Warning: The main character's foul language, extreme cussing, him bashing and green mind (or mention of sexual appetite).

If uncomfortable please skip this chapter…. Who am I kidding? Most of you are immune and/ or curious. Go ahead and read

Keeping a Diary to Vent Your Frustrations

The Secondo of Vongola Famiglia cussed loudly, not caring if his rather uptight right hand would scold him for the language because said man said that it is unbecoming for a mafia boss to whine or curse.

The boss reasoned to himself that it was his guardians' fault anyways for creating those fucking mess!

When Ricardo planned a coup for this 'venerated' position, he was expecting the privilege and reputation. He was sure to win because Giotto the fucking Primo was soft and Vongola needed a strapping leader (Hey! It makes a bad-ass image!) to make it the most powerful famiglia. Not to mention he had Daemon's allegiance ever since Elena's death. It was a shame because Ricardo really thought Elena as rather beautiful. Well Giotto's lose was his gain…but that's not the point!

Yeah, Ricardo got the title of Vongola Secondo.

He should be happy, right?

Hell no!

Sure, he loved the good in in but he often wondered if it was worth it.

Contrary to popular belief, Giotto did not leave… flee out of sight to avoid being killed or to prevent bloodshed. The idiotic blonde met Ricardo with a grateful smile saying ,"Why Ricardo, if you wanted Vongola, you should have said so! I wold have given you it as a birthday present without all this fuss."

Ricardo thought his cousin was crazy.

"Be a good boss cousin," Giotto patted his back when the blonde decided to leave for Japan "Good luck, you'll need it."

Ricardo finally thought that Giotto finally lost it. He thought that the blonde was a fool for saying that and Primo was even happy to leave the office to him

Which he understood the moment he stepped into the goddamn office and saw paper works which Giotto should have signed as Primo.

Damn you, Giotto!

He would have resigned on the spot if it weren't for Daemon and Cole (his right hand).

Damn them too!

Finally, Ricardo took out an elegant notebook and began to write on it.

Dear Journal,

Yo! Wanna tell you the usual shit in my life.

No, Ricardo calls this a journal used for therapeutic purposes such as venting or ranting. It's not a diary. (He'd kill you if you say otherwise but this narrator's personal opinion of it is it's a diary… don't tell him I said that.)

I still feel that ducking blonde cheated me somehow. I always knew he was evil but even Maman would not believe me! She said that Giotto was an angel!

I mean look at him! Hell he was twenty fucking years older than me and he still looked like a young stud! Life's shitty!

Giotto bloody Primo could get everything and I'm left with leftovers. He founded Vongola and I became his successor because that pasta and coffee addicted bastard wants to leave his shitty fucking paperworks and I'm the one fucking doing his job!

Ricardo growled and glared at his paperworks. How he wished to burn them into smithereens just like that Bermuda guy did if those rumors were true.

He wrote again …

That shitty airhead would have the time of his life in Japan. He even took his Japanese name Ieyasu Sawada and his half-Jap wife… what was her name again? She was rather curvy.

He paused remembering that dark-haired beauty. She looked more Japanese than Italian just as Giotto looked more Italian than Japanese.

Life's a bitch… and talking about bitches, Maman arranged me to one Laurella Black. She was not really pretty with a common face so much unlike Catarina.

Ricardo smirked remembering his favorite mistress who was really a good partner in bed. She was a red head of Irish descent-big tits and hips with small waist. Helga too has a wicked and eager tongue.

Ricardo could well remember the maid who… let's not get into details.

And that Lilliane. Too bad she was killed for spying… and she was blonde.

Ricardo was not fond of blondes well remembering Giotto.

The Secondo kept writing his conquests from his first whore named Sadira whom he always remembered for her sensual eyes to his one night stands.

Anything really to keep him away from the reality called paperwork.

He was glad that he joined Vongola as what Maman said. He became popular with the women for his dark brooding looks he got from his father rather than his mother's petite form. Then he remembered why he was writing in his diary-er journal.

No matter what I can't forgivethat damned Giotto for this… and Daemon too. I wanted the fear and adoration not the fucking paper works! Fuck you, Giotto!

Interestingly, somewhere in Japan, Giotto sneezed as he changed his son's nappies.

"Gio, you're going to give our son your cold!"

"Nah, someone is talking about me."

"… Must be Ricardo then."

Back to Italy…

The next time I see that piece of shit, I'll kill him fucking Primo or no!

And I'm not forgetting Daemon I'm going to make his life hell!(said Mist shivered and he wondered if he could just join Giotto in his retirement)

With his temper now controlled, Ricardo reluctantly returned to signing his paper works.

400 years or so in the future…

Vongola Decimo blinked as he finished reading the contents of a red bounded diary… er journal owned by one Vongola Secondo. It was an accident really that involves a secret compartment and a fountain pen but anyways, who knew that the feared and well… feared Secondo was a…. sexual animal who had numerous fetishes? Tsuna felt sorry for Laurella Black until he read the part how she… punished her husband for his infidelity.

Let's just say that the Secondo was whipped… and hooked.

Mafia wives are scary! Tsuna concluded.

Now that he thought about it, he read every diary er journal of his predecessors save for Primo and Nono (smart guys!)

Oh well… they were interesting. It made him feel good that there were instances that the others had it worse than him and that was saying something.

With a hum, (for the first time ever), tsuna contentedly signed his paper works which Reborn assures you would be short-lived.