<div align="center">(http://api.ning.com/files/5qZ1FaGGaRKkzPHVzCrqgxfHqczb6FN67zWsaIJSppj0fyMesp8OMTxbiQSTdWEH/Vongolalogowpkatekyohitmanreborn43732681024768.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">*************************************<br/><br/>The papers Tsuna had just scanned through fell from his fingers and onto the small table in front of him.  After all this time he still hated going through and studying, but Reborn had been persistent with drilling it in his head that he couldn't just let an underling do the reading for him.  And at the moment even the schematics of the new mansion that had been built near his hometown of Nanimori couldn't keep him interested.  Reports of increasing skirmishes with one of the other families had kept him up all night, and the long trip from Italy to Japan didn't constitute a few hours of sleep.  As it was he still had several stacks of paper work to go over, as well as needing to get the reports from his Guardians that where already in Japan.  It would be refreshing to see them all together again, it had been so long since it had last happened.<br/><br/>Glancing over at Gokudera, he contemplates his Storm Guardian.  The man was constantly at his side, protecting him, and at times it got tiring, but for the most part he was good company.  At times he had to wonder if he ever got tired of it, always being so attentive and ready for anything Tsuna had him do.  But there where times, when he took time off that he had no idea of what he did.  Personally the thought of asking felt too intrusive, he already took too much from him, that he didn't want to take anything more.  And although he had gotten used to the position of Vongola Decimo he tried his best to make his Guardians feel more like friends than subordinates; He even tries his best to be friendly to his Cloud Guardian, who he was still a little more than scared of.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat and looking away, so as not to be caught staring, a stewardess in a blue uniform came in to inform them that they should be getting ready to land in a few minutes.  He smiled at her, and even ignored her lingering glances.  He was used to them, although it bewildered him still; he was so small after all, in his mind he had hardly grown at all in the fifteen years he had been in the mafia.  He was also so slim that at times he felt like a girl, and not the man of 29 that he was, it was a wonder at all that woman saw him as a man at all.  Not that it bothered him, the one time he had slept with a woman, it had been so awkward that he hadn't slept with another one since.  And the fact that he was gay made it even worse because, while he had a few lovers over the years, non could get too close, his hectic life made it near impossible, not to mention that Gokudera was suspicious of any man that tried to get close to him.  But to be fair more than one of his past lovers had been plants from other families, these occurrences discouraged him more and more from taking on a permanent lover. <br/><br/>Shuffling the papers in front of him, the stewardess removed the desk, and he buckled himself in.  He was across from Gokudera, and sent him a small smile.  "We're almost back home, it's going to be weird, we haven't been there since my parent's funerals.  What do you plan doing once we settle into the new mansion?"<br/><br/>**************************<br/><br/>Meanwhile preparations for the Decimo's return to Japan where being made, his rooms where all ready prepared, as well as the ones for all his Guardians, who for the most part had been staying at the mansion over a week now.  Of course Alicia, preferred to live in Nanimori, but her rooms where still prepared in case she should visit.  <br/><br/></div>