Any other person, if they just found someone trying to kill them, would alert the police immediately. For Tsuna though, this was a common occurrence and called for one thing: his Jr. High friends. Sawada picked up his family phone and dialed Gokudera’s cell phone number. Gokudera was the one most familiar with mafia-related matters that he could contact right now. He’d leave this troublesome matter in his…uh…”capable” hands.
Hayato Gokudera was sitting on a park bench having a smoke. He was glad that baseball nut hadn’t bugged him after school, but was a bit uneasy that the Tenth wanted to walk home alone. How was he supposed to protect his boss if he’s not at his side? His cell phone interrupted his thoughts and he removed it from his pocket. Checking the caller ID, he took notice that it was the Tenth…
“That’s strange, he usually picks up by now…” mumbled Tsuna as he listened to the ringing. Without warning, the front door of is house exploded and Gokudera came flying in.
“TENTH!!!!!!!!”
“EEEKK!!!”
Tsuna tripped in his shock and hit his head for the second time today. Gokudera stopped in front of the Vongola boss, waving his cell phone around.
“What’s wrong, Tenth?! Are you hurt?!” screamed the Tenth’s right-hand. Tsuna sat up and rubbed his head.
“Everything’s fine, Gokudera-kun. No…wait…that’s not right. Everything’s fine…sort of.”
“I knew it! Are you in trouble, Tenth?! What do you need me for?!”
“Well, you see. I found an assassin in my room and--”
And he’s gone.
The door to Tsuna’s room slammed open, surprising you a second time after the loud crash from downstairs. You saw a new giant at the door: Hayato Gokudera. You recognized him from your new school as well. He hanged out with Tsuna a lot and came across as really scary, second only to Hibari. The white-haired bomb lover looked around the room with stern eyes. Tsuna came running up the stairs a few moments later, following him into the room.
“This place is a mess, Tenth! You must have had some struggle!”
“No…” Tsuna answered. “This is how it always looks.”
“Oh. So, you must have fought off the assassin yourself, right? You’re amazing, Tenth!”
“Not exactly…he’s still here. Right over there.” Tsuna pointed to you in the jar and Gokudera’s eyes fell upon you. You thought your heart would stop. It took Gokudera a few seconds to realized what was in the jar
“Oh, I get it now!” shouted Hayato as he grabbed the jar and turned it over onto his hand. Your tiny body fell into his palm and was immediately enwrapped in his fist. The crushing grip began to hurt as you winced in his hand. “So, you thought you could use some kind of weird technology to shrink yourself and sneak into the Tenth’s room, eh? You little punk, I’m going to blow you to bits!” With that, the Tsuna’s right-hand took out a lit stick of dynamite and grinned evilly. Tsuna himself turned pale.
“NOO! Gokudera-kun, put that away!” screamed Tsuna in fright.
“Oh, forgive me, Tenth! I was too wrapped up in anger!” apologized the young male before putting out the explosive. “Don’t worry, though. I have other ways of teaching this punk a lesson. Leave it to me, Tenth.”
Tsuna smiled nervously and nodded. “Okay then. I’ll be down stairs, tell me when you’re finished. I’d rather not be in here…”
“I understand, Tenth.” Hayato waved at his boss as he exited the room and closed the door. His attention was redirected back at your tiny form, still struggling in his grip. “Now, runt, it’s time for you to learn what happens to those that threaten the Vongola! Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re such a small guy.” You could only shake in fright, trying to think of some way out of this.
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