Silent Pain

Chapter 1

Author's Note: This is a release of a story I wrote on Fanfiction.net. I want to see people's reactions to this story so I will release what I have in short increments so after I catch up the uploads will slow down drastically. Enjoy.

It took time, but the ninth boss of the Vongola made his decision for his successor. He chose a mysterious boy named Tsunayoshi Sawada, the son of the former head of the CEDEF, Iemitsu Sawada. The boy's childhood was well documented up until the age of six and he seemed to live a relatively normal life. However there wasn't much known about his life at this point in time other than he was fourteen and living with his mother. It was a mystery why Nono chose him but when asked, all he said was that he had a feeling that the boy was the right choice. It seemed like an odd reason, but no one questioned the Vongola Hyper Intuition.

The world's greatest hitman, Reborn, was hired to teach and train the boy to be the Vongola Decimo. Reborn looked like an infant, due to a curse that transformed his body into that of one, though he retained a good portion of his strength. Since he hated going into missions blind and dug up as much as he could on the boy, but all he found were school, medical, and fractured public records. The information was pretty much useless as all he could tell from his school records was that the boy's grades were terrible and there was almost nothing in the boy's medical records. As for the public records, almost any important information was missing and what was there he already knew. Whoever was in charge of filing his records most have had the brains and common sense of Iemitsu. Reborn mental scoffed. 'It probably was Iemitsu trying to 'help' in the most idiotic way,' he thought.

Reborn was annoyed to no end. He had to figure out the most effective way to teach this kid and had nothing to go on. So, he decided to do what any hitman would do in this situation, scoot out the target.

He arrived in Namimori, Japan wearing his black suit and fedora, with a chameleon resting on top of it, and headed to the boy's home address. When he got there, something was off. The house was in decent condition, but there was a for sale sign in the front. 'Are they moving?' Reborn thought. Even with the few records Reborn found, he know that Tsunayoshi was still in Namimori. Reborn decided to investigate further. He could have knocked on the door, but then he'd have to introduce himself and it might interrupt the normal order of the boy's life. Reborn had to see how the boy acted normally before interfering. Still this was no obstacle for the world's greatest hitman. He made his way over to a window and picked the lock open. He went inside and the place seemed lifeless. The was no sign of any messes, and the trash cans were empty. Reborn checked the closets, but they were also empty. He made his way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Just like everything else, not only was it empty but spotless. He also noticed that it was unplugged. 'Did I get the wrong address?' Reborn thought. It was improbable, but not impossible.

He looked at the time and figured that he should check the school, as the boy's classes were about to start. He reached the school and climbed up a tree till he saw a boy that matched Tsunayoshi's description through the window. 'Fluffy brown hair, check,' Reborn thought. 'Brown eyes, check.' He held his hand to his fedora and the chameleon transformed into a pair of green binoculars. He looked through them to get a better look at the boy. He was dangerously thin and his clothes were ragged and covered in dirt. 'Is it possible that his mother is abusing him?' Reborn thought. It seemed unlikely considering the reports of Tsunayoshi's childhood, but people do change.

"Tsunayoshi Sawada?" the teacher called out. Reborn was surprised to see the boy raise his hand instead of say here like the rest of the students. The teacher sighed and moved on. Tsuna then turned and looked in Reborn's direction and Reborn ducked out of view.

'He's got good instincts,' Reborn thought. He continued to watch as the boy made his way through the day. The boy clumsily tripped occasionally and was constantly mocked by the other students, mostly calling him Dame Tsuna. The boy reached math class and the teacher wrote a problem on the board.