A/N: PLEASE READ! GREETINGS! WELCOME BACK TO ME! Haha anyway, hey everyone, long time no see. I know many would ask, "Why the hell is she posting something other than Babysitting Days?" Well, there are three main reasons why I wanted to post this story:

1) I'm still alive people! Just wanted to inform everyone that though there was a wide lapse in updates, I am still very much alive. The reason for my impromptu and unannounced hiatus was because I purposely stopped writing to concentrate on my studies. Sometimes, when I write, my muse overwhelms me to the point that I think about nothing else but writing. Not good for people like me, I tell you.

2) Another reason for this new story was to tell everyone that I might move back to this site because apparently, I'm having a hard time with AO3 (Archive of Our Own). I'm more versed with the ways of this site. I know I'm being childish, going back and forth, saying this and that but in the end, I decided that the possibility of moving back to this site is almost 80 percent. I hope that people will still welcome me by then.

3) I'M GRADUATING THIS OCTOBER! YEAH BABY! Anyway, it's the biggest accomplishment of my life so far and the greatest honor of my family. It's also the main reason why I purposefully stopped writing because my graduation was nearing. Well, because of the long hiatus, I was unable to get back on track. I had the biggest author's block in the history of author's block! JK! Anyway, after October, I'll have about seven months reprieve before I go to medical school (June, 2014). So basically, I have seven months to write, write, and WRITE! So please look forward to it :)

About Fragmented: For those who have read this in AO3, you know my source of inspiration already. This story was born because of a thriller movie. However, it's just that. It wouldn't be based off that movie. Everything will be based on my frilly and gay imagination! Bwahahahaha! Thanks to the interest garnered by readers in AO3, I decided to continue this story. I already have chapter 1 typed up (just now actually). So I'll gauge the reactions of the readers on this site before I post the second chapter in another week or less depending on my workload.

Warnings: This will be a mafia-related fic. Giotto and Tsuna will be unrelated, so no incest, sorry ladies and gentlemen. However, there will be smexyness, violence since this is the mafia, and such. Please know that this story will be covering the dark side of the mafia, so prepare yourself. If you can't stomach a dark story, don't read it for your sake.

Disclaimer: I really hate this part because seriously, everyone knows this is FF. net. It's a site for fiction so duh we can't possibly own the story we're making fiction for. Ugh. Anyway, I don't own KHR, ok? other than that, enjoy!

Prologue

Tsuna lived a normal life. His existence wasn't anything special. He was just extra space, as others would say. But one thing sets him apart from the rest, and it was his 'intuition'. His family calls it 'Hyper Intuition,' and for most of his life, this ability had saved his clumsy ass more than once. An example was when he saw the strange man lingering near his school. For some reason, he felt cold, and dread seemed to clog his senses when his young self neared the stranger. So young Tsuna felt that he should call his mommy, and wait inside the school instead of walking home.

The next day, it turns out the weird man was the serial killer committing the crimes around the neighborhood for the past week. Scared shitless, he never walked home by himself till he was in middle school. Another time was when he saw a woman walking by the stairs, another prickling sensation came over him, and so his teen self had lingered behind the lady. Tsuna carefully trailed her, and before long, he saw her slip and was about to fall. With his proximity, he was able to safely pull her into safe ground.

It turned out that the woman was almost four months pregnant, and slipped on the uneven cement. Needless to say, Tsuna found himself incredibly confused and scared. What the hell was that? The last, solid evidence he had to prove that he had this weird hypersensitivity was when he was fourteen. It had been a sunny day, and the weather looked perfect for a trip to his grandfather's place. The ride would take about four hours before his family would be able to reach grandpa Timoteo's place. Therefore, it goes without saying that they had to leave their home early to catch the first bus of the day.

Buying the tickets and boarding the bus had been uneventful, but an hour into waiting for other passengers, Tsuna felt that strange sensation wash over him once again. He looked around and found nothing amiss but he knew better, and so he pleaded with his parents that they catch the next bus. His parents just looked at him as if he was crazy, but it only made him persist more. His father was disagreeable since the bus would leave in half an hour, but his mother—his very supportive and loving mother—had just stared at him wordlessly before nodding her consent.

"Tsuna, there better be a very good reason why we're wasting our time like this."

His father had been irritated, not to mention, sulky. And five hours later, his fears were founded when he was watching the news with his family at his grandfather's home. It was horrible. The news featured the explosion of bus 214 which left at 7 am that morning from Namimori to Shibuya.

Tsuna stared wide-eyed at the television, his fingers trembling at his sides. He could feel his father's heavy hands on his shoulders, his expression twisted in a grimace. Bus 214 had been the very bus boarded that morning. From then on, his family had relied on his 'superior instincts'. Just like any naive child, Sawada Tsunayoshi had been scared, and felt incredibly lost. What the hell is going on?

His family thinks this gift was a blessing, but for him, it was burden. Thus, he had made his family swear that this ability of his would be kept secret, and never mentioned outside the walls of their home. His grandfather had been kept in the dark. Tsuna knew he was his favourite grandson, and with his grandfather's protectiveness, he wouldn't be surprised if he had bodyguards the very next day.

Years had passed like the autumn breeze, and now he was a young man of 21. He had moved out from home two years ago. Somewhere at the suburban parts of Namimori, Tsuna found a cheap, cozy two-room apartment. He was currently finishing up his degree on BS Psychology, his interest on the psyche fueled by the fact that he could almost 'predict' things before they actually happened.

He worked part-time at a food joint, and thankfully, his superior was kind enough to let him work whenever he was available. This made it easier for him to finish the tasks assigned to him by his professors. Besides, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He was just average and he only wanted to live life without any complications, though it was easier to pretend that he was normal when he actually wasn't.

At the age of 25, he would be inheriting everything his grandfather owned, meaning he'd become filthy rich. Tsuna was also an only child, and this meant that he would be the sole inheritor of everything his parents owned as well. The brunet didn't like it though, because he knew that he would be the target of many thieves, and corrupt individuals who would love to get a hold of his assets. Spurned by the desire to live a normal life, Tsuna lived a secluded life, and made sure no one got too close.

Well, people never cared about him, anyway. He was called dame-Tsuna, and for him, that was enough. Being underestimated was better than being hero-worshipped. Well, that was supposed to be his life—his ideal life, but not all things go as planned.

By just one mistake, he catches the eye of the very heart of the mafia in beautiful Italy, the Vongola Famiglia. He had caught the attention of the boss of the most powerful mafia family in the world, also known as Vongola Primo. Unfortunately for Tsuna, one thing he can't ever 'predict' is the powerful desire of a Mafiosi. In the mafia underworld, there is only one iron clad rule, it applies whether you want to be a part of the mafia or not.

"Once you're in, there is no way out."

Please R&R :)