned his attention to the source of their distress and asked as polite as he managed: "I am sorry for my and my Guardians reaction, but you highly resemble someone we know. Would you be so kind as to tell us your name, Signor?"

If possible the man just seemed more frightened. "Of course. I am Taiki Yoshikuni."

Tsuna heard several exclamations of disbelief behind him and Hayato exploded again: "I knew it! I'll blow you into next week for bothering us even here, you-"

Before Tsuna could step in, Takeshi did. In a way.

"Haha, you're his brother!"

Hayato halted mid-speech and Taiki blinked at Takeshi in confusion while keeping an eye on the too-close-for-comfort bomber.

"Pardon?"

"You're his brother." Takeshi repeated, smiling. "Of the officer who arrested Tsuna so many times, back in Japan. You look just like him and his name was Yoshikuni too."

Taiki blanched and Tsuna relaxed a little as Hayato dropped his aggressive posture to eye him critically instead.

"Kufufu, I didn't know the annoying man had a brother. But the similarities are uncanny."

Taiki ignored Mukuro (something only few managed to accomplish) and asked feebly: "You know Shisuke?"

Tsuna nodded. "Yes."

To his right Hayato muttered: "Unfortunately."

"Did he bother you often?" Taiki seemed almost afraid to ask the question.

Hayato snorted. "'Often' doesn't even come close."

"Yeah, the guy was literally obsessed with Tsuna-nii. He once even stormed the bathroom while he was showering." Lambo decided to chime in, having dared to leave his hiding-place.

Tsuna mentally groaned at that reminder. That hadn't been pleasant. Thankfully, after the overzealous officer had decided to storm his house in the middle of the night and had consequentially been faced with a pajama-clad, kitchen knife-wielding Nana (Tsuna thanked the gods that he and his trigger-happy acquaintances hadn't been there) he had stopped bothering him at his home.

On one occasion Yoshikuni had been very close to really getting him into jail.

Half a year ago an ambitious Yakuza-gang thought it a good idea to start their business in the industrial area of Namimori. At first Tsuna's little family had left them alone (Tsuna wasn't searching for trouble) but when they had started with selling drugs they had stepped in. The resulting fight had destroyed three warehouses and a textiles-manufactory but one little security camera had survived all the destruction and had happily recorded the whole ordeal.

Only the mysterious spontaneous combusting and burning to a pile of ashes of all the collected evidence had saved Tsuna from the trial.

After that Yoshikuni had gotten unbearable and it was only after Reborn had contacted the Officer's boss and threatened to sue them into kingdom come that he had stopped.

It had been a relief for everybody.

Taiki looked positively scared by now and Tsuna hurried to assure the man.

"Ah, don't worry, Yoshikuni-san. It's over now and I don't blame you. It's not your fault after all."

Taiki fixed his gaze on the floor and Tsuna spied an emotion on his face that left his dread pooling in his gut.

"It isn't, right?"

No reply.

"Yoshikuni-san?"

"I am sorry!"

The next thing Tsuna knew was Taiki bowing profusely not unlike the way Hayato had been prone to do, all the while stammering: "I am so sorry! It was an accident! I-I didn't mean to-"

Panic crept into Tsuna's voice as realization settled in.

"Yoshikuni-san?!"

The man was still bowing and stuttering half-coherent sentences. "I-It was an accident! He's my little brother and I never wanted him to become part of this but then he found the phone and he shouldn't have taken the call, but – I'm so sorry!"

Hayato, who by now seemed to have come to the same conclusion as Tsuna, snarled and in a flash he had Taiki grabbed by the collar and several explosives shoved into his face (Tsuna checked; they were unlit, thank God.)

"What do you mean an accident!? Do you know how much trouble we had because of your frickin' accident?! Accident my ass! I'll shove the dynamite so far down your throat that they'll have to fish your pieces out of the Mediterranean Sea!"

He surely would have said (yelled) more, but the presence of Mukuro, who had materialized his trident and was waving it dangerously close to the poor man's jugular. The glint in his eyes would have sent hardened Mafiosi crying for their mother.

"Kufufufu, so you are the reason for these annoying disruptions my dear Nagi and I had to suffer for the last three years? Do you know how frustrating it was not to be able to get my revenge on that man?"

"This is not extreme!"

Tsuna decided to fulfill his role as Boss and prevent his Guardians from making a mess out of the ballroom.

"Guys." he said.

No reaction.

Mukuro pushed his trident far enough to draw blood.

"Guys! GUYS!"

They turned to look at him, although the weapons stayed in place.

"Let him go. No one will be blown into pieces or mentally tortured to death, is that clear?", Tsuna asked, using a little bit of what Takeshi jokingly called his 'Boss voice'.

They complied, although grudgingly and kept their weapons in their hands, perfectly visible for Taiki, who seemed ready to faint.

Mukuro glared, clearly annoyed that he couldn't let his frustration out on the man. "Kufufu, I hope you have a good reason to get in between me and my revenge, my dear Decimo."

Tsuna glared back. "You know I don't tolerate killing, especially outside of life and death situations. I want to hear what he has to say, which is kind of hard when he's dead or mentally so scarred that he can't do anything else besides drooling. And besides, I don't think Reborn would be happy to hear that you took away his fun."

He gave them a smile that had them all shuddering and backing away.

Okay, so he was rather miffed. I mean, for three years there rarely had been a day he hadn't been arrested and dragged to the police headquarters. He'd had to watch his every step as to not give Yoshikuni any fodder for his theories and with the people he surrounded himself with that had been a pain. It had been tiring and really, really annoying and to have the reason for all that just before him was indeed tempting.

Reborn had never told him if he had found the culprit and Tsuna hadn't asked. In truth he was pretty sure that Reborn would have found Taiki-san easily (Reborn was the best and the brothers had the same family name, after all) and it had Tsuna puzzling as of why Taiki was still in one piece. Reborn probably had his reasons, but his Guardians didn't need to know that right now. The threat had worked.

"So?" Tsuna inquired with a voice that was I little bit too sweet. "Care to explain, Yoshikuni-san?"

Said man was shaking in his shoes by now and only still conscious because fainting wouldn't exactly improve his situation.

"W-well," Taiki begun and Tsuna noted lightly amused that the man right now probably felt like he had in his first interrogations.

"Shisuke is my younger brother by six years." he gulped and his eyes flitted from one murderous Guardian to the other. "H-He always was suspicious of my job. I had decided to become a police officer at a young age and had started the on-the-job training shortly after I finished school. B-But in my second month there was squirmish with the local Yakuza and the Vongola, some problem with selling drugs, I think, and the police somehow got involved. I got shot, but one of the Vongola brought me to treatment. Vongola Nono later asked me if I wanted to work for him and seeing as it had been one of his men and not a officer that saved me, I accepted."

Taiki seemed to have gotten some courage back because none of the Guardians had strangled him yet and took a deep breath before continuing, eyes trained on Tsuna.

"So I broke up my training and instead followed Nono to Italy. Shisuke was thirteen at the time and he didn't take kindly to me leaving him. He had to stay here with our mother and he wasn't too thrilled by that. And he didn't really believe my stories about working as a bodyguard for a rich businessman in Italy and… well, he always tried to pry the truth from me. Even later, when he had started his own carrier at the police."

Mukuro twitched and Tsuna threw a worried glance his way. As he knew his male Mist Guardian, the urge to ignore all the talking and just finish him off was getting stronger and stronger by the minute.

Gokudera seemed feel so too as he growled threateningly when Taiki took a moment to collect himself.

"Just get to the point already!"

Taiki jumped and continued hurriedly, nervously fiddling with his vest.

"A-Anyway, uh, where was I?"

Gokudera growled again and he caught himself quickly.

"Ah, yes, er, since our mother died I visit him often and then live for a few days with him in his flat. A-and a few years ago, uh, I forgot my phone on the kitchen table while I was in the shower, and, ah… t-there was an emergency b-because a few guys from the Vezzo Famiglia had come to Japan t-to cause trouble for you, Decimo, a-and Nono called me b-because I should keep an eye on you a-a-and…ah… somehow Shisuke answered the phone."

"WHAT?!"

As around him all of his Guardians exploded and loudly proclaimed their disbelief, Tsuna couldn't help but think: 'Hm, that was less spectacular than I thought.'

He snapped back into reality as Gokudera once again threatened to stick explosives into Taiki's nostrils ("I'll rid Juudaime from your incompetence once and for all!") and an indignant Mukuro ("And for that you kept blabbering for so long?!") emitted a solid aura of mist flames that would surely soon become something unpleasant.

The rest of the Guardians were either laughing (Chrome and Lambo) or awkwardly trying to hide their shock at this sheer stupidity.

For the fourth time that day Tsuna stopped his Guardians from committing homicide. It slowly became some kind of routine.

"Hayato, Mukuro, stop it."

Both Guardians froze and then slowly backed off as Tsuna released some of his killer intend together with the order.

He wanted to get this over with. He was tired, his feet hurt, there was a massive headache coming his way and the man in front of him had just admitted a stupidity so big that even Dame-Tsuna wanted to face palm.

"So," he said, trying to reign in his annoyance as to not scare the poor man even more. "your brother answered the phone call."

"Y-y-yes." Taiki stammered, scared out of his wits. "H-h-he a-acted like me a-and took t-the o-orders and t-then he c-c-confronted m-me and I think t-that he b-b-blames the m-mafia for m-me n-not being there w-when my m-mother b-became ill and-"

Tsuna perked up at that, making the man flinch when he gazed sharply at him.

"Your mother became ill?"

Taiki gulped. "Y-yes. Cancer. S-she d-died after t-two months. Shisuke was seventeen, s-so he had to g-go to an o-orphanage for a y-year."

Tsuna frowned. "Why didn't you take him in?"

Taiki shook his head, his expression sad and pained. "I-I c-couldn't. I-I worked here in I-Italy a-and didn't w-want Shisuke involved."

That made Tsuna frown even more. "So your mother died from cancer when your brother was seventeen, leaving him without parents or family and stuck in an orphanage, because you had to work for my grandpa. And now he knows that and blames me and the mafia in general for keeping you away from him."

Taiki nodded faintly. "S-something like that." he mumbled, averting his eyes.

Takeshi didn't look impressed and Chrome and seemed to share his sentiment.

"That wasn't very nice."

Taiki flinched as if she had slapped him and Mukuro snorted.

Rubbing his brow in hopes of easing the headache Tsuna ignored Hayato, who was grumbling about a "stupid bastard with stupid issues", and sighed.

"Yoshikuni-san, you'll take the next plane to Japan and sort this out once and for all. You are suspended for two weeks."

Shock seemed to override the fear and Taiki squawked "What!?" making Tsuna glare at him.

"You heard me. Your behavior towards your brother was wrong. He seems to care a lot about you and you let him alone in a very difficult time, which resulted in him still holding resentments and being unable to let the past go. Your Famiglia should never come before your family."

Tsuna glared fiercely at Taiki who seemed to deflate even more.

This reminded him a little bit too much of his father. Leaving his mother alone, never coming back for birthdays or Christmas, leaving Nana and her son alone to fend for themselves, because his job didn't let him.

Tsuna remembered in grim satisfaction the deal he had struck with the CEDEF-leader and Nono: That Iemitsu retired and went back home as soon as his son had taken up the mantle of Vongola Decimo, making Basil his successor. Nana would finally live together with her husband again.

Taiki nodded defeated and Tsuna ripped himself out of his musings.

"Good," he said. "I trust you to solve this matter."

Taiki nodded once again and then saluted tiredly, his eyes lowered with a mix of guilt and desperation. "As you wish, Decimo."

Tsuna took a deep breath and too nodded. Yes, hopefully this would solve the problem he had with the Namimori police and the problem Officer Yoshikuni had with the world in general and the mafia especially.

A hand settling on his shoulder had him looking up and at his Rain Guardian, who smiled at him with an understanding glint in his eyes. Gazing at the others he found them all with a similar expression, the most of them looking relieved.

Tsuna smiled softly, as he always did when he was reminded that he had such wonderful friends.

The voice of Gerard had them all jumping and whirling around as everyone had forgotten about the head of staff, who had stood next to them silent as a grave the whole time.

"I hate to disrupt, but there are still many staff members to greet and we already lost much time."

He didn't look sorry at all (in truth Tsuna didn't know if the man was capable of showing emotion at all) and Tsuna turned to look at the still incredibly long line of people, most of whom were trying to get a look at what had caused such a ruckus.

Tsuna couldn't repress the groan that forced its way out of his throat and could feel someone clapping his back sympathetically in response.

Looking around once again he saw his friends with equally motivated expressions and then took a deep breath in preparation.

There was no way he could talk himself out of this and he still had to meet Nono at four o' clock so he better get this done.

Nodding with the air of someone who just signed his own death sentence he let Gerard introduce the next maid and did his best to be polite.

He was to be Vongola Decimo in two days and there probably would be similar situations in the future. He just had to learn how to deal with them.

Taiki knocked and suppressed the urge to flee.

This was ridiculous. This was his little brother. He had no reason to be afraid.

A inner voice that sounded suspiciously like said brother replied snarkily that the last time they had seen each other he had fled out of the flat half naked and Shisuke had threatened to shoot him if he ever set foot on this side of the Japanese borders.

Before Taiki could decide if he really didn't want to run the door opened and the disheveled form of his brother stood before him.

There was a moment in which neither of the two moved, both too shocked from the appearance of the other. Taiki watched with trepidation as Shisuke's eyes widened, first with shock and then with anger.

"What" Shisuke pressed out, fingers digging into the wood of the door frame. "Are you doing here."

Taiki gulped and tried to smile. He felt a wave of sadness wash over him. This was his little brother, the one he had abandoned when he was only seventeen.

"Hello, 'Suke."

Shisuke twitched. "I told you to never come back to Japan again."

"I know." Taiki said softly. "Can I come in."

For one moment he thought Shisuke would close the door and tell him to get lost and never come back. That his little brother would shun forever from his life.

But then the younger brother stepped aside.

Taiki released the breath he'd been holding and stepped inside, finding himself in the small hallway of his brother's flat.

He followed Shisuke into the living room, a small room furnished sparsely with only one couch, a little table and a TV.

Shisuke turned around to look at him expectantly, arms crossed and posture stiff.

"Well?"

Taiki took a moment to take in his brother's appearance. They both had the customary Japanese black hair, the same nose and the same strong jaw. Shisuke's mouth was thinner than his own and he had the green eyes of their mother while Taiki had the brown ones of their father.

Taiki took a deep breath and just said what he had wanted to say for years now.

"I am sorry."

Whatever Shisuke had expected, this obviously hadn't been it. Startled he let his arms drop. "What?"

"I said that I am sorry." Taiki replied evenly, staring into his brothers eyes, trying to convey his message.

"I am sorry that I left all those years ago. That I didn't visit you and Mom more often. And I am sorry that didn't come back when Mom was ill and that I didn't take you in when she died. I am sorry that I wasn't here when you needed me."

For one heartbeat Shisuke was frozen but Taiki knew his brother good enough to expect what happened.

Shisuke exploded. "You're sorry?! What do mean you're sorry?! Do you think you just can walk in here after all these years where you stopped by maybe once a year and tell me you're sorry?! You left us! You left Mom and me alone to rot in that miserable flat and didn't even come back when it killed her, just because you wanted to play the bad boy-"

Taiki interrupted his brother's rant to try and defend himself, annoyed at him jumping to conclusions. "I did visit, and more often than once a year. And I did not leave you to rot and I certainly did not leave because I wanted to 'play bad boy'! The Vongola are not the typical violent mafia Famiglia. They are the most powerful and influential Famiglia there is and the last two bosses work hard to change it into what it was in the beginning: A group to protect the people where the law cannot and sometimes from the law. And I did it because they paid by far better than the measly salary a police officer gets. I did it so that you and Mom could afford a better life! So don't accuse me of things you have no clue about!"

It was quiet again in the room, Taiki breathing heavily and Shisuke standing stock still, an unreadable expression on his face.

Taiki took another breath and started again, this time in a normal volume.

"You are right, I should have visited more often and I really should have taken you in when Mom died. But I am sorry for that and now I know better. I'll never again place the Famiglia before my family again."

He gazed into his brother's green eyes that were clouded with indiscernible emotions.

"So can you forgive me, little brother?"

Shisuke didn't move for several minutes and Taiki feared that he would say no and throw him out more with every passing one.

But then Shisuke's features twisted and his lips displayed a wry smile that Taiki knew so well from his childhood and relief flooded him.

"You always were an idiot, Taki."

At his brothers nickname for him Taiki couldn't help the smile that bloomed on his lips and with two great steps he was by his brother and hugged him as if his life depended on it.

"Thank you." He breathed and smiled some more when he could feel Shisuke laughing in his grip and hugging him back.

It was later in the night, when both of them were sprawled over the couch and had just started on their second bottle of sake, when Taiki remarked:

"There is one thing I still don't understand though."

Shisuke looked up curiously and waited for his brother to elaborate, who had an expression of deep concentration and puzzlement on his face.

"Why in the name of Primo does the Sun Guardian call you 'bowl-head'?"

Shisuke just groaned and buried his face in his hands as his brother started laughing at him.

"I don't know. And I'm not sure that I want to know. Honestly, I have seldom met a guy that thick."

Taiki just laughed harder, tears of mirth in his eyes, causing Shisuke to smile helplessly and finally chuckling himself.

It was good to have his brother back.

Later when Tsuna asked Reborn why he hadn't punished Taiki for his mistake, the ex-Arcobaleno just smirked and answered that Tsuna couldn't expect him to do all the work for him.

Two years into the reign of Vongola Decimo Namimori was the safest town on the whole planet and popular with Mafiosi that wanted to have some free time without being prosecuted or attacked, neither from their kinsmen nor the law.

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A cookie for everyone who knows why Rhyohei called him "bowl-head".

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