Reborn as a (God)parent

Arc 4:Friend I

Tsuna has two sets of friends, Japanese and Italian. During school Tsuna was in Japan, while summer time meant a vacation in Italy.

1. Gokudera
Italy

A blond man confidently strode through a small alley.

A silver haired child ran into Iemitsu. On the man's shoulders, Tsuna let out a quiet 'hie'.

"Hey kid, are you alright?" The blond man asked.

The silverette scrambled to his feet. A burning glare was aimed upwards. A amused smile was the immediate reply from the man who loomed overhead.

A curious Tsuna looked down, the angry look of the other boy caused the brunette to frown.

"Where are you going?" Iemitsu asked.

The kid ignored, and then tried to peer around the CEDEF leader. But the bulk of Iemitsu and the narrowness of the path prevented the boy from passing around.

"Where are your parents?"

The child flinched. Iemitsu's grin faltered for a split second.

"I'm not going to hurt you. My name's Iemitsu, and this is my son Tsuna. What's your name?"

"Hayato." The silver haired kid muttered.

"Hayoto, have you eaten lunch yet? Tuna-fish and I were about to go grab some food. Would you like to join us?" he blond man offered.

Hayato opened his mouth with a retort on his tongue. Going with strangers was a bad idea. The gurgle of his stomach reminded him of the absence of not only lunch, but breakfast as well.

"Fine." The boy grumbled.

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His target was a boy his age. Apparently the kid was the son of his client's enemy don.

The picture showed a fluffy haired brunette, a young teen, walking out of a two floor house. On the the back was the date and location.

Gokudera's memory stirred at the photo. He remembered the kid from somewhere. Where, Gokudera had no idea.

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A bomb and a lighter were in concealed in his jacket pockets. More bombs were on his belt, in his shoes, various other places, and his gun powder ladden jacket could be used if the worst came.

The assassin waited in the alley his mark often took as a short cut.

A while later, the target waltzed in the alley, a bag full of baked goods in his hands. Face to face with his mark, Gokudera realized something.

"Tsuna?" Gokudera asked. The assassin noticed how the brunette had reacted to the possibility of a threat, a slide into a natural fighting stance. The shorts and orange t-shirt Tsuna wore did nothing to disguise the muscles of a agile fighter.

"Hayato?" Tsuna questioned. Tsuna noticed the gunpowder smell that hung heavily around the silver haired teen, the shine of a lighter that peeked out from one jacket pocket, and what looked to be the tip of a wick from the other pocket.

There was an awkward pause. Tsuna decided to do what he would do with any of his friends. "Want some pastries? The bakery I just went to has great food." Tsuna proposed.

Gokudera didn't know how to respond to the non sequitur. He had been about to kill his old friend without realizing it, and his old friend at least suspected so but still offered him pastries.

"Thank you." The would be assassin politely responded.

"Ah, you want to go to a bench on the street near here?" Tsuna suggested.