Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Cosa Nostra	By : stormflame89 Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 2689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing in Katekyo Hitman Reborn and make no money from this fanfiction

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
I own nothing and receive no momentary compensation for writing this.
So here is the last chapter of the background story. Sorry it took so long but I had school and you know a life. I hope to get started on the next chapter today but I don’t know how that will work out. So this chapter was really hard to write and didn’t go in the direction I wanted it too at all so be kind.
Please review and stay tuned for more, as always translation list at the end.
Chapter 4
The attack wasn’t sudden, hell they’d been informed of it almost a week in advance but Iemitsu still felt blindsided by it. Maybe it was because it was the first big attack against the Vongola since he’d taken over the C.E.D.E.F., more likely it was that the attackers were the Varia.
Xanxus had done some serious housecleaning after he was given the Varia. He’d raised the standard of quality demanded by the Independent Assassination Squad until only the best of the best remained and then he had sent out his top teams to rustle the Mafia’s metaphorical bushes. It wasn’t really a surprise that the ones to fall out of said bushes were scooped up without hesitation.
It was even less of a surprise that the brightest stars of the youth flocked to the 15-year-old Xanxus like moths to a flame. After all, even though his Flames were corrupted with Storm Flames he was still a very powerful Sky. Soon the complement of the Varia elite was filled with the likes of Mammon the Deceiver and the young Belphegor also known as Prince the Ripper, and every single one of them was loyal to only the rebellious, foul tempered Xanxus.
It had been a powder keg just waiting to ignite.
Iemitsu knew that Nono had prayed every night that his wayward figlio would come to his senses but it became more apparent as the manor shook that the young Varia leader had lost all sense. That they would attack the main Famiglia said much of the boy’s respect for his father and family.
Iemitsu raced through the halls of the Iron Fort towards were he felt Nono’s Flames even as he knew his cugino¹ Massimo, Fredrico and Nono’s Guardians were battling the elite elsewhere. He really didn’t understand what Xanxus hoped to accomplish by attacking the way he did. Even if Nono and both of his remaining legitimate sons were killed it was unlikely that their murderer would ascend the throne, so to speak, or if he did his reign would be filled with battle and bloodshed as he fought to keep his place.
Iemitsu felt Xanxus’ toxic Flames rise as his father’s took on an odd cadence, one that the blond had never felt before. He was just around the corner from one of the lower audience chambers when he heard the teen scream. The world went still for a moment, Iemitsu’s body caught in midair as he hurtled toward the last turn. Then just as suddenly time speed up and Iemitsu found himself meeting the stone wall all too abruptly.
“BOSS!!!” A scream echoed through the hall as Iemitsu pulled his aching body from the wall. He shook himself, trying to shake the pain away, before he limped toward the door to the chamber.
“BOSS!!!” The voice was ragged and torn with grief despite its volume. Iemitsu suspected it was young Squalo, who was known for having an impressive set of lungs. The blond throw open the door and drew his side arm, his Flames depleted from earlier battles.
“BOSS!!!” Squalo’s scream was weaker and Iemitsu could see why as the boy painfully clawed his way across the marble floor with only one arm, his other hanging limply in its socket. The older male shifted his field of vision and almost dropped to his knees when he spotted his leader. Nono leaned heavily on his cane, Sky Flames still licking both his forehead and the cane, his face a mask of grief.
“BOSS!!” Iemitsu was almost afraid to look over at his young cugino, he’d hoped that the old man would be able to talk sense into his youngest figlio² because he’d hoped it would keep the old man from more heartache.
“BOSS!!” The scream ended on a sob. As much as Iemitsu wanted to comfort his boss there was still an unsecured combatant in the room and despite the fact that he was sure Squalo wasn’t in fighting shape one could not put anything past those who now bore the title Varia Quality.
“Boss…” Iemitsu turned and was shocked to the core. Squalo had dragged his broken body to the feet of a Flame incased statue centered in the middle of the chamber that the blond had never seen before. It took a moment but then Iemitsu’s heart jumped a little as he recognized the pained scowl that peered out of the almost clear solid Flame.
“Xanxus…” The name fell from his lips as a benediction because he knew what had happened. He’d read about it in Nono’s library, one of the Primo’s famed techniques – Zero Point Breakthrough. Young Xanxus was literally incased in iced over Sky Flames but he was still alive kept in perfect stasis until such time that the Flames were melted.
“Iemitsu.” His name drew him from his wonder and he was striding across the room to place his pistol at the back of the sobbing boy’s head. He flicked off the safety causing a shiver to travel up the broken body.
“Fottiti³.” Squalo snarled in a wrecked voice, his body shaking as he huddled at the feet of his frozen Sky. Iemitsu pressed his lips before casting a look over his shoulder, the firearm resting against short silver locks. Nono stared back at him for a second before nodding. The blond felt his shoulders relax as he pulled the gun back and flipped on the safety.
Than just as the boy started to relax the man struck out with the butt, effectively pistol whipping the teen. Squalo toppled sideways and lay silently enough that Iemitsu was almost worried he’d killed him. Above them the manor finally came to a complete stand still as the last of the Varia were brought to heel.
It was finally over.
000000000000000000000000000000000
It started as a routine investigation. Someone was shooting into the houses of Don’s who were allied to Vongola. It wouldn’t have been too bad except the shooters were entering and exiting the properties without leaving any clues.
At least not until a bullet was found.
The bullet was old, from the 19^th century old. So they started a quite search for an old gun to match their old bullet. It was easy to look up the purchase authorizations but from there C.E.D.E.F. hit a bit of a snag as there were a shit ton of people who owned firearms from the right era.
Again they got a lucky break when they noticed the shootings were happening in specific locations. Locations that just happened to be in neighboring areas to large fine art shows. Now they should another dead end as many fine art dealers had old guns in their collections but only one dealer had an 1891 Bodeo.
It was the pride and joy of Makoto Kozato. It was a family heirloom or the report showed but in unusual repair for a service revolver. So Iemitsu had some of his best men accompany him to one of the art shows that Kozato was reportedly going to attend.
It was probably the worst decision he had made since becoming the C.E.D.E.F. Boss. He’d been in his room at the hotel they were staying at when he felt a jarring sense of loss overwhelm him. The blond was rendered immobile for what felt like hours.
Iemitsu finally pulled himself together enough to stumble out of his room and to the elevator only to drop to his knees as the metal doors opened. Out poured a river of blood and tumbling behind like driftwood were the bodies of his men, including his Sun Saffron.
He hadn’t felt so sick since he’d realized what they’d done to Tsuna, his famiglia was … was massacred. The tall man crawled on hands and knees to the lump body of his Sun and pulled the blood-soaked corpse to his chest.
He was still warm.
Iemitsu let himself sink into that place deep inside where all his darkness and cold intellect resided. In that place nothing mattered accept that someone had taken something from him that he would never be able to get back. Saffron, Josiah, was his first Guardian and had left a deep imprint in his life, one that wouldn’t be filled even if he got a new Sun.
He laid the cadaver gently on the floor and stood up. He had no doubt that the police would soon be there as blood would have seeped down the elevator shaft and he had to find any clues he could before they messed up the scene.
He was in the process of moving one of the bodies when something out of the corner of his eye caught the blond’s attention. He felt cold fury settle in his veins as even though it was dripping with crimson the Bodeo gleamed in the hotel lights.
Iemitsu swore that Kozato would pay.
000000000000000000000000000000000
It was no surprise with all the goings on following the Flood of Blood and the Kozato murders that it took anyone six days to realize Tsuna was missing.
000000000000000000000000000000000
It was easy, so easy.
After the Cradle Affair many ‘Neighbors’, the name the watchers had decided on, were called out of retirement by the Vongola just to build back their strength. But ones like him who had left due to ‘major injuries’ had been left behind to watch the families of Namimori. He’d been tempted then to take the young Sky but something had held him back.
Then the Flood of Blood and the missing Consigliore had everyone in a panic, the Neighbors weren’t paying attention like they should have been. Maybe it was only easy because he was one of them but it was so easy. He slipped into the house through little Tsuna’s window in the dead of night and using a little coli form was able to bundle the boy up in a matter of minutes. He slithered back out with his precious burden without anyone the wiser.
Getting through the streets was just as simple. No one questioned him or even noticed his package. Luck was shining on him, which was the only explanation as to how he made it to the car he’d stashed on the outskirts of town with the Giovane Leone’s⁴ musuko⁵.
He smiled as he looked at the small brunette; the boy was out just as he’d been since arriving at the safe house in Sapporo. They’d never think to look for him so close to Namimori as anyone else would have caught the next plane out of Japan. Not him though, Japan was his home and where he wanted to raise the cute little Sky.
Firstly though, he’d have to fix him.
He looked down at the tools spread out on the bed he’d laid the boy on. Crystals and gems known for their Flame conducting properties. He’d laid the crystals in a circle around young Tsuna so as to boost the power of the Sun Ring he wore. It would have been better if he could have brought a Mist in but he couldn’t risk it.
He reached out his hand and allowed his Sun Flames to light for the first time in many years. He ‘d sworn not to use them after his Sky’s death but he was certain that his beloved Sky would understand. Would even be encouraging him to heal this poor abused soul.
He licked his lips and let his Flames enter the little Sky.
He jerked back and almost fell. He’d never been the able to feel Flames like some of his brothers in arms, so it wasn’t such a surprise that he hadn’t noticed it during the ‘rescue’ that the boy was a Neutral. He grit his teeth in disgust and confusion. Sawada Tsunayoshi was a Sky, which was a truth he’d held close to his heart since he’d first seen the boy. There was no mistaking that fact, the boy had just been to pure and good to be anything else.
That meant that someone had done something unbearable to the boy. They’d locked away the precious Sky Flames that made the boy who he was. He didn’t know if he could fix this. He’d prepared for many things including Sky Sickness but a complete cut off was a completely different matter.
He felt like crying as he hadn’t since his Sky’s funeral but he took a deep breath and released it slowly. He’d figure this out, he had too. He couldn’t keep the Sky sedated forever and his plans centered on the boy being the happy accepting Sky that he’d been when he was younger.
It was a key factor to his plan. His mind traveled to the serum in his bag. The one he’d gotten from the Lightning Arcobaleno. The one that would ease a bond between them. He’d have a Sky to love again and Tsuna would have someone who would always care for him. It was perfect plan because if they bonded no one would be able to separate them. It would be agony to the little Sky if they were apart too long and if he was killed well he’d probably have company in the afterlife.
He was sure Haya would love the little boy. He froze, that was the first time he’d thought his Sky’s name in almost eight years. It made his heart ache but he was sure it was sign that what he was doing was the right thing. Haya would approve, she’d have bundled the boy off to some far distant corner of Japan and mothered him like Nana never had.
He just had to figure out how to break whatever was holding back the Flames, and then he could use the serum. He lit his Sun Flames again and reached out for the boy preparing for a long night.
000000000000000000000000000000000
Iemitsu was terrified. He’d felt fear many times in his life but the moment he’d heard his figlio was missing terror had gripped his battered heart. Nono had been the one to tell him, and he had collapsed, completely unable to take the news that he might lose yet another close to his heart so soon. He had been ordered to bed rest and forbidden to join in the search.
Of course the blond had completely disregarded his cugino’s order and had caught the first flight to Japan that he could catch, loyal still alive Turmeric at his side. Three days had passed since he’d gotten the news and it was rapidity closing in on ten days since anyone had seen his Tuna-fish. Even sweet, clueless Nana had begun to wonder where her musuko was.
Finding out that one of the Neighbor’s, Taichi, was missing was a break that left Iemitsu breathless. To think someone entrusted with the safety of the families of Namimori could possibly be involved in his figlio’s disappearance was not a good thought. Taichi’s home was almost completely devoid of all clues, except a photo of a very pretty young woman.
He picked up the photo even as his men searched the rest of the spotless house for the second time. IF he remembered correctly the woman was Kaza Haya, the deceased Sky of a Yakuza based in Sapporo. His hand clinched tightly until the frame broke in his hand. The bastardo⁶ was in Sapporo, of that Iemitsu was certain.
He would lay siege to the city, shake every tree and wait for the man to fall. And when he did Iemitsu would make him rue the day he’d ever thought to cross the descendent of the Vongola Primo.
000000000000000000000000000000000
Taichi knew they would be coming. It had been ten days since he’d taken the musuko of the Giovane Leone and with everyday he could feel the weight of what he’d done closing in on him. He had made little progress in fixing the young Sky then he’d been that first night and he knew that if he didn’t give the boy the serum soon it would be too late as the Vongola would be knocking down the door to his safe house. He didn’t expect to survive the encounter except by the grace of god and a bond with the little Sky.
He took a sip of water from a glass and turned back to the boy. Tsuna had remained in a coma like sleep induced by another of the Lightning Arcobaleno’s concoctions. He raised his Sun Flame covered hands and gently touched the brunette. The Flames entered the boy and began attacking the amber Flames that where blocking Tsuna’s own Sky Flames.
He worked for hours without rest, straining his Sun abilities to their max and then some. He was finally making headway, the Sky Flames creaking under the on slot. He had just managed to wiggle a sliver of yellow into the oppressive amber when the door to his shelter was broken down. Taichi jerked up hand reaching for the pistol on the side table as a shot ripped through him. His Flames surged, splintering the Sky Flames around them before dissipating.
000000000000000000000000000000000
Iemitsu stared down at the dead body; Taichi hadn’t been as prepared as he probably thought he was. Hiding out in an old building owned by the Yakuza he had once served had been a big mistake and the man had been using large quantities of Sun Flames for days, sending out beacons to every Flame user in the area. The blond sighed and turned his head to look at the bed that held his figlio.
Little Tsuna lay still as the dead.
Iemitsu felt his jaw and hands shake as he reached out toward his figlio; he took a deep breath and held it as his fingers brushed smooth skin. The child was warm, alive.
The C.E.D.E.F. Boss felt his knees give way, the tension and despair that had held him upright gone. His Lightning placed a hand on his shoulder as he sat on the floor of the dust safe house. Too many things had happened in too short a time and it had left Iemitsu a raw bundle of nerves; Turmeric was a solid wall of comfort in his time of need.
After an amount of time that the blond would never truly be able to recall, he pulled himself to his feet and lifted his too skinny figlio into his arms. Iemitsu hated the dead man even more as he felt how light his boy had become. Now that he truly looked the boy was gaunt and frail looking, no doubt having not been fed in the ten days he’d been missing.
Iemitsu had plans to visit his youngest figlio and wife before returning to Italia. But their first stop would be a hospital, where one of the Mists would change records to show that the boy had been there the entire time. The child would stay there until he was well and then return home.
000000000000000000000000000000000
Going back to school after missing almost three weeks was hard on Tsuna. He had been having a hard time to start with but after so long being absent he was completely lost when it came to the school work. It hadn’t taken him long to become the very last student in the class rankings and the teachers who had already given up on him just over-looked him.
Not helping matters was his ever increasing clumsiness. He’d become use to the foggy world, the shifting of walls and the tilting of the floor that made up his daily existence over the years until he was almost able to walk around without falling; though stairs still gave him trouble. Only after waking up in the hospital things were different.
Suddenly he would have moments when his mind would clear and the world would still; leaving him off balance as he went to take a step only for the clarity to vanish in a blink. He’d fallen every time this had happened, often off curbs, down stairs and even once memorably through a window.
If he hadn’t deserved his nickname before his hospital visit he certainly did after. It had gotten to the point that everyone called him Dame-Tsuna, even his ka-san⁷ and otouto⁸. It wasn’t fair.
000000000000000000000000000000000
Tsuna glanced up, his brown eye obscured by tears, at the older boys who had made it their mission to make his life hell. None of them were particularly memorable but he knows that each of their faces are etched into his eight year old mind.
He tried to stand, only for him to fall back down with a cry, his leg unable to hold his weight. The bullies laughed, taking pleasure in the pain they had caused the small brunette. Children and adults walked past the park where the group of boys stood and most entirely ignored what was going on. Even those who paused and looked at them did nothing to help Tsuna.
Tsuna thinks he should hate them.
Only he can’t bring himself to, not the bullies or the passersby. Hate was to strong an emotion, one that poisoned a person from the inside out. Tsuna never wanted to find a person he hated, never wanted to look down at them like the bullies looked down at him.
So he swore in his heart that he would always to always look for the best in people. Unknowingly his chocolate eyes glowed orange, his Dying Will sealing his promise before fading away.
000000000000000000000000000000000
Massimo was dead. Iemitsu looked at the closed coffin that sat at the front of the church. Beside him sat Timoteo and the man’s remaining son. The mafia Don looked terrible to anyone who knew him but to the rest of the world he looked unmoved by his second son’s passing.
Iemitsu couldn’t say he felt much for his cugino’s death. Like with Enrico, he’d known the man would make a terrible Decimo, too much into the drink and back room poker games. Of course it seemed almost poetic that he’d been drowned not that the C.E.D.E.F. Boss would ever say that out loud. He had more tact then that, besides such comments were worth a bullet in the head.
The blond shook his head as the priest droned on about what a good man Massimo had been. How strong and courageous and full of life the man had been. Nobody in the room bought the lies but it seemed to ease Nono’s pain just a little to have his son painted in such a light. Fredrico, the new Decimo candidate, sat almost like a statue. Beside him his Guardians sat, faces pulled into proper mourning even though Iemitsu knew that every last one of them was happy their Sky would be the next Vongola Don.
Iemitsu didn’t have anything against the dark haired Fredrico; in fact he was the brother that the blond would have chosen from the beginning. But he had not been in charge of the half rings for either of the previous heir decisions. Around him the service ended, Iemitsu stood, buttoning his jacket as the deceased man’s Guardians picked up the coffin.
He watched with half lidded eyes as first the Guardians then the attendees exited the church. When he was the last man there he turned to the front again and stared at the crucifix on the wall. He crossed himself and whispered a heartfelt, selfish prayer.
“God, our Father in heaven, please hear me. Please let Fredrico live to rule the Vongola. May he live until he is old and his sons and daughters live until they too are old.” He paused sensing a small figure approaching him. He felt a sob catch in his as he forced the next words out. “Please almighty Father, please don’t pass this burden to my sons.”
000000000000000000000000000000000
It was raining; one of those hard downpours that left you soaked to the bone in moments and Tsuna didn’t have an umbrella, having given it to some old lady who was caught without hers. She’s looked at him like he was a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe but she took the umbrella anyways. That left little Tsuna walking home in the middle of a storm completely at the mercies of the tempest.
He was cold as he took small, slow steps so as not to trip or slip in the rain that gushed across the sidewalk. He wasn’t far from home when a young man not much older than him exited a car and flicked up a dark purple umbrella. Both of them paused as their eyes locked through the torrent. Tsuna knew he probably looked horrendous, covered in ratty clothes and drenched while the other boy looked fabulous with soft dry black locks and storm gray eyes.
The boy tilted his head before reaching into the car and pulling out a second black umbrella. He looked at it a moment before tossing it toward Tsuna. The little brunette fumbled with it slightly but managed to catch it; he pulled it to his chest and squeezed it tight. The other boy, looked at him oddly before turning to enter the car again, his purple komon⁹ flicking up to show his gata¹⁰ covered feet as he stepped up.
Tsuna could do nothing but stare as the car drove away. After a long moment he opened the umbrella to find that while the outside was a plain drab black the inside was a bright cheery orange. He looked up in wonder, having never seen such a pretty color before. He started to walk again and if he fell a couple times because he couldn’t take his eyes off the orange fabric well no one was watching.
000000000000000000000000000000000
Someone was beating up rule breakers all over Namimori. Tsuna wished that whoever it was would stop. The bullies seemed to be twice as vicious after having been to the hospital and constantly sought out Tsuna as a stress reliever.
To make matters worse his otouto, Yoshimi, had joined in with the bullies making even his home life hell. Their kaa-san didn’t seem to notice and the onetime he’d tried to tattle he’d ended up black and blue for weeks. It hurt that his beloved otouto would harm him but he could understand after all he was just Dame-Tsuna.
000000000000000000000000000000000
Tsuna was entering his last year of primary when he saw the boy again. It wasn’t raining, but they where a long distance away from each other so at first the brunette didn’t recognize him. This time the boy was wearing the uniform of Namimori Middle instead of a komon but Tsuna was sure it was him even if he couldn’t really see the other’s face.
Several large teens stood to the side each wearing an identical uniform and outdated pompadour. The boy growled something and lashed out at one of the boys with flashing metal tonfa. Tsuna gasped and took a step back, hoping the others wouldn’t notice him. However his luck ran true as in moments the boy was in front of him. He raised a single tonfa high above his head and brought it down hard on Tsuna’s skull.
“Ita¹¹, ita, ita.” Tsuna cried as he fell on to his butt, his head ringing from the blow.
“Stay out of my way.” The boy growled as he stared at Tsuna with pitiless eyes. The brunette nodded even as tears fell from his eyes.
“Hibari -sama.” One of the tall teens called. The boy in front of Tsuna turned his head to glare at the taller male. “There is trouble back at the school; some Yakuza thought it was a good idea to trash the place.”
“Kamikorosu¹².” Hibari snarled as he turned to stalk away from Tsuna. A tonfa lashed out at the boy who had spoken sending him to the ground. Another of the teens sighed even as he and the others moved to follow the younger male. The brunette boy sat perfectly still until all of them were out of sight.
Only then did he begin to shiver as anxiety rocked his body. This Hibari-sama was strong and fearless, not to mention super dangerous. He was probably also the person who was slowly closing a fist around the entire town. Tsuna was lucky to be alive.
000000000000000000000000000000000
The news of the downfall of the Estraneo rocked the Underworld. As far as anyone knew the mad scientists had been taken care of to the last but no one came forward to claim the hits. Iemitsu wanted to rip his hair out in frustration.
He ran one of the world ‘s largest information agencies and none of his people could find out a single thing about what had happened. The blond was sure this would come back to haunt him, but for that moment he closed the case and put it out of his mind. After all the Vindice were on the case.
000000000000000000000000000000000
The DNA test confirmed their fears, the ashes belonged to Fredrico. Nono was heartbroken, he hadn’t moved since the results were read. The man’s Guardians stood around the room solemnly, one sobbing quietly in the corner. Iemitsu didn’t know what to say, he himself was in shock.
Fredrico had been weeks from taking over Vongola when he disappeared. Three weeks, that was how long they’d been looking for him before a blank faced carrier had brought the box of suspicious ashes. He suspected that everyone had known, after all Fredrico’s Guardians had been listless for days, but Iemitsu knew that hope was one of the few things keeping Nono afloat.
“Iemitsu, I am sorry.” The blond blinked, unsure why Nono was sorry only to see him holding an old contract, the Dying Will Flames on top glowing as brightly as the day they had signed it. Iemitsu’s brown eyes widened as he took a step back, hand coming to close around his suit shirt near his heart.
“No.” his voice came out strained and broken. He shook his head and took another step away from his cugino. “You swore…”
“I know my friend, but he is the best option. The Famiglia¹³ must live on.” Timoeto looked old in that moment, over come with grief for his slaughtered sons and for what he was about to do. He lit a hand with flickering Sky Flames “I am sorry, so very sorry.”
“No!” Iemitsu screamed as his hand dropped to the gun that rested at his side. Everyone else in the room moved in sync, drawing weapons and pointing them at the enraged blond. “I won’t lose my son because you lost yours.”
Nono jerked back as if hit, the contract falling to the desk. Their eyes met and held for a long moment before the older man sighed. He seemed so despondent as he laid his head into his hands.
“You would have me ignore his birth right as the oldest.” Iemitsu nodded, tears starting to fill his eyes. “So be it, the next Vongola Decimo candidate is Yoshimi.”
Iemitsu felt his knees give out, he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. He’d protected Tsuna and damned his youngest son. What kind of father was he?
000000000000000000000000000000000
Reborn looked around the quite room into which he had just entered. It was an office he had been in many times as a friend of Nono’s but this time he’d been called for a job. He didn’t know the details, only that he would be leaving his student Dino sooner then he would have liked.
The cursed man jumped onto the desk and sat crossed legged as he stared at the somber Vongola Don. Behind the white haired man stood the C.E.D.E.F. Boss, Iemitsu Sawada.
“Caio¹⁴ Nono, Sawada.” His voice was high pitched in a way it hadn’t always been. Both men seemed tired and simply nodded at his greeting. “What job do you have for me my old friend?”
“We need you to go to Giappone¹⁵ Reborn and train the new candidate.” Nono said before sighing seeming to age before their eyes. Reborn didn’t blame the man, having lost three sons and having to deal with the betrayal of a fourth obviously weighed on the man. “Here is the file.”
Reborn took the manila folder with a picture attached to the front. The boy in the picture was young, younger then Dino anyways, with bright blond hair and brown eyes. As the World’s Greatest Hitman he could instantly see that the boy in the image was Iemitsu’s spawn. Just as he was about to open the file the blond spoke.
“That is my son Yoshimi. You are to train him to be Vongola Decimo but you are to leave his brother and mother out of this.” Iemitsu said causing Reborn to frown; surly the man knew that that would be almost impossible. Even if you removed the boy from the family’s home, which was unlikely to go over well, both brother and mother would be caught and used against the heir if they were unaware of the danger.
“I will do my best but I make no promises.” Reborn said as he tipped his fedora to cover his eyes. Iemitsu looked ready to argue but Nono held up a hand and the C.E.D.E.F. man fell quite.
“We thank you my friend.” Nono said formally. The child like man nodded and jumped from the desk. The folder was tucked away as he exited the room. He would take some time to read the file then make his way to Giappone, his only regret was that he hadn’t gotten to finish training Pipsqueak Dino.
Translation list
1 Cugino - Cousin
2 Figlio - Son
3 Fottiti - Go fuck yourself
4 Giovane Leone’s - The young lion’s
5 Musuko - Son
6 Bastardo - Bastard
7 Kaa-san - Mother
8 Otouto - Little brother
9 Komon - An informal kimono
10 Gata - Japanese wooden shoes
11 Ita - Ouch
12 Kamikorosu - I’ll bite you to death
13 Famiglia - Family
14 Caio - Hello
15 Giappone - Japan
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Cosa Nostra