Mafia Honesty

 Tsuna can't lie with a straight face even if his life depends on it.

It's something that makes his guardians give him amused smiles as they watched how he fumble with his words, desperate to make them believe that he didn't do something like that and stop laughing at me Hayato!

"I swear I didn't use your hair products, Reborn!" Tsuna waved his arms in panic as he his eyes darted to where he had hastily wedged the stupid shampoo in his haste to hide the evidence from his former tutor, now adviser.

"Oh-hoh." The glint in Reborn's eyes suggests that he didn't believe a shit of what his student said. A click of his gun made the brunet shiver in fear. "Try again, idiotic student."

"I-I-I really didn't get your vanilla-scented shampoo, Reborn. I mean, there's no way I'd even like vanilla." Tsuna's face darted around as red slowly rose to his face. "It's not like I'm allergic to my shampoo, you know." He added with a pout.

Reborn heaved as sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he finally remembered that someone did give Tsuna a chamomile-scented shampoo. Tsuna is not allergic to it but it gives the brunet the a headache that leaves him out of commission for the rest of the day.

Of course, Tsuna, the kind-hearted teen that he is still tried to use it and finally couldn't take the smell, decided to use my shampoo... that he gifted.

And here I thought I made The List big enough for morons to see, Reborn internally grumbled.

"Fine. I'll let you get away this time." Tsuna's face beamed at that as Reborn went out of the brunet's office.

"Now to hunt an idiot." The dark tendrils of malice surrounding Reborn made the unknowing, sad recruit to shiver in his desk.

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Tsuna's clumsy navigation between truth and the lies is like watching a novice copying an experienced dancer's most difficult moves.

Utterly devastating.

Thus, most of the time, Tsuna's honesty leaves a majority of the mafia to wallow in their frustration on how to handle such innocence in their midst.

"Trash, you can't tell anyone, and I mean anyone, of what you just saw. You hear me?" The blush on Xanxus' cheeks almost overpowered the snarl that the other threatened with.

Tsuna, the honest and somewhat oblivious teen that he is, only gave a confused blink and a tilt of his head to the side. "But why?"

The innocence that Xanxus faced infuriated the wrath sky even more than having to forego eating steak for a week.

Of all the damning times! Why aren't his guardians here to sidetrack the kid!?

"You just cant! Get it, trash!?" Xanxus' decided to just use intimidation to get rid of the pest.

"Eh? But it's a nice hobby of yours Xan-nii." Honey eyes stared at him, anticipating his honest answer. "They're so pretty you know. I mean, planting daisies and roses and marigolds and lilie–"

"I get it, brat!" Steam seemed to come out Xanxus' ears. "But no Varia would be seen like this! Surrounded with pansies and girly flowers. You get that?!" Xanxus growled out, wrath flames licking his gloved hands.

Tsuna's gaze narrowed in thought. It scared Xanxus of what could possibly be running on the kid's head.

If it worked for me, it'll damn work for you, was the thought in Tsuna's head that he'll never say to the Xanxus.

"Okay!" When Tsuna's beaming smile hit him, he knew that he should just prepare an early death of embarrassment.

He should've know better than to think he could evade the inevitable.

A day after that, he returned home with a fearing heart, only to find potted plants of exotic variety in the Varia's headquarters. Xanxus stared in astonishment, something pleasant blossoming in his chest from the happiness.

Until, of course, it has to shatter.

"So, the boss is now interested in gardening, huh? Shishishishi." Bel twirled his knives in one hand as he examined the Giant Hogweed stowed away in a corner.

"Muh. If you told me before, we could've profited from selling poisons." Mammon hovered over an Aconitum.

"VOII! I still have those fertilizer agents that the brat gave us last year!" Squalo came out of the mansion, several Varia members hauling out sacks of high-class fertilizing agents. "VOI! You think he knows this even back then?!"

"Ara, such a dearie that Tsuna really is," Lussuria cooed over at the floating Lotus flowers.

"Tch. That Vongola brat one-upped me," Levi grumbled.

Xanxus... felt his sanity dwindling. Of course! If he had only catered to poisonous plants, then no one would ever suspect him! "That trash." The threat was weak, a small smile working its way on his face.

Well, nobody said that honesty in the midst of the mafia is such a bad thing.

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"What do you mean that the Varia boss is tending to the Vongola Decimo's garden?!" A random mafioso wailed in fright imagining the horrors of the famed garden.

"Maybe he's actually the one pulverizing the Decimo's enemies into a pulp to be used as a fertilizer?" A stupid newbie happily gave his own two cents to the topic.

A choked cry came out of the crowd.

"I heard the spy sent by the Stravanos never came back," an assassin whimpered, pulling at his hair as he imagined how the Sky had smiled mysteriously at him last week. "I swear I'm not planning anything at all."

The silence which settled in the pub was so thick that when another mafioso run inside, acting as if hell broke loose, everyone flinched.

"I, I just saw," the man began, shivering as he retold the tale.

"Spit it out Alfonso!"

"It's the Vongola Decimo! He's buying poisonous plants and hefting them on a truck with a smile full of flowers and glitters and saying something like I'm going to have a lot of fun! " The mafioso broke down crying, eyes wild and unsettled as he scooted to a corner before whispering something that made a lot of mafia famiglia pay another immense homage to the Vongola for months to come. "We're all about to die, aren't we?"