A/N: This is the first in my new collection :D A modern twist on the fairy tales KHR style, so I really hope you like it :)

So, first up is Rapunzel :) Enjoy :D

She reached out, firmly grasping the handles of the window. The soft breeze lingered, her [h/c] locks wavering in the air. It was time to close the windows for the day- the orange and red splattered sky watching her overhead.

For some reason, she never felt alone. Gently smiling, she closed the windows, shielding her from the world.

"Why do I have to go there?!" yelled Gokudera, throwing his hands in exasperation. He had just finished three missions in a row, and now that he was back home, Reborn was bombarding him with another mission.

Reborn clicked his tongue, at the same time clicking the safety trigger off his gun. Gokudera couldn't help but gulp.

"This mission was personally assigned to you by Tsuna…"He said, and that was all Gokudera needed to hear.

"Tsuna knew that you're the only one smart enough to crack those codes, and dense enough not to over think anything…"

Gokudera could feel his cheeks bursting with pride. He stuttered incoherently, waving his hands in dismissal, along with red cheeks. Reborn rolled his eyes; that no good Tsuna was right. He was too dense to even understand the insult he sent in his way.

Gokudera rushed to his room, packing his suitcase with clothes that he thought would be suitable for mission assigned by Judaime himself. His thoughts were interrupted with a gun positioned point blank at his head.

"I wasn't finished…"Reborn said slowly, holding the tip of his fedora.

"Gokudera…You are heading towards Germany…The headquarters of this specific Italian family is located there…It won't be easy, especially for you –"

"What do you mean for me, Reborn-san?"

"For anyone except me, it has the highest recorded number of subordinates in the world, but they aren't that strong, not that smart either…"Reborn said, lowering his fedora, lightly showing the smirk curved upon his lips.

"Leave it to me then, Reborn-san...I'll make Judaime proud…"He exclaimed, clutching his chest dramatically- his heartfelt confession needed that effect.

xXx

[Name] headed out her room, accompanied by the expansive spare of ten subordinates as her escorts to the breakfast table-she thanked God that they weren't that smart, otherwise she wouldn't be able to go the bathroom alone, no seriously.

"Hello uncle…"She said slowly, as he kissed him on the cheek. He nodded subtly, wrinkling his moustache.

She couldn't help but stifle in her laughter. Every time he would try to talk, his moustache wriggles up and down, along with his eyebrows. She was practically raised by this man, but still the temptation to laugh was too much.

He lightly stirred circles in his tea, mixing along the excess sugar he had added. He flapped his newspaper, as he turned to the next page.

"Uncle, do I really need this much of guards around me? I'm not a baby anymore…"

"Now, we talked about this…You have to be safe...My job as the boss…Err…I meant politician of this country…You have to be safe…You do know what happened to your parents because they were so naïve…"He said nonchalantly, repeating the same thing he had told her since the day she started to ask questions.

She nodded but decided to protest this time. She was old enough wasn't she? She hadn't met anyone outside-trapped alone in this fortress, in her room, even in her solitude.

Every time somebody even tried to approach her, they would immediately scare them off.

"I let you go outside, don't I?"

"Yeah, but the bodyguards don't let me talk to anyone…They don't even listen to me…If they work under me, they should at least respect me…They don't have manners at all…"

"And that's how I command them to be… [Name], you must not trust anyone…Every word they speak could be a lie…The ruthless world killed your parents…I only want you to be safe…"

She sighed in exasperation, finally giving up. She felt too guilty to talk. She owed him more than anything.

xXx

A one week trip, that's all she needed. A trip over the moonlit lake below her, across the sun kissed mountains.

A trip…Alone. Alone, alone, alone, alone, away from those idiots without even a single speck of a brain. She would come back, of course. She couldn't leave her family.

She would leave her uncle a letter, that's what…a letter.

She tiptoed to the door, kicking off her blankets, stealthily unlocking her bedroom door. The old door creaked open, as she mentally cursed herself for her stupidity.

She bit her lower lip, as she clutched the strap of her duffel bag. Thankfully, the goons outside her door were sleeping.

Gokudera shook his leg, trying to dry off quickly. The moonlight shining off his silver hair didn't help either. Grumbling under his breath, he slugged the black beanie over his wet locks, heavily trudging towards the mansion.

He scoffed, this was fucking easy. The lake had immediate access to the back of the mansion; he didn't even have to kill anyone…yet. But the only problem was, he was fucking wet and soaked to the bone.

He shivered as he heavily trudged through the grass- with every step, his shoes splashed water squeakily.

Man, fuck this.

Gokudera headed towards the building, finally pulling out his retractable rope. It was called retractable, because it was something that Spanner created, and rope because it's strong enough to hold even an elephant.

He shook himself, trying to sprinkle off the remaining buckets of water, to no success. Fuck this. He shot the rope onto the roof, hoping that it would catch hold onto some shit, so that he could get this done with.

He grazed pass the two floor windows, almost reaching the third.

[Name] fumbled around in the dark, knocking on every piece of stray furniture. She groaned in exasperation, as she felt her way back to her room. Why did she forget to take the torch?!

She grumbled as she threw her bag onto the bed. She strode towards her window, in anger, as she violently pushed them open, almost chopping off Gokudera's head.

"Fuck…That was close…"said Gokudera, in exasperation, deeply sighing in relief. He slowly peeped through the ledge-seeing no one there, he jumped in.

He pulled out his dynamite, holding one between his teeth, in case someone came out. He shook his leg, unbuttoning his white long sleeved shirt, which was now sticking onto his skin.

He stuffed it into his bag, hoping to dry off for a while. He had time. He flexed his arms, unashamedly showing off his toned chest, and his arms.

She grumbled out of the bathroom, wrapping the towel around her body, cursing herself repeatedly.

"I had only one thing to do…Only one thing…It was only for one week too…Took the entire closet, but no…forgot to take the fucking flashlight…The most important thing when every light in the house is off!" She yelled at herself, absentmindedly closing the bathroom door.

She walked into her room, face to face with a flexing silver haired male.

"Oh my God!"

And plop went the dynamite out of his mouth.