KHR: Decimo Primo

Tsuna slowly blinked his eyes open, groggily pulling himself out of bed. The events of yesterday's celebration and the bonding with his friends felt like a dream. It had been a much-needed break, but now the reality of his responsibilities set in.

His room was quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock and the distant hum of the mansion's bustle. He stretched, letting out a long yawn, then glanced at the clock. The sunlight was streaming through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. It was already past noon, a little later than usual.

"Tsuna, time to wake up!" Reborn's voice cut through the air from outside the room.

Groaning, Tsuna sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I'm awake…" He didn't feel particularly excited, knowing what today was. The excitement of yesterday had passed, replaced by the sobering thought of his first real mission as a mafia associate.

After yesterday's party, which had been a rare moment of fun and peace, Tsuna had been hoping for a quiet day to rest. But as always, Reborn had other plans.

Tsuna slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool floor. He could hear the faint murmur of conversation coming from downstairs. His father, Iemutsu, was probably busy with work he always seemed to be in meetings or handling something related to the family business. The mansion felt eerily quiet without Nana around, her absence always left an empty space in the house.

After a quick wash-up, Tsuna made his way downstairs, his mind heavy with the thought of what awaited him.

Reborn was already at the dining table, looking as collected as ever, while Iemutsu was absent from the scene likely still locked in one of his meetings. The maids were finishing up breakfast preparations, and the kitchen smelled faintly of fresh coffee and scrambled eggs.

Tsuna sighed, dragging his feet toward the table. "Good morning, Reborn…" he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

Reborn didn't look up, instead fiddling with his cup of coffee. "Morning. Hope you enjoyed your little break because it's time to get serious now."

Tsuna froze, his stomach sinking. "What do you mean by that?"

Reborn looked up then, his eyes gleaming with that unsettling glint of his. "You're leaving for your first mission today. We need to get you ready."

Tsuna's mind went blank for a moment. "Wait, what? Today?"

"Yep, Dame-Tsuna I told you yesterday," Reborn said, nonchalantly. "It's a simple one, but it's important. You're to accompany a young boy named Hayato Bellini to a piano recital."

"Hayato Bellini?" Tsuna repeated the name, furrowing his brow. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

Reborn took a sip of his coffee. "He's the son of the Boss of the Bellini Family, a subordinate family of the Vongola. They requested an escort for him, specifically asking for a young boy to accompany him for safety and companionship during the recital. It's a test of trust and a way for you to get used to your role."

Tsuna's stomach churned. "A bodyguard? For someone my age?"

"Exactly," Reborn confirmed. "It's not as simple as it sounds. This mission is important for both you and the Bellini family. You'll be there to make sure nothing goes wrong. It's a good way to see what it means to protect someone and to start proving your worth."

"But I… I don't even know him," Tsuna said, anxiety creeping into his voice. "What if something happens?"

"You'll be fine," Reborn said, with rare reassurance. "You've been preparing for this. You're capable, Tsuna."

Tsuna nodded reluctantly, though his nerves didn't subside. "I guess I'll have to do my best…"

Reborn set his cup down and stood up. "Good. Basil was originally assigned to this mission, but he's tied up with a separate task from CEDEF. You're the backup, so it's your turn."

Tsuna let out a quiet sigh. "Alright, I'll get ready."

"Do that," Reborn said. "You'll leave in an hour."

With that, Tsuna turned, feeling the weight of the responsibility pressing on him. He wasn't quite ready for this, but it seemed there was no turning back now.

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The drive to the Bellini Family's estate felt longer than it actually was. Sitting in the sleek black car provided by his father's organization, Tsuna fidgeted nervously, his hands gripping his lap tightly.

Before leaving, his father, Iemitsu, had appeared out of nowhere, barging into the entry hall with his trademark loud enthusiasm. "Tsuna, my boy!" he had bellowed, sweeping him into a bear hug before Tsuna could even process his presence. "Your first mission, huh? Escorting someone to a piano recital! A little tame, but you've got to start somewhere!"

"Stop squeezing me—!" Tsuna had wheezed, flailing to escape his father's grip.

"Listen," Iemitsu said as he finally let Tsuna go, leaning down to meet his son's gaze. His expression softened, though the grin never left his face. "I know you're nervous, and that's okay. But this is a big step, even if it seems small. You've got what it takes. Just trust yourself, alright?"

"...I'll try," Tsuna had mumbled, feeling a flicker of reassurance despite himself.

"That's the spirit!" Iemitsu exclaimed, clapping him on the back—hard enough to make Tsuna stumble forward. "Make us proud, son!"

Now, in the car, Tsuna replayed those words in his head, trying to summon some semblance of confidence.

"Relax, Tsuna," Reborn said, breaking the silence without even looking at him. "You'll make a bad first impression if you show up looking like a nervous wreck."

"I can't help it!" Tsuna blurted out. "What if I mess this up? This is my first mission!"

"Then don't mess it up," Reborn said bluntly, earning a frustrated groan from Tsuna.

The car slowed as it turned onto a long driveway flanked by tall, imposing iron gates. Beyond the gates, a sprawling estate came into view. The mansion was grand and elegant, its white stone exterior gleaming in the afternoon sun. Manicured gardens stretched out in every direction, with fountains and statues dotting the landscape.

As the car came to a stop in front of the main entrance, Tsuna swallowed hard. Two men in black suits approached to open the car doors. Reborn hopped out gracefully, while Tsuna clumsily followed, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"This is it," Reborn said, adjusting his fedora. "Time to meet your client."

The massive oak doors of the mansion swung open, and a tall, distinguished-looking man stepped out, flanked by two bodyguards. He had sharp features, silver hair neatly combed back, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to assess Tsuna with a single glance. He was dressed in a tailored suit, exuding authority and composure.

"Ah, you must be Tsunayoshi Sawada," the man said, his voice smooth and formal. "I am Alberto Bellini, head of the Bellini Family. Welcome to our home."

Alberto's gaze shifted to Reborn, and a small, knowing smile crossed his face. "Reborn, it's been a while. I trust you'll ensure this young man is up to the task?"

"Of course," Reborn replied confidently. "Tsuna might be a bit rough around the edges, but he's got potential."

"Let us hope so," Alberto said, his smile fading slightly. "This recital is important to my son, and I cannot take any risks."

As if on cue, a boy around Tsuna's age appeared in the doorway. He was strikingly different from his father, with narrow, almond-shaped green eyes and messy silver hair that fell around his face in soft waves. His mixed Japanese-Italian heritage was evident, his features finely chiseled and distinct. Unlike his father's imposing presence, Hayato's lean frame and sharp gaze exuded an air of confidence and defiance.

Hayato was dressed neatly in a black suit, but it was clear he wasn't thrilled about it. His posture was slightly slouched, and he fiddled with the cuffs of his jacket as he stepped forward.

"Hayato," Alberto said, motioning for the boy to join them. "This is Tsunayoshi Sawada. He'll be accompanying you to the recital today."

Hayato's piercing green eyes flicked to Tsuna, his expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism. He crossed his arms and tilted his head. "This guy's supposed to be my escort?"

"H-Hello," Tsuna said awkwardly, bowing slightly again. "I'm, uh, looking forward to helping you today."

Hayato raised an eyebrow, then smirked faintly. "You don't look like much, but I guess we'll see how this goes."

"Hayato," Alberto said sharply, his tone reprimanding. "Be polite."

Hayato rolled his eyes but didn't say anything more. Alberto turned back to Tsuna, his expression softening slightly. "Please take care of my son, Tsunayoshi. He's… spirited, but he means well."

"I-I'll do my best," Tsuna said, his voice wavering slightly under the weight of the responsibility.

Reborn smirked. "Good. Now that the introductions are done, let's get moving. The recital won't wait for anyone."

Hayato gave a small huff but followed his father's instructions, walking toward the waiting car with Tsuna and Reborn close behind. As they climbed into the vehicle, Tsuna couldn't help but feel the weight of Hayato's curious gaze on him. This was going to be a long day.

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As Tsuna and Hayato prepared to depart, the atmosphere was interrupted by the arrival of a young girl. She appeared to be around nine years old, with long, straight light pink hair cascading down her back and striking green eyes that mirrored Hayato's. Tsuna couldn't help but notice her delicate features and the graceful way she carried herself, a stark contrast to the tension that suddenly filled the room.

"Ah, I seem to have forgotten to mention," Alberto said, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. "This is my eldest daughter, Bianchi. She will be accompanying Hayato to the recital; she's an important part of his performance."

At the sight of his sister, Hayato's complexion visibly paled, his earlier confidence waning. He took an involuntary step back, eyes widening slightly. Tsuna observed this reaction with confusion, unaware of the underlying reasons for Hayato's fear.

Bianchi approached with a warm smile, her gaze briefly meeting Tsuna. He felt a slight flush rise to his cheeks, taken aback by her beauty and poise. She seemed to notice his reaction, her smile deepening ever so slightly.

"Hello, Hayato," she said softly, her voice carrying a melodic quality. "Are you ready for the recital?"

Hayato swallowed hard, nodding stiffly. "Y-Yeah, sure..."

Unbeknownst to Tsuna, Hayato's apprehension stemmed from past experiences. Their father had a peculiar belief that consuming Bianchi's cooking before a performance would lead to a unique outcome. Unfortunately for Hayato, her culinary creations were notoriously poisonous, leaving him in a state of dread whenever she was involved.

Oblivious to this history, Tsuna tried to ease the tension. "It's nice to meet you, Bianchi. I'm Tsunayoshi Sawada, but you can call me Tsuna."

Bianchi turned her attention to him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "A pleasure to meet you, Tsuna. I hope we can all enjoy the recital together."

As they made their way to the car, Tsuna couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the sibling dynamic than met the eye. Hayato's unease around his sister was palpable, and Bianchi's presence seemed to cast a shadow over his earlier bravado. Determined to fulfill his role, Tsuna resolved to stay vigilant, even as he grappled with the complexities of the family he was entrusted to protect.

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As the car journey continued, Tsuna noticed Hayato's earlier tension had eased slightly. Seizing the opportunity to delve deeper, he asked, "Hayato, did you have a piano teacher who inspired you?"

Hayato's eyes brightened at the question. "Yes, there was a woman who visited our home when I was young. She was an exceptional pianist and taught me with such patience and care. I owe much of my passion for music to her."

Unbeknownst to Hayato, this woman was his biological mother, a talented pianist who had an affair with his father. Due to the family's strict adherence to tradition, Hayato was led to believe that his father's wife was his mother, while his true mother's identity remained hidden

Bianchi, aware of the true family dynamics, shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She cast a sidelong glance at Hayato, her expression a mix of sympathy and inner conflict. The complexities of their family relationships weighed heavily on her, especially considering her own strained relationship with their father's wife and mother.

Tsuna, sensing the shift in the atmosphere but unaware of the underlying reasons, continued, "It's wonderful to have had such an inspiring teacher. Do you still keep in touch with her?"

Hayato's expression grew somber. "No, she... passed away when I was very young. I never really knew her well, but her influence stays with me every time I play."

Bianchi's gaze softened, and she looked away, her thoughts troubled. The loss of Hayato's mother and the secrets surrounding their family had left deep scars, affecting them both in different ways.

Tsuna offered a comforting smile. "I'm sure she'd be proud of the pianist you've become."

Hayato nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Tsuna. That means a lot."

"So, Hayato, aside from piano, what other interests do you have?" Tsuna inquired with genuine curiosity.

Hayato's eyes lit up, a spark of enthusiasm breaking through his usual reserve. "Well, I have a keen interest in mathematics and science. I enjoy solving complex problems and often apply mathematical theories to various aspects of my life."

Tsuna raised an eyebrow, impressed. "That's impressive. Do you find that your analytical skills help with your music?"

Hayato nodded thoughtfully. "Definitely. Understanding the mathematical structures within compositions allows me to interpret and perform pieces with greater depth."

Bianchi, who had been listening quietly, interjected with a soft smile. "Hayato has always been exceptionally bright. He used to spend hours reading books far beyond his age level."

Hayato's cheeks tinged with a faint blush at his sister's praise. "I just found them interesting, that's all."

Tsuna chuckled, appreciating the sibling dynamic. "It's great to have such diverse interests. Do you have any hobbies that help you relax?"

Hayato paused, considering the question. "I enjoy reading and occasionally dabble in chess. Strategic games help me unwind and keep my mind sharp."

Tsuna smiled warmly. "Chess sounds fun. Maybe we could play a game sometime."

Hayato's eyes brightened at the suggestion. "I'd like that. It's been a while since I've had a good match."

Bianchi observed the budding friendship between the two boys, her expression softening. She felt a glimmer of hope that Hayato might finally be finding the companionship he had long been deprived of.

As the conversation flowed, the car approached the recital venue. The imposing building loomed ahead, its grandeur adding to the anticipation of the upcoming performance. Tsuna felt a sense of camaraderie with Hayato, eager to support his new friend in both music and life.

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As the car neared the recital venue, Tsuna found himself gazing out the window, enjoying the quiet hum of the car as they drove through the peaceful countryside. Hayato sat beside him, still slightly tense but calmer after their earlier conversation. At the same time, Bianchi occupied the seat across from them, her sharp green eyes gazing absently out the opposite window.

But the serenity was soon shattered.

Tsuna's brow furrowed as he glanced into the side-view mirror and noticed something odd: three sleek black cars trailing close behind. They hadn't been there before, and now their proximity felt deliberate.

"Hmm?" Tsuna tilted his head. "That's weird..."

"What is?" Bianchi asked, glancing over at him.

"There are three cars following us," Tsuna said, his voice tinged with unease. "They've been sticking close for a while now."

Bianchi's gaze flicked to the back window, her expression sharpening as she noticed the vehicles. Hayato leaned over, squinting at the mirror.

"What?" Hayato asked, his voice uneasy. "Why are they so close?"

Before anyone could answer, the black cars suddenly sped up. One veered around their vehicle and swerved before them, cutting off their path. The other two flanked them on either side, forcing their driver to slow to a halt.

"What the—?!" The driver slammed on the brakes, jarring everyone forward in their seats. The tires screeched loudly, and the car came to a stop with a jolt.

Tsuna's stomach sank as the black cars came to a halt, boxing them in completely. The doors of the other vehicles opened, and men in dark suits stepped out in unison. Sunglasses and hats obscured their faces, but their threatening demeanor left no room for doubt about their intentions.

"Wh-what's going on?!" Tsuna stammered, his voice trembling.

The driver, now visibly nervous, turned toward the group. "I don't know who they are, but they're clearly not friendly. Stay in the car, and don't open the doors!"

Bianchi frowned deeply, her usual confidence replaced with a tense alertness. "This isn't random... they're after us."

"Us? Why?!" Hayato's voice cracked, his face turning pale as he shrank back in his seat.

"Think about who we are," Bianchi muttered, her tone icy. "A Mafia family's children make high-value targets."

Tsuna's pulse quickened as the gravity of the situation sank in. His mind raced, his breaths shallow and panicked. They were surrounded, with no clear way out.

The kidnappers began approaching the car, one of them gesturing with his hand. The leader barked an order in sharp Italian:

"Get the kids out of the car! Move quickly!"

Bianchi placed a protective arm around Hayato, her expression darkening. "Stay close to me," she said firmly. "Don't move unless I say so."

Hayato, however, seemed frozen in fear. His green eyes darted around frantically, and his usually sharp tongue was silenced.

Tsuna's hands trembled as he looked at them, his stomach churning with fear. But seeing the fear in Hayato's eyes—this boy who had just opened up to him about his passion and dreams—ignited a small spark of determination.

"We can't let them take us," Tsuna said, surprising even himself with how steady his voice sounded.

The first kidnapper reached for the door handle. The lock clicked open with a mechanical whir, and the man's shadow loomed over the interior.

Tsuna clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling but unwilling to back down. He didn't know how he was going to protect Hayato and Bianchi, but one thing was certain: he couldn't let them fall into these people's hands.

The kidnappers' leader stepped closer, barking another order, and the tension in the air thickened like a suffocating fog.

"Tsuna…" Bianchi's voice cut through the chaos, calm but heavy. "If you have a plan, now's the time."

The weight of responsibility bore down on him. This was his mission, and failure wasn't an option.

The car creaked as the door began to swing open fully.