#tsuna gets tutored by the old man himself

[juudaimes-true-form]

What If...?

Enrico never died. Timoteo managed to keep one son alive. And though his favored one is gone, at least Enrico remains. As such, Enrico becomes Vongola 10th and the Ninth finds bliss in retirement.

For the first couple of days, at least. Within the month, he was bored. the Ninth hadn't expected this. In hindsight it made sense, but, for once: Timoteo. Was. Bored. When he wasn't spending every waking moment thinking about one thing or the other, he had nothing else to do.

Of course, he went back to the Iron Fort. Just to see how his boy was holding out (he didn't have to, no, but he needed to.) Enrico did not appreciate the gesture. Ninth had spent the last years agnozing over who would properly lead the family and now, he's butting in where he shouldn't be.

Timoteo thinks Enrico is doing a terrible job. But Enrico won't listen. For a while, he briefly considers helping Xanxus, regardless of adoption, have the position. But Xanxus is too strong, too hardy. Too much like Enrico.

What Timoteo needs is someone... nicer, naiver, more innocent. Iemitsu had a son like that right?

Wouldn't that be fun?

[Plain text: "What If...?" in large red text. /End PT]

#juudyprompts #basically #tsuna gets tutored by the old man himself #he's retired and bored #and tsuna is like a pet project: how far can he push? #honestly #nono is sadistic #nono will fuck tsuna up badly #khr au

[marbelcrossovers]

If any, how are the interactions between Xanxus and his daughter ??(baby, kid and teenage)

Baby He doesn't know what he's doing and he doesn't like to be alone with her. Finds the crying annoying but never yelled at her for it (has yelled at Levi to "make the kid shut up"). Grunts in displeasure when Katsuki drops the baby on him. He tried to put the baby on a pillow or somewhere not close to him but quickly got spooked cause she almost fall or looked like she was going to injury herself. In the end, he very unhappily lets her sit on his lap. A lot of frustrated "No" and "Don't do that, you stupid <mutes himself as the next words are not appropriate and Katsuki's going to smack him if he heard>" Matilde is a happy and carefree baby. Wiping her drool or spilling the milk bottle all over Xanxus's shirt without a care in the world. -Xanxus: "Stupid germ bag, hurry the fuck in growing up and stop looking so weak." -Matilde: *Baby noises* Kid The habit of letting her sit on his lap stayed. He drops her off on her separate throne chair besides him when she got older though. Starts sending her off to tutors but occasionally he will gives a few pointers that are definitely too mafia. Matilde watches him when he maintains his guns. He doesn't talk casually with her, more like give out short orders or questions. Sometimes if he needs alone time with Katsuki, he'd scoop their daughter up and drop her off with a maid or one of his officers despite her protesting. But he does give her everything she wants. Everything. Toys and nice clothing, food and books, it's like everything he never got as a kid before being adopted he made sure she had it all. Matilde is a bit scared of him, especially when he's angry. Still smiles a lot around him though because she realized he likes her more when she smiles. She thinks he's cool and strong though. And since he's the one to make the final decisions around the castle, she looks up to him. Matilde has also gained enough survival skills to know when she needed to run away from him or get Katsuki (crucial in Varia) -Xanxus: "...She's starting to look like the brat when he was younger...Got my fire in her, probably won't kick the bucket soon. Fucking hell, there's no way we're getting another one, Kastuki." -Matilde: "Papa's scary...I want Mama. But I can't lead Varia when I grow up if I'm always scared of Papa. Mama said I gotta stand my ground!" Teen He checks in on her progress weekly. Don't got a lot of nice things to say but there will be at least a nod of approval. He trains her himself when he is not busy and it is as spartan as Reborn had done to Tsuna. A constant back and forth between "WTF did Dad (Katsuki) see in you, you old drunk?" and "I'm not a kid anymore! Stop treating me like I can't handle myself!" on Matilde's side. Matilde is eyeing for Xanxus's spot as Varia's boss already and looking to collect her own set of guardians. Xanxus turns a blind eye to her "acting out of line" unless it's something real stupid and dangerous. He will sneer at her when her attempts to defeat him failed with a mocking jab of words. But she's still super proud to be his daughter and prides herself in being Varia's princess. Xanxus is the person Matilde goes to if she fucked up and know Katsuki is going to be angry. There's an exchange of an offering of peace (or bribe) along with a "Please, Father". Xanxus would look at her and huff out of amusement before taking the bribe, ruffling her hair, and going to deal with Katsuki or clean up the mess Matilde made. Matilde's standard for romantic partner is that they got to compare to or be better than Xanxus in all areas (minus the anger issues), preferably with Katsuki's cooking skills too. -Matilde: "*screaming* STOP SCARING OFF MY DATES!" -Also Matilde: "I'm going to prove to you that I can already do better than you, stupid old man! Varia's going to be mine anyways so fucking go have a honeymoon with Dad already!" -Xanxus: "Those trash are not fit to be called dates. And you still haven't defeated me yet." *raises wine glass in a cheer*

#xanxus x bakugou #bnha #khr

[foreverfamilyforevervongola]

metanoia / lightning fluff?

When Tsuna first asked Levi to train Lambo in utilizing his Lightning Flames, Levi thought it was a poor attempt at a joke. When he realized the brunette was serious, he refused.

He wasn't a tutor. He wasn't going to waste his time training a brat who couldn't even make a spark by snapping his fingers.

As he turned to leave the apartment, ignoring Tsuna's disappointed frown, he caught a glimpse of hard, defiant eyes peeking at him from the hallway. He blinked and Lambo was gone, and Levi cared little for the boy having overheard his curt rejection.

But as the week went on, and the Varia's trip to Japan drawing to a close, Levi found himself considering Tsuna's request. He would never in his life forget the raw power Lambo's twenty-five-year-old self had soundly thrashed him with.

The thought of leaving such power latent and undiscovered disgusted Levi. There were few prominent and skilled Lightning Flame users in the Vongola family, and if he didn't agree to help Lambo, the kid would receive mediocre training at best.

But more than that, he couldn't rid himself of the image of those green eyes, blazing with resolve, as if Levi's rejection only fueled his determination.

It was unexpected of the boy who cried at the tiniest of slights.

On the second-to-last day of their trip, Xanxus made up Levi's mind for him.

"Effing go over there and tell Sawada you'll train his brat. If you keep pacing through this hotel with that stupid effing look on your face I'm going to kill you."

So Levi agreed to train Lambo, if only to see what the kid was truly made of, and if there was anything he could do for what he thought to be a rather hopeless case.

...

The first training session goes about as well as Levi expected.

Lambo struggled to perform under pressure, and grew easily frustrated by his lack of ability. When Levi only continued to insult and deride his pitiful attempts, Lambo responded by kicking the man in the shin and sprinting off the property in furious tears.

Levi, cursing viciously, pursued the boy. A million punishments ran through his mind, and he vowed to make Lambo endure all of them for his insolence.

The eight-year-old was fast, and for a brief moment, Levi lost sight of him once they reached the narrow streets of the nearby town. Levi prowled down alleys, simmering with fury, and he paused when a round of harsh jeers sounded from a few streets over.

"Hey, runt, what's the matter? Lost your mommy?"

"Look at him blubber! What a crybaby."

Aw, hell.

Levi sprinted towards the voices, and as he rounded the corner, he was blinded by a brilliant flash of green light. He was blown backwards, slamming into the cement.

When the lightning cleared, the small child was standing in front of four young men who were now fried to a crisp. Their hair was singed and most of it burnt off, and their clothes were smoldering and smoking. They were limp on the ground, still and unmoving.

Lambo turned slightly, his green eyes luminous and his lips twisted into a snarl. When he caught sight of Levi, regarding him with stunned awe, his temper cooled enough for him to realize what he had done.

"Did I kill them?" he asked fearfully.

"You didn't," said Levi, climbing to his feet. "And it wouldn't have mattered even if you did."

Lambo was stricken by that statement. "I don't want to kill anyone."

"I know," said Levi, and though he wanted to tell Lambo that the day would come where he would have to take a life, he knew it wasn't his place. "How the hell did you do that?"

"It happens when I get angry," said Lambo self-consciously. He eyed Levi warily. "Am I in trouble?"

"I oughta clock you one for kicking me." Levi scanned the scorched alley, the smoke sour in the air. "But I won't. This time. Come on."

Sparing one more glance for the unconscious men, Lambo scampered after Levi. "More training?" he asked in dismay.

"That's what you're here for, isn't it?" countered Levi.

"But I can't--"

"You obviously can," interrupted Levi. "If you need to get angry in order to release you're Lightning Flames, then make yourself angry."

"I guess I can try," said Lambo, though he looked dubious.

They returned to Varia Castle, where Levi promptly put Lambo to work. Closing his eyes, Lambo thought about the time Reborn wouldn't let him watch the series finale of his favourite show because he had fallen behind on his homework.

His Guardian Ring flared with green Flames, and he looked at Levi with a wide, delighted grin.

Levi felt a twinge in his heart, but he ignored it. "Only took you long enough," he said gruffly. "Let's see what else you got."

...

Perhaps it was because Levi saw a part of himself in Lambo. Maybe it was because Lambo was persistent with his affection, and it didn't take him long to get attached to the Lightning Varia. Maybe it was because Lambo's sass was as endearing as it was annoying.

In any case, Levi found himself growing fond of the boy, who wiggled his way into Levi's heart further and further over the years. Whenever Lambo was around, Levi was a little bit more relaxed, a little less snappy, and little more open to cuddling.

But he'd beat anyone who dared to mention it--besides Xanxus, of course, because he wasn't stupid.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #lambo bovino #levi #lightning fluff #word prompt #forever family forever vongola

[secret-engima]

Could you please do more for tear down the sky?

Kinda curious if V DOES get destroyed. They're a powerful and old family so it would fuck up Italy if destroyed and the ring is important.

Okay, thanks to everyone who reminded me what this verse is called ^^; I have reread and am now ready to ramble a little.

Vongola is not gonna get destroyed because Rufus now considers it his birthright, and has decided that taking it and ripping out all the corrupt bits to make it something more “respectable” would be just as big a step to Iemitsu’s and Nono’s faces as destroying it entirely. Let him show them how BADLY they screwed up and how thoroughly he can erase their legacies without actually destroying their old kingdom. It will be fun.

That and he eventually learns of the ring and how the ring is kinda necessary to REALITY ITSELF.

Rufus: Boo.

After the revelations he casually dropped like bombs during his fight with Xanxus, Rufus proceeds to *steamroll* Xanxus and claim the Vongola rings.

He then turns around and proceeds to treat Xanxus with more respect and courtesy than he ever has Reborn, Iemitsu, or Nono, and asks Xanxus to be his PRIMARY ADVISOR in all matters Vongola.

Xanxus, warily and angrily: I’m not a MINION.

Rufus smiles, thin and bloody in a way the Varia all find oddly charming: No, you are the man who was groomed for this position most of his life. You are far more aware of the politics and secrets I will be walking into than I, and I would trust the advice of my “dear tutor” about as far as my father can string two thoughts together.

Rufus tilts his head, there is something coolly professional in his mien even as his Sky Flames drift, powerful and lazy, around them, and Xanxus knows that Skies cannot bond with other Skies, but for a moment he wonders if this is what it feels like to be Sky Courted. To want to follow someone from the sheer force of their aura alone. “I cannot change the blood lock on this ring,” he says, “and I have won the heirship by rite of battle anyway. But that does not mean I have no place for others to rule at my side. You are the leader of the Varia. I would be a senile fool,” Rufus shoots a pointed, scornful look at the stunned Nono, “to alienate you. So.” That charming smile comes back, “What can I offer you to secure your loyalty?”

Xanxus stares at this boy who is absolutely not a civilian, and considers getting angry.

Then he laughs instead, bloody and wild, “Alright, Sky Trash, I’m listening. Let’s take this somewhere more private.”

Rufus tilts his head and they stalk off, and none but their Elements are allowed to follow. Whatever they talk about, they come out of it almost amiable, and Rufus has successfully secured the loyalty of one Xanxus di Varia.

He discovers a few days later that this means the Varia consider him Theirs and that means the Varia Sun can come over and Fuss at him. Rufus accepts this gracefully.

Reborn does some major Thinking of Thoughts and Eating of Words, but even after he formally apologizes, he can tell that Tsuna is only tolerating him for formality’s sake. Whatever chances he had to win over the young Vongola was probably burned down within the first week of coming here. He curses himself for being blind.

Tsuna calmly corrects him and calls him an arrogant fool.

Eventually I feel like Reborn DOES get into Tsuna-Rufus’s good graces? But it’s never the trust that canon Tsuna (for SOME REASON) had for Reborn, and when it comes to assassinations, Rufus openly trusts his own Elements and the Varia over the “World’s Greatest Hitman”.

Nono and Iemitsu can only watch as Tsuna picks up steam on his journey to heirship and get the feeling they Really Messed Up.

#SE asks #anon asks #Tear Down the Sky verse #Secret Engima Rambles

[sanjuno]

sanjuno may i know what reborn says when confronted with a ninja who needs no training from him whatsoever instead of a hopeless loser oblivious of his heritage

Reborn’s internal monologue is a repeating chorus “gonna kill Iemitsu” from the moment he hits Namimori county limits.

Here’s where it starts:

/.../

“Mama, I’m home!” Tsuna pried off his combat boots and pulled on the reinforced sandals the pack used in place of house slippers. “Mama? You wanted to talk to me?”

“Welcome home, Tsu-kun! Mama has wonderful news!” Nana was far too busy plating dinner to see the way her son grimaced and looked resigned. “Your Papa sent you a home tutor! Iemitsu says he’ll train you to be the leader of the next generation! All he needs is room to sleep and food. Ah, it’s so nice when a mother can relax and not worry about her no good son.”

“… What. Mama, my grades are fine. I don’t need a tutor.” Especially not one sent by That Man. Tsuna’s expression was mulish as his mother set the plates down on the table. “He’s probably just a scam artist anyway, you know That Man doesn’t bother himself with us. You should send him away when he gets here. If you’re that worried about my grades I can ask Hana-chan and the others for extra help.”

“Ara, but, Tsu-kun.” Nana blinked and put a third plate down on the dining table. “Mama can’t do that, he’s already here.”

Tsuna’s face went admirably blank and something wary flashed in his eyes. “What.”

That was as good a cue as any. Reborn stopped masking his presence and left his vantage point atop the fridge to take a seat at the table. “Caiossu. I am Reborn, the home tutor.”

“So that’s where you were! Reborn-san, this is my no good son Tsuna.” Nana sat down, her obviously civilian posture at odds with her son’s cautiously balanced-to-move hunch. “Tsu-kun, this is the home tutor Papa sent for you. Please, let’s all get along!”

Nana sparkled at them both before starting to eat, and Tsuna slowly followed her lead. Reborn watched with growing incredulity. Tsuna’s manners were strange. Not different from Nana’s simply… more defensive. Defensive in a way that recalled the violent history of clashing warlords and clans that had given rise to the proper manners of modern day Japan. Tsuna never held his chopsticks at an angle that would let an enemy blow drive the sticks into the back of a vulnerable throat. Bowls and cups were held around the side close to the top, so hot liquid would drop down rather than be splashed up into open eyes in the event of an attack. It made Reborn think the boy just might manage to survive long enough to become Vongola Decimo.

It also made Reborn want to go shoot that idiot Iemitsu in the face because the data file was useless. Not just incomplete. Not just misinterpreted. The information in the CEDEF file compiled on Sawada Tsunayoshi was wrong, full stop, on every important, vital point beyond the boy’s name and date of birth. There was no evidence of the ‘no good’ person described in the file, and no sign of Iemitsu’s ‘cute, shy little tuna-fishie’. Even the mother seemed to have been fooled, probably because she would be Iemitsu’s primary source of first hand information on the boy.

The boy was slight and small enough in stature to appeal on a visual level to the local bullies, but he was clothed in the military-field-dress inspired modified school uniform worn only by the members of the Namimori Peacekeeping and Disciplinary Committee. Reborn’s personal investigation into the town’s social constructs showed that the NPDC had overpowered and supplanted the local Yakuza groups three years earlier and showed no sign of relinquishing control any time soon. It was unfortunate that the NPDC distained rank patches of any sort, apparently the rank and file knew all of the higher officers in the organization by sight. Reborn would have liked some idea of what Tsuna’s position in the power structure was.

Dark eyes picked out two obvious weapon pouches and several more concealed pieces. The boy was well equipped and armed even by hitman standards. Throwing knives, shuriken, and several blades of varying lengths, a set of small bottles, wire, and low yield explosives. Reinforced gloves, three different weight sets of knuckledusters, and a sap. Interesting that the boy seemed to prefer fighting in close quarters, if not barehanded, considering his small size. According to the Namimori ordinance code, none of what Tsuna carried was considered illegal either. How interesting.

“Thank you for dinner, Mama.” The boy stood up, the silence in his movements made only more obvious next to his mother’s tendency to clatter around. “I’m going to talk to Reborn-san upstairs in my room, okay?”

“Do your best, Tsu-kun!” The boy said nothing else, just nodded at his mother while eyeing Reborn with clear suspicion before heading up the stairs.

Curious despite himself, Reborn followed. The boy was very obvious about his reluctance to give Reborn his back. Why was that? Reborn knew exactly how people saw his cursed form. Why would an infant make the boy wary?

The room was a mess, as expected of a thirteen-turning-fourteen year old boy. It was also a clever lie. Reborn looked around with a raised eyebrow. Games and manga and magazines scattered haphazardly, looking well used but lacking any touch of possession. Even latent as it was, Tsuna’s Flame should have left an impression on anything he considered his. Nothing in this room beyond what Tsuna was wearing felt like the boy. The room lacked any truly important personal possessions, proving the lie with a closer look.

‘This house is not the boy’s home.’ It was a troubling realization. Human instinct drove children to give their first loyalties to the parent that raised them, but Sawada Nana was not the one Sawada Tsunayoshi shared his home with. The boy’s loyalty lay elsewhere. Reborn needed to know where.

“So… that man sent you here, ne?” The boy scowled. “I don’t know what was said, but I don’t need anything further from that man. He’s done enough damage here, and I have no need for a tutor. As I told my mother earlier, my grades are fine.”

“That’s just the cover story to explain my arrival. I’m really the World’s Greatest Hitman, Reborn.” Leon shifted into gun form and Reborn leveled the barrel at the boy’s face. “I was sent here by the Ninth Boss of the Vongola Crime Family to train you as a Mafia Boss.”

Tsuna did not move from his seat, not even to flinch away from the gun. The boy’s jaw went tight, expression pained, and his mouth twisted. To Tsuna’s credit, the boy made no attempt to refute Reborn’s statements. “… This is all that man’s fault.”

Amused despite himself, Reborn put Leon back on his hat and pulled out the family tree he had prepared as proof, along with the autopsy photos for the previous three heirs and started Tsuna’s first lesson. This boy just might be worth Reborn’s time.

/.../

See what this poor Home Tutor has to put up with? *shakes head*

#Sanjuno talks back #Sanjuno's ficwork #karmic balance #spoilers #mother may I 2020 #sanjuno prompt game

[dearcat1]

I love your khr fanfic and I have a prompt if you’re interested: kid Tsuna running away with adult reborn and Vongolas reaction to finding out the world’s greatest Hitman has been raising their missing heir.

Oh, dear. Talk to me  =)Sorry for the wait..

When he had taken the hit, Renato had been expecting an easy job. Sawada is, sadly, a very prominent name in the region (Vongola’s attempt to protect the descendants of the First). So tracking the woman in question was probably going to be the hardest thing of the entire hit. 

It takes Renato two days. He is the World’s Best Hitman, after all. He does feel a little bad for the lady. Nana Sawada seems like a good woman, if on the ditzy side. The problem comes later when he tracks the target to her home. 

A new mother. 

That makes things easier and far more complicated. It’s easy to make it seem like a suicide, new mother’s, especially single ones, are very susceptible to postpartum depression. Complicated because Renato is a professional, not a monster. 

The job will get done but Renato will not eliminate the baby. 

He leaves the house with the mother’s body cooling off in the living room and a baby in his arms. It takes Renato about a month to name it, important decisions should not be rushed. He names his boy Alphonso because names have power and his son will be noble but undoubtedly ready for war. Renato will have it no other way. 

Renato renames himself Reborn, lessens his workload and buys every book of parenting with a reputable source he can get his hands on. With his resources, that’s all of them. 

Alphonso is a delight, happy and free in a way Reborn never had the chance to be. Smart and so eager to please, so trusting of Reborn that it sometimes terrifies the Hitman. But despite his fears, Alphonso never shies away from him. Not even when he comes back with blood splattered on his suit. 

By age five, Reborn has come to expect the exuberant greeting, the loud screech of “Papa!” before a weight crashes against his legs. On bad days, it’s the one thing that keeps him going. 

(“Were you good, bambino?”)

(“No!” and a sloppy kiss to the cheek.)

(“Good, did you get caught?”)

(“No!”)

(“Even better, tesoro. Let’s get you a cookie.”)

It turns out his bambino is a sky, one with a potential to eclipse every Sky Reborn has ever met before and Reborn is simultaneously the proudest man alive and the most scared. Skies are important resources, especially the unaffiliated ones. He hides his baby away, plots to find him the strongest guardians he can find and makes a game out of training. 

There’s something heartbreaking about watching his little Alphonso playing with replicas of his guns but Reborn would rather see him bloodied than dead. 

One more year and Reborn has a falling out with Timoteo Vongola. For all his professionalism, Reborn can’t keep quiet. It spans months of screaming and outright throwing flames around. It earns Reborn the loyalty of the Varia and a bunch of teenagers to care for.

(“You lied to your boy for years! What were you expecting!?”)

(“He was planning a coup!”)

(“So you froze him?! Do you even know what that ice does to somebody long term? Did you bother investigating?”)

(“Xanxus made his choice. Reborn, please. I don’t want to see him dead.”)

(“Don’t blame the kid for your failures.”) 

That night, Reborn came home to a happy Alphonso, picked him up and clung. Clung for dear life. 

It’d be eight full years before Timoteo reaches up to him again and even then, Reborn only goes for the hopeful gazes of the Varia. (“They say he unfroze him, Reborn.”) 

He’s become soft, truly. But he can’t really find it in himself to regret it. Reborn finds Xanxus in the medical wing, weak, terribly scarred and surrounded by so much security that it’s rather obvious he’s a prisoner. He takes him out of there with a frigid glare and a flash of his gun. (“So help me, brat, you will lay low until I deal with this mess.”) 

Timoteo looks older than Reborn remembers him, the years have not been kind to him. Reborn is almost unsurprised to discover that he doesn’t particularly care. 

“Old friend,” Timoteo greets him.

“Ninth, you have a contract for me?” Reborn hardly considers them friends anymore. 

The Ninth probably sees it in his face. The man sighs but Reborn is far too experienced for guilt-trips. With a heavy hand, Timoteo gestures to some folders. “I have a job for you, Reborn. Should you choose to take it." 

"No information on the boy?” Reborn wonders. About two pages in, he realizes why. Reborn or Renato, he is a professional. And the best at his job. This is about his little Alphonso who, despite being fourteen, is still rather petite to the secret delight of his papa. Cold fury sweeps him but Reborn bites his tongue. “What do you want the boy for?" 

He lets his suspicion show and Timoteo takes it to be about Xanxus, much like Reborn expected. "Nothing nefarious. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll give you full control of his tutoring. Vongola, I, need an heir." 

"How does this kid qualify?” Reborn presses.

“He’s Iemitsu’s boy." 

"No,” Reborn closes the folder and sets it aside. “He’s not.”

“What are you saying?” Timoteo slumps, looking worried. “Are you saying Nana…?”

“I’m saying,” Reborn speaks slowly, “that he is my boy. I’ve raised him. You will not pressure him into anything." 

There’s quick movement from behind Timoteo and Reborn draws his gun. Both guardians are dead before Timoteo can finish raising his hand and Reborn sighs, let’s his gun rest on his knee, fully on display. "Am I clear?" 

#newmidnightmayor #ask #fanfiction #khr #sawada tsunayoshi #reborn #alphonso au

[vannahfanfics]

Courage

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Characters: Tsunayoshi Sawada, Kyoko Sasagawa

Hello, everyone! Here is my story for Day 3 of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! RarePair Week, for the Prompt “Hilarious or Shocking Reveals”!

Tsunayoshi Sawada had shed tears many times in his young (and unfortunately harrowing) life. He honestly never dreamed he would be blinking away tears while staring admiringly at the rolled-up diploma in his hands. His quivering fingers bent the thin paper when they curled tightly around it. He sunk his front teeth into his bottom lip, but his mind was numb to the dull pain of the action. With a sudden squeal of delight, he crushed the paper in his fist and threw his hands in the air.

“I did it! I graduated high school!” he crowed triumphantly. He puffed out his chest and put his curled fists on his hips to close his eyes and inhale haughtily. “I am not No-Good Tsuna anymore!”

“Yes, you are.” Tsunayoshi deflated like a popped balloon to cast a sordid glare at his home tutor. Reborn had grown significantly in the last several years since the Arcoboleno curse had dissipated, now standing at Tsunayoshi’s waist. The man trapped in a child’s body still dressed way too sharp for his apparent age, donning a neat, pressed suit and his magic chameleon disguised as a hat. He sipped matter-of-factly at his coffee and smirked teasingly at Tsuna. “That paper in your hand doesn’t change the fact that you still have a long way to go- and it was my teachings that earned you that diploma, anyway.”

“Ahhh, Reborn, you’re just as ruthless as ever,” Tsunayoshi grumped and pouted at the diploma. I don’t care what Reborn says! This is an accomplishment, and I’m gonna treat it like one!

“Tsuna, Tsuna!” Takeshi called as he came trotting up, beaming as always, with his father watching with a pleased smile from a distance. “My old man says he’ll treat us to sushi tonight. Everyone is invited!”

“Awesome!”

“I want sushi! I want sushi!” Lambo sprang out from the bushes where he had been presumably playing in the dirt looking for worms, as evidenced by the smears of soil he left on Tsuna’s uniform pants as he pawed at them. Tsunayoshi recoiled with a whine, looking dejectedly at the streaks of brown disfiguring his pants. Lambo skipped over to Takeshi and began running circles around him, bleating about sushi. The afroed boy had undergone a similar growth spurt, only slightly shorter than Reborn, but he had not acquired much in the way of maturity. Takeshi laughed good-naturedly and patted Lambo on the head affectionately. Nothing ever dampens Yamamoto’s spirits, Tsunayoshi thought warmly.

“Hey, little brat, you’re so loud,” Hayato griped as he strolled up with his hands in his pockets, and his diploma tucked in a back one. Scowling, he pushed on the back of Lambo’s head with the sole of his shoe. Though it couldn’t have hurt much, Lambo still took great offense. The little boy plopped down on his behind and began to bawl, screaming about how mean Hayato was to him. “Shut up, you baby! I didn’t hurt you!”

“Gokudera! Stop tormenting my dear sweet Lambo!” Tsunayoshi narrowed his eyes at the familiar but very out-of-place voice. Haru came running into the schoolyard to scoop Lambo up and press him into her bosom. Lambo cooed and snuggled into her breasts, clearly with lascivious intent, but Haru nuzzled his fuzzy head endearingly.

“What are you even doing here?!” the bomb expert griped. She shot him a seditious pout and a stony glare.

“I came to see Tsuna graduate, of course! Our school just finished, so I rushed over here. And what do I find? Gokudera is as much a villain as always!”

“Oh, can it, stalker!”

“I am not a stalker! I am a lady in love!”

Tsunayoshi abandoned the duo to their quibbling and pushed himself onto his tip-toes, head craned back to scan the many craniums of the students mingling in the courtyard. He did not find who he was looking for, but close enough. He could hear Ryohei screaming about the usual nonsense from a mile away. Wherever Ryohei is, Kyoko must be! he thought and pushed into the crowd.

Tsunayoshi was still small compared to his peers, so squeezing through the many chattering students was a chore. He followed Ryohei’s crowing and howling laughter towards the center of the mass of people. With a grunt, he pushed through two very stocky football players before stumbling out into a circle of green grass. Tsking, he smoothed out the creases in his shirt and pants and fixed his fluffy bangs, then inhaled deeply and straightened his back. He fingered the box-shaped lump in his front pocket nervously, eyeing the beautiful young girl chatting amiably with her overzealous boxer brother.

All right, Tsuna! It’s now or never!

“Kill him! Kill the Vongola Tenth!”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” Tsunayoshi screeched in anger and tore at his orangey-caramel hair in frustration. As machine-gun fire ripped across the yard, the new graduates erupted into confused screams and scattered like marbles. Thankfully, whoever was attacking only meant to entice the Vongola family into retaliating, so the fire harmlessly rained down into the grass and concrete. Ryohei shoved Kyoko behind him and threw up his fists, while Tsunayoshi begrudgingly trotted over to stand beside him.

“What cowards! Show your faces and fight like a man!” Ryohei yowled and shook his bandage-wrapped fists.

“Can they not?” Tsunayoshi replied with a groan. “Can they just go home?” The yard had thinned in a matter of seconds; all the crowd had spilled out into the streets and run for cover, leaving just the mafia family behind. Takeshi had drawn his katana and Hayato his bombs. Kyoya (who had been lounging around the school though he had graduated before them) was standing across the yard with his tonfa, frowning. Chrome, brandishing her trident, scampered up with Haru clinging to the hem of her shirt. Lambo was sitting in a puddle of his tears, and Reborn was nonchalantly sipping the last dregs of his coffee.

“Reborn! Do you have any idea who these thugs are?” The Vongola Tenth asked his tutor. Reborn pretended not to hear him. “You little-! Gaaaaaah, let’s just get this over with,” Tsunayoshi huffed and activated his Dying Will Flame, alighting his forehead with the orange glow and materializing his gloves on his hands. “Come out!”

“Yeah, so I can blow you all to Hell!” Hayato sneered. Dozens of armed men in black suits appeared on the rooftops, with a man in a mink overcoat at their head.

“My name is- Hey, what the fu-?” Tsunayoshi didn’t give the mafia leader a chance to introduce himself, instead opting to blast his way up to the roof and drop-kick him in the face. As their leader slid across the tiled roof with an imprint of Tsunayoshi’s shoe across his forehead, the underlings could only gawk at Tsunayoshi’s malice and prowess. Tsunayoshi, his expression blank, flexed his fingers.

“One day. Can’t I have one day without some goons crashing in and threatening my life and the lives of my friends? Seriously, did it have to be graduation day?” Tsunayoshi griped as he advanced on the man, who was now crawling away on his hands and knees blubbering. The men around Tsunayoshi howled angrily and trained their weapons on him, but before any of them could fire a single shot, his Guardians jumped into the fray. Within seconds, the attackers’ formation crumbled into chaos. Tsunayoshi ignored the mania to stride over to the leader.

“Have mercy!” the leader pleaded as he pressed back against the roof’s wall, shaking like a leaf and staring fearfully at Tsunayoshi. Using Leon in the form of a mini-helicopter, Reborn perched himself atop the fence and tutted at the poor excuse of a man.

“How shameful. Did you really think you could take on the Vongola Tenth with such a small force and such little resolve? This is an insult.”

Tsunayoshi smothered his Dying Will flame and pouted up at his tutor.

“Rebornnnnn, please don’t tell me this was some kind of training exercise or scheme…”

“Of course not. Even I am kind enough to allow you to enjoy your graduation day.”

“Y-you asshole! How dare you patronize me!” the mafia boss screamed and lunged at Tsunayoshi. A knife glinted in the sunlight, shooting towards Tsunayoshi’s throat, but his hyper-intuition made dodging it an easy task. The young Vongola Tenth side-stepped the attack, leaving the manic man stumbling across the roof. Takeshi dispatched him with a neck-chop to his pressure point, and he crumpled like a doll.

“That was no fun. I wanted a challenge,” the swordsman whined and sheathed his katana.

“I would rather not have to deal with stuff like this at all! One day! Just one! That’s all I want!” Tsunayoshi argued. Takeshi just laughed animatedly, like he always did, squinting his eyes happily. When he stopped, he glanced down at the ground with a confused grunt.

“Oh? Tsuna, what’s that?”

Tsunayoshi knew exactly was Takeshi was referring to and released a high-pitched screech, but before he could retrieve the precious object, Lambo scampered over and swiped it.

“No! Lambo! Give it back!” he wailed and chased the afroed, horned child across the roof. Lambo screamed elatedly, pleased with the chase, and opened the box as he ran in circles with Tsunayoshi in hot pursuit.

“A ring! It’s a ring!” Everyone froze, including the girls, who had just mounted the steps.

“Ahhhhhh! Tsuna is finally going to make Haru his mafia wife!” Haru trilled and clasped her hands beside her cheek. Clenching his teeth, Tsunayoshi shot her an incredulous look before lunging for Lambo, who had stopped running in his bewilderment of everyone’s reactions. He yelped as Tsunayoshi snatched the ring box and hid it behind his back.

“Lambo’s lying! It’s not a ring!”

“Uh, yeah it is, Sawada,” Kyoya blinked disinterestedly. Tsunayoshi growled at him, infuriated that he was no help to his cause; it was just par for the course, because since when did Kyoya care about anything but his naps and the middle school?

“Who’s it for? Who’s it for, Tsuna?” Ryohei grinned and bolted over to shake him. Tsunayoshi released startled gasps as his brain rattled in his skull along with all his other bones under the boxer’s relentless jarring.

“Gah! Ah! For the love of-! Kyoko! It’s for Kyoko!” he choked out. Ryohei ceased shaking him to gawk stupidly at him. Tsunayoshi went pink from the base of his neck to the top of his forehead. He shouldered away from his Sun Guardian, fidgeting with the box incessantly. Kyoko gawked wide-eyed at him from across the roof, mouth agape. Ugh! I had wanted to do this in private, but since when does anything in my life go as planned? he lamented. He cleared his throat before striding over to the girl, trying to seem dignified. It was a meaningless effort, because his knees buckled as soon as he reached her. “K-kyoko,” he stammered, then swallowed thickly, hating how quivery his voice was. He tried again, opening the box as he did so to reveal a silver band with a tiny pink opal in the center.

“K-Kyoko, this isn’t how I wanted this to go, but…. I’ve loved you for a long time. You were the motivation to get me through the hardest parts of my life. This is a promise ring,” he explained with a glance down at the jewelry. “M-my life is really dangerous now, with the mafia and all, and because of that, I’ve put your life in danger far too many times… B-but, with this ring, I promise to protect you, always, a-a-and love you w-with everything I h-h-have…” His voice grew high-pitched and trembly at the end, making his blush redden to a tomato color. With shaking lips and shaking hands, he extended the ring to her. “P-please be my girlfriend, Kyoko!”

“Nice delivery,” Hayato muttered sarcastically, which made him hunch his shoulders up to his ears. He heard Hayato yelp as his sister slapped him upside the head. Still, he kept his eyes firmly locked on Kyoko’s face, watching as she studied the ring curiously. His breath halted as she reached out with slim fingers to pull the ring from the box and admire it in the sunlight. The little pink opal sparkled beautifully, but not nearly as wonderfully as her eyes, Tsunayoshi thought. His heart somersaulted in his ribcage as she smiled broadly and slipped the ring onto her right ring finger.

“I accept.”

“Yes!” Tsunayoshi howled and threw his hands in the air triumphantly. “Kyoko said she’ll go out with me! This is the best day of my life!”

“Sawada!” Tsunayoshi cringed and hid behind Kyoko as Ryohei barked his name. He hunched down to peer above Kyoko’s tiny shoulder, watching fearfully as her elder brother stomped across the roof to cross his arms and glowered down at him.

“R-ryohei, I can explain…”

“No. I’ve heard enough,” he grunted with a stern expression. Tsunayoshi whined and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for one of the boxer’s devastating punches. Instead, he felt a hand ruffling his fluffy hair. He cracked an eye open to see Ryohei grinning and even crying a little. “This is so exciting! I know you will take care of my sweet little sister.”

“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, big brother. You’re the one who needs taking care of, getting beat up all the time!”

“Heyyy, Kyoko, that was so mean…”

“So are Tsuna and Kyoko getting married?” Lambo asked Chrome while sucking on his index finger.

“No, no, they are just dating,” the illusionist responded. “I think…”

“Hey! This is just one more thing to celebrate over sushi!” Takeshi laughed good-naturedly.

“I’m leaving,” Kyoya snorted and whirled on his heel to begin striding for the stairs. He bristled when Takeshi clapped a hand on his shoulder and turned him around.

“Come on, Hibari, don’t be such a stick in the mud! Surely you like sushi? My father makes the best.” Kyoya glowered before clicking his tongue thoughtfully.

“Do you have tuna sashimi?”

“Of course.”

“Fine. But I’m going for the sashimi, not because we’re friends.”

“Sure, sure.”

Tsunayoshi watched fondly as his friends rejoiced on the rooftop, smiling alighting their faces like beacons as always. As Ryohei scampered over to throw his arms around a laughing Takeshi’s shoulders, Kyoko looked at him with a sweet smile, making Tsunayoshi’s heart stop in his chest.

“You’ll keep your promise, won’t you, Tsuna?” He blinked, then smiled lovingly at the girl he had adored for the longest time.

“Of course, Kyoko. I’ll protect you with my life. I swear it.” His eyes snapped wide open when she leaned in to press a small kiss to his cheek, leaving bright pink heat in her wake.

“Good- but don’t be in a hurry to throw your life away. I’d miss you so much, Tsuna.” Smiling charmingly, she skipped over to Haru and Chrome, wherein they cooed over the pretty pink-gemmed ring. Tsunayoshi slowly raised a hand to his cheek, a smile slowly spreading over his face.

“I’m proud of you, Tsuna,” Reborn remarked and patted the back of his thigh. “I never thought you’d do it, really.”  

“It’s all thanks to you, Reborn. You gave me courage.”

“No,” the mafioso retorted with a sly smirk. “You always had the courage. I just taught you how to find it.” Tsunayoshi nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. You sure did, Reborn.”

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[venusdeservedbetter]

Always Double Check Your Field Trips - 3

Part 1  // Part 2

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As Marinette was lead through the halls, she couldn’t help but admire the decor. The walls, while being simple and practical, were smartly decorated. There was a long stretch of wall with a set of paintings of - who she could only assume were - past CEOs, starting with a blond version of Tsuna, and ending with the brunet himself. She had stopped for a bit to admire the eighth painting: a beautiful dark haired woman with pink flowers across the side of her face. She must have been staring for a while, as the violet haired woman - Chrome? She thought that was her name - softly cleared her throat. Sheepishly, Marinette rubbed the back of her head and followed her into the office.

As Tsuna wasn’t in yet, Mari tried to make small talk with Chrome. She made quick notice of the long, spiky earrings she was wearing. 

“Your earrings are really cool.”

“Oh... thank you. Your’s are cute too,” she replied in her soft voice. 

Her hands brushed the silver studs she was wearing. Unfortunately, she could not bring Tikki with her across the continent, as a safety precaution. However, Master Fu allowed her to carry a few Miraculouses, just in case. She had swapped out her normal earrings for some nice silver studs her grandmother had given her as a gift a while back.

Fortunately, Tsuna soon came into the office to start the meeting. “I want to start with an apology. I’m sure this wasn’t what you where expecting when you signed up for the program.”

That was an understatement. “Yeah, the flaming drapes were a bit of a shock.” That brought a smile to his face.

Tsuna then started walking towards a large painting of the blond man from before, surrounded by a set of other men. “You see, my ancestor Giotto had started this company as a way to help the helpless. The business was passed down through the bloodline, but had entered the hands of some... less than stellar individuals.” He then gestured to another painting, this time of a kind looking old man surrounded by friends, “The previous boss, Timoteo, had wanted to undertake the process to reform the Vongola, but didn’t get the chance to start the process until he was much too old. After some... accidents involving his sons, I was placed as the head in training, as I was directly related to the first boss.” She could tell, dye his hair blond and they could be twins.

He then continued, “My tutor decided it would be best to allow me to run the company as a trial run, of sorts. While I was against it, he had forced my hand.” ‘Quite literally,’ she thought he muttered. “While I could handle things to a degree, my friends are a bit... high-spirited as you could tell. Once again, I deeply apologize for the damage they had caused. I hope they did not ruin the image you had built up for Vongola International.” He ended his apology with a deep bow, to which she had to respect.

“It’s no big deal, they were just a bit over enthusiastic, that’s all. I’m just a bit worried about how my class are reacting.”

“That’s... entirely fair, actually. Trust me, I’ve known them for a few years now. They could have been worse.” His facade of a cool, confident CEO had cracked a bit, showing that he was just a confused teenager trying his best. Honestly, mood. 

“They should be just about done with cleanup,” They? He then clapped his hands together, “Well, with that settled, allow me to walk you to your hotel. You should begin to settle in, and I need to lay down the ground rules for the next few days.” 

As the three of them walked away, Marinette couldn’t help but think this trip had potential. 

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Not far from Tsuna’s office, a set of snickers and some scribbling could be heard. The French group needed to prepare themselves for some Rainbow based chaos.

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And done! I’m proud of the altered version of the Vongola Famiglia history Tsuna told her. It sounds just real enough for her to not ask questions.

I’m accepting questions and suggestions for this and other types of crossovers, so don’t hesitate!!

@fantasyfandommaiden @fireflywonder @seraphichana @vixen-uchiha

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[cielofics]

(Old) ICMSAR XIX

WARNING(S): OCC's, Parent!bashing, depressing!thoughts, suicidal!tendencies,

NOTES: "Japanese" "Italian" Thinking 'Tsuna's eye speak' [Text Messages]

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Amano Akira does

Everyone was waiting outside, feeling tense. Ryohei and Shamal had come for a while to check up on the brunet when he suddenly started convulsing.

Nobody was allowed to stay in the room besides the two.

"Say, it's been a while since Shamal and Ryohei are in there," Yamamoto pointed out. For once there was no smile on any of them; not even Mukuro had his creepy smile on. It showed how serious the situation was if Yamamoto did not have his carefree smiles.

Gokudera looked at Yamamoto before he said, "Jyuudaime will be fine. He always has been."

Chrome nodded, "Sun-man is there too. He knows Bossu well." Yamamoto looked at them for a bit before relaxing a bit and saying, "You're right. I should trust sempai."

Bang!

Everyone jumped at the sound of the door opening with a bang. There stood Shamal looking weary and tired; Ryohei not too far behind them, looking mad at something.

For some reason, everyone knew that what they were about to hear wasn't something they would want to.

Shamal came and paused in front of them. He looked at them before he sighs, "Listen up, no matter how much you threaten me, it won't work anymore."

Silence~

"W-What do you mean?" Lambo asked with wide eyes

"The poison... it's moving too fast for us to create and make the antidote on time," Shamal says very slowly.

XX..XX

[With Ienari]

Ienari, for once, woke up without the help of cold water, defibrillators or explosions.

Confused, he looked towards the hammock Reborn usually slept in. Even if it was Saturday, the baby would usually wake him up for an early training. Smirking, Ienari tried to get off the bed, keyword tried.  

As soon as he stood, he heard the sound of a rope being snapped into two. Turning towards the sound, he noticed some kind of rope

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.

leading to his ceiling. Gulping, Ienari took a hesitant glance towards the ceiling that probably had something he didn't want to see.

Slowly, he let his eyes trail up to the most probably stupid yet deadly trap ever when he noticed a f****** piano hanging very loosely - and oh d*** did I just hear that squeak?

That day, a very loud "REBOOOORN!" was heard throughout Namimori

XX..XX

[With the former 10th Generation]

A pin drop silence could be heard throughout the hallway that was accommodating the former guardians and tutor of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"Y-you're lying, a-aren't you?" asked Yamamoto after a while. When he received a silence from the doctor clad in white, he turned to Ryohei. "S-Senpai, please tell me this is a p-prank and that T-Tsuna w-will be..."

Yamamoto trailed off after seeing the grim look in his eyes. Everyone couldn't believe what they were hearing. No, they just couldn't accept what they were hearing. They would loose their sky? Again?

No longer able to take the turn of events, Lambo did something that he hadn't done in a long long time. He took out his 10 year Bazooka.

Poof!

Pink smoke filled the hallway as the former guardians and tutor stood there trying to see through the smoke.

"Yare, yare, why did my younger self call me no...." TYL Lambo trailed off as he took in the condition of the guardians. They weren't themselves and neither was Reborn.

For a minute, they only stared at each other before Lambo asks, "...So, what happened?"

Whether it was because the guardians and the tutor weren't on top shape or they were badly affected, they took a whole minutes to snap out of the stupor.

"The Cure!" Reborn exclaimed finally. "the cure for the poison!"

Surprised, Lambo reels back, "Huh?"

This time, Hibari snapped, "The cure for the poison that herbivorous herbivore gave to the omnivore!"

Understanding, then dawned quickly on the grown up child, "Use your sun flames continuously to slow down the process. It will slow it down but very minimally. Also, call the Primo Generation, only they can-"

Poof!

Everybody remained silent as they stared at where TYL Lambo stood. Now, there was a crying child instead who after a while said, "H-He's a-alive...."

And that quickly brought the guardians to think about what TYL Lambo said.

"How do we call the Primo Generation? We don't have any way to con-"

Yamamoto cuts Gokudera off before he could dig his grave deeper as there was a very confused doctor standing there. "Reborn? What should we do? And what is the Primo generation? " He stared at the understanding dawn on the bomber as he eyed towards the doctor discretely

Reborn's fedora was tilted dangerously as he glanced at the doctor standing there with confused eyes. "Shamal?"

"What is it?" The doctor asked raising his eyebrows.

"What are you waiting here for?"

"Huh?"

"Get moving and use those d*** sun flames of yours to slow down the process!"

"H-hai!"

With the doctor out of the way, he stared at the remaining people left, "let's talk get a room and talk."

XX..XX

"What did TYL Lambo mean by 'calling the Primo Generations?' It's not like we can just bring them out," Gokudera said once they had gotten a secure room.

"Plus, we don't even have the Vongola Rings. Only our Vongola Gears," Mukuro said without his signature laugh.

Everyone stared at each other for a while before collectively sighing. (Except Reborn, he's too cool for that.)

"And the Primo Generation only comes out when they want to," Chrome said timidly while Yamamoto, Gokudera and Lambo nodded.

"But they came," Ryohei started seriously, "when we got our memories. In fact, they were there for everyone of us."

"We never asked them to; they just popped up whenever they want to," Chrome retorted.

Everyone settled in a tense silence when Hibari asked, "Hn, baby-carnivore?" (Can't you get the rings somehow?)

Sighing noticeably, Reborn said, "No, I can't. Besides, even if though I said that one of Cielo Nascosto's condition was for Tsuna to become a candidate, he never wrote it to Nono."

Gokudera frowned, "What did Vongola Nono reply with so far?"

"Nothing. He hasn't replied yet and it's been 3 days already. He did, however, call me and say that he is planning on meeting Cielo Nascosto in a few days and talk about the conditions. But it will take a while for him to get here."

Mukuro frowned, "And why is that, baby?"

"For some odd reason, Xanxus has been quite... tame lately. Nobody knows why but to Nono, it looks like it's some kind of a plan to trick him into false security. Besides, this is a parallel world too. Just because we have our parallel selves memories doesn't means everything is the same," Reborn said, looking at every single one of them in their eyes.

"Like Tsuna having an abusive brother?" Lambo asked.

"Exactly," Reborn responded, pushing his fedora downwards to cover their eyes. Once again, everyone remained silent before Lambo childishly exclaimed, "Ugh! Why can't Lampo be here when we need him?"

-Need me for what?- a sleepy-sounded voice resounded in the aftermath silence.

Startled, Lambo fell on his butt with a surprised yelp.

"What the heck?!" Lambo said with shocked eyes. But he was not the only one shocked, everyone was. "W-why are you here?!" he asked with pointing fingers at the faint ghost standing right in front of him.

Yawning, Lampo said, "Well, you called, didn't you?"

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.

"Eh?"

XX..XX

Shamal stared at the heavily breathing boy in front of him. Apparently, what the future Lambo had said was working but very slowly.

His heart clenched when he heard another whimper come from the brunet. He had been doing this for the past 15 minutes and though the poison did seem to stop spreading as quickly as it did before; more sun flame users very needed.

It would take me time to run out of stamina but we will need more sun users soon, he thought

He was wondering something else too. Something that happened not too long ago. Do those kids know about the Vongola? If so, how? Hayato, I can understand along with that creepy ex-convict and the snotty brat but what about the rest?

While Shamal was busy contemplating things, he failed to notice the soft glow coming from a necklace underneath Tsuna's shirt.

XX..XX

Everyone (yes Reborn included) was staring at the ghost-like figure in front of them.

Snapping out of his thoughts faster, (because it will be a shame if the world's greatest hitman cannot control himself) Reborn called out, "What do you mean by that?"

-It's exactly like Lampo said; you called us, right?- Asari asked, appearing next to Lampo. One by one, the rest of the Primo Generation except Primo himself appeared and stood in front of them.

"Kufufu, you don't just appear out of nowhere by just us calling," Mukuro said after a minute.

#katekyo hitman reborn #il cielo ma sempre accettando rotto #old version

[luki-fanfic]

A Kingdom For A Book: Good Omens/KHR Fic

So...guess what I’ve been watching obsessively the last few weeks?  Had to try and hash some of this out before the weekend so I could concentrate on DK&T. 

A Kingdom for a Book Good Omens/Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Tsuna, Yamamoto, Gokudera and Ryohei are in Italy, having breakfast with Nono and his respective guardians when it happens.

The Tenth generation had been invited (or, translated into civilian, abducted in the dead of night the day after graduating middle school) to spend the summer break at the Vongola Mansion.  However, Hibari had been...forceful, in his refusal, while Mukuro and Chrome had declined and vanished before anyone could talk them into it.  Lambo, while excited at the idea at returning home, had refused to leave Nana alone, and had been given the ‘very important job’ of protecting the woman while the teens were away.  

Tsuna rather sorely wishes he could have traded jobs with his young lightning.  The ‘break’ part of the trip had turned out to be very apt, because tutoring on Vongola grounds was ten time worse than in Namimori, where Reborn had to at least pretend he was bound by foolish things like land ownership, Hibari’s territory issues and physics. The hitman had been enjoying every minute of Tsuna torment, to the surprise of absolutely no one.  As such, nobody is really surprised when Reborn walks in and slaps four airline tickets on the table.  

“It’s time for your Vongola Negotiation Trial,” he says, as if it explains anything.

Granted, it’s Reborn, so explanations have always been optional.  If not for the fact that the man-turned-baby-and-now-rapidly-going-through-puberty-again-teenager always landed on his feet, Tsuna would swear blindly that he just made things up on the spot.

“What’s a Vongola Negation Trial?” he asks, mostly to get things over with. If he doesn’t ask what Reborn is talking about, Yamamoto will, which will set Gokudera off on a giant rant only 2 people in the room can follow, and it’s just too early in the morning for that.

To his surprise, Nono is the one that answers, folding his hands and smiling at his heir.

“It’s a right of passage for all young mafia” he explains.  “Especially those in boss positions.  It’s a test to show your intelligence, charisma and skill at obtaining objectives.”

Yamamoto laughs and leans over to wrap an arm around Tsuna’s shoulders.

“This’ll be easy Tsuna,” he says.  “Those are some of your best qualities.”

“Hieee?”

“Don’t touch the Tenth so casually!” Gokudera hisses at the rain, before he face does some spectacular muscle rearranging to smile at Tsuna.

“But he’s right Tenth!  This will be a cakewalk for you,” he insists.

“Sawada can negotiate to the extreme!” Ryohei agrees.

“What?  But I’m not good at-”

“Regardless,” Reborn say, talking over him.  “As the future Decimo, your role will require exceptional negotiation skills. Granted, this is something you have proven to have a knack for, so this is merely a formality to prove your prowess.”

Tsuna stares at the delighted faces around him and sighs.  

As much as he wants to keep arguing, he’s acutely aware of the pointlessness of such an act.  At least a ‘negotiation trial’ probably won’t be as violent as Reborn’s usual training.  If they have to leave the country, the man can only have so long to-

Oh crap...he’s sending them to a war zone isn’t he?

“Hieee...”

The hitman pretends he doesn’t hear Tsuna’s squeak, and pulls out what appears to be a photograph from his suit pocket.

“The Ninth gave me a selection of possible outbreaks and riots that require ceasefires” he explains.  “However, as your tutor, I believe in pushing you to great things, and for that reason, I have decided to give you the toughest negotiation challenge known to man.”

Tsuna pales as he watches Nono’s guardians pale, the man himself leaning forward in something resembling horror.

“Reborn, you can’t possibly be planning to send him there...”

Tsuna watches in astonishment as every mafioso in the room steps back, the photo dropping from Reborn’s hand to the desk.

“Sawada Tsunayoshi” his tutor says.  “You must enter the shop of A.Z.Fell & Co in London, and leave with a legally purchased book.”

“...I’m sorry, what?” Tsuna says, just before the entire room erupts in full on outrage.

“Reborn, you cannot be serious-”

“There are limits to your madness-”

“At least give him a fighting chance!  A gang war in Nicaragua started a few days ago, send him there!”

Tsuna can only stare at the horrified Mafioso in pure confusion, before picking up the photograph.  It boasts an old brick building, with an older gentleman on the stair just exiting the door.  He’s dressed a good century out of fashion, but there’s a presence, even in the photo, that makes Tsuna feel he’d look more out of place in modern clothing.

“This is Mr. Fell?” he asks, once the yelling calms down.  Everyone in the room sort of glance at each other, before sagging back down into their seats.

“One of them” Nono replies.  “The book store has been open since the 1800’s, passed down his family, and has been the bane of many a collector. There are few rare texts, especially of the biblical or prophetic nature, that Fell & Co do not possess.”

“But, then why is it a bane?”

The entire room offers a mirthless chuckle.

“Because the Fell family go to extreme lengths to make sure they never part with a single volume” Coyote explains.  “It hasn’t so much as broken even since it opened.  We’re not even sure why they have the bookshop rather than just a private collection.  It’s got to be some kind of tax thing, though we’re still not sure what considering how immaculate they appear, but regardless, just because those books are in a shop, does not mean they’re for sale.”

“...Has anyone ever succeeded?” Tsuna asks.  Everyone immediately turns to Reborn, who is wearing his trademark look of smug, and Tsuna sags.

“Let me rephrase. Has anyone human ever succeeded?” he rephrases, and Reborn chuckles.

“There are stories that suggest the sixth Manachelli boss managed to make it out with a ‘wicked bible’” he tells him.  “But given that all ten known copies are currently recorded elsewhere, nobody believes it.”

“Tsunayoshi...” Nono begins.  “While I have full trust in Reborn’s decisions, I must tell you that there is no dishonour in failing this trial.  Many mafioso have failed.  Even Xanxus could not pry a volume from Fell’s hands.”

“Xanxus tried?” Tsuna squeaks, and Yamamoto gives a low whistle while Gokudera splutters.  Nono just nods.

“Nearly every family has attempted it in recent history,” Nono continues.  “As such, if you reach a point where you feel you have exhausted every avenue, please retreat, and I will insist upon a different challenge.”

The Don glances over at Reborn.

“That will be acceptable, yes?” he asks the hitman.  Reborn merely adjusts his hat.

“I have full confidence in my student,” he replies.  “But I can accept those terms.  What do you say Dame-Tsuna?”

Tsuna drops his eyes back down to the photo.  Takes in the unassuming man and the shop.

Well, at least it’s not a literal war zone.  

Looks like he’s going to London.

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All things considered, Tsuna finds himself pleasantly surprised by London. While the architecture is western and the streets crammed with people of every colour and shape, it lacks the sheer chaotic violence that seems to encompass Italy each time he sets foot there.  Instead there’s this subconscious politeness that everyone acknowledges exists (although not necessarily acted upon) that his Japanese upbringing just finds pleasant.  While he’s certainly not about to up and move, it’s less of a culture shock than his first unchaperoned visit to Rome.  

His guardians seem to be enjoying the trip too.  Ryohei’s exuberance and yelling get him some amused looks, and Yamamoto has been taken photos since they got off the plane.  Gokudera’s had a giddy look on his face, and while he’s not mentioned anything, Tsuna spotted him grabbing a handful of pamphlets from the hotel’s tourist section regarding ghost tours.  He’ll have to remember to ask Yamamoto to ‘guard’ him one night so Gokudera doesn’t feel guilty about slipping away.

In fact, Tsuna is surprisingly optimistic about the whole thing, right up until they reach the area of Soho and gets hit with the sheer oddity of the shop.  His trio of guardians, equally enamoured by London’s streets, quickly spot the issue itself.

“How is this place still standing?” Gokudera asks, glancing around at the high street retail brands and expensive bistro bars, before turning his attention back to the dull red building that takes up a significant chunk of the corner.  “It’s got to be the only independent building on the street.”

“It’s really well located too,” Yamamoto says, pushing up on his tiptoes to look inside the windows.  “My Dad would kill for this kind of location, but there’s no one inside.  There should at least be a few window shoppers, right?”

“This is insane,” Gokudera continues muttering.  “Surely the local council would have slapped a compulsory purchase order on the owner by this point.”

Ryohei is frowning too, walking forward and frowning at a sign on the door.

“These opening times are crazy to the extreme.”  

He’s not wrong. Tsuna almost finds himself gaping at the ramblings provided.  This shop’s opening hours are the business equivalent of a 100 sided dice roll.  Judging from his expression, Gokudera can’t decide if he’s frustrated or impressed.  Yamamoto already had his phone out and snapping a photo for posterity.

Astonishingly enough though, while the opening hours are few and far between, the shop is currently open, and with a very put upon sigh, Tsuna pushes the door open and steps inside.

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His plan is simple. Walk in, find a book that looks particularly cheap or badly damaged and then hope his intuition helps him struggle through the haggling.

Unfortunately, this plan immediately hits a snag when he walks into the shop and feels his intuition goes crazy.  There’s no danger or alarm...it just...really, really doesn’t want to be there.  It sort of does the mental equivalent of whimper and curl up into a small ball underneath a metaphysical table, and Tsuna wants to about face and walk straight out the door.

Unfortunately, that isn’t an option, because his three friends are still blocking the way, and Gokudera is already hyperventilating, eyes locked on a bookshelf that’s almost changed colour from the amount of dust.

“Is that a first edition Liver De Coloribus Coeli?” he squeaks.  “In a bookshop?”

Tsuna has absolutely no idea what a ‘liba de colour bus’ is, or what is so surprising about finding it in a bookshop, but he leaves his right hand to salivate (already the bomber has about five books in his arms, clearly forgetting the odds of leaving with any one of them), and walks around the room.

The building itself doesn’t seem dangerous, but there’s definitely something off about it.  There’s an odd damp smell that sticks in your nose and is decidedly uncomfortable.  The books themselves are in no clear order, strewn about almost haphazardly, and not a single staff member in sight...which is definitely odd considering Tsuna has it on good authority that this is a store that ‘sells’ the literary equivalent of diamonds.  There should at least be a guard, surely?

His intuition peeks out from underneath it’s metaphysical table just long enough to nudge him in the direction of a back room, but the closer he gets, the more awkward the building feels.  He tests his intuition by doing an 180 and walking towards the door, and is utterly baffled by the feeling of ‘yes! Yes! Do that!’ that follows.

“Is it just me?” Yamamoto begins as he inspects a half empty bookshelf near a window, hand rubbing the back of his neck where hair is standing on end.  “Or does this place feel really unpleasant?”

“It is extremely uncomfortable” Ryohei agrees, leaning next to the door, and that has Tsuna standing up a little straighter.  It’s one thing for his intuition to be upset, another thing entirely for Ryohei to pick up on it.

Gokudera seems to realise this as well, because he’s paused in his manic search for books to glance around the building.

“It’s as if the building itself is telling us to go away,” he concludes, and his face lights up.

“Maybe it’s a ghost?  A real, live UMA here in London.  This shop is old, it’s entirely possible.  Dammit, I should have brought some equipment!”

Yamamoto is grinning at the bomber, and Tsuna sags.  Any desire to leave has quickly vanished in the wake of ‘supernatural-oddities-are-afoot-Hayato.’

His attention is only drawn away from his storm when he hears the rather dismayed gasp that comes from the other side of the room.

‘Customers, oh dear.’

Tsuna swings round to take in the very well dressed man who looks very disappointed to see them.  

‘Ah, hello,’ Tsuna begins, frantically trying to remember his English lessons. ‘We, um, looking for, ah-’

“I speak Japanese” Mr Fell interrupts.  “But you really should leave now.  I don’t have any stock you would be interested in.”

Gokudera immediately moves forward, gesturing to the dozen books now in his hands.

‘I need all of these!’ he says in English with a grin.  ‘Name your price. I can’t believe they were all just sitting in the open.’

This just makes Mr Fell go from disappointed to horrified, and Tsuna winces.  Gokudera’s forgotten the point of this whole trip – the books must be truly incredible for his right hand to be this obsessed.  Which doesn’t bode well for anyone.

“These books aren’t for children,” Mr Fell replies.  “Please put them back where you found them.”

Gokudera’s smile vanishes.

“Are you kidding? There’s a genuine ‘Anatomy of a Chupacubra’ and ‘Fantasy of a Star’s Soliloquy’ in here.  You know how long I’ve been looking for copies of those?”

“There are extremely rare,” Mr Fell agrees.  “Which is all the more reason to put them back before you damage them.  Please, some of those volumes are fragile.”

He moves to take the books forcibly from Gokudera’s hands, and the teen moves back. Before Tsuna can even consider interjecting, Yamamoto is already slipping between the two with a smile.

“Won’t you reconsider?” he asks.  “This is a book shop, we’re book buyers. Everything can work out, don’t you think?”

Yamamoto’s easy going grin can and has eased the ire of more than one Mafioso over the years, but Mr Fell however is not included in that number.  He’s looking even more upset at being kept from his stock.

“This is doing nothing to convince me you can have ownership of such valuable items,” he says.  “Do you even know what they cost?”

“We have money,” Ryohei offers, and Mr Fell scoffs.

“Money does not buy respect or protection,” Mr Fell replies, and glares when Gokudera snorts in laughter.  

Tsuna isn’t even certain how he does it.  His intuition twinges, and he thinks he hears a finger snap, but quicker than the eye can follow, the man has plucked almost every book from the bomber’s hands, vanishing them under the counter.  Gokudera only stops gaping in shock when the man returns to grab the last few books in his hands, clutching them tightly to his chest.

“Fuck you!  I’m not leaving without them!” he swears.  Mr Fell just purses his lips.

“Yes you are.  Put them on that table this instant, or I will be forced to do something I’d rather not.”

Tsuna’s intuition spikes.  The man isn’t bluffing, and Tsuna doesn’t have the information to know exactly what he’s promising.

“Gokudera, drop them” Tsuna pleads, and while Gokudera looks at him in dismay, something in Tsuna’s face makes him capitulate.  Tsuna is far more relieved than he should be when the bomber submits, placing the books on a nearby table with almost tender care.  A hand brushes the top volume with a move one would almost call tender had it not been from Gokudera, while Yamamoto tugs at his other arm.

“I’ll be back for you,” he whispers, only to turn and scowl at Mr. Fell as he’s guided to the door.  The book owner seems quite delighted that everything went so smoothly, but Tsuna hesitates as he reaches the door.

“I can’t leave London without a book,” he tells Mr. Fell.  The man gives him a tight smile.

“Then I hope you enjoy London,” he says.  “You’ll be here for some time.”

The man moves forward and ushers Tsuna out the door.  He stumbles as he trips on the top step, only saved from falling down the lot by Ryohei, and turns to see Mr Fell lock the door and swing the sign from Open to Closed.

“What an asshole,” Gokudera growls.

“Now I get why everyone got extremely worried when we came here,” Ryohei agrees. “He’s an extremely challenging opponent.”

Tsuna nods as he pulls away from the boxer, gingerly walking down the steps.

“Lets go to the hotel,” he says.  “I think we might need to call some people.”

His friends grin as they head down the street, shoulders loosening when the realise Tsuna isn’t all that upset about getting kicked out.  To be honest, he’d have been more surprised if they hadn’t been.  It’s not like he’d expected to succeed on the first try.  

But maybe it’s time to get some more data to work with.

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the prank wars  |  the start

At that point, his legs gave out from under him. Sliding to the floor, Tsuna let out a hysterical laugh. Why had Grandpa thought that this would be safer? He’d rather take his chances with the Italian police!

For the resident chief of police, Superintendent Hibari Kyoya, was more famously known as the Demon of Namimori.

Rating: T

Warnings: NIL

Pairings: NIL

Prompt: The protagonist is a prankster, who’s dared to prank the local police station, only to get into a prank war with the local police chief - by @short-story-slam

“Gah! This is all stupid Reborn’s fault!” wailed poor Tsuna.

His troubles had all started the day his father had come home after disappearing for nearly 5 years.

“My darling Nana, I’m home!” sang Iemitsu as he entered the Sawada residence.

As Nana exited the kitchen wondering what was going on, he scooped her up in his arms and spun her around joyfully. Giggles burst out of her as she embraced him. Her husband had come to visit!

“Mom?” yelled Tsuna as he thundered down the stairs. “What’s going - oof!” he yelped as he slipped and tumbled down the stairs to land in a heap at his parents’ feet.

“Tuna-fish!” said Iemitsu joyfully, opening his arms for a hug. “Come say hi to Papa!”

The 14-year-old frantically scrambled away.

“No way!” he cried in shock. “You’re back?!”

“Tsu-kun,” scolded Nana. “Is that any way to greet your father?”

“Aaah, it’s ok. Tuna-fish just hasn’t seen his papa in a long time. Besides, I have good news for you darling! My boss has got the company settled permanently, so that means we can be a family again! He’s even arranged for us to move near the work site, so we’re all going to Italy!”

Nana gasped. Her husband would be home again, and they would be moving to an exotic country too!

“But darling, what about Tsu-kun’s studies?” she said frowning. “He hasn’t been doing very well lately. We can’t afford to pull him away from school now.”

“I told my boss about that too,” Iemitsu said. “He’s kindly arranged for Tsuna to stay with his family at his place, and he’s even got a tutor for him!”

A dark figure dressed in a finely-tailored suit stepped out of the shadows and loomed over the shivering boy.

“Chaos, No Good-Tsuna,” the man said, glittering black eyes shining out from the depths of his fedora’s brim. “I’m Reborn. I’m here to make you the new leader of the next generation.”

And that, was merely the beginning of his pain.

“Happy birthday No Good-Tsuna,” said his tutor with a cheerful grin, his eyes lit with mischief.

‘Oh no,’ thought Tsuna helplessly. ‘He’s got that look on his face again!’

“For your 15th birthday,” Reborn continued mercilessly. “I have brought you a present that will make you into an even better person than you were last year.”

The door crashed open.

“Kora where’s the brat!” demanded a man in military fatigues with a huge rifle slung over his shoulder.

A woman, similarly dressed, whacked his head, “Stop being so loud, idiot!”

Reborn’s eyes gleamed.

“Meet Colonello and Lal Mirch,” he gestured dramatically at the couple. “They’ll be your fitness trainers starting from today.”

Tsuna could only let out a pathetic whimper.

It only got worse from there.

“So you’re 16 today huh, No Good-Tsuna.”

Tsuna gulped. He had a bad feeling that he knew where this was going.

“Looking forward to your surprise?” Reborn asked evilly.

The beleaguered teenager shook his head frantically. As if he had any hopes of changing his demon tutor’s mind.

“Well, too bad,” he said as the door crashed open in a parody of his 15th birthday.

“Voiiii!” screamed a long-haired man with a sword for a left hand.

“Hieee!” Tsuna shrieked in return, jerking backwards in his seat. The chair toppled over from the force, sending its occupant crashing to the floor with it.

A hand grabbed his shirt collar, and Tsuna found himself face-to-face with the scary man. A large shark-like grin filled his vision. The teen felt liquid splatter onto him as something crashed into the man’s head and shattered.

Tsuna slowly looked past the scary man’s shoulder and meet ruby eyes set in a heavily-scarred face which advertised “DANGER”.

The weight supported by Squalo’s arm increased considerably. The long-haired commander turned back to his prey, only to find an unconscious limp noodle hanging from his grip. Tsuna had fainted clean away.

And his torture culminated on one fine day.

“Tsunayoshi, I believe you have almost finished your training to take over as the next boss of Vongola Corporation,” said Timoteo as he and Tsuna sat on a park bench enjoying ice-cream.

The elderly man had been like the grandfather he had never had. He spoiled Tsuna dreadfully, always looking out for him and treating him to things whenever they met. There was also the fact that he was the current boss of VongCorp.

“Well, Reborn seems to think so,” was all Tsuna said, chasing the sticky trail of ice-cream that meandered down his arm with his tongue.

Timoteo nodded before adding, “There’s still the graduation task.”

Tsuna paused his chase. Graduation task? How come he’d never heard of such a thing till now?

Seeing the look on his successor’s face, the boss laughed.

“Well,” he started sheepishly, the emotion foreign on his elderly visage. “It’s something my mother had started when she was about to take over as boss, and I wanted to carry on the tradition with you.”

“You see, as the only female boss in the history of VongCorp, she faced a lot of backlash. People said she was not fierce enough or that she did not know to let loose and stuff, contradictory I know, but it was unfortunately something that came with the time.”

“So she decided to show them up and shut them down. She proceeded to wage a prank war against the brutal chief of the police, and get away with it without being identified. No one dared question her afterwards. She let me try my hand at it before I was about to take over. And I want you to have the same experience.”

Tsuna gaped. Pranking the Italian chief of police was not something he wanted to do. Especially since they had recently started a bloody campaign against the mafia. He did not want to get on their bad side, thank you very much.

As if reading his mind, Timoteo said, “It’s too dangerous to prank the Italian police at the moment. So I thought maybe you could prank the Namimori chief instead. I know it’s been a while since you went back to your hometown.”

Tsuna thought about it. He didn’t want to disappoint Grandpa, and he’d had enough experience around Reborn to pull off a decent prank or two. Yeah, he could do this. If it made Grandpa happy.

When Tsuna nodded in agreement, Timoteo clapped his hands. “Well then, you should probably get introduced to the judges scoring you! I think you already know them quite well.”

The bad feeling was back.

Tsuna despaired. He should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. When had anything in his life been easy?

Timoteo waved at someone behind him. Tsuna turned slowly. A group of familiar figures made their way to the two.

“Your judges are Reborn, Colonello, Lal Mirch, Xanxus, and Squalo.”

Reborn pushed the brim of his fedora up with his handgun. With a damning smirk, he said, “You’ll have to impress each and every one of us to pass No Good-Tsuna. And you only have 7 days, so make each one of them count.”

Which was why Tsuna was now trudging through the streets of Namimori in the dead of winter, bemoaning his fate. He glanced back longingly at the direction of his hotel where he had left Hayato. He’d rather be in the toasty warmth of the hotel too.

Sighing, he slapped his cheeks and muttered to himself, “Get it together Tsuna, the sooner you find out who you’re supposed to prank, the sooner you can get back to bed.”

It took him a few tries, but through a combination of his memories and begging for directions, he finally managed to stumble into the police station. As the blast of warm air hit his face, he released a grateful exhale. At least he was no longer in danger of losing his fingers or toes.

He took two steps towards the reception desk, and promptly stopped short. The policeman manning the desk had his hair styled in a familiar pompadour. Tsuna let out a disbelieving chuckle. That sure brought back memories. It looked like even after leaving the Disciplinary Committee, the former member still retained the hairstyle. Shaking his head, he approached the officer.

“Ah, excuse me sir?” Tsuna ventured.

The policeman looked up from his report. “Yes? How can I help you?”

“Erm, I’m quite new here, just arrived actually, and I was wondering who the chief of police is?”

“Oh,” the man blinked. “Well, the chief of police is Inspector Hibari Kyoya.”

Tsuna froze. He must have heard the officer wrong. Surely he must have.

“Hibari...Kyoya?” he managed to gasp out.

“Yes,” the officer replied. He narrowed his eyes at Tsuna. “Is something the matter?”

“Ah, nothing! Nothing!” Tsuna stammered, waving his arms frantically in front of him. “I just wanted to confirm the name that’s all!”

He backed away with shaky legs, and once he had made it out of the station, ran back to the hotel and slammed the room door shut. At that point, his legs gave out from under him. Sliding to the floor, Tsuna let out a hysterical laugh. Why had Grandpa thought that this would be safer? He’d rather take his chances with the Italian police!

For the resident chief of police, Superintendent Hibari Kyoya, was more famously known as the Demon of Namimori.

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Daemon’s Fate #6

[Katekyo Hitman Reborn]

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Summary: When Tsuna wasn’t born with a daemon, it drew attention. He was bullied so much that Nana was forced to take drastic measures. Yet, after Tsuna saves two animals (an abandoned baby phoenix, and a starved lion cub) they start following him around and people (including Reborn and the mafia) start making new assumptions… Poor them. Drabbles and some chapters.

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Part 6: What’s Wrong with Being Confident?

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Throwing himself on his bed in his room, Tsuna covered his eyes with his right arm. He doesn't really want to see anything right now. Everything that happened downstairs had done nothing but set him off. He hated that name. Hated it so much. It reminded him of so many things, of blood, of bullying and crying. The word alone was enough to make him want to hide to lock himself in his room. But even as he thinks that he knows that's not something he should fall back into. He's someone different now.

He's not Dame-Tsuna anymore, he has familiars. Two of them now, so he isn't lonely anymore. He's different. Older, better than he used to be. He isn't weak. That was his past. He was just Tsuna now. Not Dame-Tsuna.

Yet still, just the thought of the word was enough to make him want to punch something.

The word, that horrible nickname was, coming back to haunt him, in the one place he thought he was safe. He thought he had buried that past, and moved on from it, but Reborn still keeps bringing it up and throwing it at him and he hates him for it. Reborn was everything he never wanted in his life. Reborn was chaos, a connection to his father, and bloodshed. Reborn was darkness playing at civility and he thought he could just walk into the house and destroy any semblance of Tsuna's life and its okay.

It's not okay.

This whole mess is not going to go away.

When Tsuna told Reborn he wasn't going to be a mafia boss, he meant it. Tsuna doesn't care what some far-flung old man wants, or even what his father wants. This is his life, and no one else gets to have a say in it. He's done doing that. He has the scars to prove it.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, Tsuna pushes himself up from his bed and leans against his bedroom wall. He would not cry more over this. Crying was worthless. He just needed the calm to return. Taking a deep breath, he started going through his breathing exercises. He started counting backward from a hundred in Japanese and when that wasn't enough, through Italian, and French and then through any other languages he knew. He was a little unsteady, and it took longer then he would have like to calm himself but eventually, his emotions settled.

Tsubird was nuzzling him, cooing softly through his hair while he worked himself out of his breakdown and Natsu rubbed his mane on his arm as he purred. Their strength helping him come back to the present, instead of staying in the past. Patting them both on the head, he smiled softly.

He was okay.

Everything was okay.

He just had a bad dinner.

And that's okay.

Tomorrow is a new day.

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Downstairs, Dino and Romario didn't have that same feeling as Nana started to chew out Reborn.

"I don't think you should treat Tsu-kun like that." She says but there's no warmth in her eyes and her fingers are rather tight around her chopsticks. "After all you are a guest, and guests should be polite." She tells him coldness setting in her eyes. It had taken everyone in the room completely off guard, that the sweet mild-manner housewife of only minutes before is now staring down Reborn, the greatest hitman in the world and lecturing him.

Reborn is staring at her, somewhat in surprise. He didn't think Nana could even get angry, and yet she is. Iemitsu noted that his wife was sweet and he had never seen her angry, and yet in the back of his mind, he just assumed she couldn't be angry. Perhaps he should have had his argument with Tsuna in his room after dinner, or done something else. But still, he figures he might as well as say something. The last thing he needed for Nana to get in the way of his tutoring. It would make his job substantially harder if Nana completely evicted him from the house.

What a mess.

"And a polite guest should apologize." She says turning sharply in Reborn's direction. If she seems more dangerous than she did five minutes ago, well Dino thinks its a trick of the light, even as she stabs hard enough through her meat and plate. It has to be. And yet, the room seems colder, darker, and it's causing him to shake. Nana must have left the AC on or something. Even poor Enzo on his shoulder is starting to get cold. Patting his daemon, he barely looks up in time to see Nana stand and glower down at Reborn.

"So I suggest you go and do that," Nana says walking away with her broken plate and a flash of a red liquid as she went past him. He was probably seeing things. Maybe Nana liked her meat a little rare or something. Nana was a civilian, after all, there was little she could do that was threatening, after all, so she was safe, and...

He swallowed weakly.

Why couldn't he get his hands to stop shaking?

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Contrary to what Nana wanted Reborn did not apologize to Tsuna.

In fact, unlike Reborn's normal routine, he wasn't in the Sawada Residence that night. Nor at breakfast.

Dino noticed this after he retreated to bed, but it was more evident at the breakfast table, where instead of Tsuna putting out the dishes, Nana did so with a loud clatter. Her smile was still cold and although she made note of Reborn absence from the residence, that didn't stop her from trying to interrogate Dino at the breakfast table. Tsuna was no help to him, simply picking up his own breakfast plate from his mother and retreating to his room.

The only back-up Dino had was his right-hand man who was sitting behind him, but even that wasn't enough to stop his hands from shaking again.

Dino knew Nana was a civilian, but something about her was causing every single one of his senses to tell him to run. Something about her was dangerous even though he knew better and it was creeping him the hell out. If he could get his legs to stop shaking he might have excused himself, but something about the look in her eyes freezes him in place.

He ignored the voice in the back of his mind that says it because he's afraid of turning his back to her.

Instead, he simply goes through breakfast trying to eat as quickly as possible and answer as truthfully as he could.

Don't lie, the voice tells him. Or she'll know.

Shallowing his food, Dino goes over what he knows about the Sawada Residence, trying fruitlessly to remember if Nana's profile had sent up any flags when he completed the background check, but even he combs through what he knows, nothing about her past remotely sound dangerous. Her last job before she had been married had been a secretary for god sake. Why was he so scared?

And why is the room still so cold?

He shouldn't be cold, he's wearing his jacket.

And he's got to get out of here—

"Please stop Kaa-san," Another voice says cutting through Dino's fear. "Dino-nii isn't responsible for Reborn," Tsuna tells her appearing from behind him. Dino hadn't even noticed his younger brother was back in the room. How had he managed that? Had he really been that distracted by Nana?

Glancing sideways at Romario he sends him look, wondering if perhaps his right hand had managed to sense Tsuna, but received a denial. Neither Mafioso had sensed, or seen Tsuna enter the room. Perhaps Tsuna was more gifted then even Reborn knew. Tapping into the power of a daemon was something most people only gained after they reached adulthood. For Tsuna to be already able to use his daemon's traits was promising.

"I wanted to be sure," Nana said, patting Tsuna on the head. "Reborn has yet to apologize after all...and it wouldn't do if something happened to him before he talked to you."  She said turning back to her plate.

And yet, something about she said that made goosebumps appear on Dino's skin. Was this really the same person who had warmly welcomed him into the house the day before? Her whole presence was like a completely different person.

"Are you alright?" Tsuna says coming up to Dino. He leans forward, tilting his head, looking concerned. "Kaa-san can be a little...intense when she's upset."  Natsu is sitting on his right shoulder, while Tsubird is perched on Tsune's head. Both are looking at him rather concerned, for once in complete agreement.

It makes Dino smile.

"Thanks."

"Any time," Tsuna replies. "Any time."

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Finishing off, his report. Reborn hit 'send'.

He'd deal his student in a bit.

For now, he needed to get the Ninth up to speed.

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So I have feelings about bullying. Lots of them, that may or may not be seen here. Tsuna has been through some pretty terrible experiences and Reborn is just adding to Tsuna's grief. I get that KHR is supposed to be comedic, but I take issue with the fact that anyone thinks bullying is okay. It's not. Reborn needs to get his head out of his ass and listen to his student. No means no.

Also, a short chapter is short, and I regret how tiny it is. More than a chapter, this is probably more of an interlude.

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#daemon's fate #katekyo hitman reborn #fanfiction #sawada tsunayoshi #wild card writing #ao3

[chaaensilo]

bitter!tsuna

Life for Sawada Tsunayoshi was lackluster on good days and downright exhausting on worse. Unfortunately, the days where nothing happened, where he went through the motions of life silently, and without interruptions, were short and rare.

See, the thing was Tsuna, or Dame-Tsuna, as many of the people of Namimori had taken to calling him, was bullied for his abysmal failure in many aspects of life.

Teachers marked down his sudden fluctuating attention and poor academic success, and called him out in front of the class. His classmates only laughed and watched with cold eyes, before turning back to their conversations.

Every test his mother received had her sighing in disappointment, and Tsuna always flushed red, both in anger and helplessness.

As twisted as it is, Tsuna found some humor in how she called him Dame-Tsuna just like everyone else. Like she was reminding the both of them that Tsuna was lacking as a student and as a human being. With the casual way she uttered the derogatory name, it wasn’t hard to see that she didn’t think any more highly of her own son than other people.

Talking to Iemitsu was not unlike talking to a brick wall... Actually, comparing the two would be insulting to brick walls.

‘Conversations’ with Iemitsu rarely lasted longer than 2 minutes, because it was just so one-sided. Tsuna had long since given up trying to have meaningful moments with someone who bulldozed the conversation then ran it over a couple of times more till it was just a pile of drudge on the pavement.   

Tsuna lays in bed and no longer awaits the arrival of tomorrow at the age of 8.

Sometimes, Tsuna just wants to give up and stay home, and rot in his misery, but too many things stop him.

(Tsuna wished he could push the pain down down down, of ending it all. More often than not, he thinks of how much easier it is to just sink like a rock in the bathtub; how easy it is to walk into the path of an oncoming car; how easy it is to die. But Tsuna never goes through with it.

Sometimes, Tsuna thinks of how much easier it would be if he could pretend, like Yamamoto-san, who laughed, and played the fool amongst his teammates, or be so overwhelmingly strong, like Hibari-san, who had the power to silence those who refused to obey, or be like Ryohei, allowing everything to go over his head and only focus on one thing.

Then maybe things wouldn’t hurt as much.)

So Tsuna just sighs, and gets out of the bathtub, obediently waits for the light to change, puts back all the cutlery, and shudders at the thought of Hibari-san, who would immediately come after Tsuna, hellbent on ‘biting an herbivore who did not know his place’, all the while putting a lid on his thoughts of deathpainhelpme and shoving the ever growing jar away.

But Tsuna had known it wasn’t always so, when his voice was heard and heeded; where his reflexes and intelligence had shined and placed him a cut above others. When he’d lay in bed, trying to think of better times, it would be, his brain supplied, a long, long time ago, back when there was still a happy couple of two, and their child of sharp wit and good senses.

Tsuna instinctively knew what went wrong, but at the same time, the exact cause escaped his grasp. But he knew it was caused by a man-or was it two?- he could not remember. Strangely enough, his fifth birthday and the days after them seemed a little murkier than most of the other memories.

Traumablockedtraumablockeddon’tdigdon’tdig, his mind yelled at him. But why, he shouted back. But there was only silence. Too much of this one-sided bantering between Tsuna and the tiny voice in his head had long since wore Tsuna out, especially when it left far more questions with answers than Tsuna could handle.

So Tsuna would, like everything else, push it to the side where it festered silently, and concentrated on surviving.

But anyways, with years of constant monotone routine, one develops a need to learn to block out barbed words, the looks of disdain from everyone in town, or else they would have long since jumped off the edge metaphorically and literally.

And so Tsuna grew up to be a tired, weary fourteen years old, with eyes older than they had the right to be

Then, Reborn, a seemingly lost baby dressed to impress with a full black suit and a chameleon perched on a matching fedora, appeared on the other side of their door, and introduced himself as the new live-in-tutor.

Tsuna is introduced to a new, dangerous world of Mafia, flames, and Families, with generations-old blood ties that bind the helpless to a bloody throne upon thousands of bodies.

Then Tsuna gets shot in the head at point blank range. 

The first thing he notices when he wakes up is his surrounding has shifted. Horrified eyes look around and Tsuna... God, everything seems so much louder, brighter, different, and how did he not notice this? 

For years he had lived without this?

His sight, the colors are so brightdazzlingstopitblindingits s e a r i n g, 

the white noises becoming a wave of sounds and ithurtsstopstopstOPSTOPeverythingiswhiteandblackandgrey and he f a d e s o u t.

When he wakes up, Reborn is nowhere in his room. 

That’s good. Spectacular even, because if Tsuna sees hair or hide of The Greatest Hitman in the World in his territory, he’s going to rip the invader apart, and relish in it.

He wants to rage and scream that this- his flames that were essentially him- shouldn't have been held as a hostage when it rightfully belonged to him. It should have never been a hostage for this terrible future: boss to the most powerful Famiglia at the age of just fourteen.

Two very selfish men never asked and just took away a large part of Tsuna, and now at fourteen, Tsuna's forced to accept a decision that will damn him for eternity because family always come first, isn’t that right DAmETsUkkNaUNFisHiE?

He hates and hates and hates them- familyMafiaFamilyVongolaVongolaVongolaVongola- all so much. Then he plans, because the way to hell is paved with good intentions, and if he's going to be damned, Tsuna has to die after bringing everyone else down with him.

#khr #sawada tsunayoshi #bitter!tsuna au

[sanjuno]

This started as a joke, but Dragon!Skies 😅

(Ideas of March Prompt Fill 9/15)

It was impossible to hide a Sky when they manifested, given the way they were immediately encased in an indestructible crystalline eggshell that glittered and shone with a thousand shades of the Rainbow. There was some debate, in the Alliance, over which Sky had cracked their shell at the youngest age. Xanxus di Vongola had already manifested and learned how to control his Flames when he was taken in off the streets at eight. Still, some of the Giglio Nero Donna’s had Manifested that young too. Reborn glared at the pathetic excuse for a personality profile Bakamitsu had dropped into his hands and wondered what the gossips would say if they learned the Young Lion’s spawn had cracked his shell at four.

/…/

Reborn had not quite known what to expect when he arrived in Namimori to teach Sawada Tsunayoshi the laws and customs of his father’s culture so that the boy could take his place as the Vongola Heir. The CEDEF report had listed Tsuna as easily distracted, high-strung, shy, and constantly anxious. Whatever Reborn had thought to expect, it was nothing like this.

A young Misty Cloud was snarling at him, with a smallish army of lesser Flames following his lead. The Sky Reborn had come here to teach was all-but smothered in the arms of two girls, a Sunny Mist and a Misty Lightning respectively. Just in front of the huddle a Misty Rain bounced a sword against his shoulder, smiling like a natural hitman, and a Misty Sun cracked his wrapped knuckles with a shining grin, both with hints of Lightning crackling through them. Behind the main cluster a Stormy Cloud stood with her feet planted and arms crossed, scowl firmly on her face. She was the only one bound directly to the Sky without a hint of Mist in her.

This was bad. Reborn was no good with unanchored Mist-magnets. Although he was going to look into what had made his new student so determined to hide from reality, that would have to wait. Right now Reborn needed a way to get his new student to focus without drifting back into the Dreaming a Sky with too many Mists was prone to.

What to do?

Hm. Perhaps Reborn should try going the traditional route. The Japanese liked tradition, right?

Now, who did Reborn know that would be a shiny enough distraction for a Sky of Tsuna’s potential strength?

… Ah. Yes, that would do nicely.

/…/

At first Reborn had debated dropping the bait in front of Tsuna in class, but as hilarious as that might have been at another time, nothing Tsuna had done so far was in any way predictable. As much as Reborn was enjoying both the chaos that followed his new student and the challenge of figuring out Namimori’s secrets, Reborn would never risk actually breaking Omertà.

So Reborn decided to do some creative editing with his first idea and rewrote the scene he had initially had in mind for maximum effect.

/…/

At first Tsuna had no idea what to make of his new home tutor. Reborn was tiny as an infant but was actually older than Tsuna’s parents and the first thing Reborn had tried to do was shoot him in the head and if Kyouya-sempai had been even a little bit slower… 

Reborn insisted that the bullets would not have killed him, but Tsuna really, really did not want to be shot even non-fatally by someone who was visibly plotting messy murder every time Tsuna’s dad came up in the conversation. Sure, Reborn was better about treating Tsuna fairly now that they had gotten to know each other a bit better, but Tsuna still could not shake the feeling that if Tsuna had been a disappointing student Reborn would have taken his dislike for Iemitsu out of Tsuna’s hide. What was strange, and also worrisome, to consider was that Reborn was apparently here as a favour for Tsuna’s father. Why Reborn was doing favours for a man he visibly and verbally disdained was a question Tsuna was not certain he wanted answered.

If Tsuna got too nosy then Reborn might stop being polite about Tsuna’s secrets, and Tsuna’s secrets were not just about him. So Tsuna was content to let the unspoken truce hold.

“Let’s go, Tsuna.” Reborn toddled cheerfully towards the park, and Tsuna felt a sudden chill when he realized that all of his treasures were nowhere nearby. “We have a meeting.”

“Wait, Reborn!” Someone only less than two feet tall should not be capable of dragging four times their bodyweight down the street. This was unfair. Tsuna squeaked as he tripped and scrambled to stay upright. “What meeting?”

“A personal meeting.” Dark eyes gleamed from under the shade of his fedora, and Reborn smirked before letting Tsuna go. “Watch and learn something, Dame-Tsuna.”

/…/

There was a slim figure lounging in the shade of a sakura tree, dapples of light catching on silver chains and coloured stones. “Reborn.”

“Smoking Bomb.” Reborn hopped down off Tsuna’s shoulder to approach the younger hitman. Normally Reborn liked to work his students into a frenzy first to teach them how to think through their initial instinct to panic, but Tsuna was the type to need plain statements. So while the idea all but gave Reborn hives, he was going to show his silly student that someone Tsuna’s own age could earn and keep respect in their world before he started training Tsuna to fight. “You made good time.”

“You made me an offer worthy of a little extra effort.” Stepping out into the light, the explosive expert’s narrowed green eyes raked over Tsuna with clear interest. “A new student?”

“You see now why I asked for speed.” Reborn hid his triumph as the bomber hummed absently and handed over the information Reborn had asked him to gather. Pulling the strings to get Shamal’s protege to come to Namimori personally had been worth it, especially since Reborn had taken the calculated risk of not mentioning he was tutoring a Sky. Smoking Bomb was clearly interested in Tsuna despite managing to stay professional. That was almost secondary to the report the younger hitman had put together on the state of the Alliance and and a bluntly analytical profile on Sawada Iemitsu. This was the kind of report Reborn had been expecting from the CEDEF. “Hm. You do good work, Smoking Bomb. The money will be in your account by tonight, and I will ask my daughter if she would like to meet with your sister.”

“It’s appreciated, Reborn.” Business concluded, there was no reason to linger and every reason to leave, but the silver haired teen hesitated, just as Reborn had expected. The silence stretched just a bit to long as Smoking Bomb stared at Reborn’s student with intent eyes. Finally, the younger hitman shook his head. “Name’s Gokudera Hayato, called the Smoking Bomb. I work freelance, so if you need a job done Reborn can put you in touch with me. Ciao.”

Inclining his head in a quick acknowledgement, the silver haired teen moved to depart before he embarrassed himself. Reborn saw the regret sear itself across Tsuna’s face and took the shot.

Bang!

Gokudera whirled around, face slack with horror as the Sky crumpled.

One knee on the ground, Tsuna’s hand closed around the bomber’s wrist. Gokudera froze in place, arms still out to catch the other boy. 

Reborn peered up at his student in confusion. Tsuna had been oddly quiet since the first time Gokudera had spoken, and now that he had finally managed to hit Tsuna with the special bullet Reborn had been expecting more in the way of ardent declarations. There were no Flames, and Tsuna’s clothes had remained intact. Instead of Hyper Dying Will mode, Tsuna was giving off the impression of a sealed pot set to boil, building pressure that was about to…

BOOM!!

… explode. On his back in the bushes several meters from where he had been standing, Reborn blinked rapidly as his ears rang in the aftermath of Tsuna going up like a small atom bomb made of Flames. Ow.

/…/

Mine. 

Rusted chains falling away, too-small cage finally broken open. 

Mine.

Free for the first time since his father and the old man had tried to damp his inner fire.

Mine.

His heart beating all out of rhythm as he scrambled to catch the fragile treasure fallen into his grasp without causing damage. Something precious and unique, old hurts gleaming silver and gold where the scars had healed over.

“Mine.” Tsuna curled in on himself, wanting to gather his new treasure close but terrified of sending shattered pieces scattering into dust. “Please?”

Sprawled out in the gentle cradle of Tsuna’s paws, Gokudera was a crimson opal, fractals of violet-blue-green-gold flaring in brilliant colour against the amber of Tsuna’s claws. “… Eh?”

“Please?” A whine was building in Tsuna’s throat. How was he supposed to ask? His other treasures had always been his. They had helped Tsuna chip away at the fetters his father had laid on Tsuna’s inner fire. They had been there to help despite Tsuna being crippled and weak. He was supposed to defend his hoard, but they defended Tsuna too. Tsuna had the best hoard, and he had never before considered wanting more but… “Mine.”

“… my Sky is a UMA?” Pale, scarred fingers pressing against Tsuna’s muzzle, patting gently like his pretty treasure thought Tsuna might reject the touch. The silver haired teen was mumbling in strange tongues even as he relaxed into the Harmony Tsuna offered, touch growing more sure as Tsuna pulled Gokudera closer. 

Rumbling happily, Tsuna coiled up around the newest member of his hoard and simply basked smugly in his triumph. Tsuna had the best hoard. He bet nobody else had a treasure with five colours. Ha!

/…/

Up a nearby tree and not planning to climb down any time soon, Reborn stared in utter shock as the giant supernatural lizard that was supposed to be his student cuddled the Hurricane of Flames most of the gossip painted as too complicated to ever properly bond. Well, Tsuna was happily proving them wrong, even if he did currently look like something that belonged in an illuminated book of fairy tales.

Sure, Skies hatched from eggs when they woke their Flames and they were jealous of their Guardian’s attention and tended to collect large amounts of wealth, but… yeah. Never mind, Reborn was not even convincing himself that this was impossible.

What the hell had caused the transformation though? Reborn had shot other Skies with the special bullets, and none of them had physically transformed into dragons. What was different about Tsuna? What the fuck else had Bakamitsu left out of his report?

/…/

Half a world away, an old man ruled his Family with a kind smile and an iron Will. He hoped Reborn took to young Tsunayoshi. While it was regrettable that he had needed to Seal the child back then, at the time it had been for the greater good of the Family. A Sky that pure and that strong would have attracted too much attention and destabilized the succession. The situation with Xanxus had been bad enough, and he as still dealing with the fallout from the public backlash of claiming the boy even years later. 

Still, Reborn would be able to teach Tsunayoshi enough to get by as the new Heir despite the Seal. It was a moot point anyway. Hyper Dying Will mode would break the Seal on Tsunayoshi’s Flames, and Reborn would be able to claim the credit for the boy’s eventual strength.

After all, the only ones who knew Tsunayoshi had woken his Flames once before were Iemitsu and himself, and Iemitsu knew better than to spread that information around. Sealed or latent, who would be able to tell after Tsunayoshi was Active without knowing that little fact? It would all work out for the better this way.

/…/

Under the Iron Fort, a glacier strung with chains sat in the centre of the darkened catacombs. The ice shuddered, cracked.

Shattered. 

Ice vanished into steam as a nightmare of blood-amber scales unfurled massive wings with a scream of enraged triumph.

=/=

So it turns out that sealing an Active Sky equals dragons when the seal goes away! The More You Know.

Welcome to the Godzilla Threshold, Timoteo. *blows kisses*

#Sanjuno's ficwork #ideas of march #KHR Fanfic #Sky Flames are Dragons #It's a bit like Cats Paws only with more collateral damage to the world at large #Reborn the Sun Arcobaleno #Sawada Tsunayoshi #Gokudera Hayato #The Ring Battles are going to be an EVENT in this verse #I can tell that already

[mafiabosstsuna]

Prompt 6: Reborn’s on a mission when he hears about enemy’s plan and immediately contacts Dino.

Reborn was sitting on the chair in the lobby of the hotel, drinking espresso. His dark eyes stared from one person to another, taking every bit of information in. Leon was comfortably sitting on armrest before it perked by familiar presence that walked their way. Reborn raised his head and looked at Dino.

“She’s resting…” Dino spoke and sat in front of his former tutor.

“Why didn’t you say anything once I got back?” Reborn asked instead. He lowered his espresso, but still held it. Without missing the flinch, his gaze hardened. “If I knew, everything would be different.”

“I know,” Dino hissed and leaned forward, Reborn’s eyes narrowing at his tone. He didn’t like it. “Once we decided to marry for real, I wanted to introduce you two, but you were already gone. I wanted to tell you, but Nono said you already went on a mission.”

“You had many occasions before and after.”

“I couldn't before for her safety. She was civilian, who knew of mafia and you know what happens to those. I couldn’t after the incident since that was when you came back. I had no idea you were gone on a long mission.” Dino averted his gaze, eyes showing pain and regret. “After you came it was already too late and I doubt you would leave mission and come back just for me.” He scowled and Reborn held back every bit of himself to not smack his head onto table in front of everyone.

How easily he could see through him.

“You should know better.” Reborn’s voice held that of compassion and kindness. “At that time you were my student and my responsibility. How do you think I felt when I saw [Name] by your side and you introduced her as your wife? And then finding out that during the mission I was on, you got married only for your wife to end in an accident? I found that all mere few days apart.”

Dino flinched and looked at his feet. Guilt spread in his chest.

“You’re an idiot, Dino.” Reborn didn’t hesitate to speak his mind. “But don’t ever doubt my loyalty for my students. I care for you as much as I care for Tsuna.”

“I know…” Dino whispered, his voice that of the man giving up. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize for something so small.” The hitman sighed and put espresso on table between them. His eyes were closed before he opened them and looked at his former student. “I’m going on a mission for a month.”

Dino raised his head and looked at Reborn with wide eyes, but gave a solemn nod right after. “Need anything?” he asked.

Reborn shook with head. “If there’s anything I need, I’ll call.”

It was supposed to be an easy mission, they said. You won’t need to shoot anyone, they said. How Reborn cursed every living soul he knew all while trying to avoid the bullets that barely missed his head. Again. No, Reborn had enough of this. Screw mission, he is going all out and be damned everything else.

But the moment he got rid of everyone—well at least those that were shooting at him—he found himself in the back alley of Verona, right behind two men already talking business. He scowled at their ignorance and how idiotic they looked to not notice him as he stood right behind them. He turned around, ready to walk away, but stopped when he heard a name.

“How do you even plan to get Dino, when he’s got all those bodyguards on him?” The man hissed. “Not to mention he’s in fucking Japan, you jackass.”

Reborn found him rather appalling. He wore a dark brown suit, half of his left face burnt — seeming it was from years ago, Reborn didn’t care — and grey hair combed back like he was licked by cow. Literally.

“What did boss do years ago, huh?” The other scowled like the man dared to second-guess their boss. “Of course we’ll go after his precious [Name].”

Reborn perked up an eyebrow. The other man was younger, wearing a black suit with his hair still dark and messy. He had a scar over his lips in the right corner, otherwise his face was untouched.

“Won’t she be even more guarded after that idiot failed?” The older man looked confused. “Even Reborn’s in Japan. It’ll be impossible.”

So they know about that failed attempt as well. Reborn found whole situation funny. Here he was, thousands miles away from Japan and he heard someone talk about his student. Everyone knew, no one got alive out of the mess when Reborn was involved.

“The man was supposed to fail.” The younger sighed, feeling idiotic enough to stand by the older man’s side. “Boss wanted to see how long it will take Cavallone to react.”

And like all pieces got together, the old man’s eyes widened as a smirk spread over Reborn’s lips.

“So what does the boss have against Cavallone?”

“They’ve been enemies for decades if not longer. Their father’s clashed and the old Cavallone shot previous boss. You think his son would lay in peace while Cavallone’s happy?” The young man snarled. “He killed his family. It’s only fair to go for what he cherishes.”

“Oh?”

Reborn loaded the gun.

The two men froze and slowly turned around. Their rather bright eyes widened at the realization that one and only hitman, they talked about not too long ago, was now standing behind them. Before either could pull out the gun, Reborn shot them in shoulders. They reached for their shoulders, holding them as they groaned, glaring at the baby now in front of them.

“Why don’t you tell me more about this plan you’re so loudly talking about?”

Dino was sitting on a chair beside the bed and watched your peaceful expression. His hands were tightly gripping his knees, knuckles turning white, but relaxed when he spotted your chest rise and fall slowly. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He hated seeing you in pain.

It has been two weeks since Reborn left on his mission. He talked with Tsuna about their alliance and their future. Everything seemed to be in place. Even though he wasn’t officially the Tenth Boss of Vongola, Nono left some tasks to him.

There were no news of the man or enemy in general. Dino was growing nervous with each day, his thoughts solely on you and on any possible threat he could remember. It hurt him when you apologized. It hurt him when you pulled away when he wanted to hold you close. It hurt him when you remember what he never wanted you to remember. But what hurt the most was that he couldn’t take your pain away. He wanted to see you smile and laugh.

“Boss,” Romario walked inside. His footsteps were silent and a most unnoticeable if it weren’t for the silence.

Dino opened his eyes and turned to Romario.

“Reborn-san…” He hesitated. Shuffling on his feet he looked away for a moment, but quickly back. “Reborn-san found the lead both on abduction three years ago and the man from few days that slipped through our fingers.”

Dino was on his feet and rushed out of the room after telling Bono and Ivan to keep an eye on his wife. He ran down the stairs, completely ignoring Rosario’s calls to slow down.

Once in hallway, Dino saw Tsuna and Reborn, both with serious expressions. “What do you have?” He went straight to the point.

Tsuna glanced at Reborn. “Why don’t you and [Name]-san come to my house?” He turned back to Dino and smiled warmly. “We can talk there without anyone disturbing us. And if there’s an attack, more can protect her.”

Dino narrowed his eyebrows, but nodded once he looked at Romario. “I’m sorry, Tsuna.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. We’re family.”

#Dino Cavallone #KHR scenarios #admin Lambo

[jsmlwriter]

Halo Haze Re

Summary: Unexpected was an understatement. Tsuna's plans for his life hadn't included a strange baby, getting shot or ending up in boxers. Loudly asking Kyoko-chan on a date was totally off the agenda and so was promptly fainting afterwards.

Each time Tsuna uses his dying will flames, he passes out and sees a horrific future...one where his family and friends are dead, he’s cursed to wear an orange pacifier, and he finds a tall, dark, zombie man with curly sideburns who’s wrapped in a dark cloak, bandages and piercing chains.

Author's note: Names of a Japanese origin will be presented (Surname, Personal name). Otherwise, they will be normally written (Personal name, Surname).

Target 001

Sawada Tsunayoshi was not an ambitious individual. He had not created an outline of his future life. He had no plans to achieve anything other than survive school at the moment. Tsunayoshi was a no-good loser and everyone knew it. He knew it. His Kaa-chan, Nana, knew it. His entire school and community knew it. Despite his uselessness, Tsuna like to have some kind semblance of a routine in his life. Wake up. Go to school. Fail classes. Fail sports. Get picked on. Stay after everyone else left to clean. Play games. Avoid homework. Sleep. Or something similar. His life was relatively simple. Curve balls were not welcome. His life did not need a-

"HOME TUTOR!?"

"Hai!" Nana affirmed, showing the young teen the unfolded piece of paper. "There was an interesting flyer in the mailbox." She turned it around and read it out loud. "I will raise your kid to be the new leader of the next generation. Grade and subject doesn't matter. Reborn." She beamed. "Isn't it great? I've never seen a promotion like this before."

He got up off of the floor of his room where he'd been laying and reading comics and stood up, facing her in disbelief. "It smells like a scam!" Tsuna shrieked. Who sends out shady stuff like that anyway? Schools like that don't just send out tutors to anyone, especially loser people like him. Tsuna inwardly grumbled. Now Kaa-chan would spend the rest of the week pestering Tsuna about the delusional so-called home tutor. Stupid scam flyer. How'd they get Tsuna's information anyway? He couldn't recall sending any letters or reports to anyone and there'd been no exams for something like this at school lately.

"It's probably a tutor from a professional business school for young men," his mother continued, lost in her own thoughts now. "I've wanted a teacher like this for you."

"Don't create your own image of him!" he huffed, turning away before facing towards her again with insistence. "I refuse to have a tutor, okay! I'm not good at anything I do anyway!"

"Ciaossu."

Tsuna and Nana simultaneously glanced down, where the small voice had come from. Among the mess of CD cases, candy wrappers and gaming accessories, there was a baby standing in the middle of his bedroom. He was small, adorned in an all black suit and black boots, wearing a black fedora with a thick orange stripe running across the sides of the cone. The infant had black spiky hair and curly sideburns and wore a sun yellow pacifier around his neck. And was that a chameleon on the brim of the hat? The baby carried a brief case with him and he looked foreign.

Ano...

"I arrived three hours early but as a service, I'll evaluate you now," the baby announced. Tsuna blinked in confusion. What was this kid talking about? And the way he spoke didn't sound like a normal baby.

Nana put her hands on her knees to get a better look at their sudden guest. "Hey, whose kid are you?" she inquired softly.

The kid looked at her with bright eyes and a small smile, giving her his full attention. "Hm? I'm Reborn, the home tutor." Talk about coincidental timing.

Tsuna choked back his laughter and Nana smiled in amusement.

"I was wondering what kind of person created that crappy flyer," Tsuna lightly mocked. "It's this baby!?"

The baby glanced at him. "So you're Tsuna."

Tsuna's laughter was no longer contained. "I'm sorry but there's nothing I can learn from you!"

A boulder seemed to knock into Tsuna's stomach. The baby's foot?! Caught off guard and completely winded from the sheer force of the blow, Tsuna gasped. His legs no longer supported his body and he tumbled to the floor. The next thing he knew, Tsuna's arm was being pinned behind his now arched back. Just who was this baby? Kaa-chan looked at the visitor in surprise.

"Let's get started. This is Tsuna's room, right?" Reborn prompted. Nana nodded, getting over her shock rather quickly. "Very good. I am going to evaluate my new student and get acquainted with him."

Nana hummed in delight, happy that her son was receiving much needed help now and left the boys on their own in the room.

As soon as Nana left, the baby let go of Tsuna and let an unforgiving gravity pull him back down to the ground. Tsuna's head smashed into the floor, granting him starred vision. "I-iteee," he moaned. He pushed himself off the floor and knelt down shaking the dizziness away. "What was that?" This kid didn't have normal strength but he was still a kid. Was Tsuna that weak? That it only took a baby to defeat him? The thought was kind of depressing. Tsuna blinked and then looked up in irritation, ready to confront the little devil.

Zzzzz.

No way. The baby was asleep already?! Was that even possible? The boy's irritation grew. "Hey, wake up!" Tsuna snapped, shaking the small figure awake. "I won't forgive you just because you're a baby!" A small hand shot out and grabbed Tsuna's tie. Huh? Suddenly, it was whipped around and tightly yanked at his neck. Tsuna flew backwards into the ground again. As he sat up, the world was spinning and a dull ache coursing through his body. What is this kid?!

"I have no openings," the baby stated while Tsuna regained his bearings. "My true line of work is assassination." The baby snapped open the brief case and in a few seconds assembled a gun. Reborn smirked at Tsuna. "My real job is to make you a mafia boss." Assassination? Tsuna's head was still reeling. And Tsuna was a maf- Hiiieee?

"Wha...?! A MAFIA BOSS?" Tsuna cried.

Surreal needed a new definition.

"I was assigned by a certain man to train you to become an astounding mafia boss," the baby explained, unaffected by Tsuna's blatant freak out. "The method by which your training will occur is left up to me." Was this baby's head okay?

"Hey just a minute!" Tsuna blurted. "How old are you supposed to be anyway?"

"Right now, I am perceived to be five years of age."

Tsuna frowned. "You look like you're two."

Click. Reborn aimed the gun at Tsuna's head. "Should I shoot you once?"

"Wha- HEY! Is that thing real?!"

"Very," confirmed Reborn. Tsuna kind of doubted that.

"Yeah well, I don't get any of this mafia story you're talking about. Just who's idea was it to send you over here and say all of these things?" Perhaps someone had paid this kid to do all of this as a joke. Some people had a very twisted sense of humor.

"You are heir to the Vongola famiglia, the largest family organization in Italy." Out of nowhere, Reborn produced a piece of paper that showed some sort of family lineage. The gun-wielding kid pointed to a name towards the top. Tsuna couldn't read it, it wasn't in kanji. "This is Giotto, Vongola Primo, the founder of Vongola. Only his descendants are valid candidates to take over as head of the famiglia." Reborn moved his finger towards the bottom of the page where Tsuna's own name stood out to him. "You are the great-great-great-grandson of Vongola Primo, making you eligible to become the next Vongola boss. The other three candidates died, leaving you as the final candidate."

"But I don't want to be a mafia boss," Tsuna protested.

Reborn ignored him. "With my customized training program, even a no-good student like you will become a boss with the potential to lead the Vongola to greatness. Your training begins-"

~Grumble~

Reborn's stomach interrupted his speech.

"-at another time. Later!" With that, Reborn spun around and marched out of Tsuna's room, closing the door behind him.

Tsuna collapsed backwards, aghast with the sudden information thrown at him. Just what in the world?

Decimo...a single voice whispered in his head. It spoke to him as if it were one of his own conjured thoughts, without any male or female identity. Deh...chi...moh...Decimo ka?

And then, without warning, as if someone had decided to grind his head between two rocks, pain and pressure wrung through every nerve in his brain and poured through each vessel of his bloodstream. His room twisted and warped. Blinding light filled his vision and a sensation of burning heat pressed against his chest. Tsuna felt as if an electric shot of a million volts had were zapping through him. He opened his mouth to cry out but his voice jammed in his throat and his airways clogged. The blinding light faded to a void of black. Empty, energy sucking darkness.

Decimo...Decimo...Juudaime!...Brat...Vongola...Bossu...Dame-Tsuna...TRASH!...Boss!...Tsunayoshi-kun...Decimo! Decimo! DECIMO!

Gone.

The pain and pressure were suddenly absent. The voices in his head vanished with a faint echo. His vision cleared and the world had righted itself. Tsuna's hands were clenching knotted sections of his naturally gravity defying hair and he was lying on the ground, breathing heavily. There was something digging into shoulder blade. Probably his gaming controller, left on the floor, and he took no notice of it. He laid there, wondering what had just happened. He didn't know what to make of any of that, of what to think or do next. The remaining fogged darkness in his mind dispersed and he closed his eyes as his next thoughts crept into his head of their own volition.

I was assigned by a certain man ('Nono' something extra supplied) to train you to become an astounding mafia boss...

Reborn's earlier explanation echoed in Tsuna's mind and oddly, it felt like Tsuna had heard it before. To say Sawada Tsunayoshi was beginning to panic was putting it lightly. In less than an hour, his day had turned completely weird and he never wanted to experience that kind of pain again. He continued to lay on the ground, not knowing for how long, breathing in and out, in and out. Doing any homework now was out of the question. He didn't even feel up to playing some games or listening to music.

Tsuna decided he needed some air.

He pushed himself up with relative ease and left his room.

He headed down the stairs to go outside and clear his head from this entire...day. "Kaa-chan, I'm headed out," he called.

"Tsuna, what about dinner?" Nana offered.

"I don't want it," said Tsuna. "I'm going to eat out so can I have some money?" He reached the bottom of the stairs. "And about that tutor..." he looked at the kitchen and stopped. Eh?

Reborn was sitting at the table, enjoying a meal prepared by Nana. His mother smiled cheerfully. "Reborn-kun's contract states that he'll be living here until your grades go up."

HIIIIEEEE?!

"Eh, why are you following me? Don't you have to go to grade school?"

Tsuna was walking down the street, hands in pockets and feeling put out that this so called home tutor was trailing after him.

"Assassins don't go to grade school," Reborn stated simply as if it were common logic.

"Tch, quit the assassin act already," Tsuna grumbled. An unbidden image of Reborn in a costume disguise that nobody else could see through flashed in his mind. Reborn, in black graduate robes, solving a seemingly impossible math problem. Tsuna paused and blinked. A quiet voice, similar to Reborn's, echoed in his mind, introducing himself as Riboyama-sensei. Tsuna glanced down at Reborn with an odd look. Had he met this kid before?

"Tsuna?" Reborn inquired, noticing the odd look. Tsuna opened his mouth to say something but a figure with short golden brown hair caught his eye. His brain ceased all logical thought. Immediately, he dashed off behind a nearby corner, in terror. Reborn gave him a questioning look and turned to see what had scared his newly appointed student off. To Tsuna's chagrin, he made no effort to hide. A young girl, Tsuna's age approached him. The girl, Sasagawa Kyoko, noticed the infant and crouched down to address with the adorable figure.

"Ciaossu," Reborn greeted.

"Kawai! How cute," gushed Kyoko. Tsuna's mouth dropped open with a silent gasp of disbelief as the two began interacting. "Why are you wearing a suit?" she asked.

"Because I'm in the mafia."

Tsuna sweat dropped for the both of them. Seriously? Reborn decided to say that? A haze of new thoughts suddenly entered his brain.

"Cause I'm a hitman."

"Hey, Reborn! Don't say such things in the middle of the day!" he protested. SLAP! A girl from another school...Haru...pain...confusion...annoyance...

"What are you teaching him!? An assassination technique!? Babies are angels with pure white hearts!"

Anger...fear...misunderstanding...more pain...

Tsuna shook the scene away. Was that a...memory? It certainly felt like it, like a deja vu again but he couldn't recall anyone he knew named...Haru?

Miura Haru. He didn't know how he knew that, but he did.

"Waaah," Kyoko-chan exclaimed. "How cool!"

Tsuna felt his heart drop. Wha-! He couldn't tell whether her response had been playing along with the joke or she actually believed him. Either way thought, the popular Sasagawa Kyoko already liked the little brat.

Kyoko gave Reborn a beaming smile and stood up, heading off. "Well good luck," she said with a small wave. "Bye bye."

"Ciao ciao." Reborn responded.

When Tsuna had decided he needed some air earlier, this was definitely not what he'd been planning. The self-proclaimed hitman turned to him with a glint of something (bad, bad, run away! his thoughts supplied) in his eyes. Reborn smirked.

"You have a crush on that girl, don't you Tsuna?"

"That's not any of your business!" Tsuna denied. Just how did the kid know how he felt towards Kyoko?

"I've mastered the art of mind reading," supplied Reborn.

Wait, what?! He hadn't said that out loud. Tsuna was feeling an edge of frustration seep into his mood. "That's enough, alright? Just leave me alone," he yelled.

"No."

PAIN! His body was forced to be spun around. His arm was twisted and wrenched back behind him. Unwelcome tears filled the corners of his eyes. "I-ta ta ta-ah-ow-ow OW! I give! I give!" he shrieked. His arm was immediately let go and Tsuna stepped away from the satanic hitman in apprehension, rubbing his now sore shoulder and arm. The guy was definitely not a normal baby.

"Have you confessed your feelings to the girl yet?" the hitman prompted not so innocently.

"No, of course not!" Tsuna admitted.

"Why not?"

Tsuna didn't want to go into a whole explanation for the kid but he relented. "Kyoko-chan is our school's idol. A loser like me isn't even her league. Telling her how I feel would be useless."

The home tutor cocked his head to the left. "That kind of thinking is so pathetic it's fantastic. You really are a Dame-Tsuna."

"Hey," Aside from the insult, "how do you know that nickname?"

"Gathering information is a basic skill. Now go confess your feelings to her."

Tsuna frowned. Didn't this baby get it? "No way, that's too scary and she'd never say yes."

Reborn tilted the brim of his fedora down. "Then it looks like it's finally time," he said cryptically.

"Huh?" Time? Time for what?"

Suddenly, the point of a real looking gun was pointed at his face. Click. Tsuna's mind wiped blank and overwhelming feelings of trepidation, terror and excitement settled in his chest.

Come die in an instant. A well known infant with a sadistic sense of humor.

Come die in an instant. An unfamiliar man in a suit and fedora with a strangely recognizable aura.

Come die in an instant. Reborn. Vongola. Flames. Dying will. His dying will. Death. His death. The future...? Reborn!

"Die." Reborn chirped.

Dread. "Huh!?" To be fair, that was the only comprehensible response Tsuna could choke out at that moment.

"H-hey, that's a toy, r-right?" You know it's not, it whispered.

"Come die in an instant."

Tsuna stumbled back. "Hey..." he mumbled. "W-what are you doing?"

Reborn hesitated only for less than a moment. Something had just happened, he thought, with Tsuna. He pushed the inhibition away. "You'll find out when you die," he said. And pulled the trigger.

The bullet plunged deep into the fore of Tsuna's skull. A light blood splatter flew from the wound while the young teen's eyes widened and he fell, fell, (falling, flying) back, to the ground.

I'm...I'm going to die...I'm parting with the world...

Dead. He's dead. A coffin. The sniper. Blood. Iron. Screaming. Sad. Why were they sad? Death. There was death. Dying. He was dying! Juudaime! No, Boss! TSUNAAA!

His friends. His family. No, he hadn't told them...hadn't told them how-how much he'd miss them...how proud he was of all they had accomplished...that he loved them...that he wanted to protect them...protect them...because he...he needed to do something. He was dying. He should have...should've told them how much they mean to him...with a dying will.

His body ungracefully landed with a soft thud and the world faded to black.

#katekyo hitman reborn #fanfiction #this chapter is still in rough draft form #in need of much editing and a finishing scene #khr #tsuna #reborn #vindice!reborn #arcobaleno!tsuna #post curse of the rainbow arc #time-traveled memories #halo haze re