Introduction to the End.

Author's Note: I'm going to be doing a 100 Theme Challenge. Because I haven't been able to get Katekyo Hitman Reborn off my mind, I've decided to write all 100 Themes on some part of KHR. This is the very first prompt of the Theme challenge, Introduction. Please enjoy

Introduction


It had been a long day for Tsuna. Between dealing with meetings and taking care of Lambo and I-pin's schooling, Tsuna was ready to pull his hair out. It had been a few years after the Ninth had turned over leadership to Tsuna, and he was still struggling to get things right. Reborn stood with his back to Tsuna as he looked down at the grounds of their Italian estate.

“I'm very sorry. I'll talk to him again about his attitude,” Tsuna apologized, bowing as he talked. It was an unconscious habit that he had picked up. Reborn sighed, only half-listening. Lambo was at it again, apparently Tsuna's punishments weren't enough. Reborn made a note to himself to threaten the stupid cow later.

Hanging up the phone, Tsuna sighed and leaned back in his chair. Putting his hands over his face, he just shook his head slowly. “I thought I told everyone to quit letting him take grenades to school. I'm not sure how I'm going to hush this up.”

“I told you that we should have just sent them to the school that mafia children go to, Tsuna.” Reborn had warned him. Looking over his shoulder, he sighed, and then turned back to look out the window. This was the fourth time he had made this request of Tsuna, and it when he heard one of Tsuna's hands hit the desk, Reborn knew that Tsuna was going to object.

“I-pin and Lambo have to have a chance of a normal life. If not, then they won't learn what it is to have peace.” Tsuna was adamant about this point. Reborn raised an eyebrow and sighed as he continued to watch the grounds. Ryohei had just come in the gate from picking up Lambo and I-pin from school, but there was another car that had been stopped at the gate. Tipping his head to the side, Reborn glanced at the phone on Tsuna's desk expectantly. He smirked when the phone rang.

“Hello?” Tsuna sat there and listened to the voice on the other end. His eyes flicked to Reborn, and then back outside the window. Nodding his head once, twice, and a third time, Reborn rolled his eyes and sighed as he turned his back once more to his boss.

“Go ahead and let them in.”

Surprised, Reborn turned back around and hissed, “What are you talking about Tsuna? Do you know those people? That isn't a person that has had a background check. They don't even have an appointment.”

Hanging up the phone, Tsuna looked to Reborn a small smile on his lips. “Relax, it's just that new boss from the Gesso family. He wanted to come introduce himself since he was in the area.”

Reborn frowned and turned away. He watched the black unmarked car move up behind Ryohei's own car. When it went to a halt, Reborn turned and looked to Tsuna. The young man looked almost excited as he stood up and turned. “Well, let's go meet him, Reborn!”

Unable to deny a request from his boss, Reborn bowed his head and moved from the window. Tsuna had brushed a hand through his unruly hair, grabbed his suit coat, shrugged the coat on, and clasped the chain across his chest to hold it on. This alone earned him a tired smile from his former tutor.

Gokudera had all ready met them at the bottom of the stairs, and Yamamoto was not far behind him. Both men looked slightly concerned as Tsuna and Reborn approached. Tsuna was able to stop their protests before they started with a smile and small wave, “Hey.”

“Gokudera will you run a background check on this Gesso family? Yamamoto will you accompany Tsuna to go to the meeting room? Also, put Ryohei on guard on the outside of the room when you finish, Gokudera.” Reborn started to give orders. Tsuna's jaw dropped and he was shuffled off.

“Reborn!”

Tsuna couldn't believe that Reborn was taking so many precautions over an introduction. But, that was just the way he was. Shaking his head, Tsuna let Yamamoto push him towards the spacious library where all his meetings took place. “Reborn knows best, Tsuna. We all know better than to go against him, and you told us the same thing.”

It was a tense half-hour as Tsuna reclined in his chair. Yamamoto had started to tend to the room and get it ready for company. He stoked the fire, cleaned off the coffee table and then sent one of the maids for refreshments. Tsuna sighed, “I feel strangely useless.”

“Don't worry. These are things that Reborn told us to do. Normally, you would have more free will, and the fact that Reborn didn't stop you from allowing this guy entrance shows that he is giving you some trust.” Yamamoto smiled at his friend, trying to ease Tsuna's frazzled nerves.

After an hour had passed, and Tsuna's nerves were nearly shot, Ryohei finally peeked his head in, “Reborn has distracted the guest while Gokudera ran a background check. Gokudera and Reborn are will bring him in shortly, boss!”

Looking over to Yamamoto, who had taken a seat on his left side, Tsuna waited. After a moment, Tsuna heard the sound of boots clomping against the tiled floors. Standing up, he turned to the door, as he and Yamamoto both stood. First to enter was Gokudera, who immediately headed to Tsuna's right side, and next was Reborn.

After Reborn entered, there was a pause, and Tsuna held his breath. His heart hammered as a taller, white haired man entered. Once he was inside the room, Ryohei shut the door, but not before giving Tsuna a thumbs up and a big grin over the new comer's shoulder. When the door shut, Tsuna sprang into action.

“Ah! I'm so glad to finally get to meet you! I'm sorry that it took so long for us to finally meet,” Tsuna tried to smooth over any frazzled nerves and annoyance his new potential friend might have had. He couldn't help but notice the way the strangers hips swayed, or the way he wiped his hand on his shirt, before he reached out to grab Tsuna's hand.

The grip was firm, yet there was something else behind it. Tsuna usually didn't get a complete uneasy feeling when he touched people. Was his intuition finally working? Tsuna tried to turn off the alarm bells ringing in his head.

“It's okay. I understand that Sawada Tsunayoshi is an important figure in the mafia world. I would have been surprised had you admitted me so easily.” The light voice sent an electric shock down his back as Tsuna went into a daze. Hearing a loud cough from Reborn, Tsuna came back to his senses and dropped the other's hand, which was still clutched tightly in his own.

A light chuckle bubbled forth from the stranger's lips. Tsuna felt a pang in his chest, and suddenly it became harder to breathe. Reborn watched Tsuna, his eyes flickering between both leaders. How would Tsuna do in this situation?

Tsuna took his time taking in the way the other man looked. He couldn't tell what color his eyes were in the dimly light room, but he could tell his hair was white, and that he had a strange tattoo on the left side of his face. It was right beneath his eye, and somehow it complimented the Gesso family head's mature features. It also added to the many questions he wanted to ask.

“I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Byakuran, and I am the head of the Gesso family. It's a pleasure to finally get to meet the great Tsunayoshi.” Taking in Byakuran's voice, Tsuna tipped his head to the side. A frown graced his features momentarily as he took a step back. Yamamoto frowned, and Gokudera gritted his teeth.

“Tenth? Is something wrong?” Gokudera stood up, and Yamamoto had started to stand. Tsuna just placed a gentle hand on Gokudera's shoulder, shocking his right hand man. Gokudera looked to Tsuna, and Tsuna turned and smiled nodding. Placated for the moment, Gokudera returned to his seat and Yamamoto relaxed.

“I have the feeling that you're making fun of me, Byakuran-san.” Tsuna stood his ground as he waited for Byakuran to answer. The way that Byakuran stood exuded dominance. It wasn't something he was used to seeing from anyone who wanted an audience with him. A long moment of silence fell over the room.

Maybe it had been a mistake to admit this man after all.

“Not at all Tsunayoshi-kun. I was going to actually say that you're cuter than I would have imagined.” Tsuna's cheeks flushed, as Byakuran chuckled softly.

“When the other leader talked about the tenth generation Vongola boss, it's always with a certain amount of awe.” Byakuran smiled disarmingly. Still, something about that smile was too sweet. If a smile could be cruel, and at the same time, not threatening, Tsuna wondered if Byakuran's smile would fit into the category.

“Please. Have a seat.” Tsuna took a seat, and motioned for Byakuran to do the same. Sitting down after Tsuna was settled, Byakuran kept his eyes on the Vongola leader. Tsuna shrunk back in his chair. Byakuran stared at him as if he meant to devour him. Tsuna bit his lower lip, trying his best to frown.

“I have little time to stay and chat today, Tsunayoshi-kun. I'm afraid that I have another appointment to keep. But, I wanted to come and invite you to have dinner at my manor tomorrow evening. I like to take my dinner around seven o'clock. It's the first invitation of many that I hope you accept.” Tsuna raised an eyebrow and looked towards Reborn.

“Actually, I-”

“We accept.” Reborn spoke callously over the hesitant refusal. Byakuran seemed to brighten and relax a little more. Another smile, one Tsuna couldn't place this time, graced the elder man's features.

“I thank you for accepting for Tsunayoshi-kun, Mister Reborn. But, I'm afraid that this invitation is for him to deny or accept as he pleases.” Byakuran's soft voice chided the seasoned hitman. Tsuna raised an eyebrow, his jaw dropping some. Immediately, curiosity overcame any fear he felt. Reborn had just been put in his place by Byakuran.

Reborn narrowed his eyes, he put a hand on Tsuna's shoulder, and kept his mouth shut. Tsuna could tell the hitman was furious.

“I agree with Reborn, this is an invitation that I will accept.”

Tsuna sat straight in his chair. When Byakuran turned his eyes on him Tsuna flinched, but he kept an unwavering gaze on the white haired man. “Reborn is my council, and any time he speaks for me, it is as if that order came from my lips.”

Reborn's posture relaxed, and the weight of the hand on his shoulder eased some.

“Ah, a united family. It's so good to see that the Vongola have remained stead fast in their loyalty to each other.” Byakuran stood and, Tsuna nodded as he gave a quickly failing smile.

“By the looks of Gokudera-kun, it looks like I've overstayed my welcome.”

To avoid an incident, Tsuna stood and tried his best to muster up a friendly smile. Sticking out his hand, Tsuna tried to keep control of the situation, “I look forward to dining with you tomorrow night.”

Byakuran took the offer hand, and knelt before the young boss. Bringing up the smaller man's hand to his lips, Byakuran brushed them over the back of Tsuna's hand. “It will be my pleasure to serve you dinner. It will not be grandiose, but it will be something to show my intentions to the Vongola.”

Tsuna felt the heat burn even more inside him as those soft lips kissed the inside of his wrist.

“Why you- mmmppphhh.” Gokudera had jumped up, but Reborn had put a hand over his mouth. Instantly Gokudera had gone silent. The gun on his back pacified him better than Tsuna ever could.

Byakuran stood and smiled, “I'll send a car for you then. But, I would like some alone time with you to discuss a friendship between our families. If that's okay. I promise I'll take good care of you.”

“I look forward to it.” Tsuna blurted out as he flushed and pulled his hand from the soft warm one. Byakuran gave a soft chuckle, as he turned and moved towards the door by himself.

“Don't worry about me. I'll have your friend, Sasagawa-san, show me out.” Then, just as suddenly as he arrived, Byakuran was gone.

Tsuna let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Slumping down into his chair, Tsuna groaned, “Reborn-.”

“I know. I have my reasons, and I hope I'm wrong.” Reborn interjected coolly.

The next day flew by, and the next night came by quicker than Tsuna had anticipated it would. This time, the black car was admitted without fail by security. Tsuna tugged on the pin striped jacket as he turned to Reborn. Reborn eyed Tsuna, “You still can't tie a tie.”

Reborn corralled Tsuna, fussing over the looks that Tsuna normally ignored. “Reborn, I have a bad feeling about this.”

Moving outside, Reborn looked to Tsuna commanding his attention. “Tsuna, if anything happens. Your survival is first priority. Don't forget that.”

“That doesn't make me feel any better about this situation.” Tsuna complained as he looked at the black car with disdain. Nudging his boss forward, Reborn sighed as he watched Tsuna climb into the car. He waited outside until the car was gone, before he turned.

“Yamamoto. Gokudera. You know what to do.” Reborn's hair whipped against his face. Tsuna never heard the revving of the motorcycle, or saw Yamamoto and Gokudera speeding out after him on Gokudera's bike.

Tsuna couldn't remember what had happened. As soon as he had climbed into the car, he had been offered a drink. Tsuna had accepted an offered drink and downed it. It had almost been instant, he had blacked out afterward, and now he woke in a dimly light room.

“I do apologize for the inconvenience, Tsunayoshi-kun. I'm afraid that my men accidentally dipped into the vodka. I didn't realize we had such a light weight on our hands or I would have put bottled water in the car.” Byakuran sat by the bed, a cold compress in hand.

Sitting up Tsuna felt his head and a dizziness hit his body. “Oh no Tsunayoshi-kun you should rest a little more.” Byakuran's firm but gentle hands guided him down onto the bed once more.

Shutting one eye in attempts to get the world to stop spinning, Tsuna turned his cheek into the cool sheets of a bed. A comforting hand rested on the top of his head and brushed down to his cheek and over his lips.

“Byakuran...” Moaned Tsuna as he turned away from the hand. A chuckle was all Tsuna received in turn from his white haired host. Byakuran trailed a hand down Tsuna's chest plucking at the buttons on his shirt.

“Or, maybe it was more of the concoction of special drugs made for your visit that knocked you out. I'll be surprised if you remember that you were here at all.” Byakuran spoke in his unusually chipper voice.

Tsuna tried to force his eyes open as he looked up at Byakuran. The expression on the others face was amused and slightly darker than he had remembered. Had this been what he had sensed? Warm hands brushed down his stomach to cup his crotch and rub.

A small whimper came from parted lips. Byakuran's eyes raked over the helpless body of his victim. Licking his lower lip, Byakuran chuckled and shook his head. “Honestly, I didn't expect the Vongola boss to fall for a trick so easily. Especially with the worlds most famous hitman as his tutor.”

Tsuna was having a hard time concentrating on Byakuran's words. All he could focus on was the hand between his legs causing such delicious friction. At the back of Tsuna's mind there was a vague notion of how improper this all was. His back arched and legs parted as his member twitched and slowly hardened under Byakuran's careful touches.

“Byakuran!”

Byakuran smiled a big grin as his hand pushed against Tsuna's clothed erection. The young man bucked against his hand panting as his toes curled and arms buried themselves into the silken sheets. “My what a whore you are Sawada Tsunayoshi.”

Tsuna tried to open his eyes, he tried to ask questions, but all that came out of his mouth was strangled moans. “Oh, so you're more aware than I thought you would be. I guess you have luck, but that luck won't save you for long.”

Byakuran slowed down his strokes as he hummed softly, “You know Tsunayoshi-kun. The outcome of this night would have been the same. You just happened to come to me willingly. For that you get a little reward.”

“I could spare all your friends if you stay in this room for a few days. But, I doubt you would idly sit by.” Byakuran listened to Tsuna's whimpers his eyes narrowing and his lips turning up into a sneer. Tsuna vaguely cataloged the look.

I guess it's true...Beautiful people can still make ugly faces.

“Depending on your performance, you might get to stay alive a little longer, Tsunayoshi-kun.” Byakuran shifted closer to the bed. His fingers drummed over the sensitive flesh. He didn't bother to take Tsuna out of his clothes just yet.

Realizing it was better to keep his eyes shut, Tsuna felt arousal washing upon him in waves.

“I'm getting tired of this. Why not cum for me, Tsunayoshi-kun?” Byakuran sighed as he picked up the pace of his hand. Stimulating Tsuna as much as he could, Byakuran gave a sly smile.

His body tensed as he arched his back off the bed. “Oh!” His lips opened in a silent scream, and his hips pushed up a few times. His body stayed that was as if suspended in time.

After what seemed ages, Tsuna's body collapsed back to the bed with a thud. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he turned his cheek over to the side. His blank eyes stared through the wall in a sex induced haze.

“That smell is delicious on you. I hope you continue to smell as appetizing.”

“I had heard that you were a virgin, Tsunayoshi-kun. But, you lasted longer than any virgin I've been with previously.” Byakuran mocked the toppled leader. His fingers deftly unbuttoned and unzipped Tsuna's pants. A soft noise of protest cut from Tsuna's throat.

“I wonder who fucked you first.” Byakuran brushed his lips down the side of Tsuna's neck.

“Was it Gokudera-kun?” A whimper came from Tsuna as he tried to wiggle away.

“Did I guess wrong, then it must have been Yamamoto-kun.” Byakuran chuckled, his fingers dug into Tsuna's hip to keep him from wriggling over to the other side of the bed.

“If that's not right, then is it Mister Reborn? It really doesn't matter honestly.”

Pulling Tsuna's pants down, Tsuna cried out his eyes snapping open. Instantly, he regretted it, and started to gag. Byakuran moved to grab the trash can. As soon as it was offered, Tsuna tossed up the contents of his lunch from earlier that day.
Soothing him back down, Tsuna pushed weakly at Byakuran's hands. “Byakuran what-”

His protests were cut off by a drink being forced to his lips. “Drink it all.”

Tsuna tried to resist the drink, but in the end, as drugged as he was he couldn't resist. The drink slid down as easily at first. Slowly, everything cleared before suddenly going hazy again. Tsuna realized he was in trouble.

After a moment, between his spread thighs, Tsuna's member stood proudly. Byakuran just laughed silently to himself. Brushing the pad of his thumb over the twitching head, Byakuran eyed Tsuna's face.

Tsuna's eyes were half lidded, his cheeks, a deep cherry, and his lips parted as Tsuna moaned shamelessly.

“I'll have to make sure the doctor gets a good raise. The aphrodisiac was very potent.” Byakuran hummed a little.

Tsuna squirmed a little, his body twitching. Each movement on the bed became repetitive as his back arched and hips twitched. He rubbed his ass against the bed sheets with an increasing speed.

“Display yourself to me.”

Tsuna let his back hit the sheets. His legs spread a little wider as his fingers eagerly tugged at his erection. Lulling his head to the side, Tsuna moaned. He continued to move his legs and his breathing hitched. His toes curled as he scooted himself almost to a sitting position.

“That's it. Good boy.”

Byakuran took off his vest and tie as he watched Tsuna writhe around on the king sized bed.

Taking his time Byakuran started to pluck loose the buttons on his shirt, and once he was finished he took off the bothersome clothing. Folding the shirt he sat it on the chair he had previously settled into. Next, came the khaki pants, also meticulously folded. Taking off his boxers and then his rings, Byakuran finally crawled onto the bed with Tsuna.

“Tsuna. If you're a good boy I'll reward you.”

Through the heat and haze in his head, Tsuna turned his head towards Byakuran. But, there was no recognition on his face at all. His fingers gripped into the bedsheets as he moaned loudly. Turning on his stomach, Tsuna spread his legs showing off his puckered entrance to his enemy.
Leaning over the smaller frame of the disabled leader, Byakuran whispered into his ear quietly, “Where are the Vongola rings?”

At first Tsuna didn't answer. He writhed around on the bed his hand tugging at his erection. Byakuran frowned and slapped Tsuna's hand from his member. He let his hand take it's place as he squeezed on the sensitive flesh. Tsuna yelped.

“Tsunayoshi-kun. You don't get a reward until you tell me what I want to know.” Tsuna squirmed and tried to wiggle away, but Byakuran held his cock in his hand.

“I...nnn...destroyed them.”

Byakuran's eyes narrowed as he heard the answer.

His hand smoothed up Tsuna's hip and his nails bit into the skin as he drug his hand up the other man's side. Byakuran pushed his erection against Tsuna's entrance. “I see. So they are completely destroyed?”

Tsuna didn't answer, but Byakuran already knew what he would have said.

His eyes narrowed and he settled behind him pulling Tsuna into his lap. One of his hands wrapped around the column of Tsuna's neck, his erection rested at the not stretched entrance of the Vongola leader.

“Bad Tsunayoshi-kun. I'll have to punish you...”

Just as he was about to thrust into Tsuna's body, something cold was pressed against the back of his neck. A low growl sounded from behind him. Byakuran sighed his hands going up as he chuckled, “All right. You win.”

Tsuna pitched forward with a moan as he gripped into the bedsheets. He started to rub against them to try and get some relief.

A hand came down against Byakuran's temple, and he was knocked to the side. Falling off the bed, Byakuran ducked as Yamamoto's sword missed lopping off his head by an inch.

“TENTH!” Gokudera had taken a blanket and thrown it over their leader.

“The longer you stay here, the harder it will be to get out. Also, that aphrodisiac is special. If you don't give him sex right now, it might over load his senses.” Byakuran cheerfully offered to his prey's protectors.

“We don't have time Yamamoto. Tenth's safety is first. Byakuran, I'll kill you the next time I see you.” Gokudera had picked up his boss in the sheets, and turned quickly moving out the door. Yamamoto made sure to cover their retreat his eyes burning into Byakuran's.

“What? You're not going to make threats?”

“Someone like you isn't worth my time,” Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, then turned quickly to leave the room.

“Such obedient guard dogs.” Byakuran mused as he sat there a hand pressed to the slight cut on his neck.

As soon as they had arrived home, Shamal had been called. Reborn stood outside the door along with Yamamoto and Gokudera. Gokudera was pacing with a cigarette between his lips. Yamamoto leaned against the wall, his eyes shut.

After a few moments Shamal moved out. “Everything looks good. You stopped a rape from happening in the nick of time.”

“Is he going to remember what happened?”

Shamal turned to Reborn, and shook his head. Gokudera and Yamamoto both let out relieved sighs. An uneasy quiet fell over the group. Reborn turned. “We got a video message from Byakuran before you two came back with Tsuna.”

“What did that fucking creep say?” Growled Gokudera.

Reborn pushed his fedora down, and scoffed. “He showed his true colors. Byakuran is actually the head of the uprising mafia group known as Millefiore. It's the group that's been trying to get a hold of the Vongola rings.”

“What makes him so special? It's just another terrorist mafia group, right?” Yamamoto sighed, his hand rubbing through his short black hair.

Looking up at Tsuna's best friends, Reborn let shook his head, “He's promised the demise of all arcobaleno by the end of six months. Not only that, but he's ordered a Vongola family hunt.”

“Letting Tenth meet him was a mistake! How couldn't I have caught this?!.” Gokudera turned punching his fist against the wall.

Reborn sighed, “I wish Tsuna and I had been wrong.”


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Author's Ending Note: So, how was it? Let me know what you think! It's the first time I've written something that's been this near non-con.