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Edit: Having issues with Xaxnus' guns, and Tsuna's clothes, and Dino in general. T_T

Soundtrack: My Generation by YUI: [link]

Randomness: [link] (Why are there so many versions of this song?! It's scary!)

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He found Tsuna at the park, sitting dejectedly on the swings. The teen was alone, which was an oddity. Nowadays it was rare for the young mafia candidate -- mafia heir, in fact, since Tsuna won the trials -- to be seen without at least two or three other members of his make-shift famiglia hovering on the wings, whether it was the familiar vanguard of Gokudera and Yamamoto, or troublesome protégés like Lambo and I-Pin. Tsuna was their sky. He held them up and supported them. Tested their limits. Bound them together and drew them in. They needed him like air: too often unnoticed unless absent, but never the less as pervasive as earth's gravity.

"...Hey, Tsuna."

The object of his scrutiny looked up at the sound of his name.

"Dino-san," Tsuna smiled wanly.

Eyebrows raised in question, Dino gave the Vongola heir a succinct once-over before perching on the neighbouring swing. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noted that his men were taking positions around the park and turning other pedestrians away through force of presence alone. Tsuna wouldn't appreciate the action; he hated being reminded of his position. Dangerous. Illicit. Underground. A strange world that didn't play by the rules he'd grown up with for fourteen years.

Romario, Dino's trusted right-hand man, nodded once from the entrance of the park.

Location secured.

Somewhere, a child started crying.

"Stop it," Tsuna snapped and stood, rattling the chains of the swing. "Dino-san, whatever your men are doing, tell them to stop. I don't need this."

"They're just ensuring our safety," Dino replied, calmly, because one of them had to be calm. "Xanxus did have other supporters besides his six guardians-"

"This is my neighbourhood! I grew up here. It's not dangerous, Dino-san, unless you're afraid of getting splinters from the wood! It's just a normal, every-day, ordinary neighbourhood! So please, just... don't."

Dino kicked at the ground, sending the swing gently swaying. "Hey, do you still have that handgun I gave you?"

"What?" Tsuna started, thrown off by the sudden shift in topic. "No!"

"'What, no'?" Dino mimicked, "That's my favourite handgun, given to me by the boss of the _____ family for the first anniversery of my ascension. The sentimental value alone..."

Tsuna looked at him in growing horror and Dino decided that Reborn's sadistic tendencies must have rubbed off at some point during training, because he had a feeling that the smirk creeping along his lips would've matched his ex-tutor's quite nicely. On the other hand, the young Vongola heir looked ready to die.

"Ah, what to do," the blonde lamented, one fist hiding the upward curve of his lips as he turned away. "After I lent it to you so generously..."

"I'm sorry!" Tsuna shrieked. He shrieked. "I still have it! It's in the shoebox in my closet."

"...You kept my favourite handgun in a shoebox in your closet?"

"HIIEEEE!! I'm so sorry Dino-san!!!" Tsuna wailed, and flailed, and pulled at his hair. No one could panic quite as spectacularly as Sawada Tsunayoshi could.

Helplessly, Dino laughed, waving the frantic middle-schooler off.

"It's alright, Tsuna. I was just teasing. It's good to see that you're still so energetic."

Tsuna merely looked at him, hands still fisted in his hair, brows furrowed fretfully. The lines were so deep, they seemed to be permanently carved into his forehead.

Shaking his head in fond exasperation, Dino turned, waving at Romario who was, as always, waiting within hearing distance. "Romario! Tell the men they have the next few hours off!"

"Young master?"

Dino jerked a thumb over at the younger mob boss. "The Vongola's 10th says the place is safe, so I'll place my trust in him for a while. You're just bugging the civilians anyway."

Romario's exasperated sigh was more like a huff of annoyance, which Dino tactfully ignored as he flashed a smile at Tsuna.

"As you say, sir," the man conceded, and radioed the rest of his men via wireless headset, giving Tsuna a pointed look over his boss' shoulder. The Cavallone's 10th was well known for his concern over the welfare of civilians, preferring to travel 'light' when he could, but that didn't mean that Romario was happy about leaving the young man unprotected, even in the company of another mafia boss. Especially in the company of another mafia boss, even one they trusted. Reborn's reassuring presence was the only reason they had allowed their boss to stay over at the Sawada household otherwise unprotected.

"You do know that if anything happens to me, my men will be after your blood, right Tsuna?" Dino voiced as Romario's normally mild-mannered gaze increased in intensity, fixed with squinty-eyed accuracy as he nodded in confirmation.

"Please don't say that so cheerfully," Tsuna winced, torn between familiar knee-jerk mafia-induced terror and gratitude at Dino's willingness to trust his word.

Description
Edit: Having issues with Xaxnus' guns, and Tsuna's clothes, and Dino in general. T_T

Soundtrack: My Generation by YUI: [link]

Randomness: [link] (Why are there so many versions of this song?! It's scary!)

---------

He found Tsuna at the park, sitting dejectedly on the swings. The teen was alone, which was an oddity. Nowadays it was rare for the young mafia candidate -- mafia heir, in fact, since Tsuna won the trials -- to be seen without at least two or three other members of his make-shift famiglia hovering on the wings, whether it was the familiar vanguard of Gokudera and Yamamoto, or troublesome protégés like Lambo and I-Pin. Tsuna was their sky. He held them up and supported them. Tested their limits. Bound them together and drew them in. They needed him like air: too often unnoticed unless absent, but never the less as pervasive as earth's gravity.

"...Hey, Tsuna."

The object of his scrutiny looked up at the sound of his name.

"Dino-san," Tsuna smiled wanly.

Eyebrows raised in question, Dino gave the Vongola heir a succinct once-over before perching on the neighbouring swing. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noted that his men were taking positions around the park and turning other pedestrians away through force of presence alone. Tsuna wouldn't appreciate the action; he hated being reminded of his position. Dangerous. Illicit. Underground. A strange world that didn't play by the rules he'd grown up with for fourteen years.

Romario, Dino's trusted right-hand man, nodded once from the entrance of the park.

Location secured.

Somewhere, a child started crying.

"Stop it," Tsuna snapped and stood, rattling the chains of the swing. "Dino-san, whatever your men are doing, tell them to stop. I don't need this."

"They're just ensuring our safety," Dino replied, calmly, because one of them had to be calm. "Xanxus did have other supporters besides his six guardians-"

"This is my neighbourhood! I grew up here. It's not dangerous, Dino-san, unless you're afraid of getting splinters from the wood! It's just a normal, every-day, ordinary neighbourhood! So please, just... don't."

Dino kicked at the ground, sending the swing gently swaying. "Hey, do you still have that handgun I gave you?"

"What?" Tsuna started, thrown off by the sudden shift in topic. "No!"

"'What, no'?" Dino mimicked, "That's my favourite handgun, given to me by the boss of the _____ family for the first anniversery of my ascension. The sentimental value alone..."

Tsuna looked at him in growing horror and Dino decided that Reborn's sadistic tendencies must have rubbed off at some point during training, because he had a feeling that the smirk creeping along his lips would've matched his ex-tutor's quite nicely. On the other hand, the young Vongola heir looked ready to die.

"Ah, what to do," the blonde lamented, one fist hiding the upward curve of his lips as he turned away. "After I lent it to you so generously..."

"I'm sorry!" Tsuna shrieked. He shrieked. "I still have it! It's in the shoebox in my closet."

"...You kept my favourite handgun in a shoebox in your closet?"

"HIIEEEE!! I'm so sorry Dino-san!!!" Tsuna wailed, and flailed, and pulled at his hair. No one could panic quite as spectacularly as Sawada Tsunayoshi could.

Helplessly, Dino laughed, waving the frantic middle-schooler off.

"It's alright, Tsuna. I was just teasing. It's good to see that you're still so energetic."

Tsuna merely looked at him, hands still fisted in his hair, brows furrowed fretfully. The lines were so deep, they seemed to be permanently carved into his forehead.

Shaking his head in fond exasperation, Dino turned, waving at Romario who was, as always, waiting within hearing distance. "Romario! Tell the men they have the next few hours off!"

"Young master?"

Dino jerked a thumb over at the younger mob boss. "The Vongola's 10th says the place is safe, so I'll place my trust in him for a while. You're just bugging the civilians anyway."

Romario's exasperated sigh was more like a huff of annoyance, which Dino tactfully ignored as he flashed a smile at Tsuna.

"As you say, sir," the man conceded, and radioed the rest of his men via wireless headset, giving Tsuna a pointed look over his boss' shoulder. The Cavallone's 10th was well known for his concern over the welfare of civilians, preferring to travel 'light' when he could, but that didn't mean that Romario was happy about leaving the young man unprotected, even in the company of another mafia boss. Especially in the company of another mafia boss, even one they trusted. Reborn's reassuring presence was the only reason they had allowed their boss to stay over at the Sawada household otherwise unprotected.

"You do know that if anything happens to me, my men will be after your blood, right Tsuna?" Dino voiced as Romario's normally mild-mannered gaze increased in intensity, fixed with squinty-eyed accuracy as he nodded in confirmation.

"Please don't say that so cheerfully," Tsuna winced, torn between familiar knee-jerk mafia-induced terror and gratitude at Dino's willingness to trust his word.