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I shouldn’t be here.

And I don’t mean that in a situational way I mean it in an existential way. I shouldn’t be in this life. It’s not a feeling that I really have any supporting evidence for which makes it even more uncomfortable.

My name is Inari.

Sawada Inari.

I live in Namimori Japan with my mother and twin brother Tsunayoshi. I have lived here my entire life. But recently I’ve been getting this nagging sensation that this is not where I’m supposed to be.

Somehow, I am an intruder in my own life and there is no cause for this. Mom has never been anything less than a loving and caring parent. Sure, she could be a bit of a ditz sometimes, but she had never given me any indication that I don’t belong with them in this household.

And Tsuna….

Well, Tsuna is clingy. I hardly ever get a moment to myself because Tsuna is always there. My brother is kind of a human disaster I don't really understand how its possible for one person to fail in so many ways. It was honestly somewhat intriguing.

The point is Tsuna doesn’t really have anyone other than me. He doesn’t have any friends. Our teachers are all convinced he’s a hopeless case. Even mom gives him these looks sometimes, like she’s not quite sure what to do with him. Technically, if anyone should feel like they don’t belong it should be Tsuna.

Not that I would wish that on him, I love my disaster brother.

Maybe its just one of those weird teenage thing’s adults keep talking about? Your growing up and your childhood life doesn’t fit quite right anymore? Is that a thing? I feel like I’ve heard someone say that before.

Whatever.

 I don’t really know any other reason why I feel like this.

Anyway, I have more important things to worry about right now.

“Tsuna I swear to god if you stayed up all night reading manga again, I am going to leave your ass here and you can just deal with being late.”

Tsuna proceeded to dispute my accusations by chewing on his pillow and mumbling incomprehensibly.

“I have to be at school in ten minutes for baseball practice. You either have to wake up now or risk getting ‘bitten to death’ by Hibrari when you inevitably turn up to school late.”

Tsuna snores.

I sigh.

“You have sealed your own fate brother. Let it be known that I tried to help you.” I give him a somewhat aggressive smack that apparently, he cannot feel at all through the cushy layers for the duvet.

I don’t even try to be quiet as I gather up my books and gear. If he manages to sleep through all of this, it is his own damn fault. At this point I am pretty sure he willingly ignoring my prodding. He probably thinks that he can get away with skipping out on Nezu’s math test today.

“See ya later bro.”

Mom is already cooking so I don’t put much effort in to being quiet.

“Morning mom.” I greet her with a kiss on the cheek. It makes her smile and laugh. It always does and so I always do it. Things aren’t easy for a ‘single’ mother of two and if there’s even the littlest thing I can do to make things better for her I will.

“Good morning Inari-chan.” She says. “Your lunch is ready on the counter. You have morning practice, right? I packed you some extra.”

Yay, mom’s cooking is literally the best thing ever. “Thanks mom.”

“Is your brother awake?”

“Naw, not for my lack of trying though.”

She sighs.

“I really don’t know what to do with that boy sometimes. Your guidance councilor called yesterday to let me know that he’s failing math and English again.”

Oh Tsuna…

“I try to help him mom but…”

“I know you do sweetie. And it's not your job to do your brothers school work for him. Don’t worry Mama has a plan to fix this.”

She gives him the brightest and most concerning smile.

“Now go and have a great day!”

I resolve not to think to deeply into mom’s plots. Last time she had enrolled the two of us into ballet class to try and help with Tsuna’s balance and coordination issues.

Once I had gotten over the mortification of being in public in a leotard it had been fun, and it had given the opportunity to get to know Hanna better. She was a wonderful source of snark and amusement in my life.

Tsuna had never gotten over the leotard mortification and had resolutely refused to put any effort into the class whatsoever. Somehow the kids at school had gotten wind of our adventures in ballet and they had teased Tsuna endlessly about it.

The guys had tried to get to me too but that would have only worked if I had given a shit about what people thought.

Getting friendly with Hanna had probably helped too.

About halfway to the campus I meet up with Takeshi and we jog the rest of the way together. Or you know race like a couple of teenaged idiots who don’t know how to properly conserve their energy for a long day.

The two of us have been having friendly competitions for too many years now to stop. We had played on the same little league team since we were tiny tots. We have the sacred bond of sharing juice boxes and listening to his dad play weird opera in the car for seven hours as we drove to an away game.
We survived that fucking nightmare camp together.

“Ha victory!” I cheer smacking my hand on the fence a fraction of a second before Takeshi.

“I’ll win next time Sawada.”

Takeshi has this way of smiling that makes me think of a wolf. Sure, it’s a smile, but it’s also a predator showing off his fangs in a very ‘come at me bro’ kind of way. Honestly, I think it's awesome.

“Sure, you will bro. If by next time you mean in your dreams.” I shoot back because I am made of fucking snark and win.

Takeshi laughs, taking it like the good-natured ribbing that it was meant to be, and the two of us head toward the clubhouse.

“There are better things to do if I see you in my dreams Sawada.”

Or not.

“Dude what!”

“Wouldn’t it be more fun if we went on a quest to slay a dragon.”

Oh yeah, I forgot this is Takeshi. He wouldn’t understand innuendo if it came and smacked him in the face with an alligator.

“That would be dope… But speaking of dragons, did you finish up the translations for English?”

The slight stiffening of his spine told be that no, no he did not.

“Oops?” He says, completely unrepentant.

“I’ll help you fill it out at lunch if you help me out with the Japanese poetry nightmare.”

“Deal.”

We seal the deal with a fist bump and proceed to change into our uniforms. We go through the usual laps and stretches and go on to the drills. I play shortstop, Takeshi plays pitcher. Neither of us is on the starting lineup for the team but it's still fun to hang out with everyone.

I had tried to get Tsuna to sign up for the team when registration came around but be had been concerned that it would cut into his all-important relaxation time. Looking back, I probably should have nagged him more. Even if he was only the water boy it would have forced him to come out of his shell a bit more.

We practice for about an hour before coach orders us to hit the showers before we’re late for homeroom.

The water is still freezing.

I’m not exactly sure what had happened to the water heater but one of the upper classmen had mentioned that it had something to do with Hibari and that had been exactly enough information for me to stop wondering about it entirely. I enjoy living too much to get involved with Hibari levels of crazy bullshit.

We jog into class only seconds after the bell. I notice two things right off the bat. One, Mrs. Nakamura is giving me the evil eye, and two, Tsuna isn’t in his seat. I can’t help but feel like part two is somewhat related to part one.

“Mr. Sawada where is your brother?” The tone of her voice makes me think that the word motherfucker is lurking somewhere in that question.
“Bathroom,” I answer immediately because like hell I’m going to call my brother out for playing hooky.

He’ll show up soon eventually anyway.

“Will he be returning from the bathroom this time?”

“Sure, unless he falls down the stairs again.”

She just glares at me. It is so weird. I don’t even think she ever gives Tsuna this much shit and he’s the one who is perpetually late.

It’s the blonde hair, I know it’s the blonde hair. On the first day of class, she called me out for having dyed hair and did not buy it when I told her it was natural. It probably didn’t help that someone suggested that I drop my pants to prove it.

That had been a fun day.

She had hated my guts ever since.

“Take your seat Sawada.” She grinds out and continues with the attendance.

I slide in my seat next to Hana who is busy organizing her pencils into the optimal pencil formation. She had explained it to me once, but it had sounded a lot like an OCD panic attack and so at the time I had simply nodded along and patted her shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting way.

“Your hair is still wet.” She whispers once Mrs. Nakamura leaves the room.

“The hairdryers are still broken.”

She rolls her eyes and pulls out a notebook and jots down a few lines in the section labeled ‘Student Council.’

“I’ll bring it up at the next meeting.”

“I look forward to briefly having hot water and hair dryers before Hibari inevitably destroys them in a fit of psychotic rage again.”

“Ugh, don’t make me think about that brute please.”

“Probably a good idea. I think saying is name is one of the methods of summoning him.”

“He’s not a literal demon Sawada.” Hana says.

“Are you sure? A third-year told me that if you whisper his name three times in front of a mirror he’ll appear and bite you to death.”

“I’m pretty sure that was ripped off from Bloody Mary.”

There are a few more snarky remarks that I could make but at that moment the door flies open and in stumbles Tsuna looking around like a recently escaped fugitive.

“I made it? She’s not here yet?!”

Oh Tsuna, my poor sweet boy.

He sounds so relieved that I don’t have the heart to crush his hopes. However ill-founded they might be.

Lucky, I don’t have to, because Nezu chooses that moment to appear like the creeper he is.

“Sawada, what are you doing out of your seat?” He demands.

“Heee! Sorry!” Tsuna squeals and scampers to his desk.

Which he promptly trips over and faceplants into the linoleum.

I wholehearted ignore Nezu’s demands that I stay in my seat and help my brother to his feet and get him seated in his desk. The rest of the class chuckles but I don’t really give a fuck. I’m not going to leave him when he’s down.

Though judging by the look on his face he wishes that I had. That or he wishes that he had fallen straight through the floor and landed in some alternate dimension where he had managed to take his seat like a normal person.

I realize that I don’t make things any better for him when I’m constantly stepping in and fighting his battles for him. But it would be easier to leave him to his own devices if he had literally any fight in him at all.

“You okay bro?” I ask.

“Ye-yeah I’m fine. Sorry for the trouble.”

I pat him on the shoulder before returning to my desk still pointedly ignoring Nezu’s snide reprimands.

“Since you all seem so lively today, I suppose you won't mine a pop quiz.” He says and begins handing out the completely unsurprising pop quiz.

Can it even be considered a pop quiz any more when there is literally one every class?

I think at this point it is a very much expected quiz. Anyone who is surprised by this quiz is not the sharpest tool in the shed.

I immediately regret this thought as Tsuna’s shriek of despair echoes through the chorus of groans.

Tsuna, bro, buddy, I love you to pieces but please learn to pay attention.

The test is multiple-choice, thank god. Math is not my strong suit and anything that required that I show my work usually ended up with docked marks, but multiple-choice took away that added bit of stress.

Even Tsuna, who was probably at this moment making completely random guesses at answers, had a shot of doing decently with a multiple-choice quiz. I mean it’s a slim chance but its better than nothing.


Spoiler alert.

It hadn’t gone well for Tsuna.

He has the crumpled test paper in his hands as we walk home together that evening. At the top of the page is a big, fat, red zero. Which based on the rules of probability is amazing. Even if he was taking random guesses, he should have at least gotten one or two right.

But no, Tsuna, with all his special talent had managed to get all 54 questions wrong. Honestly, I thought this was more fascinating than tragic.  

“It’s not so bad Tsuna.” I say attempting to console him.

He responds with a completely dejected look.

“Ok, so yeah, it is that bad but it’s a shitty math test its not the end of the world or anything.”

“Kyoko-chan saw my test score.” He sniffles.

Oh lord, not this again.

“Bro, I don’t think Sasagawa really gives a fuck about your grades.”

He gasps, “Inari, don’t swear using Kyoko-chan’s name!”

He sounds so mortified that it's almost funny. But I know from experience that if I joke about his ill-advised crush on our school idol that I am in for at least four hours of the silent treatment and sad puppy dog eyes. Which shouldn’t be as effective as they were considering we had the exact same face.

“Yeah, yeah I’m sorry.” I say to appease him.

“And what are you doing saying Kyoko-chan’s name? Huh, Dame-Tsuna?”

There are various things that I hate about Matsuda, but chief among them is that fucking nickname.

He comes around the corner and I can just tell he is itching to pick a fight. No, not pick a fight, he just wanted to fuck with someone and his favorite target just happens to be Tsuna.

“Fuck off Matsuda.” I tell him.

“I don’t think I was talking to you Irani-chan. Shouldn’t you be sucking Yamamoto’s dick or something? You fucking faggot.”

I feel Tsuna freeze up next to me. His breath is coming in shallow gasps. He’s afraid and considering the circumstances, I can’t say that it’s not justified. And me well…

The world has started to bleed red at the edges.

“Now, Dame-Tsuna, what were you saying about Kyoko-chan?”

He’s gotten too close now, too fucking close to Tsuna. Suddenly my brother isn’t next to me anymore he’s being pinned to the wall by this fucking prick. There are more guys surrounding us now too. Matsuda’s goons by the look of them.

I am kicking myself because I was the idiot who was dumb enough not to pay attention.

This fucker shouldn’t have his hands anywhere near my brother. He shouldn’t be anywhere near Tsunayoshi.

This asshole isn’t even real.

A useless part of the set design.

I don’t really take the time to contemplate the intruding thought. I don’t have any time to spare. That thing has its hands on Tsuna and it’s hurting him and that is not allowed.

Before I can really think about what I’m doing my fist has contacted the back of his head and I am full-on grappling him off Tsuna. One of his goons tries to grab me from behind but I snap my head back just in time to flatten his nose against his face.

Tsuna has taken this opportunity to get as far away from Matsuda as possible and is continuing to creep away.

I give him a look that I feel very clearly conveyed, “Get going, idiot.”

Though apparently, Tsuna had interpreted it as, “Come help me, idiot.” And was now coming back toward us. Its moments like this that make me wish that twin telepathy was a real thing and not just some bullshit urban myth.

Unfortunately, as I have said before, Tsuna is an uncoordinated mess and therefore only succeeded in getting punched in the face. He went down hard and was not moving.

I kind of lost it after that.

I remember screaming bloody murder in Matsuda’s ear before beating him over the head with my fists. One of the other guys finally managed to pull me off, Matsuda. I hit the ground hard and I felt the pavement slicing into my hands.

Not that I cared at that moment. I lashed out and grabbed one of them by the ankle making him crash face-first into the pavement. And hot damn did he go down hard. I’m pretty sure his nose instantly broke. One of the other fuckers ruined my moment of victory by kicking me in the ribs.

While I was winded, they managed to make off with Matsuda and the other looser leaving me and Tsuna alone in this shitty god damned alley.

It took a moment before I had enough energy to drag my sorry ass over to where Tsuna was still knocked out cold. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Beyond the random assault in the alley. There was something else that was wrong here. Something was telling me that ‘Tsuna could have handled those guys easy.’ Which is an insane thought because Tsuna wouldn’t hurt a fly, and nor could he.

But the thought still wouldn’t let up and leave me alone.

He could have handled that with his dying will.

“Tsuna? Tsuna are you there?” I shake his shoulder as gently as possible because I really don’t want to aggravate what is probably already a pretty terrible head injury.  His eye is already swelling and turning a dark shade of purple, which doesn’t bode well.

“Owwww.” He groans blinking up at me.

“Oh, thank god your alive.” I heave a sigh of relief.

“Inari? What happened?” He groans prodding gently at his eye and then wincing in pain when he found the lovely new shiner, he would be sporting for at least a week.

“You got punched in the face bro.”

“Why?”

“Because Matsuda is a fucking asshole.”

“Oh… Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m, well I’m not fine exactly, but I’m awake and I can move so that’s something at least.”

Tsuna levers himself up to a sitting position and for a second, he looks like he’s about the hurl on everything. He manages to pull it together though. I’m just grateful that my day isn’t ending beat to shit in a seedy ass ally and covered in vomit.

“My face hurts.”

“That’s what happens when you get cold clocked bro.”
He looks so dejected.

“I’m sorry Inari.” Says Tsuna.

“For what? It's not like you invited them to come to beat the shit out of us. As far as I can tell this bullshit is all a random act of god.”

“I’m never any help. I just end up making things worse for you all the time.”

“Tsuna, that isn’t true.”

“Isn’t it?” Suddenly he’s standing, and I must crane my neck to look him in the eye.

“I screw up everything I touch. If it wasn’t for me opening my stupid mouth about Kyo- Sasagawa-san this never would have happened.”

I fix Tsuna with the most deadpan glare that I could muster before shoving out a hand towards him. “Help me up, idiot.”

To his credit, he helps me up immediately and I only throw up on his shoes.
“There. Now we're even. Let’s go home now.”

He looks more disgusted than devastated now which is much better than before. Tsuna does me a further favor by picking up my book bag and baseball gear off the ground and slinging them over his shoulder.

“Okay.”

And off we trot at a bloody snail’s pace with Tsuna jumping at every errant shadow that came to cross our path. When we finally make it home the sun has started to go down and I can smell something delicious from inside the house.
Which is a bonus for an otherwise crappy day.

“We’re home!” I call into the house ignoring Tsuna’s hiss of “what are you doing she’s going to see us!”

I don’t know how Tsuna thinks we would ever be able to hide any of this bullshit. His eye is literally swollen shut and would probably be staying that way for a good long while.

I am not entirely convinced that my ribs aren’t broken.

They hurt a fuck ton.

“Boys come into the kitchen.” Mom calls back, “There is someone I want you to meet.”

Me and Tsuna share a somewhat concerned look. Mom doesn’t have the best record by inviting random people into our house. Case and point the terrifying door to door salesman who wouldn’t leave until we bought a crappy vacuum cleaner.

We gingerly walk into to the kitchen not knowing what to expect. Mom’s somewhat exasperated and dismayed expression when she catches sight of the two of us is somewhat expected. What is not expected is the other person who is sitting at our kitchen table sipping on a small cup of coffee.

“Tsuna, dear, I know you have been struggling with your schoolwork recently and so I’ve taken initiative and hired you a home tutor.”

Mom announces this and Tsuna reacts accordingly with claims that he did not need a home tutor. But I don’t really hear anything else.

There is a roaring in my ears.

The world is greying out.

The only thing I can focus on is the dark hair, dark eyes and trademarked fedora of a person that I quite suddenly remembered all about.

“Ciaossu, Dame-Tsuna.”

That was Reborn.

“My name is Reborn and I’m here to turn you into a leader for the next generation.”

And I quite suddenly realize why it is that I feel like I don’t belong here.

Because here isn’t real.

It shouldn’t be real.

And Sawada Inari never existed.

“Inari-chan?”

I don’t even have a moment to reassure mom before I faint dead away my mind overtaken by the massive download of information.

Chapter Text

“How many times do I have to say I don’t want to be a mafia boss?!” Tsuna whines to Reborn who looks completely unmoved by my brothers bellyaching.

My current running tally places his objections to his destined profession at around the solid forty-five mark. That isn’t counting whatever goes on when I’m not around.

I’ll round it up to a hundred and five just to be safe. Who knows how much he whines while I'm at baseball practice.

Reborn had aggressively usurped our bedroom for his lessons. Both of us had been given a rundown about the current with the Vongola. He had also made it very clear that his priority here was Tsuna who was the one that then ninth boss had named his heir. I was just along for the ride apparently.

Which okay is fine. I honestly don’t feel like devoting my entire soul to administrating the fantasy mob. Right now I’m more interested in figuring out how the fantasy mob even functions? What do they do?

Form the limited bits of information I can remember from the manga the only thing that happened was that increasingly pretty boys fought each other with magic fire for the title of biggest badass. Not that this is a problem, I have absolutely no problem with watching pretty boys duking it out.

But it irritated me that I couldn’t remember why this was a thing that happened at all. Had I known that one day my life would one day depend on in depth knowledge of a manga series that I only briefly read when I had been a fucking teenager…

To be honest I probably would have still said fuck it.  I am not capable of that level of obsessive bullshit.

The Godfather was a much better dramatization of the mob anyway. Less immediately applicable in my circumstances but a much more intriguing piece of media re: crime families.

I am excited at the prospect of wielding magic fire though. The fantasy nerd deep within my heart wants noting more than to have a chance to use magic.

My stream of consciousness is rudely interrupted by Tsuna letting out a shrill shriek of pain as he once again failed to answer the math problem correctly. One thing I do appreciate about all this shit is that tutoring Tsuna has fallen into much more capable hands.

Tiny sadistic hands that had no problem when it came to using force to motivate him into doing his god damn homework.

“Inari! How can you just sit there?!” wails Tsuna.

I don’t really pay him any mind. I’m more intent on discovering all the weird new pokemon that had been invented in what I assume is some bizarre alternate timeline. Cobalt was a cool game though. Someone on the programing team was big on hidden lore which is always cool.

“You brought this on yourself bro bro. I’ve been telling you for the past week to finish your shit.”

“This is cruel and unusual!”

A spare a glance at him over the top of my Gameboy. He’s giving me the most pitiful puppy dog eyes that he can muster. Which, hanging upside-down from the ceiling from a lime green cocoon was pathetic. 

“Yup.” I agree and then go back to playing my game.

“Can’t you at least help me!?”

I feel a twinge of annoyance at this because, I had spent years trying to help him. Years which had somehow boiled down to me doing his fucking homework for him. So, no, I was not going to help him this time. It was time for my dear brother to get a taste of reality and deal with is own shitty consequence.

Which, in this case, was a violent hell child. Or rather, a grown man trapped in the form of an infant.

Thinking on it, that must be damn traumatizing for him.

No wonder he’s such a sadist.

“Nope, no-can-do bro-bro, you dug your self into this academic canyon and I’m sure you can dig yourself out.”

“Inari~”

“La la la I can’t hear you over the sounds of you doing your homework.”

Reborn quickly grabs the reins after this and is back to drilling algebra through Tsuna’s skull. And I am back on my quest to discover the multiverse of pokemon, because this is just fascinating.

I let Tsuna and Reborn’s voices into the background. Eventually Reborn lets him leave to go get a snack. Unfortunately, I wasn’t paying close enough attention to realize that I was now alone in a room with this world’s most deadly hitman. In hindsight, this was a stupid mistake on my part.  
 


He just sits there polishing his gun and staring at me with those unnerving black eyes. I do my best to ignore him, by which I mean I hide behind the gameboy and shoot less than covert glances in his direction. You know, to make sure he doesn't start pointing that thing at me.

Reborn is waiting for me to say something. I don't know how used to having drawn out stare-downs with thirteen-year-old boys he is but I get the feeling most people crack long before this.

Though to be fair most people don't have inter-dimensional knowledge. Even if it was extremely specific inter-dimensional knowledge about a manga plot and a whole bunch of pop culture and history that didn't really apply in this universe.

Fun fact: the internet doesn't exist in this world at least not in the same way that I remember it.

Think more Wolfram Alpha less Google.

It's also 2002 which is completely normal, but also not because I remember it being not that at the same time. Space-time is a weird concept.

This had actually resulted in a small mental breakdown on my part when I realized that. And then I was hit with an entire existential crisis because I had grown up in this world and I had never had the likes of google here before… but still.

“So Inari-kun.”

I startle so badly that I drop the gameboy on my face. I had legitimately forgotten that Reborn was here. I was so busy with my internet withdrawal.

“Yeah?”

“You seem to be feeling better now.”

“Oh, uh, yeah.”

It was probably a good thing that me and Tsuna had gotten jumped by Mochida and his goons that day. It gave me a legitimate excuse to spend the next three days having an extreme panic attack and pass out all I wanted to.

“Yup all better now.”

Tsuna had even gotten to go and righteously kick Mochida’s ass with his flames of awesomeness. Takeshi had recounted the entire bizarre series of events to me over the phone as Tsuna screamed into the void about the humiliation of having Kyoko see him in his underpants.

That had been a fun night.

We drop off into silence again this time more obviously defending into a staring contest. I have no idea what he wants me to say.

Reborn sighs and holsters his weapon.

Tsuna still isn't back from snack time and I get the feeling that he is just going to be camping out in the living room with a bowl of chips and some anime until Reborn goes to drag him back up here.

“The two of you are really nothing alike.” He says. Not extrapolating and not really needing to. I know who he's talking about.

“We are fraternal twins. It's a thing that exists.”

I can see the tick of annoyance. Honestly, if Dino and Tsuna were his benchmarks for child interaction he may need to invest in some new tactics because that intimidation stick isn't going to work so well on me.

“I'm aware.” He says dryly.

“Well good, I’d be worried about your tutoring credentials if you didn't.”

“Watch the cheek with me ragazzo there is only so much I will tolerate from a puppy like you.”

“Ragazzo?”

“It means boy.”

I don't know if I find that demeaning or endearing.

“Do I get to learn Italian?”

The look that he gives me is positively diabolical.

“Your going to learn a lot more than that.”

The grin I give him back is all teeth.

“Sweet.”


The next day Reborn lets Tsuna sleep in.

He had actually managed to write a coherent paragraph in English last night so Reborn had decided to reward him. Sunday is the day of rest after all. I, however, am awoken at 5:59 am by the sound of the safety being taken off of a handgun.

“Did you major in drama by any chance?” A slur at him.

I go cross-eyed trying to glare at him and instead focus in ton the barrel of the gun between my eyes.

He leaves it there for a moment before it transforms back into an adorable chameleon.

“I’m not sure if your reaction to firearms is concerning or impressive.”

“What?”

“I’m going to go with concerning though until I have evidence to the contrary.”

“…it's six am man what do you want?”

He kicks me in the leg with more force than a body his size should be able to generate.

“Get up we’re heading out.”

I yawn and stretch.

“Should I get Tsuna up?”

“Just you.”

“Kay.”

I spend the next five minutes stumbling around the bedroom trying to be as quiet as humanly possible.

I settle on jeans and a hoodie, which is orange meaning that it's Tsuna’s but six am means that I don't really care right now, and I head downstairs to meet whatever doom Reborn has plotted out for me.

He’s waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs and when I get down there he gives me the most incredulous look and mutters something about irritating children.

Rude.

It's a brisk morning for June which makes me glad I though to put on a hoodie. Reborn hops up onto my shoulder like a parrot and starts giving directions. I move along obediently not bothering to ask where we are going. I'm fairly certain that he isn't going to kill me.

“I've decided it's concerning.” he says abruptly.

Before I have a chance to respond something collides violently with the back of my head.

It would have been more climactic if I had actually passed out. But I didn’t. I turned slowly to look at the fucking goon that had tried to take my head off, blood dripping into my eyes.

He looks like a fucking yakuza wannabe.

He also looks fucking terrified.

Obviously he isn't used to people remaining conscious after he cold clocks them. Unfortunately for him, I have spent the past year going toe to toe with Hibari Kyoya and my head was made of stronger stuff.

Before the idiot has a chance to do anything else my foot collides with his jaw and he goes down hard.

“That hurt mother fucker.” I tell the twitching mass on the ground.

“Was that supposed to happen?” I ask Reborn. “Or was that like a randomly spawned encounter.”

“Very different.” Is the only thing that I hear Reborn say before a comically large green mallet collides with my head and I go down for real.


When I come to again I am tied to a chair in the most stereotypical hostage scenario that anyone could possibly cook up. And also staged by incompetent gangsters. There is nothing that is actually securing me to this chair other than a badly tied rope that I can easily slip out of.

Where did Reborn find these losers?

Because this was obviously all Reborn’s doing. I am not an idiot, I know what I signed up for here.

I just wish that a concussion wasn't a requirement.

“Hey fuckers.” I call over to them. Because what the fuck right?

The two guards(?) that are on me turn. They really are stereotypical gangsters with their badly dyed hair, a multitude of piercing and leather. I don't know where Reborn found these idiots but he should get a refund.

Excuse me, sir, I need to return these gangsters. You sold me defective gangsters I need better ones to abduct my teenaged student.

Yeah, I have some sort of head trauma.

“Eh, the fuck do you want kid.” One spits in my face getting way too close for comfort.

“So many things,” I say “For starters how about you be a nice moron and untie me.”

A boot collides with my sternum and the chair and me both go clattering to the ground.

“You are in no position to be talking like such a smart-ass brat.” The other one drawls in what I assume is supposed to be a threatening tone. It would have worked better if the other guy kicking me over hadn't freed my hands.

Seriously incompetent gangsters.

“What do you want with me anyway?” I ask.

They share a look that tells me ‘money.’

“None of your business.”

“I disagree on the grounds that I am tied up on a cliche horror movie set. Common guys, can we move this dialogue tree along to the point where you tell me what the fuck you want?”

He doesn't get a chance to answer because Tsuna chooses that moment to fly through the window in his underpants and kick the fucking shit out of them.

He takes a moment to seethe in rage at the two unconscious idiots before him before he remembers that his dear sweet baby bro is still ‘tied up’ on the ground. The fire dies out and he rushes over to me in a panic.

“Inari! Are you okay!?”

“Yup, sure, awesome. Good work bro you successfully rescued the princess from the dungeon…let's loot those mother fuckers.”

Tsuna reaches down to haul me up with a look of absolute DETERMINATION.

“Lets do it.”

And this is how we added: taser, bat with nails in it and 50,000 Yen into our inventory.

Sweet.


Life with Reborn living in our bedroom marches on at a steady pace after this. He inserts himself into our lives with all the self-important ease that one would expect from a mafia legend. Every day we get sent on a new fetch quest and set up for a ‘random’ encounter all in an effort to transform my dopey brother into the king of the mafia (or something like that).
 
I like to think that I adapted to this drastic change in our daily lives better than Tsuna did, but to be honest most of my nonchalance could be chalked up to the fact that I was quite recently imbued with precognitive knowledge of the events that would make up the next year or so of my brother’s life.
 
 
It was strange that I could remember, with perfect clarity, the ink on paper that had told the story of a boy who was forced to take up the mantle of a powerful crime family and wielded magic fire with his hands, and yet I could not remember a single detail from my own past life. Beyond the fact that I am certain that I had one.
 
Sawada Inari hadn’t existed on the pages of that story. He had never been born, or if he had, he hadn’t lived long enough to make any lasting contributions to the plot.
 
I exist though. I exist and since I came to this realization I have become intent on making my mark on this story even if it may only be notes in the margins and colorful stuck on the pages with WTF scrawled across them.
 
I’m alive.
 
I exist.
 
The creeping feeling of existential terror is not helping my ability to hold onto normality. I have found myself full of nervous energy humming under my skin and an insistent voice egging me on to do something.
 
Which is probably why I threw myself into Reborn’t ‘hellish’ training with such single-minded dedication.
 
The ferocity of my dedication was almost matched by Tsuna’s complete and utter rejection of the entire thing.
 
“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not going to be a mafia boss!?”
 
He screams this at me, Reborn, the universe as a whole as he stands in the school courtyard in his boxers’ courtesy of another of Reborn’s dying will bullets.
 
“Don’t give up on life Tsuna.” Reborn tells him a faux consoling tone of voice. “I’ll make sure you become the most fearsome boss that ever lived.”
 
“Heeee!” Tsuna whines pathetically and futilely attempts to cover himself up to preserve some sort of dignity.
 
I had personally yet to feel the effects of the weird magic contained in Reborn’s special “Dying Will Bullets.” Probably because all Reborn had to say was ‘do the thing’ and I would go do that thing. Even when that thing was getting kidnapped by incompetent yakuza goons.

I kind of want to try it though.
 
Not because I had any nefarious plots to usurp Tsuna’s role in this story. No, no, no, Tsuna could keep the title of Anime Protagonist with my blessing. I just want a shot at being a somewhat competent side character.
 
“Common bro don’t pout,” I say as I hand over a set of gym clothes. “Your flames of passion are pretty friggin awesome. I’m pretty sure you actually jumped twenty vertical feet there.”
 
Tsuna shoots me the most pathetic puppy dog eyes imaginable. “That's easy for you to say, you’re not the one getting shot all the time.”
 
“Thus, is the burden of destiny, my brother. Face it, you are the chosen one, embrace it.” I choose not to mention the numerous times I have gotten hit in the head since this entire adventure started.
 
Tsuna leans heavy into my side and I wrap an arm around his shoulders to support him. Poor guy, this is really taking a lot out of him.
 
“Not fair,” he mutters.
 
“I would tell you ‘life isn’t fair’ but I’m pretty sure we have slid straight into the realm of sci-fi fantasy, so I will just say “sucks to be you.””
 
We start meandering back to class, not really paying much mind to the literal pile of juvenile delinquents that have been left behind in the wake of Tsuna’s dying will passion. It wasn’t that I minded having to play the part of damsel in distress for him, but I really hope that I don’t become one of those irritating plot devices.
 
“Why couldn’t it be you?” Tsuna asks.
 
“Huh?”
 
“We’re twins, so why couldn’t you have been chosen for all this weird mafia stuff? You're so much better at all this than me.”
 
I risk a quick glance over at Reborn who is keeping pace with us atop the school's concrete wall. He hadn’t really extrapolated on the how’s and whys. I’m pretty sure it’s a combo of Tsuna being the firstborn and being a sky flame.
 
I actually don’t have any memory of using flames myself, but after recent the massive information download last week I do remember when we were very young Tsuna used to be able to conjure a soft orange flame.
 
It wasn’t until that moment that I had been able to remember anything of that sort happening at all which kind of has me worried that my mind has been tampered with as well.
 
“Inari?”
 
I realize that I hadn’t answered his question.
 
“Oh, uh, sorry. I don’t know ask our lord and overseer over there.” I tell him gesturing over toward Reborn. Who, by grace of costume changing magic, is dressed up like a Shogun.
 
How?
 
And also: Can you teach me?
 
Tsuna pales dramatically and through a complex series of hand gestures informs me that he would rather drink a carton of spoiled milk (again) rather than willingly engage in Reborn’s extra special brand of crazy.
 
All right then.
 
“Yo overlord,” I call up at him.
 
“Yes, Inari-kun.” He acknowledges magnanimously.
 
Seriously, if Tsuna just learned to play to Reborn’s vanity half of his problems would be solved.
 
“Tsuna wants to know the epic backstory of how he was chosen for this magical life of crime.”
 
There is a glint in his eyes as his focus homes in on Tsuna who is suddenly using me as a human shield. It doesn’t bother me, I have always taken my Tsuna protecting duties very seriously.
 
“Is that true Dame-Tsuna?” He asks.
 
“Nope, no, I definitely don’t care about any of this stupid mafia stuff. Can we please go back to class now?!”
 
“Hn, good, because both of you are a million years too early to be asking me for storytime.”

So, it seems like we will have to level up Reborn’s social link to unlock this conversation. Which, okay, that makes sense considering we are still technically in the prologue phase of the story here. Unfortunately, the manga only offered the vaguest sense of timeline and that was more or less an ‘order of operations’ type thing. Event B follows event A and so on and so forth.

I think we need Gokudera to show up before truly interesting shit starts to happen. And I have no idea when that will happen because Tsuna has already kicked Mochida’s ass and some other random bonus events. See above re Me getting faux kidnapped by crappy gangsters so that Tsuna could collect some manliness tokens.

“Cool, cool, cool. Just one question if I may?”

“What’s that.”

“Where did you pick up that swag man? I would like to get me some of it.”

Because I have to know where do the costumes come from?!

Reborn legit laughs. Not in a sarcastic way or a ‘look at this dumb ass kid’ kind of way. No, he gives a full-body laugh and he sounds, for the first time since I’ve known him in real life, happy.

“You really are a ballsy little shit, aren’t you?”

I feel Tsuna freeze a little bit against me at the somewhat vulgar language coming out of the mouth of what he saw as a literal toddler.

“You bet’cha. “I tell him with a cheeky grin.

Shut up, I’m not flirting. I just want to be as big of a badass as Reborn is when I grow up.

Seriously, this is a man who has been condemned to a purgatorial existence in the form of a toddler and yet he is super suave and confident and probably has a literal harem of beautiful people squirreled away somewhere.

“Can I at least get a fedora.”

He snorts, “Do something impressive first brat and we’ll see.”

Score.

“Inari.” Tsuna whines.

Expressing his increasing unhappiness that I am interacting with his new sworn enemy.

“Let's go do some fucking geometry.”


Two things happen in math class today. One: I figured out that just because I have apparently lived life once before and have (hopefully) finished middle school education at least once this does not mean that I know the answers to all the questions on a math test.

Two: (and more importantly in my opinion) Gokudera showed up. Finally, I mean I’m pretty sure he has been hanging around somewhere since Tsuna broke Matsuda’s face when the two of them went all caveman over The fair maiden Kyoko.  

But I digress, Gokudera comes in like fucking gangbusters and promptly kicks Tsuna’s desk over, because he is an asshole right now. I had forgotten that the plot had to happen before he confesses his undying love and devotion to Tsuna. So, this might actually be pretty irritating.

I don’t have much patience for people harassing Tsuna.  

It doesn’t help that our class is filled with a bunch of sadistic teenagers who just giggle as Tsuna tries to pick himself up off the floor rather than help him like a decent human being should.

Which is probably why I immediately chucking the world’s worst math textbook at the back of his head.

“Leave my brother alone shithead.”

Silence reigns in the classroom. Even Nezu, who always seems to have a snide comment ready is, for the moment, at a loss for words.

It is worth it though, it is so worth it if only for the look Gokudera gives me. It’s this beautiful combination of outrage, loathing, confusion and a little bit of embarrassment.

When Nezu finally snaps out of it we both get detention.

Which sucks, but I stand by what I said, worth it.  


 
Detention at Namimori Junior High has several downsides. Of course, there is just the pain in the ass part of having to stay after school when all I really want to do is go home and have a nap. The other, more irritating downside is the defense committee.
 
Gokudera had, of course, skipped out on detention to continue on his quest to assassinate my brother and to claim the throne of Vongola (which wouldn’t have worked no matter what he thought).  I know this because all I had to do was look out the window to see him bombarding Tsuna with literal dynamite.

I took some satisfaction from the fact that at least in this universe Tsuna had enough self-preservation instincts to break his nose. And yet Gokudera still pledged his allegiance and undying devotion to Tsuna.
 
Tsuna himself had a distinctly constipated look as he stared in disbelief at the radically changed individual bowing before him. Poor sweet Tsuna has no idea what to do with respect and adoration.
 
I watch as the three of them leave the campus. I had told Tsuna earlier not to bother waiting up for me. He was already exhausted from the earlier incident of stupidity. And after taking another dying will bullet to combat Gokudera he looked just about dead on his feet.
 
While the teacher isn’t looking, I text him and tell him to go home and go the fuck to sleep.
 
Reborn texted me back telling me to watch my language. And that he was going to keep an eye on Tsuna for me. Which is unusually sweet for him and I am immediately sure he has something else nefarious plotted for poor sweet Tsuna. Whatever, Tsuna can deal.
 
So back to my current circumstance. I think I have mentioned this before, but just in case I haven’t let me state for the record:
 
‘Hibari Kyoya is a fucking prick.’
 
He and his band of goons are pretty much school-sanctioned bullies. They ‘patrol’ around exerting their imaginary authority over the regular student population. He had come out swinging at Tsuna with his tonfa out on our second day of class because he had missed the final bell by a millisecond.
 
He would have hit him too if I hadn’t inserted myself into that situation. My arm had hurt like a bitch for a full three days afterward. I took pleasure in knowing that my reactionary kick to his knee had left him with an ever so subtle limp for just as long.
 
And if I thought that would be the end of it well, I was very mistaken. For, you see, Hibari is the kind of guy that likes to pick fights and his favorite targets are the ones who fight back. If I had known that ahead of time I probably would have just gone down and stayed there.
 
But no, uninformed Inari had wanted to prove a point about standing up for yourself to his impressionable twin brother. Now I had to deal with Hibari trying to sneak attack me all the god damned time.
 
The tonfa comes from the left and almost catches me in the ribs but it's just a second too late and I dive into a dodge and roll combo. A skill that had come from years of diving after Takeshi’s wild pitches.
 
“Can you, for once, just not?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
 
He smirks at me, the jerk that he is, and just readies another attack.
 
“Your herbivorous brother has been causing a ruckus on school property. If it keeps up I’ll have to bite him to death.”
 
“Just try it.”
 
He charges, and to avoid getting smacked in the head I pivot hard, scraping the palm of my hand on the pavement. The tonfa impacts the ground and I swear to god the cement cracks.
 
Christ, what is he made of?
 
Cloud flames, I know, but there has to be something else too because this is just not natural.
 
I kick at the same time that he lashes out with the other arm and by some miracle, I catch the strike with the bottom of my shoe without breaking my entire foot.
 
“Tell me Sawada Inari, what kind of trouble have you brought to my school?"

I think of Reborn and I smile.

“The best kind.”

“Oh?”

He slams down hard with the base of the weapon and the bones in my arm creek and ache under the sheer force of the hit. I was going to be feeling that for a while. The blow also sends me to the ground in an awkward position and it doesn’t take long for me to realize that I am at a very serious disadvantage for the next blow.

It sucks because usually I would be dodging circles around him, but I was still hurting from my run-in with the incompetent criminals from last week. I brace myself for the next blow.

But it doesn’t come.

Hibari is just standing there regarding me with sharp aloof eyes. As if he’s waiting for something.

“You better give me a better fight next time.” He says, “And remember to tell your brother to behave.”

And then he just walks away. Like we had just been having a perfectly normal and friendly chat and I wasn’t hyped up on adrenaline. God, I can’t stand that guy. It's been a year you think he would have gotten bored of this by now.

I pick myself up off the ground and put a little bit of effort into brushing the dirt off my uniform. I must at least look presentable when I get home or mom is seriously going to start thinking that I’m the sort of hooligan that goes around picking fights.

Which is true but she doesn't need to know that.

At least Reborn hadn’t been around to witness that random bit of chaos. I think it might have interrupted our established order of operations if he had been. Which wouldn’t be terrible but I’m not quite ready to give up my oracle like precognitive powers just yet.
 
When I (finally) get home, mom informs me with tears of pride in her eyes that Tsuna had brought a friend over.

While I get where she’s coming from, and am proud of Tsuna for finally making a friend (?) on his own, I am not keen to share my space with a dick who has, less than three hours ago, ditched our shared detention to try and kill him.

“That’s…nice?” I tell her.

She, with her super mom powers, picks up on my hesitation and gives me a gentle smile.

“Inari-chan don’t worry you're still going to be Tsu-kun’s favorite.”

I nod in simple acquiescence and let her give me a quick tight hug. It would take to long to explain all the details of why it was that I was hesitant about Gokudera Hayato and hers is the most normal and probable explanation.

“Are they upstairs?”

“Yes, Tsu-kun said they were going to work on homework together.”

Awesome, more people in my room.

“Kay, I’m going to go up now.”

“Inari-chan, if you need to have a nap you can use my room.”

I give her an appreciative thumbs-up before ascending the stairs.
 
And upon entering our bedroom I find Tsuna, fast asleep face down in his bed and Gokudera being a complete and total creeper watching him as he sleeps. I had no idea that his transformation into creepy fanboy had been so rapid and complete.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

Only to be reward by Gokudera jumping a full three feet in the air and shoving a stick of (unlit) dynamite in my face.

I reflexively smack it away, “Don’t wave that shit around my brother, please.”

I toss my bag by the foot of my bed and take a seat at our little coffee leaning heavily on my elbow and level a deliberately judgemental stare at him. It’s fascinating as the look on his face transitions from hostile to irritated to uncomfortable to completely repentant.

I am somewhat surprised when he slams his face against the floor in front of me and begins to beg for forgiveness from ‘tenth’s honorable brother.’

Normally I would let him go on but the swift movement seems to have aggravated his broken nose and it's now oozing in an unsettling and extremely painful-looking way.

“Dude, please, stop.”

I can’t really hold back my wince when I look at his face. Tsuna really did a number on his nose. It looks like it needs to be set.

“Come here.”  I ask/order as I fish around under my bed for the first aid kit.

Having a brother as accident-prone as Tsuna, and not to miss how active and prone to fisticuffs I am, this first aid kit gets used often. Luckily, this is also not the first time I have had to set a broken nose.

He shuffles over to me warily and sits stiffly on his knees. I reach out and gently prod the area around his nose giving it a good look. It was swollen he was starting to develop the raccoon eye bruising. Gokudera winces as I gently tap on the bridge trying to find the possible break.

“I don’t think it's broken but sit still for a sec, I can probably make this a little more bearable at least.”

I chatter away mindlessly at Tsuna’s new minion as I gently apply pressure to get the bleeding to stop. Tsuna himself is dead to the world with his face pressed into the mattress and is snoring loud enough to give a chainsaw a run for its money. I don’t know where Reborn has gone to. Probably off to plot some more nefarious training exercises, or to, you know, assassinate someone.

Either way, fun times.

“Shut your eyes and cover them with this.” I order Gokudera and hand him a towel.

I really don’t want to accidentally blind him with the cooling spray. By the time I’ve finished dressing his nose in gauze, tape and that weird little metal brace thing Gokudera had become very quiet and passive.

He’s kind of just letting me manhandle his face.

When I’m done, I catch his eyes and he’s giving me this wide-eyed wobbly look.

“What?”

He looks away and back toward Tsuna who still blissfully asleep mumbling is about ‘Kyoko-chan’ and trying to eat his pillow.

My bro is such an adorable dope.

“Tenth is right about you,” he finally says.

“He usually is.” I agree without knowing what he’s talking about.

“It’s one of the bonuses’ of being twins. But in this case, I may need you to elaborate because I have no clue what you’re on about.”

“You're too nice.”

“That is a lie. Tsuna is a lying liar who lies don’t listen to anything he says ever.”

I am not nice. Tsuna obviously sustained some head trauma today and is suddenly confusing me with himself. If anything, I am the mouthy asshole with impulse control issues.

“Less than three hours ago I was trying to assassinate Tenth. Even if he did forgive me, I’m indebted to him now, his subordinate.  All of Reborn’s info about you said that you are the vindictive sort.”

“I am dude, I really, really am.” I tell him.

“Which is why you instead of kicking my ass like I deserve you fix me up? I came at Tenth and you have every right to throw me out of here like a dog, I know I haven’t proven myself yet.”

He’s speaking so emphatically, and the thing is - he’s right. By all means, I should have chucked him out the window and told mom that he had to run. I doubt Tsuna would have even minded considering Gokudera was just the sort of intense personality that scared the shit out of him. And if I didn’t know what I know then I probably would have.

But I do know.

He’s all alone, isn’t he? I don’t even know if he has any food in whatever crappy apartment, he’s renting. Does he even have an apartment? Is he fucking homeless? I am quite suddenly very concerned about all of this. Who is taking care of this literal disaster child?

And putting all of that out of my mind for the moment. I knew the sort of person Gokudera Hayato was. It has been written out in ink.

He was the most loyal friend that Tsuna would ever have.

And I really didn’t want to fuck that up.

I don’t know what expression I was making, but whatever it was it had Gokudera snorting derisively.

“Too fucking nice.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself asshole.” I tell him and try to fight down the flush on my face. I resist the urge to smack him because I’m pretty sure that one extra hit will legit break his nose.

“Anyway, according to weird mafia law shit your Tsuna’s familgia now or something. And by transient properties of familial relationships, I guess that means we're weird mob brothers now?”

If I was expecting anything it was most definitely not for him to break down into comical tears wailing about ‘Tenth’s honorable brother.’

Tsuna is startled into awareness and somehow manages to launch himself out of bed and land flat on his ass. He gives me the most incredulous and sleepy look as I pat Gokudera consolingly on the back.

Well, if nothing else this should be interesting.

Chapter Text

I am awoken in the middle of the night by an increasingly familiar clicking sound of the safety being taken off a gun and a small doll-like hand covering my mouth.

I almost scream.

Coming out of what had been a rapidly deteriorating nightmare vision I briefly fear that I am about to have my organs ripped out by a haunted ventriloquist dummy. Only to realize that, no, its just Reborn being a creeper.

I don’t know why I find this more comforting.

Before I can ask what he wants he makes the universal signals for ‘shut up’ and ‘follow me.’ Not having anything better to do at two in the morning I go along with it. Tiptoeing out of the room taking care not to step on Gokudera who is fast asleep on our spare futon.

I meet Reborn in the kitchen. There is a dim light from the stove that was illuminating everything in a gentle off-yellow glow. Two steaming cups of tea are waiting for us at the table. He takes a seat and motions for me to do the same.

So I do. Pulling my feet up under me to keep them warm and grasping the novelty mug in my hands.

Reborn is giving me this… look. Like he expects me to be nervous or intimidated or something. And because I am a contrary little shit I relax even more slapping a peppy little smile on my face as I flutter my eyelashes at him expectantly.

Reborn sighs.

I don’t know how Tsuna believes this guy is literally a baby when all of his mannerisms are old man mannerisms. How old is Reborn anyway? Had that ever been established?

“You have adapted amazingly well to all of this Inari-kun,” he says.  

“You mean the ‘mafia stuff?’”

“Yes the ‘mafia stuff.’”

“And?” I ask somewhat defensively, “What?”

“And nothing,” he waves off and takes and sip of his tea. “It’s a simple observation. A month ago you and your brother were completely normal middle schoolers. And while Dame-Tsuna seems to reject every aspect of the mafia coming into his life you welcome everything with open arms. I find that fascinating.”

It takes me a moment to realize that he is complimenting me. And of course, after I do realize it I am just beaming.

“The fact that your actively working to enforce your brother's power base by playing nice with his would-be assassin is also intriguing.” Reborn continues.

I blink. Was I not supposed to fix Gokudera’s face? That seemed kind of mean the poor guy is essentially an abused puppy dog with attachment issues. Prolonging his misery just seems cruel.

Some of the confusion and incredulity must have shown on my face. Reborn chuckles. “Calm down ragazzo, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just figured that I should explain some things to you before things go any further.”

“I thought I was a million years too early for storytime?” I reply like the cheeky asshole I am.

This earns me a quick smack upside the head. Which doesn’t hurt much but carries much more weight behind it than you would expect from someone with the proportions of a toddler.

“You are, but that’s beside the point right now.”

I am so excited right now. I don’t think Tsuna ever engaged in serious discourse with Reborn in the original timeline. This is all new and exciting and I love it. It's like accidentally stumbling across a hidden level in an RPG that’s full of secret bits of lore.

“I can't tell you why Tsunayoshi was selected to inherit Vongola, nor does it really matter at this point. I was hired by the Ninth to turn him into a respectable boss and so that’s what he will be.”

“Is that your hitman guarantee?”

“Something like that.”

“And? So? This isn’t exactly new info dude.”

Reborn visibly cringes at being referred to as ‘dude.’ I make a mental note to do it more often.

“Remind me to work on your vocabulary and diction later. There is room for improvement there,” he mutters into his, now mostly empty, cup of tea.

“Righto.”

Choosing to ignore my very deliberate provoking he continues on.

“I was not given any specific direction regarding what to do with you. Your idiot father has some misguided delusions of allowing you the opportunity to live a normal life but –“

“OH, HELL NO!” I shout, cutting him off.

And then I remember that we are trying to be quiet and hollering at the top of my lungs at two in the morning was a surefire way to wake up the whole damn neighborhood. I can’t help it though. I refuse to be relegated to a useless background character because Iemitsu was trying to have a conscience.

I communicate this by fixing Reborn with the most intense glare I can muster.

“I told him as much. You are much too useful and too attached to Tsunayoshi for that to work out beneficially for anyone. Which brings me to my earlier point – Gokudera.”

“Tsuna messed up his face when you got him all fucked up on that dying will crap. What was I supposed to do? Let him bleed all over my floor? Kick him out so he could spend the night cold and alone on the street?”

“You misunderstand me Inari-kun, this isn’t a criticism.”

Okay, so I’m more confused now.

“You innately understand something that I feel is going to take Dame-Tsuna a long time to grasp.”

“What’s that?”

“The importance of building a strong foundation.”

There is something about the way Reborn says this that sends a chill down my spine. There is obviously more here that he isn’t saying, something important that I am just too damn tired to grasp right now.

“It’s not an innate talent that he possesses and quite honestly its mostly because he is a lazy brat.”

“A harsh but fair criticism.”

“I’ll work on it with him, but in the meantime, that’s what he has you for. You are his first and last defense Inari-kun and because of your relationship to him you are in a unique position to strengthen the familgia that he creates.”

“Awesome, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I am one hundred percent on board.”

Reborn moves to smack me again but this time I see it coming and duck out of the way, scuttling under the table like a demented crab. When I peek out again, he’s staring me down with a cocked eyebrow.

 “Go back to bed brat, you’ll need your energy tomorrow.”


My alarm goes off at five-thirty. Ride of the Valkyries blasts out of the speakers in all its epic glory. And while Tsuna could sleep through fucking anything and Reborn had already acclimatized himself to my bizarre morning rituals, Gokudera was uninitiated and had sprung to his feet ready for a fight as trumpets were blasting in the room.

I had long since decided that if I was going to wake up at the ass crack of dawn, I was going to do it with style.  

It was funny to watch him looking around the room with this look of confusion. I don’t think he even remembers that he spent the night on our floor. He looks over at Tsuna, who has huddled into a cocoon of blankets to block out the sound and gulps.

“Don’t bother with him right now,” I tell him, “Tsuna can sleep through just about anything.”

“Oh.” Poor guy is still so bleary-eyed.

“Go back to sleep man, the school doesn’t start for another three hours. I’ve got morning practice.”

“Practice?”

“Baseball.” I answer simply. “Make sure he gets up in time for school…and that he gets there without running into any trouble. Hibari has been on the warpath lately and it would suck if they were to have a random encounter.”

Gokudera looks so thrilled to have been given responsibility for Tsuna’s health and wellbeing. He is such a good little guard dog.

I probably shouldn’t have mentioned Hibari though. I can already hear the wheels in Reborn’s head start to turn. He doesn’t fake sleep as well as he may think (and I have something of an unfair advantage when it comes to reading him.)

“I’ll guard the Tenth with my life, honorable brother!”

Wow, I am feeling the dedication here.

“Just call me Inari dude,” I tell him with a wave.

I don’t stick around to watch his brain implode.
 
Mom is already in the kitchen when I get there. I greet her with a kiss on the cheek and she giggles happily.

“Morning mom.”

“Good morning Inari-chan. I hope you boys got a good sleep last night.”

“We did, Tsuna and Gokudera conked out early,” I tell her. “By the way, thanks for letting Gokudera spend the night, hopefully we’ll be able to work out the whole student housing situation today.”

 She pats my hair gently. “Inari-chan is such a good boy.”

Pretty much exclusively for you mom. I don’t say it out loud and I know that she knows that I am a little shit the other ninety percent of the time. But life is tough enough for her without me making things harder.

“I packed you an omelet to go with your lunch.”

“Yummy, thanks mom. I’ll see you after school.”

And I'm off to meet Takeshi. I kind of feel bad because I haven’t really hung out with him much in the past couple of weeks. In my defense, things with Tsuna and Reborn have kind of taken precedence, but that’s not really any reason for me to ignore my friend.
 
Takeshi isn’t in our usual meeting place which is odd but not entirely unexpected considering I’ve bailed on him for the last week or so. God, I’m such a shit friend lately. Not that I’ve had much of an opportunity considering literal criminal activity happening in my home and getting a universe worth of information downloaded directly into my brain.

I might still be struggling with that.

I loiter around our spot for a good ten minutes, just in case he’s just running late. But when he doesn’t show up, I book it the rest of the way to school. I’ll have time to talk with him later.

Takeshi is already on the field warming up with some of our upperclassmen when I get there. I wave, and he waves back, and everything seems fine. It's not like I expect for Takeshi to hold a grudge, he’s never been the type. But even so, I can’t shake the feeling that something is off with him.

I don’t really have time to worry about it, because as soon as I have my uniform on Yamada-sempai has taken me hostage. Only not really. Seriously I have been taken hostage at least three times this week thanks to Reborn and I’m never going to be able to make a joke about it again.

“Alright Sawada, you missed practice last night so drop and give me a hundred.” He says it with such a smug look of glee on his face that I can’t stop myself from shooting him a withering glare.

It’s not like I have much of a choice but to comply. So, with a heavy sigh, I drop to the ground and began the one hundred pushups. After all, I am the idiot that got detention because he has shitty impulse control.

One hundred push-ups and what feels like a literal bucket of sweat later finds the two of us running the circuit. Somewhere around lap five Yamada-sempai interrupts our comfortable silence.

“Hey Sawada.”

“What?” I pant.

“No offense or anything, and please don’t kick me in the balls for asking, but what the hell is up with your brother lately?”

The immediate defensiveness that fills the entirety of my being is born of fourteen years of people asking me what the hell is wrong with my brother. Let me make this clear, there is nothing wrong with Tsunayoshi other than the weird-ass magical seal that an old Italian man put on him when we were like three or something. And that is totally not his fault.

With difficultly I suck in a breath to calm down because I know that Yamada doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s the third year. He doesn’t really have anything to do with Tsuna, and the one time that he had dared refer to him as Dame- Tsuna I had kicked him so hard in the shin that the foul word had never passed through his lips again.

“How do you mean?” I finally bring myself to ask.

He laughs.

“Dude, you look like you want to kill me. Relax, I just meant that he went all beast mode and kicked the crap out of Mochida the other day.”

Oh yeah, that was something that happened. Three days seems like a lifetime ago now.

“It was a crime of passion.” I inform him in complete deadpan.

“…Passion?”

“Yes, his lady love, the beautiful and illustrious Kyoko-san’s, honor was besmirched by the dastardly villain Mochida and Tsuna’s righteous fury ignited in his soul and he came to her defense.”

Which sounds way better then: Tsuna and Mochida got into a pissing contest over a girl who had no interest in dating either of them. And, actually, she objected to the entire premise of being claimed as a prize.

Yes, it sounded way better than that.

Hana had been so fucking pissed about the whole thing. To be honest I had been too. It really wasn’t cool for them to put her on the spot like that. Not that Tsuna had much conscious choice in the matter when he was all hopped up on whatever illicit drugs are in the dying will bullets.

“Your wild Sawada.”

“I try.” And then I break out into a full-on sprint to burn off the sudden well of energy that has sprung forth as I was forced to remember all the stupid and crazy that keeps cropping up.

Practice continues for the next hour and a half without incident. We do some batting practice and I finally get a chance to show off my new and improved rolling dive catches.

I actually manage to nab one of Takeshi’s powerful line drives and I am thrilled. Usually, it would blast right through my hands from the sheer force of the hit. But I actually managed to catch it!

I beam at Takeshi and fully expect him to celebrate with me. The way we always do when one of us manages to level up. Instead, he just looks pissed off.

I don’t like the look on his face.

I don’t like being the cause of it.

Near the end of practice, he throws such a wild pitch that he manages to break one of the windows in the clubhouse. Everyone applauds, and Takeshi does his best to laugh it off. I have known him long enough to know when he is putting on a show though.

The coach pulls him aside for a chat while the rest of us hit the showers. I hope sensei can figure out what’s up with him because I really don’t get it.

And I’m desperately trying to remember what had happened in the manga. But I’m drawing a blank. There had definitely been something, something that had resulted in him becoming friends with Tsuna and his guardian. For the life of me, I can’t remember what it was through.

Maybe I’m not supposed to know. I don’t know if there are any rules to this whole ‘memories from another world thing.’ Maybe I’m just not supposed to know.

This is so irritating.

Me and Takeshi have been friends for years. If there is something the matter, I should be the one to fix it, not Tsuna. But if there was something seriously wrong, he would tell me, right?

Right?


There is a new hole in our clubhouse wall that tells me all I need to know about the functionality of the hairdryers and the distant dream of an actual hot shower.

At this point I'm pretty sure Hibari does it just to antagonize me.

You pick a fight with a violent sociopath over facilities maintenance one time and he never lets you forget it.

Though to be fair, his method works.

I find the man himself loitering around the corner. His tonfa are hanging loosely from his grip and he eyes me with this smug self-satisfied look on his face. Like the cat that cornered the mouse.

Only in this case I think we can be likened more to Tom and Jerry with our cartoonish violence and silent pact of mutually assured destruction.

“That was just fixed.” I inform him as I drip on to the dusty earth.

“Hn.”

“I thought you were morally opposed to the destruction of school property. What do you have against the poor clubhouse.”

Hibari straightens and begins to twirl the tonfa. Getting ready for a showdown.

“It seems to be one of the only ways to get you to show your fangs.”

“You could just ask?”

“You talk too much.”

And he lunges.

Screw it, I have to blow off some steam anyway.

I take the full weight of the blow with my forearm and retaliate by slamming my foot into his midsection. It hurts like a motherfucker but I get the satisfaction of watching him slam into the wall.

It actually takes Hibari a moment to catch his breath. Which is great because my entire arm went numb from the force of that one hit.

Hibari cocks his head to the side, a terrifying smile spreads across his face. I take a second to shake the feeling back into my arm.

“Wao”

He adjusts his stance and I charge him. My elbow drives into his solar plexus and take advantage of the low ground to hurl him over my shoulder.

Of course, he lands on his feet, it's Hibari. The preternatural grace that he possesses is ridiculous and impressive. There isn't even half a second before the tonfa are buried in the wall on either side of my head.

Jesus Christ.

I drop, pivot, and roll out of the way before he can do to my face what he did to the wall. I'm not quite fast enough though, a tonfa catches me in the shoulder and I end up with my face in the ground with a mouth full of dirt.

This continues on for another ten minutes.

I hadn't realized how badly I had wanted to hit something until this moment. I didn't even care that I was getting pummelled back it was just nice to have a chance work off some of the stressing on that I had been repressing since Reborn had come and inserted himself in our home.

Since I had realized that I shouldn't exist.

Not thinking about it.

My fist collides with his face with a deeply satisfying crunch.

A tonfa jams into my gut.

The first bell rings.

Damn it.

 


An incredibly fast and incredibly freezing cold shower finds me ducking into class with five minutes to spare.

Amazingly, Tsuna is already in his seat.
 
“Holy shit, you got him here on time.” I praise Gokudera. Wonder beyond wonders Tsuna is in his seat before the bell rings. I think this is a first in the history of Namimori middle school.

Tsuna flushes in mortification. Having me put his chronic tardiness put on display is apparently embarrassing. It’s a good thing he never heard any of the excused that I came up with to cover for him.

“Good morning Tsuna-kun.” Says Kyoko-san.

Me and Tsuna both stare at her agog. I don’t think she has ever instigated a conversation with Tsuna before. This is new and exciting.

Hana moseys up behind Kyoko and sits herself down on top of my desk. Gokudera, true to form, is immediately on the defensive. His hackles are all up like an angry kitten.

And then he catches Tsuna’s dreamy, “Kyoko-chan~” and then he is just uncomfortable.

I decide to leave Tsuna and Kyoko to their own adorable devices. If nothing else this should put Tsuna in a good mood for the rest of the day.

“Any trouble this morning?” I ask Gokudera.

“None whatsoever. Though you were right about those Defense Committee assholes.”

“Did they try to start something?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He assures me.

But he also avoids making eye contact which is suspicious.

Hana snorts.

“Second day and your already on the DC’s bad side huh new guy?”

I can tell by the tone of her voice that she is deliberately trying to goad him. Which is pretty much par for the course in terms of Hana’s personality.

“Your hair is wet again.” She states blankly as she messes up the already messy birds’ nest that I call hair.  

Which apparently is the trigger that gets Gokudera to lose his shit.

“How dare you touch Tenth’s honorable brother in such a casual way woman!” He shrieks and jabs a finger into Hana’s face.

She blinks and then she smiles the most terrifying smile and goes back to absently petting my wet hair.

“Tenth?” She asks me for clarification not even paying any mind to the still fuming Gokudera.

“It’s a long, and quite honestly, a stupid story.” I reassure her. “Chill Gokudera, Hana is cool.” And proceed to zone out from the wonderful head pets.

She hums apparently content not to hear the ever-expanding odyssey of me and Tsuna’s adventures in the mafia.

“I thought the hairdryers had been fixed?”

“They were. For one blissful day, we had functioning hairdryers. And then Hibari slammed some fools face through the drywall and now we don’t have hairdryers anymore.”

“Oh god damn it.” She huffs. “Hey, Tsuna.”

Tsuna snaps to attention like someone shoved steel rebar into his spine.
“Yes, ma’am?” He says because Hana is the kind of badass bitch that deserves respect.

“Next time you decide to go all Incredible Hulk on someone do you mind aiming the rage at Hibari? You’d be doing the school a huge service.”

Tsuna pales dramatically, and for a moment I’m worried that he’s going to faint.

“No way,” he says weakly, “Hibari-san is terrifying.”

He doesn’t even know the half of it.

“Hana, please for me, don’t try and send my brother off on a suicide mission.” I beseech her.

Gokudera, completely missing Tsuna’s mood, immediately jumps into reassuring him that of course, he would be able to ‘kick that fucking dickhead's ass no problem.”

I tune them all out because at that moment Takeshi walks in. With the fakest smile, I have ever seen plastered across his face. There is a cold pit quickly forming in my stomach. I quickly excuse myself from the group and walk up to him.

“Hey Takeshi, you didn’t wait for me this morning, jerk.” I tell him with all the levity that I can muster.

He looks brittle in a way that I have never seen before, and I am immediately on high alert. There are sirens blaring in my head ‘WARNING, WARNING, WARNING.’ But I have no clue what the hell it's about.

“Sorry bout that Inari. You’ve been so busy lately, I didn’t think you would even notice.”

He is laughing, and it is the most unsettling thing that I have heard come out of his mouth.

“Come on dude, you know I didn’t mean anything by it. Things have just been crazy lately. I totally wanted to catch up today.”

He’s about to say something. Unfortunately, at that exact moment Nezu, fucking asshole that he is, burst into the room demanding that we all take our seats. Takeshi takes this moment to escape within a heard of his adoring fangirls.

I try to put it out of my mind. The day progresses and Takeshi continues to avoid talking to me and I try not to let it bother me.

It bothers me.

It fucking bothers me.

I fucked up and I need to fix it. But he’s being an asshole and not letting me fix it and it's driving me crazy. Every time I try to catch him alone, he runs off to talk to someone else. It is really getting on my nerves.

Eventually irritation wins out over-concern. If he doesn’t want to talk, fine. Screw it. I’ll try again tomorrow or something. I’m especially irritated because I missed watching Tsuna break the earth to uncover Nezu’s hidden shame. However, I did have a front-row seat to the principal firing his ass. So that was something at least.

When the final bell rings Takeshi rushes out before I have a chance to grab him. I sigh and let it go. It would all work out in the end anyway. Destiny had confirmed that.

I slide into step with Tsuna and Gokudera as they leave the campus.

Tsuna looks shell-shocked and elated at the defeat of his mortal nemesis. If a crappy math teacher could be considered a mortal nemesis.

“Yo, Gokudera have you heard back from the student housing service yet?” I ask.

His prolonged ‘uhhh’ tells me all I need to know.

“Cool, so I guess you're spending the weekend at our place. It’ll be awesome.”

Chances are Reborn will have something extra special planned for us.

“We can play monopoly.”

“Absolutely not!!” Tsuna snaps back to awareness when faced with the threat of monopoly.

“Aww, why not? It’s my favorite game~” I faux whine.

“You know very well why.”

Gokudera is watching us go back and for the like a tennis match.

“Don’t be so quick to dismiss experiences Dame-Tsuna.” Reborn chimes in from whatever ethereal portal that he transports himself through.

“You only say that because you have never played monopoly with this monster.” He says, a little wild-eyed.

“Wow, Tsuna tell me what you really think of me.” I tease.
He glares.

Its awesome.

“Fine,” he finally caves, “we’ll play monopoly.”
 

Chapter Text

To say that I have a competitive steak would be something of an understatement.

“I told you so,” Tsuna says miserably as Gokudera joins him in the dredges of bankruptcy. Gokudera hands over the last of his colorful money and several plastic houses to me with a somewhat mesmerized look on his face.

“Always go for the railroads,” I tell him with a smile.

What had started as a childhood fascination with trains had evolved into a game-winning strategy, at least in terms of monopoly.

Or, as it was in Reborn’s case, fill a literal block with hotels and wait for someone to fall into the trap. I am still amazed that we somehow convinced the world’s greatest hitman to play a dumb American boardgame with us. But then again, he had a competitive streak too.

It was easy to goad him into playing with us once we started taking shots at his pride. We are probably going to suffer for it later but ends and means and all that. As much as Tsuna hates this game I can tell that doing this perfectly normal thing with his demon tutor is doing wonders for his ability to calm the fuck down around him.

“Your turn man,” I tell Reborn trying to sound as cocky as possible. “Prepare to hand over the cash.”

“I don’t think so brat.”

I don’t know how he can make rolling generic plastic dice look cool but somehow, he does it. It was amazing.

What’s more amazing is that he manages to avoid landing on my railroad and the electric company. Curses.

I already know I’m going to lose. It is a forgone conclusion at this point. My only real goal was to beat Tsuna and Gokudera. I never had any hope of beating Reborn.

Maybe in ten years.

Which is something I am resolutely not thinking about right now.

I had tried to. Only to have my brain start to explode. That had been a whole bunch of pain that I was not eager to revisit under any circumstances. I could remember that time travel in this world is, in fact, a thing just as long as I didn’t try to remember anything about said time travel.

I think the universe is trying to prevent me from accidentally causing a paradox.

And that’s cool, but I wish it could find a better way of communicating that with me. You know other than making my brain feel like it's going to liquefy and drip all over the floor.

So yeah, no thinking about things that haven't happened yet. 

Anyway, back to the important part, a monopoly showdown with the worlds greatest hitman. Reborn was going to win, of course, he was going to win. I was coming up to the block stretch that he owned. 

“Well, bambino, it's your move.” He says all smooth like. 

I grin. And roll the dice. 

And then I proceed to shell out all my hard-earned winnings to him when I landed on Broadway. 

“Oh thank god!” Tsuna exclaimed in absolute exhaustion. 

“I didn’t think that was ever going to end.”

“As expected, we were no match for Reborn-san,” Gokudera says with a look of admiration? Maybe? It's hard to tell with him, everything is always so overdramatic with him. 

“Speak for yourself man, I almost won.”

A small hand smacks me lightly over the head, “Not a chance.” Reborn chides and hops up onto the desk where he can lord over us like the dark tyrant that he is. 

“You all should try to get a good night sleep in while you still have a chance. You're going to have a busy day tomorrow.” 

The look Tsuna gives him has the oomph of a kicked puppy. 

“B-b-but its the weekend.” He protests. 

One day Tsuna will realize that the good old days of lazy Sundays are well and truly behind him, but it is not this day. Chances are it wouldn't be tomorrow either. 

For lack of any better response, I stand up and hoist/toss Tsuna onto his bed before stepping over Gokudara who is suddenly looking at me with this wide-eyed expression. Like he wants to protest the boss being thrown around like a rag doll but cannot physically bring himself bitch at me. 

“You heard the man bro-bro, bedtime.” 

I mosey over to my side of the room and flop into bed. Pointedly ignoring the incredulous look Tsuna is shooting at me and the muttered ‘no matter how you look at it he’s a baby. He shouldn't get to boss us around.’

Reborn’s abyssal eyes bore into me for a moment and I very deliberately don't look over at him. He's not used to people calling him out on his adult-ness, I don't think. 

It must be part of the curse, the whole ‘perceived to be a hyper-intelligent and physically capable infant’ thing. There is no way that anyone would buy it if there wasn't some sort of supernatural element to it. Or maybe they would, I probably shouldn't underestimate how dumb people could be. 

But no, for as much as a dunce as Tsuna can be very perceptive about people I can’t see how he would just accept this as fact without even a question. 

Speaking of Tsuna, I only have a moment to brace myself when he lets out a demented howl-scream and launches himself across the room and body slams me. I magnanimously let it happen, bro needs at a win once in a while. 

And thus Reborn and Gokudera are treated to a classic, but rarely seen, Sawada Twin Rumble. Which pretty much boils down to headlocks and tickling. I dig my fingers under his arms and Tsuna dissolves into peals of laughter. Gasping for breath with tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. 

Ha, his greatest weakness!

I can hear Gokudera panicking in the background. He wants to help out the boss but doesn't want to attack the boss’ baby brother, it's actually really cute when I think about it. I slam a pillow into his face effectively snapping him out of his indecision. 

“Come on hot-head defend your ‘boss’” I taunt him. 

The grin on his face is diabolical, its awesome. Half a second later two pillows slam into my face knocking me off of Tsuna. My brother takes this reprieve to catch his breath and then swipe the pillow from my bed and smacking me in the face with it repeatedly. 

Ow. 

Well then… 

Bring it bro-bro. 

Yanking out the blanket from under him, and in an impressive (if I do say so myself) one-two combo I have him wrapped up like an adorable burrito. Which of course is when Gokudera decides to make his move and hurl himself onto the bed. 

Intent on defending the boss, but only succeeding in body-slamming Tsuna and getting himself caught up in my, increasingly amazing, blanket trap. 

I'm getting ready to grab some more pillows to continue with my assault when I stop to look at Tsuna and Gokudera. They have gotten so hopelessly tangled in my blanket that they are starting to look like a two-headed sentient blob. And I can’t help but notice how happy Tsuna looks. 

Like, ever since Reborn showed up he has been complaining and dragging his feet along this magical mafia ride. He goes along with Reborn’s crazy schemes with begrudging acceptance. But he did it. 

Until Reborn had shown up Tsuna hadn’t done anything. He didn’t talk to anyone other than me and mom. He didn’t participate in anything unless he absolutely had to and even then he had mostly given up before he had even tried. The manga had never really gone into Tsuna’s state of mind before Reborn had arrived, but now I had lived through it. 

My brother had been depressed. 

I was worried about him constantly because he had no matter what it was he had already given up. 

And right now he was laughing. He was joking around with Gokudera and having fun for the first time in years, and I couldn't have been more grateful if I tried. 

Truth be told, I’m still having trouble reconciling myself to the precognitive memories from another life. There were a lot of blank spaces in there still. Details of my past life that I could not, and really did not, want to remember. 

But this story still stands out pretty clearly in my mind. 

(Except for deliberately blanked out information that tended to leave me crippled with a migraine of epic proportions)

This hadn't happened in that story. In that story, Tsuna and Gokudera hadn’t gotten this close this fast. In fact, I don’t think they had ever really made it to the level of light-hearted joking around.

And considering it's only been two days I foresee good things in the future of this bond.

But I can't deny that things have changed. 

Of course, they have. This was real life, not a story. There isn't a script that we are all following. Free will exists. 

But it makes me nervous. Pretty soon things are going to get dangerous. Very dangerous. I'm counting on having the precognitive advantage for a little while, at least until the rest of the family is all up to snuff. 

Which is somewhat laughable since I'm pretty sure I'm the mundane in this situation. I've gotta get Reborn to shoot me with one of those magic bullets one day. Just to see if I can do jack shit in this world of magical mobsters. 

I watch as Tsuna and Gokudera both yelp as they roll off the bed and into an even more tangled heap on the ground. Tsuna is still laughing though and I can’t help but smile. 

“Inari~” He tries to whine but it is undercut by the happiness in his voice.

“Save us!”

I chance a look over to Reborn who has been watching over all of this random madness from his hammock perch. Technically this is his show. 

I raise an eyebrow at him in a ‘should I help out these morons?’

“Dame-Tsuna, you should be able to solve your problems.” 

“Heeee!” 

“Don't worry Tenth!” Gokudera chimes in with his usual conviction. “We can get out of this.”

“I believe in you guys, but also hurry I wanna go to sleep and that is still my blanket.”

I step back over the writhing mass and flop back down on my bed to observe their daring escape. 

So Tsuna and Gokudera’s ‘social link’ has gained more levels faster then it would have without my interference. It was interesting but it probably wouldn't change too much in the long run. 

“You have sixty seconds or else you get a punishment,” Reborn says. 

Tsuna squeals in fright.

But he is still smiling. 


Reborn wakes us up at the fucking ass crack of dawn with buckets of ice water and a smug smile on his chubby-cheeked face.

“You all have five minutes to get ready and meet me out front.”

And then he just jumps out the second story window like the fucking badass he is.

Tsuna lets out a tiny enraged sound before tossing himself out of bed. Unfortunately, he just lands on Gokudera’s futon which in an identical sopping state. The boy in question has the look of an angry wet cat. 

“That fucking asshole.”

The way he says it is just so toneless that I can't help but burst out laughing. I peel the cold wet sheets off of myself and stumble into the bathroom with a bundle of clothes fished out of the closet. Ignoring Tsuna’s shout of “cheater!” Following me from behind once he realized my cunning plot.

“You snooze you, lose bro.”

They are plotting vengeance upon me I already know it. 

It doesn't actually take all that long for me to finish with the morning ablutions. I do have to remind myself to put on some deodorant though. There is no way that whatever Reborn has planned doesn't include excessive physical activity and I do not want to go around having random encounters smelling like the locker room. 

“Inari hurry up I have to use the bathroom.”

I duck out past the guys who, after taking a look at the time, decide to forgo shame and pile into the bathroom together. I guess it's true that hard times breed camaraderie. 

Mom is standing in the hallway giving us all a fond look. She already loves Gokudera. She will probably still love him once she catches him chain-smoking and swearing and will cheerfully shove nicotine patches at him. 

This is Tsuna's first friend. 

“G’ morning Mama.” I greet her with a good morning hug. 

“You boys are sure up early today. Do you have anything special planned?”

“Something, I guess. Reborn has ‘plans’ but he hasn't shared with the class yet. I think he wants it to be a surprise.” 

“Reborn-chan has been such a good influence on Tsu-kun.”

Mom smiles. 

“Whether he likes it or not.” 

Mom giggles. 

“Don't worry mom, we are going to drag Tsuna into functional adulthood kicking and screaming if we have to.”

And, you know, mafia Don-ship, but mom doesn't need to know that quite yet. 

Although I'm not quite sure that she doesn't know about it. I mean she has been married to a man of the mafia for almost eighteen years. 

“Do you boys have time for breakfast before you head out,” Mom asks.

“Don't think so, Reborn said on the double.”

“I'll make a big lunch for you then.” She promises and my stomach rumbles at the thought of Mom’s wonderful cooking. Too bad we have to skip breakfast. 

“Grazie Mama.”

“Inari-chan, Reborn-chan has been teaching you some new things too.”

“Of course, haven't you seen his hat? Reborn is super cool and suave why wouldn't I want to pick up some new skills?”

She laughs and ruffles my hair. “Inari-chan you're so cute!”

“You know it.”

I bid her goodbye and make my way outside to wait for the new wonder duo with the overlord. 

Seriously though with just a little bit of tweaking Gokudera and my brother were awesome friends. They had this who ‘we've just met but it feels like I've known you for years’ thing going on. 

Just so long as Gokudera didn't try to step to the second in command thing. That position was mine, knowledge from another universe be damned. 

“You're late.” Reborn intones from his perch atop the fence.

“I had to say bye to Mama,” I reply as unaffected as possible, “we can't just leave without telling her that would be rude.”

Reborn chuckles, “well at least one of you has manners.”

I choose to ignore the prod. 

“So why are we out here at…” I chance a look at my watch, “four-o-fucking-clock in the god-damn morning?”

“I take it back, watch your mouth kid.”

“I can't help it, everyone keeps telling me how nice and polite I am all the time. It's starting to make my skin itch. So what are we doing today?”

He fixes me with this considering look. Like he can't decide if it would be more fun to tell me straight out or leave me hanging here in suspense.

“What you said the other day got me interested.”

Uh, what?

“Dude, you're going to have to clarify I say a lot of shit daily it is like my key character trait ‘Sawada Inari -that kid who says a lot of bullshit.’”

He pets Leon in silence as my anxiety rockets up to a few extra levels. I hear the clatter of Tsuna falling down the stairs on his ass from inside the house and Gokudera’s cry of ‘Tenth!’ But choose to ignore them in favor of attempting to stare down the worlds greatest hitman into submission. 

“Please tell me, the suspense is killing me. What dumb thing got your attention? Are we going to go fix the water heater in the clubhouse? I know I was bitching about that a lot the other day.”

And then I realize what he is talking about.

“No.”

Reborn smirks. “You are a perceptive brat aren't you.”

“It is called logic and no. No. With a capital N.O.”

“You don't believe that your brother can hold his own against the defense committee?”

“I believe that Kyoya is a fucking psychopath and if you send Tsuna at him you may need to go find a new heir for your weird magic mafia.”

Reborn hums but doesn't say anything else which I take as ‘your objection has been noted, filed, and ignored.’

Tsuna and Gokudera appear looking harried, out of breath and Tsuna’s shirt was inside out. So not as bad as it could be but still not a super great start to a day when we are attempting a high-level quest. 

“Did you have to trap the stairs,” Tsuna demands glaring at Reborn.

“Bro I think that was probably just you.”

“No! It wasn't there were like wires and a weird mole thing with a cannon.”

Gokudera is nodding along with him emphatically. He is a little singed around the edges which lend some credibility to their outlandish story. 

Only… 

“I just walked down those stairs and it was fine. And Reborn has been right here since so I really don't know how that would work.” 

I mean other than the fact that this was Reborn I was talking about and he had ‘ways’ of doing whatever the fuck that he wanted. Actually, he probably did do it. He probably enlisted the aid of his nightmarish insect army (don't get me started on that I almost had a heart attack the day. I woke up to see him communing with his creepy-crawly minions.)

“How?”

I don't even give anyone a chance to catch up with my train of thought I just power straight through glaring at Reborn. He is actually trying to kill Tsuna today that asshole.

“You have to learn to be more observant Dame-Tsuna or you aren't going to last very long in the mafia.”

“I don't WANT to last long in the mafia.”

Tsuna, buddy, he means you'll be dead.

“I mean you'll be dead.”

Get the fuck out of my head Reborn.

“Now Get running boys.”

He says as he pulls out a machine gun out of nowhere.


Twenty minutes and a series of crazy evasion maneuvers later find the three of us gasping for air outside of Namimori middle school. Gokudera just collapses on his ass gasping for air. I have Tsuna slung over my shoulder in a fireman carry because an athlete my brother is not. 

He had tripped up about five minutes in and rather than going through the insanity of Reborn shooting him with the crazy magic bullet to unleash the beast I opt for the no-man left behind option and just carried his ass as he shrieked evasion directions in my ears. 

“Are you alright Tenth?” Gokudera asks still breathing heavily.

“Tsuna.”

“Huh?”

“We have escaped death by crazy toddler together, call me Tsuna please.”

Gokudera turns so red so fast that for a moment I am terrified that he is going to pass out. And the. He starts babbling about how he couldn't possibly call the Tenth by his first name and I can just feel Tsuna’s vague irritation.

“Just make it an order bro,” I whisper. “I mean it's weird but it's important to him.”

Tsuna sigh.

“Gokudera I order you to call me Tsuna.”

That is probably the coolest my brother has ever sounded. It's a shame that he is still hanging off of my shoulder with his ass in the air. It would be more impressive, but less Tsuna. 

As it was it was absolutely perfect.

“Alright, Ten- I mean Tsuna-san.”

Not perfect but at least it was progress. 

“Not bad brats,” Reborn says as he strolls along the school wall, not even the least bit out of breath or sweaty. Even though he has been chasing us the whole time while carrying an enormous machine gun and ammo. 

I fix him with the flattest look I can muster (with another human being slung over my shoulder). 

“That was in no way necessary.”

“Oh, but it was fun.”

“For you maybe,” Tsuna mutters darkly. 

Reborn jumps down from the wall and lands heavily on Tsuna’s back (and in turn my shoulder, ow). 

“You have no business complaining Dame-Tsuna. If it wasn't for your brother you would have been dead meat.” 

“Sorry for not being naturally athletic,” Tsuna grumbles back. 

Getting a sick of being a human coat rack I abruptly chuck them both down to the cement. Tsuna lands with a yelp in asprawl. Reborn of course lands lightly on his feet like a ballerina. 

It wouldn't surprise me if he had a tutu stashed away somewhere. 

I’m pretty sure mom kept the ballet outfits me and Tsuna had. We could probably put on Swan Lake or something. It would suck and Tsuna would hate it, but I'm sure we could do it. 

“Inari!”

“What? I can’t lug your but around all day.” 

“A little warning would have been nice.”

“… I'm going to drop your ass.”

“Too late!”

Gokudera manages to roll himself over and crawl over to where I dropped Tsuna. He is winded. I need to make a point to talk to him about his smoking habits. If he really is intent on protecting Tsuna he needs to be in better shape. 

“You're not injured are you Tsuna-san.”

“Only my pride.” Tsuna relents.

“Oh suck it up bro.” I snap. 

I'm getting edgier the longer that we stand in front of the gates. I don't think Tsuna has realized where we are yet, and even if he did it would probably take some impressive mental gymnastics to understand the greater meaning of why Reborn had herded us here. 

I can make out members of the Disciplinary Committee through the blinds. Whatever Hibari has on the school board must be pretty damn juicy for him to be able to house his gang on privet property in broad daylight. 

A nagging feeling draws my gaze up to the roof. Even at this distance, I can feel my eyes lock with Hibari’s. 

Fuck.

There goes the element of surprise. 

“So what's the objective here overlord?” I ask Reborn without breaking eye contact with my “mortal nemesis.” 

A little bit dramatic but accurate. 

Tsuna and Gokudera perk up and realize where we are. 

“Why are we at school?” Asks Tsuna. 

“It's Sunday, this shit box is closed,” Gokudera says. 

Reborn smiles like a gremlin. 

“We’re breaking in of course.”


We are straight-up Metal Gearing this shit.

Me and Tsuna a creeping through the campus underneath a cardboard box while Gokudera flanks us throwing yen at the DC thugs that are patrolling. The current count is:

Team idiot - 3

Disciplinary committee - 0

“Why are we doing this?” Tsuna hisses at me.

He is currently teetering somewhere between anxiety and irritation. Which is a perfectly valid state of being considering what we are doing. Tsuna isn't like me, he doesn't frequently go toe to toe with THE Hibari Kyoya without more than a bruise to show for it. 

And just for the record, those bruises hurt!

“We are doing this because we Reborn said so. And because we are serving up some good old fashioned vigilante justice to these assholes.”

“So!? He's like one! He's not the boss of us! And it's not like this matters anyway we should just go home now before Hibari-sempai bites us all to death!”

I quickly slap a hand over Tsuna’s mouth to stop the rant. I don't feel like fighting Hibari or his cult of devoted goons today. It will give him unrealistic expectations for our continued animosity. But the stakes are much too high for us to surrender. 

“What’s that?” Asks the somewhat muffled voice of a Disciplinary Committee member. 

I peek through the hole in the box in time to see Gokudera shoot what looks like a blow dart into the guy's neck. He drops like a sack of potatoes. 

You know I never thought of it before but Gokudera must know a whole bunch about poisons and chemistry from Shamal and Bianchi. I'll have to grill him on it later, it seems like a good skill set to have in the back pocket. 

Also, science is cool. 

“Murph?” 

“Tsuna, Reborn is the boss of us. I'm pretty sure he is the boss of
small kingdoms. He is most definitely the boss of us. And more to the point we are doing this shit because it is a matter of pride.”

Tsuna’s very mature response is to lick my hand. 

Yuck. 

“Let's just do this stupid thing.” Tsuna relents. 


To be fair Reborn hadn't sent Tsuna on a mission to challenge Hibari. Thankfully. 

No, he just wants us to rob him. 

He wants us to rob Hibari Kyoya. Or to be more specific we are going to rob the Disciplinary Committee’s collection of confiscated contraband.

Because that is a fantastic idea. 

Yeah, this is going to end in tears. 

Anyway back to the point that I have been avoiding. Apparently yesterday while I was indulging in some violence with Hibari himself Gokudera and Tsuna had their close encounter with a member of the DC. 

One by the name of Iwazumi Mine who wasn't anyone of any particular note beyond the fact that he had been on my brother's case since elementary school. I never really understood why he went at Tsuna but regardless it had kept up right into middle school. Only now he has a red ribbon that gives him the authority to be a dick to people.

And take their stuff. 

Once upon a time a very, very long time ago in a sandbox, a little red-haired girl who spoke in broken heavily accented Japanese had given a little crying boy a present. 

It was a small plush monkey on a keychain and it was one of my brother's most prized possession. 

And also the origin story of his infatuation with Kyoko Sasagawa. 

Iwazumi had confiscated it because it ‘violated the student dress code.’

I honestly hadn't noticed it was missing until Reborn had announced the true purpose of our infiltration assignment. Tsuna hadn't wanted to make a fuss and he had all but begged Gokudera not to mention it to me. 

Poor Gokudera had ‘repented’ so hard that he had almost re-broken his nose. Going on about how he had failed Tsuna-sama until I slapped a hand over his mouth to stop the endless stream of apologies. 

Suffice to say I was much more geared up for this once I knew the real reason behind it. 

Don't worry little monkey thing we are going to rescue you. 

Me and Tsuna ditch the box and utilize a masterfully timed Gokudera distraction to bust through a vent on the side of the school and duck into it. I push Tsuna in ahead of me and make sure that the absurdly useful cardboard box is covering the missing grate before following in after him. 

Three minutes of crawling through a dusty later finds the two of us falling from the ceiling in a vacant hallway. Don't ask me how we went from ground level to seven and a half feet up in a hallway ceiling, but we did. Obviously, our school was built on a rift in reality. 

Or a Hellmouth. 

“Good work you two.” Says Reborn as he appears from the shadows dressed like a miniature ninja. 

“Reborn? How did you get in here?!” 

Probably the front door. 

“The front door,” Reborn tells him with a smug look. 

Nailed it. 

“Where's our distraction?” I ask. 

“He’s giving the security a run for their money.”

He actually looks vaguely impressed by the whole thing. Gokudera's skill as ‘the distraction’ guy and Hibari’s pseudo-military operation. 

“This is so messed up.” Tsuna groans pulling himself up off the linoleum. 

“No, it's not, its fun.” 

I swing an arm around his shoulder and give a comforting squeeze. Tsuna still isn't used the high octane action that Reborn inspires. We're going to have to go do something low key and normal later. 

“Common bro, let's go get Mr. Monkey back and get some lunch.”

“…Kay.”

“Now where’s our target?”

“Fourth-floor room 418 on the south-eastern side of the building.” Reborn answers informatively.

And successfully makes this feel even more Oceans 11 than it already had. 

“Let's roll bro-bro.”

The good part of breaking into Namimori middle school is that we are both very familiar with the school floor plan. Probably more so than the average student considering me and Tsuna are both some variation of delinquent and thus know all the best hidey-hole and escape routes. 

The point is we don't have to memorize any complicated floor plans to know that hard left and tripping through a door marked maintenance will take us to a hidden stairwell that goes straight to the fourth floor (and to a trapdoor to the roof). 

I can hear a series of explosions from outside and which hopefully means that Gokudera is still keeping our friends nice and distracted. Knowing Hibari explosions on school property has gotten his attention as well. 

Hopefully, Gokudera can last long enough for us to get in and out of the Disciplinary Committee’s ‘office’ without issue. 

Without him dying I mean. 

We get there without issue and lo and behold we are the only ones here. 

“K I’ve got the door you go find the treasure Tsuna.”

He flushes in embarrassment but charges in with Reborn perched on his shoulder. I take my point in the doorway keeping watch down the hallway. It also gives me a vantage point to scope out the field where a herd of dumbasses with pompadour hairdos are chasing down a very determined Gokudera. 

Remind me to buy him something nice. 

However, what I don't see is Hibari. 

And that is worrying. 

My train of thought is rudely interrupted you a series of crashes from inside the room and my brother's high pitched shriek of terror. 

“You're trespassing herbivore.”

Yeah, I was afraid of that. 

I spin on my heel intent on charging in to rescue Tsuna from Hibari’s wrath. A gunshot rings out, and with a burst of orange fire, Dying Will Tsuna emerges. 

“SAVE INARI WITH MY DYING WILL!!”

“Wha-” is all I have tome to get out before Tsuna is colliding with me at high velocity. 

WHY!?

WHY SAVE INARI?!

And the next thing I know the two of us are bursting THROUGH THE FOURTH STORY WINDOW AND PLUMMETING TO THE GROUND BELOW!!

I unashamedly cling to Tsuna trusting that he would somehow cushion our fall. If not we die together, as brothers should. 

We slam into the ground like a meteorite amidst screams of ‘what the fuck!.’ I manage to force myself to take a peek at where we landed and meet Gokudera's eyes. He is staring at us wide-eyed and blinking at us with a stick of dynamite fizzling in his grip. 

I slowly reach out a shaking hand dampen the flame before we all get exploded. 

“Hey, Tsuna we should probably save Gokudera too.”

This is all the encouragement that Tsuna needs. In an instant I have Gokudera smooshed up against me and we are both clinging for dear life as Tsuna utilizes the unnatural strength of his dying will to rocket us toward home. 


“Owwwww.” Tsuna moans as he lies starfishes on the back porch. 

Me and Gokudera sit on either side of him sharing a plate of watermelon slices that I have ingeniously balanced on Tsuna’s midsection. 

“Everything hurts.”

“Considering that you jumped through a fourth story be happy that everything just hurts and we're not dead or horribly crippled.”

He makes a noise of agreement. 

“Can I have a slice of watermelon too?”

“You have arms. Get it yourself.”

“I can't feel them though.”

I take pity on him a shove a watermelon slice into his mouth. 

“Don't choke.”

The three of us munch in silence for a little longer before mom comes out with a tray of coffee and pastries. Reborn trots alongside her with a small cup in his hand and a look of contentment. 

Mom makes the best coffee. 

 There is one more thing that I make note of, a tiny little monkey plush hanging from Leon's mouth. 

Reborn is a decent sort underneath all of that sadism. 

“Inari-chan” mom says breaking my chain of thought. 

“Yeah?”

“Takeshi-kun stopped by while you boys were out playing. He wanted to talk to you about something.”

I'm on my feet in an instant and slipping past her and Reborn into the house. 

“I'll call him right now!”

I skid into the kitchen and grab the phone off the wall before I even have a chance to stop. I dial his home number first. I don't want to call the restaurant and bother his dad during the lunch rush. 

The phone rings and rings and rings. 

And goes straight to message. 

I slam down the receiver and start to dial again. 

No answer. 

That bad feeling is back again, as is the brain static. 

There is something wrong, something that I’m not allowed to remember, and an uncomfortable spike of anxiety is growing in my chest. 

I call the restaurant. 

“Take-sushi! How can I help you today.” Yamamoto-san recites into the receiver. 

“Hi Yamamoto-san, it's Inari, I was wondering if Takeshi was there?”

“Inari? I thought Takeshi was hanging out with you today?”

My anxiety grows to a whole new level.

“Uh, yeah, he came by earlier but I had to go run some errands with Tsuna so I missed him. Do you know where he might have gone? I tried calling the house but no one answered.”

Yamamoto-san sighs.

“That boy has no attention span.”

“Don't worry Yamamoto-san I’ll track him down.”

I hang up the phone without waiting for a response and run back down the hall grabbing my shoes as I go. 

I need to find Takeshi. I need to find him right now. 

“I'm going to hang out with Takeshi I’ll be home later k bye.”

The words tumble quickly out of my mouth as I bolt through the crowd on the porch. I use my momentum to vault over the concrete wall that divided our yard from the street and land in a run. 

He would be at the park. He had to be. 

If he had gone to Ithe school I would have noticed him. And he wasn't the type to go to the arcade on his own. There was a chance that he had gone to hang out with someone else from the baseball team but… no, I'm not the only one that Takeshi has been avoiding lately. 

So the park. 

I turn my brain off and run. 


He wasn't at the park. 

He wasn't at his house. 

Or at Take-Sushi. 

Or at the arcade. 

I’ve spent hours running around town desperately searching for him and nothing. I ran into Iida and Nori from the team and they had seen him earlier doing some solo pitching practice at the park but nothing after that. 

Nori said that he hadn't answered when they called to him. 

Neither of them seemed particularly worried about it. It just worried me more. Takeshi wasn't the type to ignore people. He usually at least pretends to be social even when he wasn't feeling it. 

The fact that he hadn't meant that something was very, very wrong. 

And I had known it. I’ve known for the past few weeks that something was eating at him. But everything with Tsuna, and Reborn, and the reality-altering knowledge that had been unceremoniously shoved into my brain I’ve been preoccupied. 

I had just figured that one day Takeshi would just start hanging out with us and joining in with all the mafia shenanigans. 

But he hadn't. 

It's been weeks and he still hasn't gotten recruited. I know Gokudera had only shown up a couple of days ago but I expected some sort of interaction with Takeshi. 

Hadn't he and Tsuna talked about something?

Fuck, had we missed a flag? 

Did we bypass the recruitment phase?

God, I'm such a shitty friend. 

It's starting to get dark and I am way past exhausted now. I'll see Takeshi tomorrow at school and this time when I try to talk to him I'm not going to take no for an answer. 

It takes another half hour to drag myself back home. To add to the depressing ambiance it starts to rain. By the time I get home I'm solved to the skin and dripping onto the hardwood floor. 

Mom takes one look at me and rushes back into the house to get towels and a fresh pair of pajamas. I do my best to dry off quickly but all the action of today has finally caught up with me. 

A series of bangs followed by a shriek echo down from upstairs. It seems like Tsuna is still full of energy. 

I sigh and give mom a sleepy (and pathetic) look.

“I'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight.”

She pets my head affectionately and says, “I’ll go get some blankets for you.”

She leaves and I meander over to the couch and collapse face-first into the soft cushions. The sound of rain beating against the windowpane is starting to put me to sleep. 

Today has been way too eventful for me.

Chapter Text

Every once in a while a man has to evaluate his life choices and ask himself the profound philosophical question:
 
“What the fuck are you doing?”
 
It happens with more frequency than for most with me. It has something to do with the whole poor impulse control and inclinations toward violent confrontations. I spend most Wednesday’s and Friday’s picking fights with Hibari and had on more than one occasion taken a pitch to the head from Takeshi just to see if I could.
 
The point is I end up asking myself “what the fuck are you doing?” a lot and honestly considering the current trends in my life I don’t foresee this changing anytime soon.
 
What I’m doing right now though, I have achieved a whole new level of crazy.
 
And for some context: I am currently clinging to the outside of Namimori Middle School. Stuck somewhere between the third and fourth floor.
 
It is pouring rain.
 
I have a fever of 103.
 
Am I an idiot?
 
Yes.
 
Am I questioning my life choices right now?
 
Most definitely yes.
 
Does any of this matter right now?
 
No, no it does not. Because somewhere, approximately three and a half feet above where I have wedged myself between a pipe and a windowpane Takeshi is teetering on the edge of the abyss monologue about how he has nothing left to live for since he keeps screwing up with baseball and doesn’t have any real friends.
 
Of all the fucking days to wake up late it had to be today, didn't it? It was my own damn fault. I had overexerted myself last night running around in the rain after spending hours running around on a Reborn mission. 

Of course, I had gotten myself sick. 

And Mom is the kind and loving soul had called the school to let them know that I wouldn't be coming in today. And she had let me sleep in and made sure that Tsuna and Gokudera didn't wake me up. 

And on any other day, it would have been appreciated. But on this day I remembered exactly how it was that Yamamoto Takeshi was recruited into the Famiglia of Vongola Decimo. 

He was going to try to kill himself. 

Through the haze of illness and dreams, this information is blasted into my conscious mind startling me into awareness. 

In terms of rude awakenings, today had taken the cake. 

I had woken up so fast that I had fallen off the couch in a tangle of blankets. When I had tried to get up my head had spun so violently that I almost passed out again. 

Mom had left a bottle of cold medicine on the coffee table for me and I had eyed the small plastic measuring cup for a moment before forgoing it and downing half of the bottle. 

 I had all but thrown myself out of the house into the ongoing rainstorm in a pair of pajama pants and an inside out t-shirt. 

And I ran. I ran faster than I had ever run before. 

It was going to happen today. Don't ask how I knew it but I knew it. I felt it in my gut. And maybe it as all scripted and preordained or whatever. But I didn't trust that. I could not leave Takeshi’s life up to what was written in a comic book in another universe. 

I made it to the school in record time only to have all my fears confirmed when I had to look up through the wind and rain to see a familiar silhouette standing on the ledge of the roof. 

At that moment I was completely paralyzed. That was Takeshi up there and one missed step was all it would take for him to come plummeting down to his untimely demise. 

The smart thing to do would have been to go inside the school and run up the stairs. But I was terrified that if I lost sight of him he would be gone. 

So I did things the dumb way. 

I would have done anything to have had Reborn or someone with more adequate life skills with me at that moment. Chances are if I had they would have been able to talk me out of my chosen course of action. There was no way that scaling a building in a rainstorm was the best course of action in this situation. 

Though knowing Reborn he might have suggested the same thing. I think our tiny tutor also has some impulse control problems. 

The haze of cold medication and the fever had helped plot out my ascent. Under normal circumstances, I would have looked at the exterior piping and thought ‘bad idea’, however, high Inari looked at the exterior piping and thought ‘yeah, I can probably do that.’

Clearly, intelligence is one of my core character traits. 

Which led me here. 

Hanging off the side of a building. Listening to my friend tell, what sounds like, a crowd of our classmates about how he feels isolated and listening to them say superfluous shallow bullshit about how he should be happy that he's good looking and popular. 

I really hope that Tsuna is up there. Because this needs to end immediately. 

Listening to this is heartbreaking and infuriating at the same time. 
 
Depression is a fucking monster. I get it, it takes all the joy out of the world and it makes everything seem pointless and hopeless.
 
But that bit about not having any real friends.
 
I take umbrage with that last bullet point about not having any real friends. Because I am here literally scaling a five-story building for you in the pouring rain ASSHOLE!! I mean I know I dropped the ball a little bit since Reborn turned up but I had still been there. If things were getting this bad he could have talked to me about it.

Right?

 
I barely manage to stop myself from screaming that at him. I’m pretty sure that if I did right now he would fall off the roof from the shock of having moron clinging to the outside of a school building screaming at him about poor life choices.
 
If that isn’t an oxymoron I don’t quite know what would qualify.

I make a mental note to scream at him later. 

And hug him. 

And punch him in the stupid face. 

And cry. 

And then hug him more.

 

I'm having a lot of conflicting feelings right now and I'm not exactly great with the whole ‘emotions’ thing on a good day. It probably has something to do with all the cold medicine that I downed on my way here. 

“No matter what I do lately I just seem to fail. You know how it is right Tsuna? Everyone is always calling you a failure. It's an awful feeling right? It would be better to just die.”

A mixture of relief and terror makes my heart stutter. Tsuna is there. Thank fucking god Tsuna is there. He should be able to talk some sense into Takeshi right?

Right?

 

The plot says yes. But my understanding of reality says -I have no fucking clue man. 

And also ‘don't rope my brother into your depressing melodrama Takeshi!’ He was only just now starting to get over that bullshit. 

“Are you stupid or something?” Tsuna asks. 

And I freeze and stare up at the roof with wide eyes. A hush has fallen over the observing audience. 

“What?” Takeshi asks quietly. 

“I asked if your stupid.” Tsuna says. 

I can hear the mixture of annoyance and anxiety in his voice. 

“What the hell are you talking about not having anyone or anything going for you? Do you not see the literal crowd of people here? They’re all terrified for you! They all care about you! And what about your dad?! What about Inari!?” 

His voice gets louder and louder the longer that he goes on. I don't think I have ever heard Tsuna so impassioned about something before. 

“You don't think they would miss you? You don't think this won't break their hearts?! Because I can tell you right now that if you think Inari will be able to brush this off like it meant nothing, you have another thing coming!”

“And so what if the ‘baseball god’ or whatever isn't talking to you anymore. Maybe that just means its time to try something else! We’re thirteen, you have time to find your life's calling. And knowing you Yamamoto-kun it's going to be something awesome.”

“But it wont be anything if you give up now. All you will be is a smear on the ground who gave up. And your better then that!”

 

Holy shit Tsuna. 

The rain is finally starting to stop and as I stare up at Takeshi’s silhouette I can see the blue sky peeking through. As if it was called forth by the power of my brothers conviction. 

“You’re a really cool guy Yamamoto-kun.” Tsuna says softly. “And I always wanted to be your friend too.”

“…Tsuna-”

What a beautiful touching moment. It's a shame it had to be interrupted by gravity. 

I watch as Takeshi makes an abortive motion toward where I assume Tsuna is standing. And then I watch him slip, stutter and fall. The world doesn't descend into dramatic slow motion. 

 

Takeshi falls. 

People scream. 

And acting on pure reflex and instinct I reach out and latch on to his wrist as he falls by. 

My arm feels like it was almost torn out of its socket. 

Fun fact: catching someone falling at terminal velocity is painful, because physics is a thing that exists. 

I am hanging on to the window ledge for dear life. I might have screamed (I definitely screamed). Once I'm certain that I'm not going to loose my grip and send us both plummeting down to our untimely demise I look down to make sure that Takeshi is okay. 

He is STARING at me. 

The look he's giving me clearly echoes my earlier thoughts of “what the fuck are you doing.”

“Inari?” He speaks with quiet disbelief. 

“ Yup.”

“What are you doing here.” There is a very noticeable brittle edge of hysteria in his voice. 

“Oh you know just hanging out.”

He laughs. The hysteria wining over all further questions. 

“YAMAMOTO-KUN!” Tsuna screams appearing from over the ledge. 

“Hey bro-bro.” I answer because Takeshi is busy with his stress laughter. 

“INARI!?”

Tsuna just about launches himself over the side wrapping his hands tightly around my wrist. 

His eyes are orange. 

There had been not gunshot. Not burst of flame. No declaration of dying will. 

It was just Tsuna all on his own. His eyes clear, and bright, and orange with the power of the sky flames harnessed under his own power. 

“Don't worry I've got you. I'm not going to let you fall.”

My bro is so fucking cool sometimes. 

Of course by the laws of dramatic irony it was at this moment that the strength in my fingers gives out and Tsuna is left supporting the full weight of two teenaged boys with his scrawny little arms. 

I'm pretty sure all three of us would have gone plummeting to our collective dooms if it wasn't for Gokudera. 

Together he and Tsuna manage to pull us back up over the ledge. At the end we are all spawned out on the roof gasping and exhausted. I look over at Takeshi who laying next to me with his arm pressed over his eyes. 

I vaguely realize that he is crying. 

I don't have enough energy to get myself up again. The adrenaline rush that was powering me through this insanity has worn off and I can't actually feel any of my extremities anymore. I summon the energy to roll over so I'm sort of on top of him. 

This is literally as close to a hug that I am capable of right now. 

 

“I love you man.” I mumble into his shirt. “Please don't go splat on me.”

Somewhere in the background Hana has started marshalling the onlooking audience down the stairs. Kyoko’s voice cuts in sweetly whenever someone tries to argue with Hana. 

“Sorry.”

I want to say something. 

But I am literally unable to remain conscious any longer.


One of the fun things about real life is that shit has consequence. Case and point you do something crazy like scale a building in a rainstorm with a fever you will absolutely land yourself in the hospital. 

Namimori general isn’t so bad as far as hospitals go. The staff is decent and the rooms are clean and spacious. They had also been chill enough to let me and Takeshi share a room. 

But Reborn impersonating world renowned paediatrician might have had something to do with it. Either way I’m grateful. I don't think I would have been able to rest otherwise. 

Takeshi had to go in for a psychological evaluation. I think Reborn must have understood my concerned mumbles because he insisted that he attend. After all child psychology was the great Rebo-sensei’s speciality. 

It probably wasn't necessary but I'm glad that he did it. I wouldn't want him to get a weird diagnosis or something because he didn't have someone there to explain shit to him properly. 

Mom and Yamamoto-san ran in at about the same time. And we're now talking to our nurse to get all the details about what happened, or at least as many details that she was able to give. I trust that Reborn and Tsuna will fill them in more later. 

And speaking of my brother…

 

“What were you thinking!?” He demands. 

He and Gokudera have set up camp on the empty bed by the window. It's been awhile since ‘big brother’ Tsuna has come out to play, I'm glad to see that he's still got some bite to him. 

“I had to be able to catch Takeshi.”

“Yeah, And that's great and all but you were home sick. How the heck did you even know what was happening?”

Both he and Gokudera are staring at me expectantly. 

“I premonitionded it.” I slur. 

The antibiotic IV that they have me hooked up to right now is seriously impairing my speaking abilities. Not that they were super before, but I'm pretty sure I didn't sound like drunk. 

“You ‘premonitioned’ it.” He sounds so very unimpressed with me. 

“I don't know man. I was sleeping and then it was like BAM and someone was screaming in my brain ‘You have to get to Takeshi right fucking now’ and so I did and there he was all up there and shit. So I did the thing and I'm not sorry for that because I caught him.”

I am rambling like a nutcase. 

Tsuna buries his face in his hands and groans loudly.

“How did you even get up there!?”

“I climbed.”

“Wha- Bu- HOW!?”

Poor bro-bro is really having a hard time with this. 

“I did it with my fucking dying will dude.” I tell him. 

And then I pass out.


I'm brought back into the world of the living when a weight dips the mattress next to me. I have to fight the exhaustion and the general feeling of blah to crack an eye open. Takeshi has a pretty distinctive profile even in the near darkness that we’re sitting in. 

“Hey.” I croak. 

My throat is killing me. That teaches me to go running around in the rain without a coat on. 

“Hey.”

The actual enormity of everything that went down is finally starting to catch up to me now that all the panic and insanity has worn off. I stare up at him giving my eyes a chance to adjust, and I think. 

I had literally scaled a four story building. I had pulled myself up forty vertical feet in a rainstorm. 

Takeshi had almost thrown himself off the roof of that very same building. 

This was all a lot heavier than I had anticipated. 

This is the moment where I should say something meaningful and profound.  Something to affirm our bond of friendship. Or just something to make him feel better. 

But I'm me. So instead I say:

“So what's the verdict? You crazy?”

He lets out a harsh snort of laughter. But it's not entirely cheerless; so that's something.

“Oh, completely.”

I can just barely make out his expression. He's smiling, a classic Takeshi smile, though with a touch more exhaustion than usual. 

“Shit man, that sucks.” I grin at him. “What are you gonna do.” 

He laughs, for real this time.

“I don't know, but apparently I'm in good company.”

“No kidding?”

“Yup.” He chirps. “See this guy I know had the crazy idea to climb the school building with his bare hands.”

“Shit, that is crazy.”

Takeshi hums in agreement. 

“Yeah, but he did it for his friend.”

My arms feel like the have been filled with led, but somehow I muster up the strength to reach out and give his arm a light squeeze. 

“You would’a done the same for me man.” 

He gives me a ‘look.’

“I would have stood at the bottom and waited to catch you.” He says dryly. 

“Aw dude, you wanna play catcher for me?” I say, imbuing my, very wrecked, voice with a comedic level of flirtation. Because I have just about had it with the seriousness. 

“I always thought you preferred to pitch.”

I waggle my eyebrows at him in a flirtatious way. It's always fun because Takeshi understands innuendo about as well as Tsuna understands physics. He takes everything literally and it gives me a decent chuckle. 

Instead I find myself half pinned to the bed and Takeshi’s face wayyyy to close to my face. The high pitch sound that comes out of me is worthy of Tsuna. 

“For you, I would play any position.” He says in a low and ridiculously seductive tone. 

I immediately retaliate against this grave offence by aggressively jamming my fingers into his armpits. He launches himself away from me laughing. 

How dare he develop an understanding of pun based innuendo. My world has been thrown off its axis. 

I shall never forgive this…

Okay, I'm over it. 

 

“Fuck you man, don't pull that shit will me I invented that shit.” The words I speak are in jest. 

The pillow I chuck at his head most defiantly is not. 

Of course he snatches out of mid air and neatly throws it on to his own bed. Leaving me sad and pillowless. 

Curses, I didn't think this plan through. 

I would go and reclaim it but the IV line is still jammed into my forearm and that would lead only to more pain. For me at least. 

“Jerk.” I huff. 

And he just keeps laughing. 

I briefly consider going back to sleep, but no, I'm up now. Might as well make the best of this. 

“Seriously dude, are you okay?” I ask. 

He sits on the edge of his bed and stares at me quietly for a moment. 

“Better than I was…”

He looks away toward the dull light in the hall, and we both wait in silence as a nurse walks by our room. 

“I made dad cry.” He admits. 

“Yeah…”

 

There was no way that I could have ignored Yamamoto -san sobbing in the hallway. Lucky mom was there and she is awesome at comforting people. 

She had actually been pretty amused at my antics. Apparently, the old man had once done something similar back when they were dating. This does not make me feel any better about it. It actually makes me feel worse for having something in common with that asshole. 

It had made mom smile though so I'll let it slide. 

For now. 

“I didn’t -” 

He doesn't finish the thought. I don't think he knows how to. 

“Tsuna is actually really cool isn't he.” He says instead. 

“He really, really is.” 

And one day even he would believe it. 

“That funny little doctor guy recommended that the best medicine for me would be to spend more time hanging out with Tsuna.” 

Takeshi is beaming. 

“So I hope you don't mind if I tag along with you guys from now on.”

That sounds exactly like Reborn. 

Though I can't help but wonder if there are actual medical benefits that come from hanging out with a Sky Flame? And if so can we find a way to bottle it and sell it. 

 

A happy orange fire. Yours today for three easy payments of $9.99. 

 

“S’cool dude. Just prepare yourself for some high-octane shenanigans.”

I see a flash of teeth in the dark. 

“Looking forward to it.”


Takeshi was released into his fathers loving care after a 24 hour observation period. There was an awkward moment when Yamamoto-san came to pick him up and randomly grabbed me in the tightest hug. 

I stared wide eyed over his shoulder at Takeshi who gave me an equally wide eyed expression. He was still a little bit weepy which was even more awkward. 

Not knowing what else to do I gave him a couple solid pats on the back. 

Pat. Pat. 

Takeshi promised to come visit me tomorrow. 

And then I was alone in a big quiet hospital room. 

To be fair I didn't really have much of an opportunity to be lonely. I've spent most of my time here passed the fuck out. Because guess who the smart guy who gave himself god damn pneumonia is?

That's right, me. 

But the doc said I should be well enough to go home in a couple days so I guess that I'm just going to enjoy having this mini vacation from school. 

I'm sure Mrs. Nakamura will be so sad when she sees I'm not there to contradict her with smartass comments. Or to correct her English pronunciation. Which I'm sure is something that all English teachers love. 

And speaking of school…

“We brought you homework.”

Tsuna looks about as happy about this as I feel. Actually I think that we have the same expression on our faces. Because that is a huge stack of homework. 

What the hell? What did I miss!?

And then Reborn struts in win is tiny three piece suit and a paper cup of coffee. He’s looking debonair as usual and kicks Tsuna in his calf sending him stumbling forward with a yelp.  I reflexively lunge forward in bed and barley manage to catch the spill of books and notebooks and pens. 

“ Ciaossu Inari.” He greets.

“S’up.” I reply.

“Owww.” Groans Tsuna. 

It's hard to read Reborn's expression. The eyes in particular are difficult, mostly because they look like giant black buttons. Adorable, but utterly mysterious. 

But that being said; I am pretty sure he just rolled them at both of us. 

“Alright boys, no more slacking it's time for study.”

He leaps up onto my bed and lands without spilling a drop of the coffee. And you better believe that I am eyeing that coffee. 

“Aw, you guys brought the tutoring session to me? I'm touched.”

 

I actually really am. Tsuna is the one with the criminal destiny, not me. So Reborn doesn't really need to put the extra effort into me. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

I make a grab for the coffee. 

Reborn, of course, expertly dodges. 

“Don't think you can play hooky just because your in the hospital brat. I have a reputation to uphold after all. If you fall behind it reflects badly on me.”

Tsuna dumps the rest of the pile of textbooks on the nifty little rolling table the hospital had provided. It actually sags a little bit under the weight. 

“Holy crap, did you carry that all the way from school?” I ask as he flops across the bed in an exhausted heap. 

“We’re working on Dame-Tsuna’s stamina.” Reborn replies as he makes himself comfortable. 

I poke Tsuna and he hardly flinches.

“How’s it coming?”

“Slowly.”

Leon transforms into a paper fan which our all mighty overlord expertly wields to smack Tsuna back into the land of the living. 

One day in the far and distant future I need to remember to have a talk with Reborn about violence not always being the answer.

“You okay.” I ask Tsuna. 

“My arms feel like noodles. I think my arms are just permanently noodles now.”

I give his hair a playful ruffle. 

“That's what you get for always skipping gym class.”

“Not all of us are crazy stamina freaks like you are.” He tells me with a flat look. 

 

I choose to ignore the very pointed reference to my most recent adventure and instead fish out my math text book from the pile. As long as Reborn is here I might as well take advantage of his mathematical know how. Geometry has really been kicking my ass lately. 

Tsuna manages to pull himself up to a sitting position and half heartedly pulls out his own text book with a heavy sigh. 

“Anything interesting happen while I've been away? Has Hibari succeeded from the rest of the school to create his own totalitarian dictatorship? Is Mrs. Nakamura pining for me in my absence? Have you finally professed your undying love to Kyoko?”

Tsuna flushes so hard as that last one that I briefly worry that he's going to make himself pass out. 

“None of those things happened!”

“Boring.”

 

We settle in and let Reborn take the reins of the tutoring session. He's actually a really good teacher, just as long as you ignore the threats of violence and sadistic punishment games. Tsuna had actually managed to vet a solid C on the last math test we had. Which may not seem like much, but for him it is a monumental achievement. 

And the lions share of the credit goes to Reborn. Who has suffered through weeks of his student whining and complaining before Tsuna had finally given in and decided to put in some actual effort. 

“Soooooo, hows Takeshi?” I ask. 

Attempting to be nonchalant this and failing miserably.

“He said I’m a ‘cool guy’ and he' been eating lunch with Hayato and me since he came back.”

The disbelief in his voice is palpable.

“Me, Yamamoto-kun said ‘I’ was cool.”

Oh, Tsuna, bro. 

And also… “Hayato?”

I ask quirking an eyebrow at him.

He blushes bright red just like I knew he would. It’s just too easy to embarrass him.

“I- its Gokudera-kun’s first name,” he says, deliberately not making eye contact. “I made him call me Tsuna so it only seemed fair to return the favor.”

Tsuna trails off uncomfortably still staring at the wall.

I am so proud. Tsuna is upgrading his social links all on his own.

“Tsuna~”

His head snaps back towards me and he glares. He knows me much too well to miss the teasing tone in my voice.

“No, you’re going to make this weird. Please don’t make this weird. It doesn’t need to be weird.”

“Weird? Me? Would I do that?”

I totally would.

“You would, you absolutely would. You always do. Please, please don’t.”

I laugh.

“Yeah, yeah I get it. No bugging you about your budding bromances.”

Tsuna whines and buries his face in the math textbook.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed about developing strong relationships Dame-Tsuna,”  Reborn says jumping into the conversation.

“Gokudera and Yamamoto are good additions to your Famiglia.”

The mention of the mafia thing makes Tsuna snap up from the textbook and glare daggers at our diminutive tutor.

“Please don’t drag Yamamoto-kun into the mafia thing.”

 

Reborn predictably ignores his complaint and starts back in on the geometry lesson. Tsuna keeps glaring for a while longer before giving in and starting in on the mountain of homework before us. We go on for another forty-five minutes or so before Tsuna starts getting distracted and jittery. Reborn sends him out to get us all snacks.

“And coffee!” I yell after him.

And immediately resolve into a coughing fit, because yelling with a chest cold is dumb.

“He better get me that coffee.”

Reborn sits himself primly atop the tower of textbooks and stares at me. Petting Leon like he’s a supervillain in a campy spy movie.

I actually don’t know what the heck Leon is. I mean, Reborn calls him a chameleon, and okay he sort of looks like a chameleon. But he is also a harbinger of chaos, a shape-shifting weapon of mass destruction (and if I remember correctly a mini-magical-item-dispenser).

I’m not exactly up on my cryptozoology in this universe, however, even if I was I don’t think there is an entry in the mystical bestiary for ‘lizard that turns into a gun.’

Reborn notices my intense examination of his animal companion and wordlessly reaches out the hand with Leon resting on it toward me. I reach out my own creating a little bridge for him to cross over to me.

Oh my god. He has sticky little toes!

Leon’s tongue shoots out and sticks onto my face. I don’t even care. He is adorable.

“I keep meaning to ask you what he is.”

I gently run a finger down the chameleon’s back in a petting motion. I think he likes it? It’s hard to tell with reptiles.

“He’s a chameleon of course.”

I level Reborn with the flattest and unimpressed expression that I can muster with a lizard tongue sticking to my face.

“Chameleons don’t turn into guns.”

“This one does.” He says with a secretive smirk.

Jerk, Reborn knows very well by now that I can’t leave a mystery alone.

However, any attempt to stare him into submission is proving to be futile. I try anyway, but he just crosses his arms and stares back with his unnerving black eyes.

Curses.

“Can I get a hint?” I ask.

Conceding to his superior stare down skills.

He reaches out a tiny little hand again and Leon scurries back over and takes his rightful place atop the fedora.

“I’ll make you a deal Ragazzo,” he says after a beat of silence.  “You tell me about this ‘premonition of yours, and I will give you a ‘hint’.”

Premonition?

“What premonition?”

Did I have a premonition? I don’t remember having a premonition.

“Dame-Tsuna said that’s how you knew Yamamoto was planning on jumping that day. He said you ‘premonitioned’ it.”

Ah, I did say that, didn’t I.

 

Well now, this presents me with an interesting conundrum. What happened technically wasn’t a premonition. It had been my brain unlocking a plot point that had been locked up until that point. It was information from another world, another life brute-forcing itself into my brain, thankfully in time to save my friend.

Which does fit some definition of precognition, I guess. If you turn it upside-down and look at it from a certain angle at least.

But Reborn is fishing for specific information here. I’m just not sure what. He is doing his best to be all nonchalant but there is an intensity to his gaze that makes me nervous.

“What about it?” I ask not confirming or denying anything.

He’s too difficult to read and I don’t fancy accidentally stepping on a landmine.

I swear oneway I am going to be a master of reading Reborn’s micro-expressions and he will never be able to get away with withholding any important or interesting things from me. It’s going to be a personal mission of mine. Just give me like ten or fifteen years.

Reborn hums in consideration.

“You asked before why it was that Tsunayoshi was chosen to inherit the Vongola.”

Holy crap, full name usage. This must be even more serious than I thought.

“Yeah?”

“It is in part because he is the firstborn child of Sawada Iemitsu and thus the next blood-related heir to Vongola. But more importantly, it is because he checked off certain ‘ability’ requirements needed by the head of the Vongola Familiga.

Sky Flames. He has to mean the Sky Flames.

“You mean the fire stuff?” I ask, being deliberately reductive.

 

Silence.

 

Dead silence.

 

“… This would have been so much easier had you been a gullible dunce like your brother.”

“Oi! Rude!”

“Yes. Brat. The ‘fire stuff’ as you so eloquently put it.” Reborn continues completely ignoring my objection to him calling Tsuna an idiot. “Now tell me how often do you have these ‘premonitions.’”

Precognition is a Sky Flame thing, isn’t it?

I should have come up with a better lie while I was all hopped up on cold medication and antibiotics. One that would have preferably put me under less scrutiny.

But there is also a chance that I can use this as a loophole of sorts. I mean, yeah it’s complete bullshit and I do not, in actuality, have access to Sky Flames (or flames of any kind) but it’s not completely unreasonable that I could have inherited something from Vongola, right? I would be a convenient workaround for me knowing things I shouldn’t.

Well, in the absence of better superpowers at the moment…

“What do you count as premonitions?”

“Kid.” He growls obviously thinking that I’m still stalling.

“Hey, I am legitimately asking here. Do you mean full-on technicolor the hills are alive the sound of music, sirens blaring in my ears or like deja-vu or general bad feelings.”

“All. Of. It.”

“Oh….Often then?”

I then get the absolute pleasure of watching the worlds greatest hitman smack himself in the face. Reborn has achieved peak levels of exasperation. It is somewhat gratifying to know he can get just as frustrated as the rest of us.

He probably just has a higher tolerance considering the whole cursed to live a purgatorial existence in a comically tiny form.

He starts muttering to himself in angry Italian. I can’t understand what he’s saying but I do catch the word ‘idiot’ used liberally throughout the entire rant.

“You okay?”

Reborn glares at me from beneath the brim of his fedora. After a beat, it softens and he pinches the bridge of his nose. The moment of rage has passed apparently.

“Fine. I am going to have to have words with that idiot Iemitsu in the very near future about the importance of not withholding pertinent information from me.”

I can’t help but make a face. That is the second time in this conversation that the old man’s name has been mentioned and it’s starting to make my skin crawl. What does he have to do with anything anyway? It’s not like he’s ever here.

It’s not like he knows a thing about me or Tsuna.

“Dude, why would you ask that looser anything about us? He hasn’t been home in like eight years. I’m pretty sure that Tsuna legitimately thinks he’s dead.”

Reborn just stares at me. I think he has just about had it with this conversation now. If it wasn’t so disturbing to have the soulless black eyes continuing to bore into my soul it would almost be funny.

“For what it’s worth I don’t think this is anything to worry about,” I say in a vain attempt to console him. “I mean, I can’t do any of the crazy orange fire stuff that Tsuna can so I don’t think that anyone can worry about me trying to step on his toes and trying to usurp his claim to the mafia throne.”

“Any attempt at that would require you to kill him.”

 

My heart fucking stops.

 

“Excuse me?”

“Tsunayoshi is the heir designated by Vongola Nono. It has been wrote with his will. Any attempt to usurp him would require his death.”

“Never.”

I say it with all the conviction I have in me.

“I would rather die first.”

Never in a fucking million years. I will never hurt my brother.

Reborn turns to face the window. The rain has started to pour again. In the distance, I can hear a clap of thunder roll through the sky.

“It’s a shame that not all brothers share your sense of loyalty,” he says.

 

I get the feeling then that the conversation is over. And just in time too. Tsuna comes back in the room with a bag full of snacks and a tray of coffees from that artisanal shop down in the cafeteria.

“You're my hero, I love you,” I tell him as I take a sip of the lovely, lovely laté.

He smiles back at me and pops open the lid on the box of donuts that he got for us.

I can’t imagine a world where I would turn on my brother for power or glory or whatever else that Vongola may try to tempt its heirs with. Tsuna is my brother, my best friend. Tsuna is…

 

Well, he’s my Sky too, isn’t he?

Chapter Text

Two days later the hospital releases me which a clean bill of health. Mom, Tsuna and Reborn all come to pick me up, which is sweet of them. Not that I was expecting that they would make me walk home on my own, but I’m pretty sure that Reborn and Tsuna had more interesting things to do at the very least.

I am so ready to sleep in my own bed again. Away from the endless beeping, yelling and general ambient hospital sounds. I have a hard enough time combating my insomnia without all that. Once I started getting used to the medication they had me on I pretty much kissed good bye to sleep.

 

Also, my latest Reborn encounter had left me pretty on edge.

 

As we walk home Tsuna fills me in on all of the latest and greatest news from Namimori Middle School.

“We had an assembly yesterday so that the principal could talk to us about gang violence on the rise in town.” He tells me.

“Gang violence? You mean like the Disciplinary Committee?” It would serve Hibari right if someone in authority finally cracked down on his little para-military regime. But somehow I highly doubt it.

Tsuna shakes his head, “No, like an actual street gang with drugs and guns and stuff. Apparently there has been an increase in gang violence in the down town area.”

 

He's quite for a moment.

 

“I think it might have been the same people who kidnapped you that one time.” He whispers so that mom doesn't overhear.

Ah, those assholes. I spare a look at Reborn. Even though I am fairly certain he had played some hand in orchestrating that whole adventure I don't think he has anything to do with this gang stuff.

If I remember right, he doesn't associate with no-name riffraff.

He's an elitist snob.

“Something you want to say Inari-kun?” He says in a completely faux innocent voice.

“Nope.”

I turn back to Tsuna intent on changing the subject.

“So how are the guys?” I'm referring to a Takeshi and Hayato who have become his constant companions in my absence.

 

His face twists into something like a grimace.

 

“Takeshi and Hayato don't get along at all.” He complains.

That doesn't surprise me at all. Conflicting personality types and all that. Takeshi has probably been needling poor Gokudera (or Hayato now I guess) to see what happens. I'm sure they will settle into a stable dynamic eventually.

They just need a good old fashioned bonding moment to bring them close together.

“So I guess lunch time has been lots of fun.”

“I can't wait to have you back so I'm not the only one caught in the middle.” He complains.

“I think it's all part of your stunning magnetic personality.”

Tsuna levels me with a flat look. “Are you saying that I attract weirdos?”

I pause to think about it for a moment. Considering all the colourful characters that are on their way I'm going to have to say…

“Yes.”

Mom laughs as Tsuna makes a loud squawk in protest.

“Tsu-kun has made so many wonderful friends lately. “

I stumble as Reborn decides this is the perfect moment to jump ship from Tsuna’s shoulder to my own.

“Another premonition of yours?” He mutters in my ear.

It doesn't seem like Reborn will be letting go of the whole ‘premonition’ thing anytime soon. He must have caught my momentary pause. I really hope he looses interest with this soon. Or I think of a better lie.

Whichever comes first.

“Yup.” I agree as I cheerfully disclose no further information.

I am not helping my own case at all here.

“And Hibari-san keeps turning up everywhere lately.” Tsuna continues on. Unaware of our little exchange.

“Really?” Tsuna’s threat level must have been upgraded if Hibari has taken an active interest in him. But then he had born witness to Dying Will Tsuna who displayed inhuman feats of strength.

“He keeps asking about you.”Tsuna continues on, “You shouldn't fight him so often.”

 

I don't know how to respond to that. It seems like my sworn nemesis misses me. It's the down side of me being the only one crazy enough to fight him voluntarily.

 

“It's all part of our manly bond.” I inform him.

“Frequent violence?”

“That, and I really can’t stand that jerk.”

“… I really don't like that he's always picking fights with you.” Tsuna grumbles.

He's worried about me. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“It's all good bro, I can handle him.”

He grumbles, but doesn't offer any further comments on the Hibari front.

We're just going to have to cross that bridge when it comes for a beat down.

“Anything else I should know about on the school front?”

“Oh, Kyoko-chan!!” He exclaims so suddenly that I jump and look around trying to spot the girl in question.

She is nowhere to be seen.

“Uhhh, what about her?”

 

Tsuna then informs me in rapid and somewhat broken sentences that are becoming more and more nonsense the longer that he speaks that we (here meaning the two of us) are going to be working on a group project with the illustrious Kyoko Sasagawa. Apparently, just the mention of this impending collaboration with his lady love had fried the logic circuits in Tsuna’s brain. He kept going until he was just straining off into space with a dopey love struck look on his face.

 

“Tsuna, concentrate.” I snap my fingers in front of his face trying to get his attention.

“I know your all excited to be working with Kyoko, but I need to know what this project is on.”

“Huh?”

“What. Is. The. Project. On?” I enunciate slowly.

Mom laughs some more. I'm glad that me and Tsuna are such a good comedy duo today, if only to brighten hers.

“Tsu-kun has a crush, how adorable.”

“Moooooom.”

Tsuna turns bright red.

“Its really sweet honey. Your just as dumbstruck as I was when I first met your father.”

She’s been talking about the old man a lot lately. I know she misses him, no matter how much of a dead beat he is. He better call her soon, or else I'm going to have to get on a plane to Italy and go kick his ass.

Or better yet, I'll hire Reborn to go kick his ass for me. I'll probably have to sell him my soul or something but it would be worth it.

It doesn't look like I'm going to be getting any more sense out of Tsuna until the Kyoko haze wears off. Oh well, I guess I'll figure out what the project is on later. I'm sure we have time.


Or maybe fucking not. Because as soon we turn the corner of our street and I can see, even from the end of the block, that Kyoko Sasagawa is standing in front of our front gate. Apparently awaiting our arrival.

When Tsuna said we would be working on a project with her I didn't think he had meant in the immediate now!

“Tsuna-kun! Inari-kun!” She calls to us in a cheerful greeting.

Well, at least now I know why Tsuna went offline so suddenly once he had mentioned Kyoko. I glance back over to him to see that he has dissolved into a blushing and stammering mess.

 

He has absolutely no game.

 

Mom slips past all of us to unlock the door and usher everyone into the house.

“You kids get settled and I'll bring you out some coffee and snacks for your study date.”

At the word ‘date’ we loose Tsuna completely. His soul vacates his body and we are left with a husk that has been left over.

“Hey Kyoko, how have you been?” I ask, because I have at lease some social skills.

“I’ve been good, schools been really exciting lately.”

“Exciting is a word for it.”

I feel her eyes lock on to Reborn, who is still perched upon my shoulder like a demented parrot. I actually think he might have been doing something with his magical sunshine fire, because ever since he had hitched a ride the lingering pain in my chest has subsided.

 

Has Kyoko met Reborn yet?

 

They haven't crossed paths in my presence yet at the very least.

Should I introduce them?

“Who is this little cutie?” She asks taking the decision out of my hands.

“Ciaossu, I’m Reborn.” He introduces himself.

 

I have a feeling that we missed an important plot point somewhere along the way here. Reborn and Kyoko should have crossed paths long before this. Like the day after he arrived or something. Right? Or am I remembering things wrong.

I mean I don't think it will have any negative effects in the grand scheme of things. But it is still odd.

 

“Is he your little brother?” She asks me and Tsuna.

“I’m their tutor.” He answers with a hint of irritation.

“That's so sweet that your playing pretend together.” She coos.

Yeah, this shit must get really irritating for him.

“I'm also a hitman.” He says flatly.

Kyoko seems to have resolved to believe the most mundane answer in this scenario and Reborn's minor protest had fallen on deaf ears. But to be fair to Kyoko no one outside of our little bubble of reality warping weirdness would ever readily accept that someone with the physical appearance of a baby would be in any way qualified to teach or monitor a couple of teenagers.

I feel sort of bad for him, but Tsuna is more than happy to go along with this misinterpretation. He jumps pack to life and begins telling Kyoko about how Reborn is our young cousin from Italy who is staying with us for awhile.

It's so boring in comparison to the truth. And I'm sure that in some other bizarre reality it is the truth.

Tsuna always gets weird whenever someone brings up the fact that Reborn has absolute authority over us. And I guess I sort of understand where he's coming from. Tsuna has always cared way too much about what other people think.

And the thought of a child, no matter how talented and intelligent, being seen as more capable then he is, is just too much for his poor ego to deal with. It shouldn't be an issue though, I mean, travel sized or not Reborn is pretty fucking cool.

And Tsuna should have some inkling by now that Reborn isn't actually a child…right?

I mean even without my super cool foreknowledge I think I would be able to tell that something isn't quite right with our home tutors whole situation.

Okay, so maybe it was a little out of the realm of possibility for Tsuna to make those intuitive leaps.

No one expects cursed rainbow babies to be the answer.

“He really is our tutor though.” I say, because I owe Tsuna back for forgetting to tell me about the whole group project thing.

Neither of them pay any attention to my little insertion. They are just busy being adorable and innocent together.

“So what’s this project on anyway?” I ask, somewhat desperately.

“Oh, Tsuna-kun didn't tell you?”

Somebody better tell me something soon or I'm going to fucking scream!

“No.”

“We’re doing a collaborative writing project for literature class. We're supposed to write about our dreams for the future based on our elementary school ‘when I grow up’ projects.”

 

Oh.

 

Oh, no.

 

No, no, no.

 

I don't want to do that.

Tsuna, upon hearing this reminder, gives me a look that clearly communicates ‘oh fuck.’ It is a look that is probably mirrored exactly by my own face.

Those papers are somewhat problematic.

For various reasons.

Paramount of all being the embarrassment they are likely to cause us. Although for different reasons.

Those papers had also been buried deep within the depths of the linen closet never to be seen again. There are some things that should just be allowed to fade out of memory. Such as the personal writing projects of a pair of somewhat troubled and impulsive seven year olds.

Me and Tsuna share a look of silent understanding. We were going to lie through our teeth and admit to nothing.

“Oh no, I don't think we kept those.” I say with my voice filled with faux regret.

“Yeah, I think mom threw those out ages ago.” Tsuna says adding in to the deception check.

“Really?” Reborn is clearly not buying our bullshit.

But I'm hoping that in the absence of viable evidence to the contrary he will drop it.

“What have I thrown out?” Mom asks. She comes back into the room with a tray of coffees and treats. “I never throw away anything that my boys make.”

“It was just a homework assignment from years ago,” Tsuna says quickly, “nothing important.”

Yeah, not suspicious at all there bro bro.

“They were ‘my plans for the future’ from back in elementary school.” Kyoko chirps in helpfully.

“Oh! I have those!”

 

Apparently too helpfully!

 

Me and Tsuna share a horrified look across the table. This is bad. Not only did we fail to properly dispose of those embarrassing things, now it's worse, because now Reborn is curious. Tsuna is frantically shaking his head, desperate to get the cease and desist order across.

Unfortunately, mom is already half way out of the room.

“You boys were always so cute,” she calls back to us, “Just give me a second and I'll go fetch them for you.”

Oh well, no stopping it now.

 

I sigh.

 

“So ,Kyoko, what did you want to be in the future when you were seven?”

We might as well get on with this.

“A police officer.” She answers with a serene smile.

Ah, well, that might make things a little bit awkward for Tsuna.

The mob boss and the police officer, star crossed lovers. It sounds like something straight out of one of those harlequin romances that mom likes to read. Though judging by the look on a Tsuna’s face he's more concerned with the inevitable arrest.

“That's cool. You still want to be a cop?”

“Nope.”

Tsuna breathe a sigh of relief.

“So what are your plans now?” He asks.

“I want to be a secret agent like in the movies.”

She is smiling in that lovely serene way that she is known for but the longer that we go without responding a level of uncertainty creeps into her eyes and she starts to fidget uncomfortably.

It's good to know that me and Tsuna aren't the only once with odd aspirations for the future.

Reborn nods in approval, “it's good to aim high.”

 

I’m glad that someone said something because I’ve really been caught by the the strange vision of our class idol decked out in leathers like Black Widow. Not really my thing, but an interesting visual.

 

Tsuna, on the other hand, makes his little squealing noise and falls over. Kyoko leans over and gives him a concerned look and an experimental poke when he doesn't move.

He sits bolt upright, his face is read as a fire hydrant and he stutters and stammers. He must have had the leather vision as well.

One day, Tsuna will be able to carry out a normal interaction with this girl, but that is not this day.

“I know it's a bit of an odd career choice for a girl,” Kyoko says, “but it's not that strange right?”

“It's badass is what it is.” I tell her.

She smiles.

“What about you two? What did you dream of becoming when you were kids?”

“Uhhhhh.”

We share another pointed look.

By now they both must know that it's embarrassing. And they wouldn't be wrong in that assumption. In terms of sheer weirdness to come out of the mouth of a seven year old, I think that I might even have it worse than Tsuna does.

His at least could sort of be played off as a child with an over active imagination. Mine on the other hand…

Well let's just say that, looking back, it is entirely possible that bits an pieces of information from another world might have been leaking trough my entire life.

That or I was exposed to some R rated movies and trashy reality TV when I was way too young.

“I found them!” Mom says, coming back into the room with perfect timing.

We reach out to take our respective paper.

“Thanks mom.”

“Where did you even find them?” Tsuna asks.

“I found them in the linen closet when I was doing some spring cleaning. They must have ended up in the laundry somehow.”

 

Note to self: never hide anything in the linen closet.

 

“Well, I’ll leave you kids to your project. Have fun.”

And then we're left facing the combined expectant gazes of Reborn and Kyoko. There has been too much build up at this point for us to chicken out now. The sadistic glint in Reborn's eye tells me all I need to know about what he thinks about this situation.

I peek at my paper. It's still weird but not quite as bad as I though it was and not as long as I though it was. Though a paragraph in second grade almost equates to a three page essay these days.

I really do wish that I had just written mad scientist though.

“Tsuna, you go first.”

“What? Why?!”

Because I really don't want to go first bro.

“Dame-Tsuna, cowardice is not an attractive trait for a mafia boss to show in front of a lady.” Reborn chides him.

Tsuna looks like he wants to argue the ‘mafia boss’ thing, but amazingly it also looks like he wants to man up and impress his lady love.

Impressively, the option to man up and get it the fuck over with actually wins.

He holds up the page with a grimace on his face.

“My name is Tsuna. Everyone says I'm Dame-Tsuna. But when I grow up I'm going to become a giant robot. I won't be worthless Tsuna anymore. And then I will have friends.”

His voice is completely flat as he reads it and the grimace on his face deepens.

The rest of the page is decorated with a doodle of a robot that bore a vague resemblance to my brother.

I had forgotten how much self loathing had been put into those few sentences. See, it's one thing for a kid to imaginatively write something like ‘when I grow up I'm going to become an awesome giant robot like a Gundam or Voltorn and fight the forces of evil!’ It is another thing entirely for a little kid to write ‘I'm a worthless piece of shit and I hope that one day someone will rebuild me as something better and more functional.’

The teacher we had that year had made it even worse when he had read Tsuna’s little paper out loud in front of the entire class and had mocked him for it.

 

He had laughed. At a seven year old boy in front of all of his peers and had encouraged them all to join in.

 

That man had been a fucking asshole. And I live happily with the knowledge that I had gotten that asshole fired.

“That…sure is something a Tsuna-kun.” Kyoko responds awkwardly.

“Yeah…” Tsuna trails off.

“Inari-kun?” Kyoko prompts me.

If they are counting on me to end this awkward encounter they have another thing coming.

“When I grow up I'm going to beat the ever loving shit out of anyone who ever tries to mess with my brother. And I'm going to marry a billionaire and I'll have a bunch of nice cars and drink martinis every day. I'm going to be more badass than all you other fuckers and you can just suck it.”

I had been a foul mouthed little shit.

And yes, I did want to be trophy husband.

I bask in the ongoing awkward silence.

To be perfectly honest, the dream really hasn't changed that much. At the most it would require some tweaking to include the Italian mafia, and magical fire that I may or may not possess.

I really want me some magical fire power though.

“So,” I continue powering right through the awkward silence, “somehow we need to reconcile these three very different ideas into one cohesive essay.”

“Obviously we are going to need to veer into the realm of fiction because these ideas are much too different to be brought together in any other way.”

“We can make is like a spy thriller.” Kyoko jumps on board with way more excitement than I would have anticipated.

 

Seriously Tsuna, you better ask her out on a date soon.

 

“Yeah, yeah , yeah, you'll be our super cool secret agent protagonist, Tsuna will be your partner who has been transformed into a cyborg by the villain.”

“And what about you Inari-kun?”

“I, of course, will play the role of the villains roguish boy toy who is playing both sides until I discover that Tsuna is my long lost twin brother and switch to the side of good.”

Tsuna shoots this forlorn look between the two of us as we continue to brainstorm our literary masterpiece. He sighs, picks up his pencil and notebook and starts to take notes.


We go on working like that for another two hours. By this point Tsuna has filled up most of the notebook and me and Kyoko have moved on to the sequel in what is shaping up to be a blockbuster script.

Reborn has been lounging over on the couch taking apart and cleaning a revolver. He looks over at us ever once in awhile when we start getting too loud.

When he begins to deliberately spin the cylinder and stare unblinkingly at us I know that he is plotting something.

I mean it's Reborn so he is always plotting something. But it seems that he has something particular in mind for the three of us.

“You have all been working so diligently,” he says casually. “How about you take a break and we play a game.”

He hops down from the couch and saunters toward us. He spins the revolver dextrously before setting it down on the table between the three of us.

 

We all look at it.

 

“Got a specific game in mind dude?” I ask.

“Russian Roulette.” He replies with a smirk.

“Isn't that dangerous?” Tsuna asks, “Why would we want to play something so dangerous?”

He looks to Kyoko, obviously hoping that she would be a voice of reason. He obviously hasn't been listening very closely to our tales of alternate universe Kyoko who is a gun toting badass.

“Sounds like fun!” She chirps clamping her hands excitedly.

I reach out and pick up the revolver.

“Is this real?”

“It's a toy.” Reborn assures us.

He's lying. I don't exactly have much experience with guns but I am fairly certain that this is a real gun.

Now I'm sure that he has something specific planned.

“So who wants to go first?”

“I will!” Kyoko instantly volunteers and reaches out her hand for the revolver.

I hand it over to her pointedly ignoring the look of panic on Tsuna’s face. I am going to trust that Reborn is not going to actively try and kill us.

She takes the gun in hand and aims it at her own temple. Kyoko really fits in with this crazy family doesn't she? I mean, we've never really hung out all that much, but the few times that we have she has been down to go along with the crazy. It's a shame that she never got a chance to level up in the ‘original timeline.’

 

“Wow, this is more nerve wracking then I thought it would be.”

 

Kyoko takes the revolver in her hands and nervously presses the barrel against her temple. She is shaking. Apparently, even with Reborn assuring everyone that it was just a toy her self preservation instincts were kicking in.

“Kyoko-chan, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” Tsuna says reassuringly.

Which is apparently all the encouragement she needed to actually get on with things because the next thing I know a shot rings out in our living room and Kyoko drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

 

Holy shit!

 

“Is she dead!?” Tsuna shrieks, turning to Reborn with accusation in his eyes.

“Don’t be stupid Dame-Tsuna, I never would give you idiots a gun loaded with real bullets.”

“Would you give us a gun loaded with unreal bullets?” I ask tentatively.

“There was a Deathperation Bullet loaded in the chamber.” He confirms, still showing no reaction to the fact that there is a motionless thirteen year old girl on our living room floor.

Tsuna lets out a wordless exclamation of outrage as he rushes to her side, using his non-existent first aid skills to check for a pulse.

“We just have to hope that she had something that she regretted.”

“And what if she didn’t!?” Tsuna demands.

“I know how to hide a body Dame-Tsuna, I’m not an amateur.”

 

Reborn is a stone cold killer.

 

Tsuna looks like he’s gearing himself up for a full scale panic attack, when an explosion of light erupts from Kyoko’s body. Sparkling yellow flames bursting through her skin and a burst of concentrated sunshine centred on her forehead.

Her eyes snap open.

Brilliant gold instead of their usual honey brown.

And then she sits bolt upright…

 

Leaving the majority of her clothing behind!!!

 

“Kyoko-chan!” Tsuna wails in mortification.

“Who invented those bullets anyway?” I ask Reborn, doing my very best not to stare at the glowing half naked girl standing in the centre of our living room.

“Vongola Primo.” He answers simply.

“So what your saying is that our ancestor was a fucking pervert.”

Reborn doesn't dignify this with a response.

Kyoko in dying will mode is nothing like Tsuna in dying will mode. There is none of the screaming or uncontrollable rage that seems to personify my brother when he takes one of those magic bullets.

 

This probably says something about the levels of rage that he is repressing. We should probably talk about that at some point.

 

She regards the room in slow consideration before her eyes fall upon the revolver that is still in her grip.

“This will do.”

The prim feminine voice carries with it an undeniable air of threat with it that immediately sends a chill down my spine.

 

What will do?

 

And also why?

 

And also WHAT?

 

“I'm going to borrow this.” She says gesturing to Reborn with the gun.

“There’s no bullets left-” He starts to say before the same yellow fire fills the chamber and she spins it experimentally.

“Never mind.” He says.

“Reborn?”

“This might be a problem.”

The panic that fills my soul when these words leave Reborn's mouth is indescribable. The fact that it is closely accompanied by the sound of glass shattering as Kyoko bursts through our living room window clad in only her panties and a bra.

Which according to anime logic is the most powerful armour of all.

“KYOKO-CHAN!” Tsuna shrieks bolting to the window and looking helplessly after her as she marches down our walkway and out of view.

 

“Uhhh, Reborn?”

 

Leon darts down his arm and transforms into a small green hand gun that Reborn cocks dramatically and takes aim.

“Go after her Dame-Tsuna.” He orders, and fires.

With a burst of orange fire and a roar Tsuna explodes out of his clothing and throws himself out the OTHER window in a mad pursuit of Kyoko.

“I have no idea how we're going to explain this to mom.”

“Worry about the small stuff later Ragazzo,” Reborn says as he leaps onto my shoulder, “after them.”

And with that I'm running, taking only the briefest moment to slip on my shoes at the front door before I'm hot on their trail. The ache in my lungs returns momentarily and I almost dissolve into a coughing fit, when a warmth stars radiating from the back of my neck seeping into my skin and chasing away the pain and exhaustion.

I never would have pegged Reborn as a white mage, but somehow it almost fits him. In a roundabout way at least.

“Thanks.”

He doesn’t say anything, but the healing warmth intensifies. Something fun that I didn’t know about Sun Flames until this moment was that shot of fucking adrenaline that closely follows the infusion. It's like downing a six energy drinks. An explosion of energy on the cellular level.

My mitochondria are dancing the fucking samba right now.

I take off after Tsuna like a fucking race car. Launching over a mailbox and scampering up a wall to get a better view of my targets.

Lucky for me, it’s not too hard to spot a couple of glowing teenagers rampaging through the suburbs in their underpants.

Their stampede has a distinct downtown trajectory to it. Kyoko is going to fucking kill someone. There is no other explanation for why our class idol would take a god damn gun with a look like that on her face. She constantly has assholes confessing their ‘love’ for her and trying to manhandle her. It’s probably some jerk from school.

In which case we should probably stop her from killing them.

Let’s not kill normie teens.

 

Hana is going to kill me.

 

Hana is most definitely going to kill me no matter what happens here. As soon as she finds out that I let her best friend run around the city in nothing but her bra and panties she is going to kick my ass.

And to that point, I am feeling a great deal more uncomfortable about Kyoko in Dying-Will-Mode (or is this Hyper Dying Will now?) than I ever did about Tsuna.

 

It is probably because she is orders of magnitude more terrifying than he will ever be.

 

I make a running leap off the wall and land in a full out sprint. Even going at full speed I will have a hard time catching up with the two imbued with supernatural strength while I’m on foot, Sun Flame booster shot or no.

 

“I’m going to need to jack a bike or something,” I inform Reborn through panted breaths.

He hums in acknowledgment but offers no other commentary. I get the sense that even he is a litter perturbed by this situation.

“So, you know, keep your eyes out for a fucking bike or whatever.”

He tugs hard on my hair and I yelp.

“Watch your mouth Ragazzo.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

I sprint another four blocks or so when Reborn cuts in,

“On your left.”

I pivot hard without thinking, and where I expect to see some idiots some idiots unchained bicycle I come face to face with Hibari Kyoya.

 

On a motorcycle.

 

Fuck me, I don’t have time for this shit.

 

“Sawada.” He says with a predatory glint in his eyes, which only sharpens when he notices Reborn there with me.

“And the baby.”

He makes a motion that I immediately recognize as a prelude to an imminent fight. I really don’t have time for this right now though. I need to catch up with Tsuna and Kyoko and either stop them from committing murder or help them commit murder. I’m still not clear on that.

I make a split second decision.

One that I am most likely to end up regretting in the very near future.

I march right up to my mortal nemesis (who even seated on a motorcycle is still taller than me which is extremely irritating) and look him dead in the eye.

“I will fight you as many god damn times as you want for a whole fucking week if you help me catch up with with those two glowing idiots right the fuck now.”

Apologies Kyoko for calling you an idiot, but desperate times and all that.

Hibari’s eyes narrow in consideration and after a long moment of silence I feel something hard shoved against my chest. I look down and see...a helmet?

“Get on.”

Let me make one thing clear. I have never in this life or any other ridden on a motorcycle. And let me tell you now I hate it. Immediately after taking my seat behind Hibari and feeling the engine rev I proceed to cling to him for dear life.

He makes an ‘oomph’ sound and I realize that I am probably crushing his ribs, but I really could not care less.

“You should hang on tight,” I tell Reborn.

“You’re still too green to be worrying about me.”

If he has any further commentary it is lost in the roar of the engine and the gust of wind that blasts into us as Hibari takes off in high speed pursuit.


I blank out the drive. There is no way that I can force myself to remain cognizant for this. I can put up with a lot by putting my life in Hibari Kyoya’s questionable hands is one step too far.

And more to the point, I have learned something important about myself today: I am petrified of motorcycles.

I am fairly certain that I actually cracked some of Hibari’s ribs. Not that he would tell me if I did. He deserves it anyway for driving like a maniac.

We did actually manage to catch up with Tsuna and Kyoko who had skirted the downtown centre and led us straight into the industrial district. It’s not the nicest part of town. Most of the warehouses around here have been abandoned in favour of new infrastructure outside of town. This particular conglomerate of storage facilities is somewhat infamous for gang activity.

And actually looks vaguely familiar.

Isn’t this where I was kidnapped to a few weeks back?

Huh.

Enemy hideout encountered. Apparently.

Though I still don’t know why.

 

I look over to Tsuna who has collapsed onto his ass his flame slowly dying out but not quite extinguished yet. He has returned enough to his right mind enough to be freaking the heck out now though. His gaze is locked onto Kyoko, which is fair considering she looks more like an avenging angel bathed in divine light than out classmate right now.

 

She's totally badass.

 

But still in her underpants.

 

“Inari,” Tsuna hisses at me, “clothes.” He gestures toward Kyoko while doing his best to cover his own shame.

I give Reborn a sidelong glance. “If I give her my hoodie is it going to instantly dissolve from the nuclear radiation or whatever the hell this is?”

He gives her an appraising look, “Not at this point.”

“Kay.”

I quickly shuck off my hoodies and hand it over to her.

“I’m totally down for this mission of vengeance or whatever the heck this is, but please put this on before Tsuna has an aneurism.”

Kyoko stares at it quietly for a moment before grabbing it and sliding it on.

“Thank you.”

“So, uh, Kyoko-chan?” Tsuna stammers still red as a brick, “What are we doing here?”

She doesn’t look at him. Just continues to stand there and quietly regard the warehouse we have gathered in front of. And then she speaks.

“The men who hang out here are terrible people. They have been extorting the people in my neighbourhood and last week they attacked my brother.”

She raises the revolver and reignites the chamber with sun flames.

“I am going to teach them a lesson.”

From the look of how things are shaping up it is going to be the lesson of a quick and painful death.

Holy shit though, Kyoko has the world’s greatest poker face. I never would have guessed she had something so heavy weighing on her mind. But then again it’s not like either of us know her all too well.

I hope Ryohei is okay.

He’s a couple years above us so I don’t know him all that well. But the based on the knowledge gleaned from another universe he is a pretty cool dude.

Whatever happened to him must have either been really bad to have the usually peaceable and polite Kyoko going off the deep end like this, or she subscribes to the same school of ‘disproportionate retribution on behalf of my big brother’ that I do. I have a feeling it’s the later. If anything tragic had happened to the captain of the boxing team there would have been a school wide announcement.

“Shouldn’t we call the police or something?” Tsuna asks looking between the lot of us somewhat desperately.

“Those crowding herbivores would never bother coming here.” Hibari responds, “they are nothing more than cowardly sheep.”

Tsuna, who apparently failed to notice who I arrived on motorcycle with, just barely manages to smother his own shriek of terror.

“Hi-Hi-Hibari-san!?”

“Not really important right now bro.”

“What- But-“ He starts and stops several sentences looking from me to Reborn to Hibari and then to our resident angel of vengeance Kyoko.

He sighs and pulls himself up.

“Can I at least have some pants?” He grouses at Reborn.

Half a second later Tsuna is smacked in the face by a pair of cargo pants that Reborn summoned from the ether. He quickly shimmies into them and then sneaks around so I am a solid barrier between him and Hibari.

 

Chicken.

 

But, okay, I get it.

 

“Welp, if we’re actually going to do what I think we’re going to do you kids hang tight while I go do what I do best.”

“What’s that?” Tsuna asks warily.

“Vertically scale a fucking building.”


So, good news and bad news.

The good news is that we seem to be dealing with our basic garden variety thug infestation. I recognize a couple of them from back a few weeks ago when I was briefly kidnapped in one of Reborn’s schemes to get Tsuna to man up. They still have the bruises that he gave them too.

Now the bad news.

There is at least twenty-six of them in there from what I was able to spot from my ceiling rafter vantage point. And there is also something that looks vaguely like a ramshackle meth lab in the back of the warehouse. Because apparently we’re doing a Breaking Bad crossover now.

Once I manage to quietly shimmy back down the drain pipe I relay this important tactical information to the rest of my adventuring party who gaze back at me with variations of the dead eye stare.

“Two of them have semi-automatic weapons,” I go on, “So we should probably use an element of surprise or something to take them out first.”

For a moment I wish that Hayato had come along with us on this random quest. His dynamite would be awesome for taking out all these fuckers in one go. And then I remember the meth lab, and no, that would be all sorts of a bad idea.

“You really have brought the best sort of trouble.” Hibari says busting out the tonfa and licking his lips like the violent creeper he absolutely is.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Tsuna cuts in with frantic and emphatic hand waving. “We’re thirteen and those are actual real criminals with guns! What the hell are we going to do against them?!”

 

He’s not wrong.

 

Magical mafia bullshit aside this whole situation is completely buck wild. And I have no roadmap here. I have no alternate universe information about this situation, because as far as I can tell this situation never happened in that story. There are no guarantees here.

 

And I’m not going to lie.

I kind of love it.

 

“We are going to dispense some good old fashioned vigilante justice on these morons for having the audacity to start shit in our town against our people.”

“But-“

“Tsuna, bro, these fuckers are so bad that they have inspired the divine wrath in Kyoko Sasagawa who I’m pretty sure is the most chill person either of us know.”

“And you heard the apex predator over there, the cops are too scared to do anything about ‘em. And if these assholes are left to go unchecked who knows who they might hurt next. And besides all that we’ve had encounters with these fucks before and last time you beat the ever loving shit out of them.”

I clap a hand onto his shoulder. I’m kind of hoping that the power of inspiration will just sort of absorb into him.

His head is turned down and his bangs have cast a shadow over his eyes so I can’t get a great read on his mood. But seriously though, if Tsuna isn’t one hundred percent down with his we’ll bail. We get Reborn to uses his Dying Will negating mallet we grab Kyoko and we run like hell.

Hibari can do whatever the fuck he wants to do.

I wait a bit. It feels like our whole little party here is holding it’s breath waiting for Tsuna’s decision.

I catch Reborn out the corner of my eye staring us down with an intense and completely unreadable expression.

A beat passes.

Tsuna clasps his hand over mine. When he looks back at me I watch as his brown eyes bleed to orange and the flames that had all but died out reignite.

 

And Tsuna is filled with god damned DETERMINATION.

 

“What’s the plan?”


The plan goes like this:

 

“Yo! Ugly!” I shout down from on high.

“Yeah you who made the poor choice of facial tattoos.”

I’m the distraction. Of course I’m the distraction, what else would I be? Who else but me can piss off an entire warehouse full of baddies while jumping around like a lemur and narrowly avoiding death.

I land loudly on the pyramid of crates that is set up under the row of broken windows that I had peaked through earlier. I immediately start screaming insults at whoever is in sight, paying special attention to the two creeps with the semi-automatic handguns.

Lucky for me, neither of them have the wear with all to instantly shoot me in the head.

They really are incompetent thugs. Heavily armed incompetent thugs, but incompetent none the less.

“What the fuck?”

I have the attention of all two dozen people in this warehouse. And even better than that I seem to have a surprise round against them. Which would be awesome if I could do some kind of super cool move to take a whole bunch of them out at once.

As it stands I can only do this:

“Taser!”

I raise up the weapon that I had pilfered from these same idiots weeks ago and pull the trigger. The probes discharge at high velocity and latch into my chosen target. A millisecond later a massive discharge of electricity travels down the cables and pours into him.

Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting but I’ll say right now, it wasn’t the Pikachu esque thunder-shock that transformed him into a charred and smoking heap on the ground.

 

“That was cool.”

 

There is a moment of stunned silence in the warehouse following this before one of the guys by the ramshackle meth lab (and I can’t help but notice how they are all wearing industrial gas masks which is concerning) hollers:

“Get that fucking kid!”

 

I had no idea my stupid distraction would work so well.

 

They all rush forward toward me. There is a mad scramble to grab weaponry and the other guy with the semi-automatic is having a problem with the safety.

Which gives Tsuna ample opportunity to sneak up from behind and judo throw him on to the ground.

He makes a satisfying ‘gack’ sound when his back slams into the concrete and then twists into a convex shape and passes out cold. I can’t help but note that he is also a little on fire, thanks to Tsuna’s crazy fire hands.

The guys that had bone witness to Tsuna’s sneak attack seemed awestruck by the kid who was literally on fire before them. And really who can blame them? Tsuna is super fucking cool right now.

And he doesn't give them time to recover, bull-rushing one and hurling him into the wall.

Kyoko shoots six more of them down with some crazy laser sunbeams that don’t so much pierce into them as they do stun them in an aura of golden light. They don’t really move after that but they aren’t dead. Which is good, because I don’t think Kyoko would be able to live with herself if she literally shot someone dead.

 

Under the influence of supernatural bullets or no.

 

Reborn has taken up point on her shoulder. I assume he is imparting some wisdom about using Sun Flames to kick ass.

Hibari charges around like the god damn tank he is clubbing down our enemy combatants. I actually hear a few of them shriek “Hibari Kyoya!” When they spot him and make an attempt to flee.

Not that any of them get really far.

It doesn’t take long for complete chaos to erupt. Three more of them try to swarm Tsuna with bats and brass knuckle. I launch myself off from the top of the crate pyramid and land feet first on one of their shoulders sending him crashing into the ground hard.

I reach out with the taser again and jam it into the ass of the dick with the bad dye job who I recognize from my ill conceived kidnapping. Once again the eruption of electricity is unexpected, but hey, I’m not going to complain.

“And ya’ toasted.”

“Inari...” Tsuna groans.

“What?”

He doesn’t answer me. Instead he punches the remaining punk in the nose with his flaming fist.

“Mother fucker.” Curses said punk clutching his bleeding nose and glaring at us through watering eyes, “What’s wrong with you fucking brats?”

“Just think of us as the neighbourhood watch.” I tell him just as Hibari comes up from behind and clubs him across the back of the head.

 

There are about ten left standing at this point. The four with the gas masks are still in defensive position around their chemistry set. Whatever it is they are making they are devoted to protecting it.

I also can’t help but notice that they all look extremely nervous and not about the supernaturally imbued teenagers attacking them.

Note to self: whatever that is it’s probably even more dangerous than I think it is.

“Yo! Who’s in charge of this operation?!”

I address the ones left standing. They all look at each other with equally dumb expressions which tells me all I need to know about the structure of this organization. Nonexistent is what it is.

If they do have a boss of some sort they aren’t in the building right now.

“Hey Kyoko-chan this is your show, did you want to address the class?”

She steps up and I can’t help but marvel at the vision she creates. She bathed in yellow golden light that sparkles in prismatic bursts. The most impressive part though is how the flames have convalesced and formed behind her in what looks like honest to god angel wings.

I don’t know if it is her own little flare for the dramatic or if it has some greater meaning. Either way it looks totally badass.

“You are all going to put down your weapons and march yourselves to the police station where you will confess to your crimes and accept your punishment without complaint. You will never come back to this neighbourhood or harass my neighbours or my brother ever again.” She raises the revolver, “Or next time you wont be getting back up again.”

Kyoko fires off another chaotic burst of sunshine laser beams that send our new friends fleeing for their lives. Some pause to pick up their injured and unconscious comrades, before running scared like the incompetent gangsters they are.

And then there is only one poor fool left. One of the gas mask dudes who’s holding up a crowbar and has planted himself between us and the drug lab (?)

I saunter up to him doing my best to get a look at what’s cooking on the table. There are colourful concoctions bubbling in their beakers, well sealed packages, and, what stands out the most, polished violet crystals giving off an eerie glow.

So, maybe not drugs.

Which begs the question; what the hell is it then?

I catch sight of Hibari behind him and I smile in the most threatening way I can muster right now. I walk right up into this random goons personal space completely ignoring the crowbar that he still has clutched in his shaking hands and clap a hand around his upper arm. The spark of electricity travels from me to him and I can feel his muscles lock up when the current runs through him.

“Choose life dude.” I tell him as Hibari brings his tonfa down on the table breaking it in half sending everything crashing to the ground in a cacophony of breaking glass.

He breaks from my grip and bolts toward the exit, not even taking half a second to look back. That’s a bad sign.

A haze of purple and indigo starts to swirl up from the mess on the floor. I briefly consider grabbing one of the glowing gems but decide against it. Fuck it, if it’s important I’m sure we will encounter more at some point.

“Yeah, we should leave.”

“Tsuna!” Reborn calls out and Tsuna is there next to him and Kyoko in an instant. She is wavering dangerously eyes drooping and the Sun Flames finally dying out. She drops and Tsuna catches her in his arms and lifts her up bridal style.

A strange cracking and chiming sound starts to arise from the slaw of chemicals and broken chemistry equipment on the ground and a feeling of dread immediately fills me.

 

MOVE. MOVE. MOVE. MOVE. MOVE.

 

The urge to get out of this building ASAP intensifies and I sprint toward Tsuna latching on to one of the belt loops in his pants and tugging him toward the exit. Something that sounds like cherry bombs being set off starts popping off behind us.

“Leaving now!”


Later that night once we deliver Kyoko safely back home and Tsuna is passed out cold face down in his bed; Reborn hops up next to me and smacks me hard across the head.

“OW! What the heck was that for?!”

“Brat, next time you feel the urge to inspire someone do me a favour and don’t use your WILL to do so unless your absolutely sure you can deal with the consequences.” He growls.

And even coming from that cherubic face it is terrifying.

But also confusing.

“What?”

He very pointedly does not answer me, turning around in his hammock and aggressively snoring.

 

“What?”

Chapter Text

I have come to the extremely important conclusion that I know jack about shit. Either the information that was bequeathed onto me by supernatural entities beyond my mortal understanding is missing some very key information or my very existence in this world has had some very dramatic butterfly effect ripples.

 

We made the morning news.

 

Well, we sort of made the morning news.

 

“...street gangs known as the Hammerheads charged with various counts of assault, extortion, kidnapping, armed robbery and drug trafficking. They have been plaguing the Namimori police department for the better part of a year and have, in recent weeks increased the frequency of their criminal activity...”

 

Me and Tsuna had stoped dead in the middle of our morning rituals to stare at the timeless beauty of Hinata Shoichi of channel five news talk about some very familiar looking individuals.

 

“...that is until last night when the entirety of the gang arrived on the steps of the Namimori police station and turned themselves over into police custody. Confessions are still being received but at this time it looks like the justice department will have all they need to get full convictions of all the members...”

 

“What did we do?” Tsuna asks faintly.

 

I don’t answer I just keep watching the news footage. Yup, those are most definitely our friends from last night.

 

“...officials have noted that the gang members have suffered a litany of injuries including burns, blunt force trauma and in some instances electrocution. At this time it is unknown what caused these injuries or what inspired the Hammerheads to turn themselves in, however, officials are speculating that it is the result of a turf war with a rival criminal element...”

 

“Inari, what the fuck!” Tsuna hisses smacking me repeatedly in the arm, not tearing his eyes away from the screen.

 

“Uh...”

 

“...the most recent press release from the Namimori PD states that the wear-house that had functioned as the Hammerhead’s base of operations has been placed under quarantine. Forensic investigators have found evidence that the gang was in the midst of developing some sort of biological weapon and ask that the public remain clear of this area until further notice...”

 

“Bio- What?”

 

“... expect further updates in this story as they come to light. This is Hinata Shoichi with channel five news signing off...”

 

The television powers down with a click and we turn to look at Reborn who is holding out the remote in front of him.

 

“What did we DO!?” Tsuna asks Reborn, leaning heavily into the developing hysteria.

 

Reborn tips his fedora and smirks at us.

 

“You did what a good boss should do Dame-Tsuna, you defended your people and your territory from a rival faction.”

 

He looks considering for a moment before he continues, “I’ll be honest, I’m actually a little impressed I suppose this means I can step up your training sooner than I anticipated.”

Tsuna just continues to stare at him. He opens and closes his mouth like he wants to argue but can’t manage to summon the words. And it all just culminates into a low drawn out “Hieeeeeeee.”

He burrows into my side and continues looking shellshocked.

 

“I don’t understand what’s happening.”

 

I pat his back comfortingly.

 

“Neither do I bro.”

 

And I don’t, I really, really don’t. My roadmap doesn’t include anything about this stuff. Me being here couldn’t have possibly changed things this dramatically, could it?

If that is the case I am kind of nervous about the larger ramifications of my existence. But a large part of myself is just saying fuck it and roll with the crazy. And I am leaning hard into that feeling for my own sanity.

 

“But ,hey, look on the bright side.” I say tickling him in the side and making him flail.

 

“What bright side?”

 

“Apparently we saved the city from a badly constructed bio weapon. We’re basically superheroes now.”

 

Or anti-hero protagonists at the very least considering our criminal underworld connections.

 

Tsuna’s response to this is to roll into a fetal position and disappear inside his hoodie like a turtle. I reach over and jab him in the side with a finger, he static charge that zaps him is completely unintentional.

I have to bite back the manic grin that is threatening to take over my entire face as I make the deep green sparks of electricity dance across my fingertips. It’s not quite thunder-shock level but it is better than nothing and I am fucking thrilled.

I glance over at Reborn out of the corner of my eye and find him staring back at me intently. And then he leaps down from the bed and lands heavily on Tsuna.

 

“Oomph! Ow! Reborn that hurt!” Tsuna whines popping out of his hoodie fortress.

 

“Don’t be a wimp Dame-Tsuna, or else I’ll have to think of a harsher punishment for you.”

 

“Hieeee!!”

 

He’s still bothered by this whole thing. I don’t think Reborn is used to things catching him off guard and yesterday came from way out in left field. I need to ask him about it later though. The whole part where I might have unconsciously inspired Kyoko’s whole ‘Angel-of-vengeance’ thing with my WILL (whatever the fuck that means)is really freaking me out.

It has to be a magic fire thing. Which means that I want to know all about it a Reborn is going to tell me absolutely nothing because he is a horrible sadist who enjoys dangling interesting bits of information above my head.

 

I need to find a new source of mafia magic information.

 

Before I go and use whatever crazy flame witchcraft that was again.

 

And on the topic of Kyoko; she was in dying will mode for a really long time. That can’t have been healthy. Or could it? I mean it was sun flames so technically it was the healthiest.

 

“She’s probably okay.” I mutter to myself absently.

 

“Huh.” Tsuna stops doing his weird chicken dance/Reborn avoidance maneuver to give me a look.

 

“Kyoko I mean. Not that god tier Kyoko wasn’t a thing to behold, I just hope she’s doing okay.”

 

Tsuna sits up so fast that Reborn is launched off of him and half way across the room. I watch on in awe as our tiny tutor catches himself in mid air does a flip and lands perfectly on his feet.

 

Damn impressive that.

 

Tsuna’s lip wobbles a bit and he wails, “Kyoko-chan~”

 

I don’t think he really knows what to do with any of his newly gained Kyoko info stats.

 

“She better be okay and back to normal today.” He glares at Reborn.

 

“You have to be open to new experiences.” Is his derisive non-answer.

 

“Your no help!”

 

“Don’t worry bro-bro I’m sure she’s fine.”

 

I’m trying to be as pacifying as possible, but I doubt it’s working because all I keep envisioning is the Sasagawa household waking up this morning to find ‘the angel of vengeance’ in their breakfast nook.

He sighs deeply.

 

“I guess...”

 

“Boys!” Mom calls from downstairs interrupting our anxious contemplation.

 

“Hayato-kun And Takeshi-kun are here. You better hurry if you don’t want to be late!”

 

We look at each other and then as one we start scrambling around the room. I’m shoving books inside backpacks making sure to put in our creative writing collaboration that had kicked off yesterdays chaos. Tsuna chucks my blazer at my head as he hops around trying to pull his pants up.

He chucks off his hoodie and pulls on the sweater vest and his own blazer. If I noticed that he deliberately forgot his tie I’m not going to mention it. The only reason that I’m wearing one right now is that mom tied it for me once and I never untied it. I am basically walking around with something that looks more like a decorative noose than an actual tie.

 

Ties are hard shut up.

 

“Coming Mom!” We call down in unison before rushing out of the bedroom.

 

Mom is waiting patiently at the bottom of the steps with a patient smile and a pair of lunchboxes in her hands. I can spot Hayato though the open door behind her and he is clutching a matching lunchbox protectively to his chest with a flush across his face as Takeshi stands behind him snickering.

 

I knew Mom would love him.

 

“Grazi Mama!” I say, giving her a big hug.

 

Half a second later Tsuna slams into my back after trip hoping down the stairs. At least he managed to stay on his feet this time. That’s a first.

 

“Thanks Mom! Bye Mom!” He calls rushing out the door a head of me.

 

Reborn isn’t with him.

I look up the steps and see him standing there casually with his hands in his pockets making no move to follow after.

 

“You not coming?”

 

“I have business to attend to. I’m sure that you brats will be fine on your own for a couple hours.” He replies dryly and then disappears down the hall and out of sight.

 

Huh. Well that’s odd. I thought he was like glued to Tsuna.

 

I shake it off and follow Tsuna out the door. A lot of random crap happened yesterday. He probably has to report something to Nono or the old man.

Tsuna had used his flames on his own. His flames that were supposed to be safely sealed away or whatever the fuck that Nono had done to him all those years ago. They’re probably hearing all about it.

 

I don’t know how I feel about that.

 

Or Reborn is just sick of hanging out with a bunch of crazy teenagers 24/7 and needs a mental health break before he kills us all.

 

It’s probably that one.

 

“Yo Inari, you’re finally free.” Takeshi cheers and slings an arm around my shoulder in a tight squeeze as the four of us start walking.

 

Hayato looks like he about to say something before Tsuna grabs him and pulls him ahead. Tsuna shoots me a smile over his shoulder.

He's such a good brother.

I do my best to return the half embrace. It’s a little hard because Takeshi is like half a foot taller than me so I wrap my own arm around his waist.

 

“Hey man.”

 

“Feeling better?”

 

“Well, I can breath again and I'm not coughing up my lungs anymore so I'm going to say yes.”

 

I was still feeling a little bit shitty when we first got home yesterday but I think Reborn fried the last of the infection out of me with his magical sunshine powers.

 

“I'm glad.”

 

“And you?”

 

Takeshi doesn't stop smiling but he doesn't answer right away.

 

“Therapy.” He finally says.

 

“Huh?”

He's not looking at me. But I'm not getting the same bad feeling that I was before everything went down. So whatever it is, it's not weighing on him too much.

 

“I'm going to be going to some therapy sessions for awhile. That doctor, Rebo-sensei, recommended one to dad so I'll be going once a week for the next couple of months.”

 

“Oh…” I pause for a moment, “have you met the doc yet?”

 

If he's expecting judgement from me he's not going to get it. Sometimes you need help fighting monsters and this therapist probably has better tips and tricks for fighting the beast known as depression than I do.

 

“Yeah, I had the first session yesterday. She's pretty cool has a very calming presence.” He gives me a much brighter and Takeshi-like smile, “I told her all about what you did.”

 

“You were bragging about me? How bold.”

 

“How couldn't I have ‘he climbed up the building like WHA! and and when I fell he caught me like BAM!’” He bursts out laughing, “she though I was making it up until dad confirmed it for me.”

 

It's always nice to know that tales of my crazy are spreading across the land. Pretty soon neighbourhood kids are going to be telling tall tales about me like I'm goddamn Chuck Norris… or the Slenderman.

 

“I always wanted to be an urban legend, thank you for making my dream come true.”

 

I yelp as I am abruptly lifted off of my feet into a monster hug.

 

“Thanks Inari.” He mutters.

 

“Anytime,” I reply giving taking a moment to melt into the hug before giving him a firm pat on the back. “Now put me down.”

 

He kindly complies and I am back on solid ground.

 

“Keep that in mind when I ask you to tag along for a therapy session with Yukimura-sensei.”

 

“Are you two finished having your touching heart to heart yet?” Hayato interrupts loudly tapping his foot on the pavement about five feet away from us.

 

“Hayato-kun!” Tsuna hisses in outrage.

 

I had completely forgotten that they were there. Right there. Waiting for us.

 

“Ah.”

 

“Are you feeling neglected Hayato?” Takeshi asks with a grin and a tone of voice that would sound kind and pleasant to anyone else but to me it just sounds like ‘I am deliberately fucking with you.’

 

And it works immediately.

 

Hayato hackles we immediately up and he hisses like an angry cat, “who gave you permission to call me by my first name?!”

 

“Hm? Why would I need permission we’re all friends right?”

 

“We aren't close enough for that!”

 

“We’re standing pretty close right now.”

 

I see now what Tsuna meant about them not getting along. Tsuna himself has powered on ahead of us desperate to escape the stupid argument. I run through between them to break them up and hurry to catch up.

 

“Yo! Tsuna! Wait up!”

 

“Tsuna-sama!”

 

“Tsuna.”

 

He's so popular now.


Any and all lingering questions that we might have had about Kyoko's heath and well being are answered once we reach the front gate.

Because she's standing there.

Waving at us.

And sparkling with a radiant golden light.

 

The good news is that no one else seems to notice the sparkles.

 

The bad news is that no one else seems to notice the sparkles and I have to aggressively rub my eyes to make sure I'm not seeing things. Apparently not.

 

“She's super sparkly today.” Tsuna sighs with a love stuck smile.

 

Oh good, Tsuna sees the sparkles too.

 

Wait a minute…

 

Today?

 

Does Kyoko always sparkle like this in Tsuna’s eyes?

 

And if so why?

 

And why do I get to see the sparkles now? I'm not the one who's madly in love with her.

I quickly glance to Hayato and Takeshi to see if they have any comment about the literally glowing girl.

Hayato’s brow if furrowed but that's pretty normal. And Takeshi has slipped on his nothing smile that he wears at school which tells me absolutely nothing.

 

“YO SAWADA BROS!” greets an extremely extreme voice.

And up runs Sasagawa Ryohei in his full boxing get up with the noticeable addition of an arm cast. Though judging by the way he's wildly waving his arm about it has become somewhat superfluous.

And he's sparkling too!

 

What the hell?!

Is it me?

Did I inhale something weird in that wear-house last night?

 

“THANK YOU FOR BRINGING KYOKO BACK HOME LAST NIGHT THAT WAS EXTREMELY COOL OF YOU BOTH!”

 

The sheer intensity of his presence sends me scampering behind Takeshi for cover. Just in time too because Ryohei continues to surge forward grasping Tsuna’s hand in his own non-cast encased hand and shaking it madly. His makes Tsuna’s entire body lurch up and down with every shake and he looks absolutely petrified.

 

“Eep!”

 

“Thank you so much Tsuna-kun, Inari-kun. I'm so sorry for falling asleep on you last night. I'm so embarrassed.”

 

She's smiling brightly with a light flush of pink on her cheeks.

 

“I had no idea things were so dangerous last night so really thank you for carrying me home.”

 

“Asleep?” Tsuna asks snapping out of his stupor.

 

Hayato takes this moment to insert himself between Tsuna and Ryohei and smack the interlopers hands away.

 

“Hands off the boss you turf headed idiot.” He growls menacingly.

 

Ryohei, predictably, completely ignores him.

 

“It was EXTREMELY impressive of you guys. Our house was right in Hammerhead territory. You could have gotten yourselves hurt.”

 

Oh yeah, almost forgot about that.

 

“Well their not a problem anymore.” I say, still safe from the ‘extreme-ness’ behind my Takeshi barrier.

 

He looks at me and gives a solemn nod. “Yeah, but we don't live in the best neighbourhood even without those guys running around picking fights with everyone so thank you for getting my sister home safe.”

 

I knew that they lived in a bad part of town but I didn't know that it was so bad that a violent gang was barely a footnote.

 

“Someone should really do something about that.”

 

I think I'm just as surprised as Tsuna is that those words came out of his mouth.

 

“I mean…” He says awkwardly, “someone already did something.”

 

“Now we just have to hope that these guys aren't worse than the last ones.”

 

Kyoko puts a hand on his shoulder, “Don't worry big brother I'm sure these were just concerned members of the community doing their part to make our streets safe again.”

 

She's smiling pointedly at me and Tsuna.

I guess that answers the question of whether or not she remembers what happened.

 

“You sounds like a public access commercial.” Tsuna says and then smacks his hands over his mouth when his brain catches up with his mouth and he realizes who exactly he's snarking at.

 

Kyoko bursts out into barely concealed snickers, leaning heavily on her brothers shoulder.

 

“I do, don't I?” She says, “I do owe you though Tsuna-kun. Maybe I can treat you to some cakes sometime.”

 

“Uh… um… yeah sure that would be great!” Each word climbs up an octave until he sounds like a strangled chicken and Hayato is the only thing holding him up.

 

“It's a date then.” She says and skips off toward the school closely followed by Ryohei who waves at us and continues on with his EXTREME morning exercise.

 

As soon as they are out of sight Tsuna falls to his knees looking dazed.

 

“Tsuna-sama!” Hayato panics.

 

“Kyoko-chan asked me on a date…”

 

He looks over at me.

 

“Inari…”

 

“Yeah bro?”

 

“Am I dreaming?”

 

I reach over and pinch his ear making him yelp.

 

“Nope not dreaming dude.”

This is an epic an unprecedented turn of events. Tsuna’s dream girl has asked him on a date. Tsuna dream girl also has the capacity to kick all of our asses, so there's that too.

 

Tsuna lets out a shriek of pure happiness.

 

“Kyoko-chan asked me on a date!”

 

Hayato, who is the closest to him, suffers the brunt of a crushing hug as Tsuna clings to the closest thing to him in glee.

 

“I have no idea what's going on anymore and I don't care! This is the best day ever!”

He is so happy, and I find myself beaming back at him reflexively. The world feels brighter and fuller and sparklier in the face of his joy. A bubble of warm happiness builds in my chest, and looking at Hayato and Takeshi I see them smiling too.

 

Sky Flames man.

 

And then the second bell rings and Hibari appears to combat our joy with his tonfa.

 

“Stop crowding and get to class.”

 

Tsuna lets out a terrified shriek and stars running and is quickly followed by Hayato and a Takeshi.

 

I fix Hibari with a resigned and expectant look. I had promised him unlimited combat yesterday and if nothing else I am a man of my word…

 

“After school.” He tells me and then continues on the prowl to terrify more lagging students.

 

That is more restraint than I expected from him.


Being back in class after a week long absence is interesting to say the least. It's a lot like becoming a side show attraction in a circus. So there's a lot of staring and whispering which I pointedly ignore.

And then Hayato tells everyone to mind their own fucking business and then it's not a problem all.

There is a high pitched ringing sound coming from an omnipresent ever where in the classroom. It almost sounds like high voltage electricity. I look around trying to spot an exposed wire or a glitching lightbulb or something, but there's nothing.

 

Well, whatever it is hopefully it won't kill us.

 

After home room ends Hana saunters over to my desk and takes a seat. She is glaring at me so I use my wisdom and say nothing.

 

“You are a dumb, dumb, idiot.” She tells me sternly.

 

“Yes, yes I am.” I agree with her.

 

“But you are also very brave and a good friend so I'll give you a pass this time.”

 

And then she smacks me across the head.

 

“Don't you dare scare me like that again. I almost had a heart attack watching you morons.”

 

“Sorry Hana.”

 

She gives me one more stern look before sliding back into her own seat and starting to chat with Kyoko.

 

“Sorry about that.” Takeshi says, leaning over to give me a sheepish look.

 

“Not your fault dude.”

 

I'm still just happy that he isn't a smear across the pavement. There is nothing that is not going to make me happy that he isn't a smear across the pavement and nothing anyone might say about my stupidity will make me regret what I did.

I'm just about to say something touching to this effect, but when I turn to look at him I jump almost a foot in the air sending my chair clattering to the floor behind me.

Suddenly, everyone is looking at me again.

And I really don't care because I'm more interested in the person dressed like fucking predator staring in at our class!!

 

“Inari?”

 

“What the hell Sawada?!”

 

I watch as they creeper fades out of existence. It's almost like some one took the opacity slider on reality and turned it all the way down. I can't see them anymore but I am viscerally aware that they are still there. And the ringing sound that I've been hearing since getting to class has become almost deafening.

 

And then it slowly begins to quiet.

 

And then deepen.

 

Duplicate.

 

Resonate.

 

It's a discordant melody that makes my teeth ache. For an instant it feels like I'm going to faint.

 

And then it stops.

 

A cursory glance around the room tells me that no one else noticed our creepy creeper friend. It doesn't seem like anyone else heard the dissonant nightmare sound either. Even Tsuna is giving me this look of concern and alarm.

 

I'm not crazy.

 

Or, at least, I'm not this kind of crazy.

 

“Nothing, nothing. Don't worry about it,.”

 

I pull my chair up and make sure to keep an eye on the window

Whatever it is, it's not too keen on leaving.

 

Please dude, whoever you are, please don't make me spend more time on the outside of buildings defying gravity. Please be a nice weirdo and fuck of. Pretty please with sugar on top.

 

Hayato seems to have caught on that there is something not quite right out there and he follows my line of sight.

 

His eyes narrow as he spots… something?

 

Oh good, proof that I haven't completely lost my mind.

 

Then Kimura-sensei walks in and Lit class begins. And slowly the feeling of being watched fades.

 

Yeah, Reborn might have picked the wrong day to ditch us.


Our creepy friends peek in on us three more times as the day goes on. Around the end of Lit Takeshi and Tsuna have caught on that there is something not quite right going on outside. It doesn't take much to catch on to the paranoia vibes that me and Hayato are giving off.

Half way through math I notice Kyoko staring out the window in a terrifying way. Apparently she has noticed our invisible stalker too. I guess to be fair to said invisible stalker you don't really expect to run in to these sorts of issues when you can literally become invisible.

I'm going to have to knock this guy out and steal his space age cloaking device, because that is too cool to pass on.

I mean we're obviously going to have to take this guy out anyway because of the whole invisible stalker thing and the fact that he is most likely here to mess with us in particular.

 

Mrs. Nakamura has decided to be particularly vindictive today and gives our class a surprise exam. Which would be have been more troublesome if this wasn't my best class and I hadn't recently become completely fluent in the language.

I finish fifteen minutes into the class and slam my completed exam packet down on her desk with a smug smile. The look of absolute loathing that I get in return is the most wonderful thing. I'm sure she will appreciate all of the corrections that I indicated in her questions.

 

“You can leave now Mr. Sawada.” She says with distain.

 

I give her a mocking salute and stroll onto the hallway where I post myself up against the wall and stare back into the class though the room windows.

The class room isn't the most defensible position from a strategic standpoint. There are too many windows and two doors. The only benefit this right now is that from outside I have a decent vantage point of the entire situation from out here.

I pull my archaic cell phone out of my pocket and fire a quick text off to Reborn:

 

There are some dudes here that look like their going to a sci-fi convention only real.

 

That should be fine.

 

I mean it's not the most informative message but Reborn should get the general gist of ‘something ain't quite right here.’ I wait a couple minutes for a response but get nothing. He must be busy, I'm sure he'll get to it eventually.

 

Another five minutes pass and Hayato joins me out in the hall.

 

“That woman is a fucking nightmare.” He says irritably.

 

“She is that.” I agree, “but she's mostly harmless.”

 

He makes a grunt of acknowledgment and we continue on with our observation.

 

“So what do you think of our new friends?” I ask conversationally.

 

Hayato’s mood visibly darkens.

 

“Fucken’ annoying is what they are.” And then, “they?”

 

I guess he hadn't caught that bit.

 

“There are at least two of them crawling around out there. I can tell by the uhh- frequency?” That's probably not the right word to describe the pitchy sounds I've been hearing coming from these fuckers but it's close enough.

 

“Not sure about that, I just keep seeing… static.”

 

Well, that's interesting.

 

“Did you get a clear look at them at all?”

 

He shakes his head slowly. “No, just fuzzy outlines.”

 

“They look like they walked straight off the cover of a 1970’s pulp sic-fi magazine.”

 

Hayato stares blankly at me.

 

“What?”

 

“Never mind, armour, bodysuits, creepy helmets.”

 

He makes a violent ‘tich’ noise and his fingers twitch purposely at his sides.

 

Hayato has dynamite hidden under his clothes doesn't he?

 

That can't be safe.

 

I nudge him deliberately to get him to refocus. “Lets not go straight for the nuclear option dude.”

 

He glares, “Its pretty obvious that they are here for the boss.”

 

“Point, but we are still in the school building and I don't want to get sent to prison for attacking invisible green men with explosives as fun as that sounds.”

 

We fall into silence as we watch the creeper scuttle across the windowpane like a beetle. From my perspective he's flickering in an out of existence like a television with bad reception. I need to get a magical antenna to get this shitty station working.

From the way that Hayato is squinting at it I'm pretty sure he's getting pure static.

Inside the class I see Tsuna and Takeshi freeze up and glance toward the window. I don't think either of them see anything there at all.

 

“Is the baseball idiot in the know about any of this?”

 

“You mean Takeshi?”

 

He gives me a look.

 

“I have been described as ‘that idiot on the baseball team’ before sorry if I need a little clarification.”

 

“I meant Yamamoto.”

 

“Then no, unless Tsuna used some latent telepathic powers to tell him all about the mafia and the hitman living in our bedroom, which I doubt. I'm going to need to bring him up to speed before he gets dragged into a turf war or something else stupid.”

 

“Is Reborn-san around at least?” He asks with an edge of anxiety creeping into his voice, “I have a shitty feeling about this.”

 

“Nope, he decided that we can handle our own shit today.”

 

Speaking of the devil…

 

I pull out my phone just a the text notification goes off.

 

From Reborn: What?

 

I don't really know how much more I need to clarify the dudes in weird outfits situation to him. It feels self explanatory.

 

I send back:

 

I think it's aliens.

 

Just to be a prick.

 

We watch as the other creeper crawls across the window. And then we watch as Hana slams her pencil down on her desk, storms over to the window and deftly flicks the blinds shut.

 

Hayato lets out a burst of laughter.

 

“I'm really starting to like that bitch.”


“What. Was. That!?” Tsuna wails as soon as we are an acceptable distance away from the classroom.

 

He clings to my arm and is shaking with barely concealed panic; his eyes shifting wildly.

 

“You mean the two guys?” Takeshi asks guilelessly.

 

As one the three of us whip around to stare at him.

 

“You saw them?!” I demand.

 

“No, but they were there right?”

 

Hayato smacks himself in the face and Tsuna looks even more confused than he did before.

 

This conversation is going absolutely no where. We need to establish some facts before we get caught going around in circles forever playing twenty questions.

 

“Fact the first,” I address the group as we exit the main building on the way to the cafeteria.

“There are invisible people following us. They’re dressed in crazy green jumpsuits which I can only assume give them their crazy cloaking device powers.”

 

“Fact the second, me and Hayato can see them. Sort of. And the two of you couldn’t, which I assume me means that it has something to do with the crazy magic fire stuff.”

 

“Magic wha-“ Tsuna almost interrupts me but I’m on a roll so I just keep powering on.

 

“Fact the third, Takeshi,” I pause in step and turn to look at my very, very good friend (who is also a little bit of an idiot and needs things laid out as plainly as possible) , “it has recently come to our attention that Tsuna and I come from Italian Mafia royalty. He has been selected to take over the family business. The kid that you’ve seen hanging out with us is not our little brother or cousin or anything like that he is a professional hitman who has been sent by home office to teach Tsuna the secret art of becoming a mob boss. Also there is magic fire.”

 

“Inari!” Tsuna squawks in mortification.

 

They all stare at me in wide eyed incongruity.

 

“Fact the fourth, they are most likely assassins here to kill us all”

 

“Assassins!?” Shrieks Tsuna.

 

“Magic fire?” Asks Hayato.

 

“Sounds like fun.” Says Takeshi.

 

Great, now we’re all at least somewhat on the same page.

 

To bring an end to my latest triumph in awkward silences I throw open the doors of the cafeteria with a little more flair than is technically called for.

We are immediately hit with the most god awful smell imaginable and the sight of half the student body wrenching on the ground. Everything is covered in a violently violet and mauve sludge that is wriggling with maggots and larva.

I slam the doors closed as fast as I open them and immediately start gagging.

 

“We need to get out of here,” Hayato says going deathly pale. “Now.”


“It’s called poison cooking.” Hayato tells us once we are all jammed into the janitors closet together.

It’s nice and cozy and has convenient access to the maintenance staircase incase we need to flee quickly.

Hayato is clutching at his stomach in pain and has broken out in a flaky sweat. Tsuna reaches out and rubs his back comfortingly. He seems to appreciate the show of affection.

 

Obviously, Hayato needs some extra hugs too.

 

“It’s a somewhat legendary assassination technique that was developed and used by the freelance hit-woman known as the ‘Poison Scorpion.’”

 

Oh yeah, her...

 

I can’t believe I forgot about Bianchi.

 

“And you know this person Hayato-kun?”

He gulps loudly and steels himself looking Tsuna dead in the eye.

“You could say that,” he says.

 

We’re waiting with bated breath for the big reveal.

 

“She’s my sister.”

 

“So we’re okay, right?” Tsuna says with a deep exhale of relief.

 

We're not okay. The look on Hayato's face tells me emphatically that we are not okay. The manga had played the repeated childhood poisonings of Hayato at the hands of his older sister off as a joke. Something funny for the audience to get a snicker at.

 

This isn't a joke.

 

There is nothing funny about the fear on his face.

 

Siblings are supposed to love and protect each other. They aren't supposed to hurt you.

I decide in this moment that I don't care what explanations she might have about what she had done to her brother. I don't care if Reborn tells us that he trusts her. I hate her.

 

I hate her fucking guts.

 

It's rule number one: you don't hurt your family.

 

“I'm the one she perfected her ‘technique’ on.” Hayato confesses vaguely as he turns away to inspect the shelves of cleaning supplies that line the closet walls.

I see the moment that Tsuna realizes what that means. The fear and anxiety drain from his face and are replaced by a look of cold fury.

He looks over to me and I see the flickering orange lighting up his irises.

 

“Then we get rid of her.” His voice is low with barely bridled rage.

 

Hayato’s breath catches painfully and Tsuna tightens his grip on our friends shoulder in a show of support.

 

I can't help but stare at Tsuna.

 

Things have changed things have changed so much and I have no idea what's going to happen. This is more dangerous than anything that's come up since Reborn came into our lives.

 

And Tsuna isn't afraid.

 

He doesn't have anyone holding a gun to his head. He's not hiding behind me.

 

Tsuna is actively taking on this shit situation.

 

I am so proud of him.

 

“Boss. I appreciate it, but I wasn't joking when I said she's a professional assassin.”

 

“I know.” Tsuna says and turns to look at Takashi.

 

“Takeshi-kun I know that this has been a lot and if-”

 

“Oh, I'm helping.” Takeshi says, cutting Tsuna short with a bright and terrifying expression.

 

“You couldn't make me leave if you tried.”

 

Tsuna, wisely, doesn't try to dispute this.

 

Neighbourhood Watch versus the forces of evil round two.

 

“You know if we keep doing shit like this everyday we’re going to need code names and uniforms.” I snark.


What we really need is weapons.

There are at least three hostiles milling about the school right now and one of them has already proven that she doesn't give a shit about casualties or injuring literal children.

 

This really isn't the same story as the one that I knew.

 

I left Tsuna in the capable hands of Hayato and Takeshi. Hayato had started shoving cleaning supplies two of them. Bottles with fun labels like: explosion, fire, bone hand, and death. I trust that he has some specific plan in mind. We had designated the science lab as our base of operations (at least until Reborn shows up with an actual plan).

It gives Hayato access to all the fun stuff he needs to make some truly interesting explosions and it's the room least likely to be populated during lunch hour since they lock the doors.

Unless, of course, if you conveniently have access to the janitorial maintenance staircase which has a crawl space entry into the science lab.

 

I have never seen the school janitor but I am beginning to suspect that he is s secret agent… or s doomsday preper.

 

Meanwhile, I'm on the move doing some recon as I try to gather weaponry of a more mundane nature; bats, sharp pointy things, the fucking tank known as Hibari Kyoya.

 

You know, simple things to bludgeon people with.

 

There in no way that, that psycho will let an assault on his beloved school go unchallenged. Though he is going to be pissed that our issues rolled us into his domain.

 

But until I inevitably cross paths with Hibari I'm using the fact that I have yet to hit anything resembling a teenaged growth spurt to my advantage. Ducking through the ventilation system to stay out of sight.

There are victims of Bianchi’s poison cooking as far as the B-wing. They are mostly clustered around bathrooms, and while most of them are unconscious and frothing at the mouth no one looks dead. So that's a bonus.

I still haven't seen the woman herself. And I have no idea what the hell shes doing here right now. In the original story Reborn had contracted her as an assistant tutor for Tsuna.

 

I don't think that happened here.

 

If it did there had been a serious miscommunication somewhere along the line.

 

I have also just barely managed to avoid encounters with our invisible sonically challenged friends in green jumpsuits. A quick update on that situation - they are most definitely armed and dangerous.

The the guns that they carry at their sides give off an eerily familiar violet glow. I'm not sure what will happen if someone gets shot with that and I really do not want to know. Our best bet is probably going to be to take them out before they know what hit them.

 

I catch sight of another unfamiliar face too.

 

A man dressed like like a fucking Vatican Priest is strolling the halls sending directing kids to vacate the halls. And out of every crazy thing that I have seen today he is probably the most terrifying of all.

I don't know him and I don't want to know him. I would be much happier if I could put Reborn somewhere between me and this ‘priest.’

He's not even doing anything threatening, he's just walking down the hall telling kids to get out. Not exactly menacing villain behaviour.

 

And then I watch him reach out and dissolve a wall with a sickly red flame and I am scurrying through the vents as fast as I can.

 

I could handle Bianchi, hell I can even handle the invisible stalkers. I can't handle unsettling priest with acid hands!

 

I suddenly regret being such a glib shit in my texts to Reborn. To be fair I hadn't been expecting today to devolve into a siege of assassins. If I had, I would have just sent an SOS in bold.

I also regret not bringing my taser with me to school today. I had stupidly assumed that we would get at leas one low key day to recover.

 

At this point I'm just hoping that Reborn gets here before we get our dumb asses killed.

Taking on low level no name minions gangsters is on thing. Taking on real professional assassins with flame based weaponry is another thing entirely.

 

Moving on from things that I have absolutely no control of; I have spotted an implement of violence.

 

Takeshi’s bat hangs off of the back of his seat ready for the taking. The class room is dark and the blinds are still shut which should afford me enough cover to creep in grab the bat and maybe the canister of pepper spray that I know Hana has hidden in her desk.

It doesn't look like anyone is in the room which is weird but not too weird after an exam. I open the vent grate as quietly as possible and drop into the classroom and start stealthing toward Takeshi’s desk.

I just about have my hands on the bat when the lights I licked on and I freeze in place.

 

“Mr. Sawada, what a pleasure.”

 

Mrs. Nakamura stands at the head of the class leaning casually against the podium. I can feel her distain from here.

 

How did I miss her standing right there? I'm really off my game today.

 

“Heyyy, Mrs. Nakamura…what are you doing here? In the dark?”

 

Had she not noticed the sounds of mass hysteria and projectile vomiting that had been echoing though the halls since the start of lunch hour?

 

She really is a shitty teacher.

 

“I'm just going to take this and go…” I say and slowly inch my hand back toward the bat.

 

“No,” she whispers into my ear, “you're not.”

 

Before I can think, before I can react, I'm slammed hard onto the desk. The back of my head is cracked against the wood and stars burst across my vision. I try to push myself back up only to be slammed back down with a heavy vice like grip pressing into my throat chocking off my airway.

 

The panic almost immediately takes over.

 

I thrash and claw and kick. Desperately trying to get her off me. But she's stronger and heavier than she looks.

 

I try to summon the spark of electricity to zap her but just as I feel the energy gathering in my palms my head is slammed once more into the edge of the desk and the world starts spinning.

 

I dig my nails into her wrists and forearms trying to pry her hands away from my throat.

 

I try again to kick her off of me, and I make contact but again it feels like she's bigger and heavier than she looks and I can't get any distance. She steps in between my legs and presses down even harder.

 

I can't breathe.

 

I can't BREATHE !

 

“You. Have no idea. How much. I am going. To ENJOY this.” She grinds out between clenched teeth.

 

“Vongola Decimo.”

 

No.

 

Nonononononononononono.

 

The panic has really and true lay set in. My vision is going dark at the edges. Dark spots and burst of light dance across my eyes. All the strength is draining out of my body.

 

I can't get her off me.

 

I can't breathe.

 

She thinks I'm Vongola Decimo. Tsuna is Vongola Decimo. She's going to kill Tsuna!

Ican’tbreatheIcan’tbreatheIcan’tbreatheIcan’tbreathe!

 

Tsuna.

 

I'm going to die.

 

Tsuna, Tsuna, Tsuna.

 

I DON’T WANT TO DIE!

 

An explosion of inhuman force slams into Mrs. Nakamura knowing her off of me. I hear a crash across the room but I don't fucking care. I slide to the floor coughing and gasping for air.

Tears stream down my face and I can't stop shaking.

 

It hurts.

 

Oh god, it hurts.

 

Every desperate breath I take burns like fire.

 

“Keep your filthy hands off of my student.” Reborn snarls.

 

And then he launches himself at her.

 

I hear impact and growls before a shot rings out and everything falls silent.

 

They panic and pain take over leaving me a paralyzed, shaking sobbing mess on the ground.

 

I need to stop.

 

I need to get up.

 

Tsuna is in danger. I need to get to Tsuna now. I need to get to Tsuna before they kill him.

 

I almost died.

 

I almost DIED.

 

I need to get to Tsuna. I need to protect my brother.

 

I try to pull myself up, but I'm shaking to hard and immediately collapse back to the floor. And I can't entirely suppress the sob of frustration that escapes me. I smack at my leg but miss entirely which just makes me sob harder.

 

I fucked up.

 

I knew something was wrong from the get go today.

I should have gotten Tsuna out of here as soon as I noticed those guys. He might be dead now. Mrs. Nakamura, or whoever the fuck that was, had all but confirmed that she had been gunning for Vongola Decimo. And I can only assume that all the other weirdoes that are hanging around our school are here for the same reason.

 

I fucked up.

 

“Kid.”

 

I fucked up.

 

“Kid.”

 

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up.

 

“Ragazzo!”

 

Something flops down over my head covering my eyes and snapping me out of my accelerating panic attack.

I look down and see a small hand coving my own and giving off a faint glowing light.

 

“Re-Reborn?” My voice is absolutely ruined. It's worse now than when I had pneumonia last week.

 

“You're alright,” he says, “just breathe.”

 

I do as he says and spend the next moments just focusing on breathing.

 

In. Out. In. Out. In.

 

It hurts so bad, and each breath I take is accompanied by an unpleasant ratting sound from somewhere inside my throat.

 

A long moment passes before I have myself under control again.

 

I finally manage to focus my eyes on him and I am completely incapable of suppressing the hysterical giggles that burst forth.

 

He's missing his trademark fedora. Without it his hair is a wild tangled mess of spikes and curls that go off into all directions and add another six or so inches to his height.

 

“Oh my god,” I rasp. “Your hair is amazing.”

 

And then I realize the more important detail. I reach up and gently run my finger along the brim of the fedora that is now resting on my head. It's actually a little big on me and dips to the side.

 

Magic hat.

 

“How cool do I look.” I ask with a sniffle and a watery smile.

 

I see the corner of his lip twitch up in amusement.

 

“Brat.”

 

I finally manage to sit myself up straight and try to angle myself over toward where Mrs. Nakamura…fell. Reborn tugs hard on my shirt refocusing my attention onto him.

 

“Not yet.” He orders.

 

“What?”

 

“Don't question it just listen to me. Do you know where you are?” He asks.

 

“School. Reborn what's-”

 

“Do you know what's happening right now?”

 

“Yeah, weird guys, assassins…” and then I remember the most important part.

 

“Tsuna!” I shout and immediately regret it.

 

Owwwww.

 

“Tsuna is fine.” He says, “he wasn't the one who charged into an unknown hostile situation without any backup.”

 

Wow, he actually sounds concerned.

 

“Aww, were you worried about me?” I rasp.

 

“You have the self preservation instincts of a stoned lemming you terrible brat.”

 

I try to laugh but all that comes out are more tears.

 

“Is Mrs. Nakamura dead?” I ask wetly.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Oh… good.”

 

I don't know how to process any of this. I fidget absentmindedly with the brim of the fedora as I try to get my thoughts in order. She was our terrible and antagonistic English teacher. I knew she hated me but I had no idea that she would try and kill me.

 

“Was she an assassin the whole time?” I ask.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Did you know?”

 

“No.” He answers tightly.

 

“How?” It seems impossible that Reborn could have missed something like that.

 

He doesn't answer me. Instead he turns his attention to where her body is. This time he doesn't stop me when I try to look.

 

Indigo embers smoulder across her body and I can't help but recoil as I watch her pretty face melt away into a massive misshapen head, scarred face and squared jaw. There is a small bullet hole in the forehead where blood is slowly oozing out from the unfamiliar individual before me.

 

“What the fuck.”

 

The body there looks nothing like her anymore. It doesn't even look like a woman at all.

 

“I admit that illusionists are not my strong suit.” Reborn explains dispassionately.

 

“What?”

 

“We are going to have a conversation in the very near future Ragazzo, believe me, however this is not the time or place for it. Now, we are going to go find Dame-Tsuna and the boys before they try to do something stupid.”

 

“Kay.” I croak and slowly pull myself to my feet using the desk as leverage.

 

As I reach over to finally grab the bat, Reborn hops up onto my shoulder and lightly lays a hand on the back of my battered neck. I flinch reflexively at the contact.

He doesn't move his hand away though and slowly warmth starts seeping into my skin leaching a little bit of the bite of pain away.

 

“That is the best superpower ever.” I tell him reverently.

 

“It comes in handy.”

Chapter Text

It took me a little bit to muster up the energy to crawl back into the vent after the whole…chocking incident. An unfamiliar exhaustion weighing me down making every move I made jerky and uncoordinated. Eventually, Reborn's Sun Flame infusion took hold and I was able to scurry back into the opening.

Our trip back to the science lab to meet up with Tsuna in the others is characterized by me repeatedly falling into a panic attack followed by Reborn yanking me back out of a panic attack. It is a vicious cycle and I know that when this is over I am going to need to take Takeshi up on that therapy offer.

 

Because this is just fucking awful.

 

My neck still looks like a horror movie make-up even after the Sun Flame infusion. Though I will say it no longer feels like I’m swallowing nails every time I so much as inhale too hard.  When I asked him why he couldn’t just keep healing it the whole way his answer was:

 

“As useful as this ability is, it isn’t exactly healthy to use it to replace the natural healing process of your body. It can have some… unfortunate side effects, particularly if it’s not your primary element.”

 

“Good to know.”

 

I am going to add this to my ever growing list of magic fire related questions that I am going to ask Reborn when we eventually have our long awaited conversation.

 

At some point someone, who is much smarter than me, had realized that crazy shit was happening in Namimori Middle School and had pulled the fire alarm. Reborn and I watch from our vantage point in the vent as a stampede of students filters out into the halls toward the nearest emergency exit.

My earlier approximation of Bianchi’s victim count doesn't seem too far off. It’s hard to get an exact count of the casualties while I’m crawling though a ventilation shaft and I’ve counted about a hundred and thirty so far. Most of whom are either passed out on the ground or milling about like dazed zombies. But that doesn't take not account anyone who is still in the cafeteria.

 

This situation has gotten very bad, very fast. Having innocent bystanders in the mix isn’t going to help us resolve it either.

 

Someone needs to get them out of here before they get killed.

 

Unfortunately, no one seems too keen on stoping to help their fellow students out. Hell, even the teachers that rush past don’t seems too keen on helping their students out.

 

A quick glance at Reborn tells me that he’s deeply unimpressed by the faculty of our school.

 

I don’t really have time for a detour, but I can’t really just leave shit like this.

 

Hopefully, this won’t take too long.

 

I kick open the nearest grate with much less care than I had the last time and drop down into the hall in front of a group of fleeing students stopping them in their tracks.

 

“Sawada?”

 

“Yamada-sempai?

 

“YO MINI-SAWADA!” Hollers Ryohei, drawing the attention of people in the next prefecture.

 

“Mini wha- never mind.” I battle through a momentary burst of outrage. It’s only an inch. I am only an inch shorter than Tsuna that hardly calls for ‘mini.’

 

Reborn chuckles from his place on my shoulder. I decide to be the bigger person and not bring up the fact that he could literally pass as a babydoll.

 

“Holy shit Sawada what happened to your neck?” Yamada hisses reaching out toward me to inspect the ... injury.

 

He doesn’t even make contact before I flinch back so hard I slam myself into the wall. My heart is beating like a hummingbirds and my vision starts to tunnel.

 

“Calm down.” Reborn whispers.

 

I breathe.

 

One.

 

Two.

 

Three.

 

I’m going to need to deal with this at some point. Preferably not while my school is under siege by terrifying mafia types. For now, I reach down into myself for that bullshit pool of sass and win that I fucking run on and stare down Yamada and Ryohei and the group of jocks in their gym uniforms that are all standing in the hall staring awkwardly at me.

 

“Not really the most important question right now dude.” I tell them with all the confidence I can muster, “Especially not where we are surrounded by a fuck ton of unconscious people covered in technicolored nightmare goop.”

 

They all jump and start looking down at the literal bodies in the ground. I guess no one had been looking down until this point, but that doesn’t really excuse how shitty it is to leave someone when they can’t stand up on their own.

 

“You’re all big strong beefy types.” I continue looking them all over appraisingly.

 

There are fourteen of them standing around me. And really when you think about it there aren’t that many unconscious people laying about. It would be a breeze for these athletic physiques.

 

“Uhhh... what?”

 

“I need you guys to get all this dead weight out of here before they actually literally die.” I motion down the hall at the trail of bodies that leads back in the direction of the cafeteria. The layer of poison wriggling sludge that coats all of them is probably the most troubling aspect of this for me.

 

“Sawada we don’t have time for that.” Yamada-sempai says, “didn’t you hear the announcement? There’s a gas leak in the school we need to get out of here!”

 

“And what?” I ask gesturing emphatically to the nearest person moaning in pain on the ground. “They’re just shit out of luck.”

 

“The emergency workers will-“

 

“Will do fuck all by time it actually matters.” I cut him off.

 

“They’re in trouble now. Right now. And everyone in this city knows that police are useless and the paramedics can never get anywhere fast enough cuz whoever was in charge of city planing was fucking high at the time!”

 

“These are our classmates, friends, and hell if not that they are our fellow human beings and need help so fucking HELP them!”

 

And yeah, I’m trying to do the thing. The thing that Reborn inferred that I did to Kyoko and Tsuna yesterday. The thing that I’m not quite sure is a real thing or not but I’m really fucking hoping that it works.

 

I’m giving them some inspiration.

 

“LET’S DO THIS TO THE EXTREME!” roars Ryohei bursting with sunshine and sparkles. And like the barbarian he is starts hauling people up and over his shoulders, paying absolutely no mind to his casted arm.

 

The rest of them spend half a moment staring at him, for ore unleashing their own adrenaline fueled exclamations of extreme-ness. And then all of them are rushing around the hall picking up the victims of the poison cooking and carrying them toward the exit.

 

I can’t believe that actually worked.

 

Never thought I could play a bard in real life.

 

“DON’T WORRY MINI-SAWADA WE’VE GOT THIS HANDLED!” Ryohei stops in front of me with a mountain of people on his back and a somewhat strained grin on his face. And then more seriously “But if you’re going though the school can you do me a favour and make sure that Kyoko made it out alright?”

 

“You got it dude.”

 

And then I start running again. I don't even bother crawling back into the ventilation system at this point. Stealth would be nice, but I'm starting to get the feeling that time is seriously of the essence.

 

“You need to be careful with that.” Reborn says after a drawn out moment of silence.

 

“Yeah, I got that.”

 

And I do. I really, really do. But there is only so careful I can be if I don't know exactly what I am being careful with.

 

If he has anything helpful to say on the topic he doesn’t get a chance to say it because we are interrupted by a thunderous roar that shakes the ground and reverberates down the hall. It’s a human voice.

 

But only barely.

 

And if I thought that I was afraid before, it was nothing compared to the smothering terror that grips me now. My stomach seizes and my heart rate accelerates.

I crash out on the linoleum hard and scramble desperately toward a wall where, against all reason, I curl myself into a ball in a desperate attempt to protect myself from the crushing presence of whatever the hell that is.

 

My blood is pounding in my ears.

 

Heart hammering in my chest.

 

I’m shaking, shaking, shaking.

 

Tears sting at the corners of my eyes, and a sob rips its way out of my chest. It feels violent. It feels painful.

 

I can’t do this.

 

I can’t.

 

I need Tsuna.

 

It’s too much.

 

I’m sorry that I ever thought that I knew what was going on. This must be some sort of punishment. I don’t understand why else this might be happening.

 

I want to find Tsuna and get him as far away from this as possible.

 

I want to find these threats and end them as violently as possible.

 

“Inari.”

 

I manage to pry open on of my eyes to look into Reborn’s. His small hand rests against my shoulder.

 

“I am not going to let anything happen to you or Tsuna. You have my word. It’s my job to raise you boys into respectable mobsters.”

 

I can’t help but giggle at that.

 

He ignores the rude interruption and continues; “ And I promise you that when I get my hands on the idiot that is responsible for this they will LIVE to regret it.”

 

“Now get up and get moving Ragazzo.”

 

Well, I can’t argue with that.

 

I slowly manage to pull my self to my feet and do as I’m told. Pausing for a moment to readjust the fedora. A hat this cool can’t sit askew.

 

And then we are on the move again.

 

I come across a few more students on my way to the science lab and direct them toward my muscle bound minions who should hopefully still be carting people out of the school.

 

I don’t find Kyoko or Hana though.

 

I hope they’ve already gotten out of here.

 

This whole situation is so fucking crazy. I have nothing to go on except what little I remember of Bianchi’s character profile. If I can even trust that at this point. I didn’t think she would do anything to go against Reborn, what with the logic crippling crush that she supposedly allegedly had on him.

 

“Please tell me that you didn't actually date her.” I whine without really thinking about the words coming out of my mouth. “Please tell me you have higher standards than ‘that’.’”

 

I feel him tense on my shoulder.

 

“Date who?” He asks as nonchalantly as possible.

 

Though I can still hear the hint of cold calculation in his voice.

 

Fuck.

 

I said something I shouldn't have again.

 

Screw it.

 

“I mean Bianchi.”

 

“Bianchi?”

 

“You know; Hayato’s crazy sister, poison cooking assassin who has taken over our cafeteria as a base of operations. That Bianchi. The one that you were possibly romantically involved with for reasons beyond my mortal comprehension.”

 

I thought the name would have been pretty self explanatory. Am I in a crazy alternate universe where Reborn and Bianchi never met?

 

“Now why would you think a thing like that?” Reborn replies tightly.

 

I shrug noncommittally and keep on moving. “I don’t know man, I just suddenly knew it. It popped into my brain with musical accompaniment and terror.”

 

He’s silent for a moment before he speaks again.

 

“I wouldn't say we were romantically involved. Bianchi has something of an …overactive imagination. We’ve done a few jobs together over the past few years but that was about the extent of our ‘relationship’ as you so eloquently put it.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Well, at least that disproves the ‘alternate universe where they never met theory.’ And the whole ‘lovers’ thing too. I don't know why but the thought of them actually being involved irritates me so fucking much.

 

“So any idea why she decided to attack our middle school?” Because, yes, I am very curious why we have seen the sudden influx of assassin types today. And I don't think the annual hitman convention is being held in town.

 

There must be an explanation.

 

“I have some idea.” Reborn says darkly.

 

“Care to share with the rest of the class.” I say once it becomes clear that he isn’t going to extrapolate.

 

“Wait until we meet up with the boys.” He replies.


When we finally make it to the science wing the halls are vacant. The fire alarm is still going though, but it sounds more distant on this side of the school. I still haven’t heard the tell tale sirens of emergency response vehicles which is concerning.

I wasn’t lying when I said response times were bad in this city. But they are not usually this bad. Which makes me think that there might be some interference going on.

The door to the science lab is closed and from what I can see through the small window It has been successfully barricaded with a tower of chairs, a bookshelf, and what looks like a cadaver.

 

Fucking awesome.

 

So it’s back into the vents I go. Seriously, at this point I think I could probably draw a map of our school ventilation system blindfolded. It’s not too hard to shimmy my way up into the ceiling though the exit hatch presents something of an uncomfortable drop.

 

The second I tumble though into the lab Tsuna has his arms around me in a crushing hug. He is babbling tearful assurances, apologies, and:

 

“You’re okay, you’re okay, thank god, I though you were dying. It felt like you were dying.”

 

I wrap my own arms around him in return and bury my face into his shoulder. It’s stabilizing. I don’t feel like I’m short circuiting and flying apart at the seams anymore. Tsuna is here, so everything is okay.

 

I slump more into the hug and feel Tsuna stumble slightly.

 

“Sorry bro-bro, I’m going to need to lean on you for a minute.”

 

He doesn’t argue. Just readjusts his footing to keep us both standing.

 

“I’ve got you.”

 

We spend the next few moments in silence as Tsuna lets me cry into his shoulder. I don’t know what I would do without him.

When I finally manage to re-centre myself I push away from Tsuna and scrub a sleeve across my face quickly and aggressively to wipe away the tear tracks. I angle the rim of the fedora down to shadow my red and puffy eyes.

 

A pretty crier I am not.

 

“Reborn what the heck is going on!?” Tsuna demand with a shrill edge to his voice. He turns to look at our tutor who has hopped up onto the table next to Hayato and Takeshi.

 

Hayato is staring intently at a bubbling beaker filled with electric blue liquid. Takeshi is next to him with safety googles on and protective mittens on his hands as he holds out two glass containers.

Takeshi isn’t paying attention to the volatile experiment happening to his immediate left though. His attention is fixated on me. And he looks furious.

 

I flinch reflexively.

 

Is he mad at me? What the hell did I do?

 

Is he pissed that I have his bat? He does get a little possessive of is baseball equipment. He can have the bat back. I got it for him.

 

“Inari... Who did that to you?” He asks vacantly.

 

Oh… it’s not ‘me’ he’s glaring at. Its the dark ring of bruises around my neck.

 

I quickly reach up to cover them but its too late at that point.

 

Tsuna sucks in a sharp breath as he finally noticed what he had been too distracted to before. And while all this heart warming concern is appreciated we have more important shit to worry about right now than my brief brush with death and my new found fear of asphyxiation.

 

“See above re-fucking assassins in our school.” I snark in a desperate attempt to diffuse the mounting tension.

 

“Seriously guys, we have bigger fish to fry than rehashing the less than epic adventure of Inari. We can do that later when we aren’t in danger of dying horrible gruesome deaths.”

 

I nod my head in Reborn’s direction hoping against hope that he will jump in with an actual explanation regarding our current state of affairs.

 

“Focus Dame-Tsuna.” Reborn snaps, but it lacks some of the usual bite.

 

He does manage to divert the attention away from me and my stunning new neck ware which I am extremely grateful for.

 

“Hey kid.” Takeshi greets brightly, switching moods so fast that it could give a guy whiplash. “Inari says that your a professional hitman.”

 

Or maybe it’s just the fact that situational awareness isn’t Takeshi’s strong suit. Either way I do appreciate the fact that he is no longer hyper focused on my whole... situation.

Reborn gives me a considering look before pulling Takeshi’s baseball bat out of my hands and handing it over to him.

 

“Inari is an honest sort.” He says in lieu of an actual answer.

 

Takeshi takes the bat gingerly and holds it in one of his mittened hands, making sure not to drop the glass beakers.

 

Reborn gives us all a look over before clearing his throat and continuing to speak.

 

“The situation as it currently stands is this: Vongola headquarters has suffered a security breach and some ‘sensitive information’ that should have been available to only a select few individuals has been leaked onto the underworlds information network.”

 

To say that Reborn looks displeased about this would be a grave understatement.

 

To say that Reborn looks murderous would also be a grave understatement.

 

“What sort of ‘sensitive information?’” Hayato asks warily still focusing on his volatile concoction.

 

“The identity and location of Vongola Decimo.”

 

We all stare.

 

“Who?” Takeshi asks.

 

Which is fair because I hadn’t really gotten into the whole title of mafia kingship when I had been giving him the Magical Mafia Cliff’s Notes.

 

“E-excuse me?” Tsuna squeaks in terror. Because he doesn’t have the same cocoon of ignorance to shield him from the truth of this very dangerous turn of events.

 

“You heard me.”

 

“B-b-but that’s ME!” He shrieks

 

“That also doesn’t really explain the sudden influx of assassins in our middle school.” I interject.

 

“The price for the head of Vongola Decimo is currently a hundred million.”

 

 

That is an absurd amount of money to pay for a teenaged mafia don in-training. That is an absurd amount of money to pay for anything in general.

 

“Who has that kind of money?” Hayato asks faintly.

 

He has finally lost concentration on the frothing liquids. The beakers have begun to froth over the edges and onto the table where it immediately starts eating away at the countertop.

Tsuna has gone completely offline. He is just sort of standing there staring vacantly into the middle distance mouthing ‘a hundred million’ over and over and over again. I really hope he doesn’t make himself pass out.

 

On the plus side; at least he’s not a cheep hit. He’s worth those big bucks and he hasn’t even done anything yet. Not that the price makes it better in any way shape or form.

 

“Her name is Cassandra Della Rosa.”

 

I don’t know who that is. But judging by the expression on Hayato’s face she is someone important in the criminal underworld. Still a name doesn’t really give me all the requisite information that I need on this person to hate her adequately.

 

“I don’t know who this person is. We’re going to need a little more context before we are sufficiently intimidated.”

 

“She was Federico Ferrino’s lover.” Reborn answers plainly.

 

That name sounds... familiar? Maybe?

 

“We know that name.” Tsuna says snapping back to reality. His brow is ruffled in intense concentration as he tries to recall where that name had come up before.

 

“You should,” Reborn nods, “I showed you his picture the day that we met. Well… a picture of his bones at least.”

 

Oh.

 

That’s who Federico was.

 

Vongola Nono’s first born son. The first in line for the position of Vongola Decimo.

 

Only his bones had remained.

 

“Oh, so what does she have against Tsuna? He didn’t kill that dude. Hell, we never even met him.”

 

“She doesn’t care about Tsuna in particular. It’s the head of Vongola Decimo that she wants. Tsuna just happens to hold that title at the moment. Cassandra Della Rosa’s goal is to hurt the Family.”

 

“B-but why?! If she and Federico-san were l-l-lovers why would she want to hurt his family?!” Tsuna stumbles over the L-word in his hysteria but it doesn’t really make his point any less valid.

 

Reborn doesn’t say anything for a moment.

 

“It is something of an open secret that Nono’s sons killed each other in their bid for control of the Family.”

 

‘It’s too bad that not all brothers share your sense of loyalty.’ Isn’t that what Reborn had told me?

 

His face is has retained his default neutrality. But there is something else there in the way that he’s not quite meeting any of our eyes.

 

A dark heartbreak.

 

One of those dead men had been his student, hadn’t they?

 

“They killed their brothers.” Tsuna whispers wide eyed and pale.

 

Reborn shrugs.

 

“Fratricide is not exactly an uncommon practice in the mafia Dame-Tsuna.”

 

We all stew on that lovely tidbit of information. Today is really drilling home just how brutal the mafia is, and how little I actually understand about any of this. Despite the ‘advantage’ that I have, I am starting to understand how very little I know at all. A story is one thing. Life is something else entirely.

Right now there are hitman in our school that had come here to kill my brother (or me if they all had the same bad info that Mrs. Nakamura ,or whoever the hell that was, had). They had come to lay siege to a random middle school in Japan to kill a kid who hadn’t even properly inherited his title yet.

These are actual killers that we are dealing with here.

 

And then I have a truly terrible thought.

 

“What about Mom!?”

 

If they had know enough to come to our school they would have known to come to our house. Where Mom would be alone and defenceless.

 

“Maman is fine.” Reborn says quickly cutting off the panic spiral that me and Tsuna had been quickly descending into. “An associate of mine is in town and will be looking out for her until this mess is resolved.”

 

We breath a collective sigh of relief.

 

Well, that solves one problem at least which just leaves us with the current issue of being besieged by assassins.

 

“Um,” Takeshi cuts in with a raised hand and a smile that falls more into the category of terrifying than cheerful. “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but the lady who wants to kill Tsuna is in Italy right?”

 

After receiving a nod he continues:

 

“So how do we kill her?”

 

Okay, so, without the filter of the ‘Mafia Game’ the whole ‘Natural Born Hitman’ thing really shines though. It probably says something tragic about me personally that wholesale murder actually seems like the most logical option right now.

 

Reborn smirks. He seems to like this option as well.

 

“Don’t worry Takeshi-kun. Headquarters is taking care of that part of our problem as we speak. Which just leaves our ‘infestation’ here in Namimori.”

 

Takeshi’s smile brightens considerably and he laughs, “Oh, that’s much easier then.”

 

A pair of safety goggles smacks him hard in the side of the head as Hayato finally explodes.

 

“Don't be so laid back about it baseball idiot!” He snaps, “Tsuna-sama’s life is on the line here!”

 

He punctuates his point with a slam of his foot, but this just makes Takeshi laugh even harder.

 

“Don't worry, Don't worry.” He soothes, “I'm plenty serious. It’s just exciting right?”

 

Takeshi’s smile then takes on a sharper edge as he continues, “besides Yukimura-sensei mentioned that I should try to find new hobbies.”

 

“Murder?” Tsuna asks vaguely.

 

“They started it.” I instantly snark back.

 

Reborn claps his hands together to refocus the waning attention of his pack of baby assassins. We quiet down and wait for him to speak again. His hands are clasped neatly behind his back and Leon is perched on his shoulder. There really shouldn't be anything threatening about the way Reborn looks.

 

He looks THREATENING.

 

Without the hat his hair is wild and there is a manic edge that is shining though those large black button eyes. There is nothing joyful about the smile that pulls across his face. The faint glow from the pacifier around his neck casts his entire visage into dramatic shadow.

 

He's basically a murder doll straight out of a Stephen King novel.

 

“Alright bambini, get ready for your first practical lesson in Mafia Warfare.”


Hayato makes us all goodie bags of destruction. Smoke bombs, flash bangs, knock-out-gas, and honest to god Molotov Cocktails. Mass destruction in a glass beaker (just add fire).

 

We are one hundred percent going to kill ourselves with this stuff.

 

It will be glorious.

 

He disperses them among the four of us at Reborn's instruction.

 

And then we plot.

 

“Knowledge is the most powerful weapon that you will ever wield.” Reborn tells us as we commence our round table discussion. “Never rush in blindly unless you have absolutely no other choice.”

 

He gives me a stern look as he says that last bit. I'm not sure if I appreciate that insinuation. I do have plans… it’s just that most of them are ‘blindly rush in and hope for the best.’

 

As quickly as we can we go over all we know about our first target.

 

Poison Scorpion Bianchi; freelance hit-woman. Specializes in poisons and close quarters combat. A former work partner of our tutor Reborn. Psychological profile: obsessive and volatile. Currently camping out in our school cafeteria; located on the ground floor of the main building with,what we can only assume (judging by what I have already seen of her handiwork while I was crawling through the vents), is a virtually limitless supply of poison soup to drown us in.

 

Poor Hayato looks profoundly unwell just talking about her. I don't blame him. I’ve only had the briefest of encounters with her ‘creation’ and the thought of it makes me want to throw up. I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for him growing up as the sole target of her ‘creative pursuits.’

 

She must have been legitimately trying to kill him. I can’t really think of any other explanation of why she would repeatedly feed her brother the poison cooking she would later go and assassinate people with. There is no way she didn't know what she was doing.

 

But we’re going to table that until we’re done kicking her ass.

 

“She is dangerous,” Reborn tells us, “and despite current evidence to the contrary she is smart.”

 

He really isn’t happy with her right now. His dissatisfaction rings out with ever frigid word that he speaks.

 

“What do you think the chances are that she, you know, just killed a fuck ton of our classmates and is currently sitting on a throne of corpses?” I ask tentatively.

 

The looks of horror and panic that I receive in return are not entirely unwarranted. But I can’t be the only one thinking about the potential body count that we’re facing, right?

 

“High,” Hayato says.

 

At the same time Reborn says, “low.”

 

The look at each other. Ex-partner vs. Brother/ex-victim; who knows the crazy assassin lady best?

 

“Her technique is messy and has a wide area of effect, but historically she has kept a relatively low body count when it comes to civilians and bystanders. At most they will be out with a bad stomach flu.”

 

Hayato sighs but nods in agreement.

 

Somewhat upsetting but, not as much as it could have been.

 

“So how do we deal with her?” Tsuna asks, his voice is wavering with barely suppressed nerves. “I mean, if her favourite weapon is food and she in the cafeteria, that's the worst place we could fight her right?”

 

“Good observation Tsuna.” Reborn says.

 

Tsuna lights up at the genuine bit of praise from our tutor.

 

“Unfortunately the chances of us rooting her out are slim to none. Which is why we’re going to have to be smart about this.”

 

He looks us all up and down.

 

“Two teams, one for assault one for distraction. And Inari and Hayato-kun will need to be on separate teams.”

 

The two of us share a confused look.

 

“How come?”

 

“You boys mentioned that there were two men in green suits. Ones that only you can see?”

 

Ah, our creepy crawly friends.

 

“What about them?”

 

“I'm not fond of uninvited guests and if we are going to be interrupted I would prefer to see it coming.”

 

That makes sense.

 

“I’ll be on the assault team.” Tsuna bursts out suddenly.

 

We all jump and stare at him.

 

His lips are drawn into a tense line and he is trembling. He doesn't look particularly excited to be volunteering for this job.

 

“Tsuna?”

 

“I’m doing this.” He says as he gives me this uncharacteristically severe look.

 

“Are you sure? You don't look particularly keen to-”

 

“If I don't do it you will do it.” He cuts me off, “and I really don't want you to do it so I'm going to do it.”

 

“Okay, okay I got it. Just don't hyperventilate.”

 

“I’ll go with you Tsuna-sama!” Hayato jumps forth clasping Tsuna’s hands between his own his eyes shimmering with unshed tears of devotion.

 

“So that leaves me and Inari as team distraction.” Takeshi laughs as he slings an arm around my shoulder. “Sounds like fun.”

 

Reborn gives us all a nod of approval before jumping up onto Tsuna’s shoulder. He beckons me over with a wave of his hand and I step in. Only to have him swipe the fedora off of my head and place it snugly back onto his own.

For a brief moment I consider protesting, but it looks better on him anyway. And who knows, maybe Bianchi wouldn't be able to recognize him without the signature hat.

 

“We are going to be utilizing the ventilation system in order to get the drop on her. We will wait for the two of you to start the distraction before we move in for the attack.”

 

“Have fun crawling thought the vents guys. I’m pretty sure there are plenty of spiders left in there for you.” I say with an exaggerated smile and a wave.

 

Someone else can have all the fun of getting up close and personal with the school ventilation system for once. Me and Takeshi would be taking the direct route and strolling down the hall, like the nice distractions that we were.

 

Tsuna just glares at me.

 

“Stay safe please.” He says and then he hops up onto the table and scurries into the vent.

 

“You too bro-bro.”

 

Hayato gives us a quick salute before following him in.

 

And then there were two.

 

Tsuna is going to be fine. He has the lord and master of chaos at his side so there is no way he isn’t going to be fine. Me and Takeshi on the other hand, are another matter entirely. I don’t particularly want to go back crawling in the vents again, but I also do not want to run into the scary priest guy or whatever it was that was roaring earlier.

We hadn’t really come up with contingency plans for all the hostiles currently besieging our school. I'm not even sure how many mafia types are currently here either. If Mrs. Nakamura was actually an assassin the whole time there is a chance that the entire faculty is made up of assassins.

 

An unlikely scenario, but it is a possibility.

 

Hope for the best, plan for the worst. Isn't that what people say?

 

If today has taught me anything it is that I need to be more prepared. This isn’t fun and games, this is serious and there are lives on the line.

My train of thought is rudely interrupted by another one of those earth shaking roars tearing though the school.

 

If Takeshi minds that I am digging my nails into his arm he doesn't mention it.

 

“Come on,” I say tugging him toward the maintenance shaft that will take us back to the ground floor. “We better hurry up.”


The school has pretty much been evacuated at this point. We do encounter a couple stragglers though and usher them out as best that we can. We also have a brief run in with Kusakabe, Hibari’s hulking second in command. He directs our attention to a collection of about fifteen interlopers who have been beaten bloody and duck taped to the walls.

 

“I had a feeling Hibari would be on the warpath.”

 

There was never any chance that he would let a literal invasion of his territory go unchallenged. Blunt instrument of destruction and all that. He pretty much only knows how to do the one thing. Destroy the enemy.

 

“That would be putting it lightly Sawada,” Kusakabe says.

 

He looks us both over and notices the bruises around my neck, our makeshift implements of war and raises an eyebrow.

 

“Your getting in on this?”

 

“You bet, we’re off to take down one of the mini-bosses now.”

 

“Uh-huh.” This asshole always looks so unimpressed with me. If I wasn't so busy right now I would teach him a lesson.

 

“If you happen to run into Kyoya could you do me a favour and make sure that he hasn't gotten himself shot?”

 

“I’ll add it to the list.”

 

And we’re off again.

 

I will say, it is nice to be on the same side as the Disciplinary Committee for once. Para-military regimes made up of juvenile delinquents are actually quite useful when combating actual gangsters.

 

We haven’t run into Kyoko yet. I'm hoping that she has gotten the heck out of here. Not that I wouldn't love to have Terminator-Kyoko on our side, but I'm not sure if she can summon her powers of sunshine and pain without the help of the Deathperation bullet.

 

“I always forget that your friends with those guys,” Takeshi comments suddenly distracting me from my train of thought.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Hibari and the DC guys. You hang out with them sometimes right?”

 

“The word your looking for is enemies. You have to care about people for them to be your friends.”

 

He laughs like its the funniest joke he's ever heard.

 

“You care, you wouldn't be so worried about Hibari if you didn't care.”

 

My entire body freezes up and I stop in my tracks to just glare at him. Yes, thank you Takeshi, I really needed that emotional revelation right now at this moment where there is nothing I can do about anything and everything is terrible.

 

“There’s no point being worried about that asshole,” I finally manage to say, “He has more hit points than all of us combined.”

 

Takeshi stops and stares back at me with an easy smile and his arms folded behind his head. If I didn't know him better I would say he isn’t taking this seriously.

 

“You keep using video game metaphors too. You really are worried.”

 

“Yes,” I hiss at him, “I'm worried. Of course I'm worried. Incase you hadn't noticed this is a worrying situation.”

 

I rub absently at the ring of dark bruises around my neck and try very hard not to get sucked back down into the panic spiral. I try very hard not to think about how close I had come to dying. And I try very, very hard not to think about the high probability that we may all still die.

 

“Sorry, sorry. I'd didn't mean anything by it.” He fidgets with the bat testing the grip an slinging it over his shoulder. “I'm worried too.”

 

God damn it.

 

I let out a harsh breath and reach out to grab his wrist. Takeshi has taken this whole mafia and assassins thing remarkably well considering that this morning he had no idea about either of these things. I can’t blame him for being nervous. Hell I couldn't blame him if he decided to turn tail and run right now.

 

“Listen dude, I am like terrified beyond all reason right now. Everything about this situation is fucked beyond belief and I am worried about everyone. I might die, you might die, we all might die. I am terrified. But, I would rather be terrified with you were with me than on my own. And I know that makes me a shitty asshole because a good friend wouldn't want to drag someone they care about into the line of fire with them. So I guess I'm a shitty friend so I'm sorry about that but also not and -”

 

My developing hysterical rant is cut short by a hand covering my mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut, not really willing to look at him and waiting with bated breath for him to realize what a terrible idea this is and to leave me here alone…

 

He slowly takes his hand away from my mouth and rests it on my shoulder. And then all my anxiety begins to wash away as a cool calm seeps into me. Steadying the frantic heartbeat that has been hammering painfully in my chest since that ‘Illusionist’ had tried to choke the life out of me.

 

When I open my eyes all I see is blue.

 

Oh…

 

So that's why they’re called flames of tranquility.

 

“Same,” He says, “to all of that.”

 

I don't say anything. I just bask in the calming blue glow, the pure chiming of bells, and the beating of a distant drum.

 

“Now lets go kick this bitch’s ass.”


There are two large double doors that lead from the main hall into the cafeteria. They are ever so slightly ajar and pressed outward against their hinges and a thick viscous red sludge is oozing outward.

 

Well this looks perfectly welcoming.

 

I don't know what mad science was used to create this infinitely propagating nightmare ooze and I don't particularly want to know. But I can’t help but wonder; where do all the bugs come from. Is her secret sauce full of insect larva or something?

 

Gross.

 

Just gross.

 

“And why did it have to be maggots?” I mutter morosely to myself.

 

As carefully as we can Takeshi and I creep into position. Taking care to watch where we step so not to slip and fall on our assess. I don't really want to get any more up close and personal with the poison cooking than I absolutely have to.

Once I have my back pressed up against the wall and a clear sight line into the cafeteria I pull out my phone and text Reborn:

 

We’re ready when you are.

 

I get a response almost immediately.

 

From Reborn: We’ll move on your mark.

 

And then…

 

From Reborn: Remember to use your head brat.

 

I take a moment to peek through the crack in the door and get a lay of the land.

 

And well… It’s bad.

 

It’s really bad.

 

I had only gotten a brief look when we were here earlier. But at least then the students in here at least looked conscious. There are just piles of bodies littering the floor.

 

Reborn's assessment seems to check out though, while this does look like an apocalyptic war zone none of them look dead. And really considering the smell and the bugs unconsciousness doesn't seem like such a bad alternative right now.

 

And there, sitting in the centre of all the chaos is a familiar read haired woman.

 

Poison Scorpion Bianchi.

 

She is perched on top of one of the lunch tables that hadn't been upended. She almost looks like a model… if not for the fact that she had a semi-conscious boy held up by the collar of his shirt.

 

“We’re going to try this one more time.” She says sweetly bringing him up close to her face.

 

And then I watch as the gentle smile melts away into an ugly glower and she aggressively starts shaking him.

 

“Where is Sawada?”

 

“I don't know who that is!” The kid wails in terror.

 

She smacks him hard across the face and is wails quiet to whimpers and sobs.

 

Upon seeing this my own adrenaline levels spike and the crackle of electricity begins to crawl across my skin.

 

“She’s not very nice is she?” Takeshi whispers from his position at the other doorway.

 

“Not at all.”

 

This has given me an idea for a distraction. A really bad idea for a distraction. Reborn had told me to use my head after all.

 

I step in front of the doors and pull them the rest of the way open so that I am standing in full view. I cup my hands around my mouth and I shout:

 

“Hey bitch!”

 

Bianchi startles and drops the guy as she turns to face me.

 

“I heard you were looking for me.”

 

This probably wasn't exactly what Reborn had in mind when he had told me to use my head, but hey, whatever works right?

 

She smiles.

 

“There you are Vongola Decimo.” She reaches behind herself and pulls out a plate of something green and bubbling. “Now die like a good little boy.”

 

The only thing that saves me from taking that plate straight to the face is the literal decade of experience I have ducking out the the way of Takeshi’s wild pitches. Muscle memory for the win.

When it splats on to the ground five feet behind me it starts making a hissing sound and I watch in mute horror as it literally eats a hole through the floor.

 

That could have been my face.

 

She just tried to melt my face.

 

Holy shit!

 

There is crazy and then there is CRAZY and Bianchi has crossed over into the comic book super villain kind of crazy.

 

The next two plates come flying at me before I have a chance to move. Lucky for me Takeshi’s reflexes are akin to a God’s.

 

The bat swings through the air makes contact and sends both death platters flying back her way.

 

And thus begins a high velocity food fight of death the likes of which Namimori middle school has never seen before.

 

I dodge between the doors taunting her.

 

She throws her toxic concoctions.

 

Takeshi launches a counter strike sending them back at her.

 

And then there is a crack of a gunshot.

 

An explosion of orange flames.

 

And Tsuna, clad only in his boxers, with Hayato clinging to him for dear life, burst through the ceiling with the fury of his Dying Will. Landing square on top of Bianchi.

 

“STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!” He roars grabbing her and putting her into a headlock.

 

I don't have long to celebrate Tsuna’s dynamic entry/ moment of awesomeness or the glorious expression of WTF that forms on Bianchi’s face. That sound is back. That ear splitting scream of electronics followed by the tonal dissonance.

 

I only have a second to dive tackle Takeshi out of the way before two beams of violent violet light strike the wall where we had been standing.

 

“I was wondering what those guns do.”

 

And then there is a sound. Like thousands of glass windows cracking and shattering in a symphony of destruction. I watch in fascination as from the points of violet light embedded in the wall a wall of crystal begins to rapidly grow. Almost instantaneously the walls and doorways are covered in an opaque sheet of violet with jutting spikes and scale like protrusions.

 

We're cut off from the rest of our party.

 

This is probably a bad thing.

 

“Fascinating.”

 

The voice that is projected through the suit is stilted and robotic. It almost sounds like it's coming through a vocoder.

 

Like whoever is speaking is talking through these guys.

 

The splitting pain that crashes through my skull at this thought tells me that I'm about to run head first into a locked plot point. Meaning whatever revelation is about to punch me in the face is going to hurt one way or another.

 

So, the question is, who is the man in the machine?

 

“Is it a purely auditory cue that gives them away or is there something else?”

 

I sit up so I'm half straddling Takeshi and look up at our looming robotic friends.

 

“Naw, I'm just tuned into your station.” I snark the best that I can from the low ground.

 

“An irritating oversight.”

 

“Umm, Inari?” Takeshi asks tentatively, “who are you talking to?”

 

Right, I forgot he can’t actually see them. I should probably see if I can fix that.

 

I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. There is every possibility that I'm going to be sitting here looking like an idiot when nothing happens. But, hey, this might actually work and it will be awesome.

 

Lightning pulses and arcs in my palms and I lunges forward grasping each of them by an ankle. The current unleashes traveling up and across their bodies. They spark and a wave of what looks like television static washes over both of them and then it passes.

 

They’re both still standing there.

 

“Oh, there they are.”

 

I glance down at Takeshi to find him grinning widely at our newly visible friends.

 

Great, it worked.

 

I have no idea why or how it worked, but it worked.

 

“There, now we can all see each other.”

 

Oh boy, do they look large and imposing from this angle.

 

“You will make a most intriguing test subject.”

 

“You'll have to catch me first Mr. Ghost in the Machine,” I challenge like the cocky idiot I most certainly am.

 

They burst into action with deadly synchronicity. Gauntleted fist swinging down toward us.

 

They're fast.

 

But Takeshi is faster.

 

Their trajectory is knocked off course as he swings the bat in a wide arc above my head catching them both. And just for a fraction of a second it look as if they are caught moving through molasses.

 

I don't let the moment go to waste. I somersault my way thorough the closest ones legs, hit the wall on the other side of the hall, and use the extra leverage to leap up onto its back.

 

And I just sort of dangle there, because these things are like seven feet tall.

 

“That shouldn't be too difficult.” The speaker crackles .

 

Suddenly, I'm flailing in mid-air as the robot (I am almost positive that they are robots now, arms don't move like that) hoists me off its back by the collar of my shirt.

 

The world spins as it flings me back over its shoulder and slams me up against the wall of violet virulent crystal. As soon as I touch it it begins to crack and expand crawling over the exposed skin and holding me in place. Pressed this close up I can just barely make out the sounds of explosions and shouting from the other side of the wall.

 

I hope those guys remember that there are innocent bystanders in there.

 

“There. I’ve captured you,” It intones flatly. “Reborn isn't keeping up to his usual standards if this is the best you can manage.”

 

This time there is no thought. No charge. There is just the intense spike of outrage and the accompanying blinding flash of lightning. When I finally manage to blink my vision clear I spot my assailant a twitching mess of fried circuitry broken on the ground.

 

Ow.

 

That. Hurt.

 

The crystal that was holding me in place shatters and I fall to my knees and tuck my hands and arms close to my chest. There is a crushing stabbing pain that is running from my fingertips up my forearms. My skin is hot an red and it feels like the worst pins and needles that I have ever had in my life.

 

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” I chant.

 

“To use yourself as a conduit… you’re not very intelligent are you.” It's not a question the way that he says it, it is a statement of fact.

 

Irritating fucking asshole.

 

I glare up at where the other one should be standing, and I have to do a double take. He's not there. There is only Takeshi standing there giving me this very concerned and somewhat exasperated look. The sneaky fuck must have gone invisible again while I was distracted with the other one.

 

I'm looking around wildly trying to catch sight of it again. When I hear the voice again.

 

“Idiot.”

 

And then I focus back in on Takeshi. Or rather, the head that Takeshi has tucked under his arm like s football.

 

“Like your one to talk,” I snap at the decapitated head. “What made you think this was a good idea anyway? And who the fuck are you?”

 

The person on the other end of the speaker sighs.

 

“Honestly, I wouldn't have bothered with any of this nonsense if you lot hadn't interrupted a very delicate experiment last night.”

 

Last night?

 

“It was a very inconvenient interruption.”

 

No way. No fucking way.

 

“You were working with the Hammerheads?”

 

The disdainful laughter that comes from the decapitated head makes this whole scene seem way more evil than it had before.

 

“‘With them’ vastly overestimates their importance. No, I was outsourcing the production of a highly volatile compound to an expendable workforce.”

 

Ouch, I almost feel bad for those guys. They obviously hadn't known what the hell they were doing.

 

“What are you, Lex Luthor plotting to take over Metropolis with your doomsday weapon?” I ask snidely.

 

There is more chuckling projected through the speaker.

 

“Nothing so extravagant as that.” They say, “and since you are so interested in my identity; you can call me Verde.”

 

As soon as he says his name I am steamrolled by half-formed memories slamming into my brain. And I remember - green hair, glasses, lab coat, alligator…green pacifier.

 

Because it was more than just Reborn who had been cursed. There had been more….

 

There had been seven.

 

The pain that explodes inside my head as I try to brute force my way to the sealed information is indescribable and is accompanied by bursts of orange light behind my eyes.

 

I press my aching hands against the sides of my head in a desperate attempt to try to keep my skull from breaking. I try desperately to reach for more information but there's nothing else.

 

Except the void.

 

“Whatever your doing I recommend that you stop. Your heart rate has accelerated dramatically. If you keep this up your going to send yourself into cardiac arrest.” Verde says dryly.

 

Then it all stops, and I am back in the hall with Takeshi gazing at me with obvious concern. He looks a little banged up himself but nothing too bad. A few scrapes and bruises.

 

He slowly lifts ups the talking head so he's holding it at eye level and smiles guilelessly into what I now see is a camera where an eye would traditionally be.

 

“I don't really get what you guys are talking about, are you still going to be trying to kill Tsuna?” He asks, remembering the important part of why we're doing this in the first place.

 

There is a long pause before Verde answers us.

 

“At this point the entire endeavour is more trouble than it's worth.” We hear the sounds of typing come through the speaker before he continues, “Vongola is already acting, anyone who tries to fulfill this contract will be facing quite a bit of trouble. Though that probably won't deter the others who have already arrived in this …. Lovely town of yours.”

 

“That was a lot of words was there a ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ somewhere in there?”

 

There is a burst of startled laughter after the words tumble thoughtlessly from my mouth.

 

“Oh he must just adore you,” He says. “No, I will not make any further attempts to assassinate Sawada Tsunayoshi.”

 

“Good.” Takeshi chirps happily and tucks the head back under his arm.

 

We listen to the sounds of more typing and I start to wonder if Verde has just lost interest in this conversation and forgot to turn off the mic. Is there a way to hang up on our end?

 

“You should drop the helm now,” he informs us suddenly, “I have set it to self destruct in forty seconds. Once it does the jamming frequency that it is emitting will go down and emergency calls made in the area will go through. Although, I estimate it will be another thirty minutes before the police force arrives.”

 

Me and Takeshi share a look, turn to the wall of virulent cloud crystals in front of us, back at the robot head, and then nod.

 

He quickly sets it down at the base of the crystal wall, while I quickly loot the remains of our robotic adversaries. There's not much left of them but the space age guns they had been toting are still in tact so I grab those. And then we scuttle back and duck into the, now vacated, administration office.

 

“Give Reborn my regards.” Verde says.

 

There is a drawn out height pitched whine before the helm detonates. The following explosion shakes the foundations and sends us toppling into each other.

 

When we poke our heads back out into the wall there are shards of purple class scattered everywhere but mostly congealing and melting into Bianchi’s nightmare in puffs of red and violet smoke.

 

Tsuna and Hayato are standing in one of the doorways wielding chairs. Tsuna has one raised high above his head, while it looks like Hayato was caught in mid swing. They had probably been trying to bludgeon the wall from the other side. They are giving us these wide eyed stunned expressions. We only return the stunned looks and wave weakly at them.

 

“Hey guys,” I greet with a half hearted wave.

 

I'm exhausted.

 

Today has been absolutely fucking exhausting. I'm about ready for this quest to be over and done with. Verde had mentioned something about Vongola making moves; I hope one of those moves moves a clean up crew here to handle the rest of these fucking assassins so that the rest of us go have a four day nap.

 

Though I wouldn't trade the sight of Reborn having hogtied and gagged Bianchi for anything. She looks so pissed off, it's hilarious.

 

But hopefully the cavalry will arrive soon and she can be someone else's problem. Because I sure as hell do not want her moving in to our house.

 

The three of them make their way out of the cafeteria stepping carefully over the coagulated chemical stew of the poison cooking. And dragging Bianchi straight through it on her face. This ticks off two of our assassin problems from the list. I'm not sure how many more there might be mulling around, but all things considered we aren't doing that badly.

 

Of course, just as I have this vaguely optimistic though a high pitched laugh echoes through the long hallway and a long dark shadow is cast upon us. A dark shadow with horns… and a rocket launcher. And a high pitched voice declares:

 

“DIE REBORN!!!”

 

As Lambo Bovino, in his cow print pyjama glory, fires a rocket straight at us.

 

“Fucking hell.”

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Reborn springs into action before the rest of us can even properly react to the incoming projectile. He kicks it away with ease sending it flying past the cafeteria down the hall toward where the principals office is. The whole thing is executed with such practiced ease that I’m almost jealous.

 

Mostly, I’m just grateful that we didn’t get blown to smithereens.

 

Unfortunately, Lambo follows this up with a barrage of grenades raining down upon us. I am so exhausted that I can’t make myself move with my usual level of agility. I just kind of waver there staring up into death.

 

“INARI!” Tsuna screams at me.

 

In the blink of an eye, a small (and yet extremely powerful) hand grabs me by the back of my shirt and I am flung straight into Tsuna who takes the full brunt of having a human person slammed into his gut. We end up rolling an extra few feet after the grenades land and detonate.

 

“Now fucking what?” Hayato hisses.

 

He has three sticks of dynamite clutched between the fingers of his left hand and in his right one of his home brew creations that he concocted in the science lab.

 

“I think it’s a kid.” Takeshi says, coming to stand behind him.

 

The kid in question charges at Reborn and is quickly rebuked. He is sent skidding on his knees across the floor where he tumbles into the wall and starts wailing.

 

I have been both anticipating and dreading the arrival of Lambo. Ever since I Reborn arrived and I started ‘remembering’ things I knew that this kid was eventually going to turn up. And with him a certain problematic ‘item’ that I am unable to properly think about.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I have tried to think about it. However, every time I try to think about that particular magic item that the kid has squirrelled away in his pocket of extra dimensional space I end up with a splitting head ache and the taste of grape cough syrup sticking to the inside of my mouth.

 

I have tried bashing my skull against that metaphorical wall many times trying to brute force my way to the information that I know is just waiting there. Here is what I have discovered in my attempts:

 

I can think about Lambo Bovino as a person that exists in this world. If I am careful about how I am ‘remembering’ him I can even draw up some important plot points that are associated with him.

 

I can also think about time-travel as a concept and understand that under certain specific circumstances it is possible in this world. I just can’t think about myself time traveling. There in lyes the painful backlash of the paradox.

 

And I absolutely cannot make myself think about the ‘thing’ that I know he has hidden in his hair. I know that it’s there. I know what it does. But if I try to actively think about it things on the inside of my head start getting a little more fucked up than usual.

 

I assume it might be the universe trying to keep me from creating a world ending paradox that would result in the end of space time as we know it, so I have mostly been okay with letting this curiosity un-prodded.

 

But now, when I’m actually looking at this tiny kid sniffling on the ground with scraped knees, I’m not thinking about any of that world ending complicated stuff.

 

Who’s child is this?

 

Who let his small child go to a foreign country all by himself with an arsenal of deadly and dangerous weaponry at his disposal?

 

Why doesn’t this small child have any parental supervision?

 

I lever myself off of Tsuna and brush past Reborn who has taken an offensive stance in front of the four of us. I take a quick moment to marvel that through all of that he had somehow managed to keep Bianchi ensnared and relatively unharmed.

I kneel down next to the blubbering little boy, and he looks up at me with these big watery green eyes. He looks so sad and fucking pathetic. This kid is five and he is alone. He doesn’t have anyone except us fucking idiots, and he doesn’t even have us yet.

 

“You okay there kiddo?” I ask him as gently as possible.

 

He sniffles and gives me the most petulant look that he can muster under the current circumstances.

 

“Lambo-san isn’t a kid,” he insists with a hiccup, “Lambo-san is five years old and a professional hitman.”

 

Oh my god, this fucking kid. He’s a bratty little asshole and so fucking adorable in his outrage that it hurts.

 

“Really?” I ask humouring him. “You must be very strong then.”

 

Lambo nods excitedly, momentarily forgetting his scraped little knees. “Lambo-san is the strongest!” He declares proudly, “That’s why the boss sent him on this super important mission!”

 

“That’s very cool,” I tell him mentally promising the boss of the Bovino Family a painful death for apparently sending a literal toddler after the World’s Greatest Hitman.

 

“My name is Inari,” I introduce myself. “And over there is my brother Tsuna, and our friends Hayato and Takeshi.”

 

Takeshi waves.

 

Tsuna and Hayato just kind of stare at me with a ‘why are you befriending the assassin you idiot!?’ Look.

 

I hear Reborn’s footsteps as he comes to stand next to us.

 

“And you already know Reborn of course.” I say nodding toward the master of chaos himself.

 

Lambo gives everyone curious looks, but he gets a little nervous when he notices the calculating way that Reborn is staring at him. He tries to get back up, but his knees hit the ground and he lets out a yelp and starts whimpering again.

 

Poor little guy.

 

“Your a little banged up there buddy.” I say digging in my pocket for the stash of bandaids that I always keep at the ready incase Tsuna needs them. I pull out a handful and find sparkly cartoon dinosaurs looking back at me.

 

“Look,” I say dangling the glittery adorable dinosaur bandaids in front of his face like a piece of candy, “I have sparkly dinosaurs! Do you want one?”

 

His eyes light up and he makes a grabby motion toward them.

 

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Gimme!”

 

“Alright, show me your knees and I’ll put them on for you.”

 

“Kay.”

 

Behind me I can hear my brother and friends start to crack up as I tend to this bratty little kid. I don’t know exactly what is so funny about this situation. As far as I’m concerned they are all fucking assholes.

 

“You are surprisingly good with children.” Reborn observes as I expertly stick pink and yellow stegosaurus’ onto scraped knees.

 

I shrug.

 

I don’t really know if I am or not. What I do know is that I have a terrible soft spot for underdogs and scrappers. And this kid is both of those things.

 

“H-h-hey Reborn!” Lambo abruptly greets, “It’s me Lambo!”

 

Reborn continues to stare at this tiny little disaster child and for a second I’m almost terrified that he’s going to snub him and then we would have an entirely different problem on our hands. Instead he starts speaking rapid Italian to him. Lambo blinks at him and responds. They go back and forth for a little bit. During which time Takeshi crouches down next to me with a bright smile on his face.

 

Tsuna and Hayato are still keeping alert and watching out for enemies that might descend upon us at any moment, which I appreciate. Though I can see Hayato’s ears perk up as the conversation continues.

 

Lambo says something, and I have no idea what it might have been but the sound of outrage and frustration that Reborn makes leads me to believe that it couldn’t have been anything good.

 

Reborn pinches the bridge of his nose and turns away from Lambo with a somewhat pained expression. I can only assume that whatever was said was just as ridiculous as one would expect. He actually seems more worn out from this than from the acutely assassins that we have been dealing with all day.

 

“I can’t stand that family,” I hear him mutter before he abruptly re-centres himself and hops onto Tsuna’s head.

 

“Dame-Tsuna we’re taking the cow with us.” He announces, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument.

 

“What!? Why!?” Tsuna asks incredulously. “He just tried to kill us! Doesn’t that me he’s one of the assassins sent here to kill ‘Vongola Decimo?’”

 

“Bro, he’s like five.” I tell him flatly.

 

“So?” He fires back. “Reborn is like two and we don’t doubt that he could kill us all in a heartbeat.”

 

I sigh. There is no point opening that particular can of worms. Instead, I look back down at Lambo who has finally stopped crying and busy being enchanted by by Takeshi juggling some spare change. Which I’ll admit is pretty enchanting.

 

I look at Tsuna who glares back at me in a sad attempt at putting his foot down.

 

I quirk an eyebrow at him.

 

The glare wavers.

 

I flutter my eyelashes at him in my best pretty, pretty please expression.

 

He looks away.

 

Victory is mine!

 

“Fine,” he relents.

 

“Hey Lambo,” I turn back to our new little buddy with a big smile.

 

Takeshi has balanced a small stack of shiny coins on the tip of his nose and Lambo is giggling in glee. Seriously, who sent actual literal baby away?

 

“We’re on a super secret, super dangerous mission right now,” I tell him conspiratorially. “Do you think that you can help us out?”

 

“Why would we need a snot nosed-“ the rest of Hayato’s outrage is muffled behind Tsuna’s hand.

 

He obviously knows nothing about dealing with small children.

 

Lambo doesn’t seem to have noticed though. He leaps to his feet with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out with all the self importance that a five year old can muster and gives us all a cocky grin and a haughty laugh.

 

“Of course! Lambo-san is super strong and brave!”

 

This fucking brat is too fucking cute.

 

“Good because I’m very scared, so I’m going to need your help.”

 

“BWAHAHA! Don’t worry fratello! Lambo-san will protect you from all the bad guys!”

 

They guys are all trying so hard not to laugh as I beseech this child for his help. Tsuna has one hand clamped over his own mouth and the other over Hayato’s. I hear a small chuckle escape Reborn before he turns away.

 

Takeshi isn’t even trying to hide his own amusement. He laughs brightly, “What a cute kid.”

 

A moment later I hear Hayato mutter, “fucking softie.”

 

I will get him back for that later, when we aren’t all in mortal danger.

 

“Enough,” Reborn says cutting short our moment of levity. “Focus up boys.”

 

He hops onto Takeshi’s shoulder as he is the tallest perch among us. Takeshi takes it in good grace. Though the whole picture is kind of weird considering that Reborn is still holding the tether that is keeping Bianchi bound and out of our hair. She is still watching all of us intently though which is uncomfortable.

 

“We aren’t out of trouble yet Dame-Tsuna,” he warns. “Don’t get cocky because you took down one hit woman.”

 

He nods his head toward Bianchi glowers at the rest of us the best she can with a gag in her mouth.

 

“I think we’re at four now actually.” I say absently thinking back on all the fights we’ve had today.

 

“Hn?”

 

“That illusionist person, Bianchi, and Verde’s robot dudes,” I list counting them off on my fingers.

 

“Verde?!” Reborn snaps.

 

“Says ‘hi’ by the way,” I tell him flippantly as I deliberately miss the point.

 

I pull myself to my feet and gather Lambo into my arms.

 

“And that’s not counting all the guys that Hibari took out either,” Takeshi adds. “He’s gotten more points than all of us.”

 

“At least that asshole is good for something,” Hayato grumbles.

 

Reborn just stares at me for a moment before he starts aggressively rubbing his temples. There have been so many unexpected surprises for him today. It must be off-putting for someone who is used to dishing out the unexpected chaos not the one on the receiving end of it.

 

I almost feel bad.

 

Almost.

 

As it stands I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten the worse of the beating today, and I’m starting to run a little low on sympathy.

 

“We’re getting out of here,” Tsuna rules firmly looking around to each of us. Though some of the impact of his conviction is lost on the fact that he is standing around in his boxer shorts.

 

“You sound confident Dame-Tsuna,” Reborn says.

 

“Well, the only other thing we can do now is give up and die,” Tsuna replies. “So we are going to get out of here because I am NOT going to die in this terrible school!”

 

I can’t help it, I laugh.

 

“I am right there with you bro-bro.”

 

“Great...” and then realizing that he is standing in the hall in his underwear, “does anyone have some pants?”

 

“Dame-Tsuna,” Reborn chides and then throws a randomly materialized gym uniform into Tsuna’s face.


I wish that I could say that escaping Namimori Middle School was as easy as walking out the front door. But nothing today has been easy so far. So why would this be any different?

 

Tsuna takes the lead. The sky flame is burning like an ember on his forehead and his eyes have settled somewhere between their natural brown and the unnatural orange. I’m not sure where he is sitting on the sliding scale of Dying Will Mode, but he has his perception skill turned up to eleven.

 

Thanks to him we manage to avoid at least six more random encounters with various terrifying looking individuals. It really is fucking Assassin Con 2002 here right now. I don’t know what message board this Cassandra chick posted her call to arms on but it obviously had a very wide reach. Though I get the feeling that only about a hand full of these fuckers are actually dangerous. Most of them seem pretty... normal.

 

Well, normal for assassins at least.

 

“We should try to get out through the teachers parking lot,” he whispers. “It exits right onto 4th and it’s a straight shot to the shopping centre from there.”

 

“We could get lost in Lucky Taro’s Grocery Store for a bit,” I add with a grin. “That place is a warp in space, no one would ever find us.”

 

The four of us look to Reborn, who is still perched on Takeshi’s shoulder, for the final okay. He is the expert here, and Tsuna’s not even trying to dispute his authority anymore.

 

He silently regards us for a moment before saying, “You’re certainly not as hopeless as I thought Tsuna.”

 

We take that as our all clear to keep moving.

 

After a couple minutes I have to haul Lambo up onto my shoulders for s piggy back ride. The pins and needles in my arms have yet to go away completely and my skin has started to sting uncomfortably.

 

I’m vaguely terrified that I have given myself som sort of nerve damage by using myself as a ‘conduit.’ I’m not sure what Verde had meant about that but the more I think on it the less good it sounds.

 

Apparently Hayato thinks so too. He falls in step beside me as I, covertly as possible, examine the red and swollen lines across my forearms and palms.

 

“What have you done to yourself now.” He asks with a hiss of sympathy.

 

“I’m pretty sure I electrocuted myself,” I tell him blandly.

 

“Electo- What? How?”

 

“Magic lighting.”

 

“What?”

 

I give him a side long look and shrug the best I can with a small child clinging to my back.

 

“Dude, as soon as I figure it out I will tell you.”

 

I can tell by the look on his face that this is not even close to an adequate explanation. Hayato is a man of science after all, the ‘magic’ explanation must grate on his nerves.

 

He is about to say something else when he is interrupted by Lambo who has noticed the fun new designs on my arms.

 

“Fratello, your arms look funny,” he laughs and proceeds to lean over and prod at them.

 

It takes everything I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek and NOT scream.

 

The jolt of agony that blossoms at the point of contact is unexpected and has by hair standing on end. I grit my teeth and do my best to maintain the bland smile. There’s no point scaring the kid and string him off crying again.

 

Hayato obviously does not share my concern. The second he notices the flinch of pain he is up in Lambo’s face with a dark glower.

 

“Oi cow, don’t go poking at people without their permission, it’s rude.”

 

I immediately hear the telling sniffles of an oncoming fit and sigh heavily.

 

“Don’t worry about it Lambo I’m fine, really,” I console him.

 

This situation is chaotic enough as it is and i really want to avoid tantrum time-travel for just a little longer. I also want to make sure that my brain isn’t going to turn into the singularity when it does happen before hand.

 

Lambo sticks out his young and waggles it at Hayato.

 

“Hear that idiota?” He taunts, “Fratello doesn’t mind.”

 

Hayato’s eye twitches spastically which is somewhat concerning, but mostly hilarious that a kid has managed to get under his skin so thoroughly. That takes talent.

 

“Relax man, he’s just a kid, he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

 

I feel, more than see, Lambo making faces at Hayato as we hurry to catch up with the others.

 

I’m irritated to see that at some point Reborn had allowed Bianchi back the use of her legs. Her upper body was still bound tightly in the Leon cable but rather than being dragged across the ground she was trotting after Reborn and Takeshi. And thankfully she is still gagged. I don’t particularly want to listen to her mooning after Reborn or antagonizing Tsuna.

 

As we silently make our way through the school I settle into glaring at the back of her head.

 

The longer we go without encountering anyone or hearing anything the higher the tension in our group ratchets up. Even Lambo is able to read the general mood and is mostly staying quiet as he clings tightly to my shirt collar.

 

And then Tsuna abruptly stops in his tracks.

 

We all freeze in place and stare at him expectantly. He doesn’t really take notice and is staring intently at the empty bulletin board to his left.

 

“Kyoko-chan....”

 

An instant later the wall bursts inward covering us all in a dusting of drywall and plaster as the priest that I had seen wandering the halls before comes flying through. He goes head first through the opposite wall where he twitches for a moment and then goes completely limp.

 

“Holy shit!”

 

We all just stare at the aftermath of this completely unexpected dynamic entry. He isn’t moving. If he isn’t dead then he at the very least is going to have a hell of a headache once he wakes up.

 

How the hell had that happened though.

 

Soft footsteps start approaching the brand new hole in the wall and we all turn and gape as Sasagawa Kyoko, bathed in a divine light and wielding a broom like a pole arm steps through.

 

“It’s bad manners to burst in on the ladies change-room without knocking first.” She chides his unconscious ass, ignoring the rest of us poor mortals completely.

 

Tsuna is staring at her with this adorably star struck expression on his face. I think he is really starting to warm up to his whole, Kyoko is a badass thing.

 

“Oh, hello Tsuna-kun,” She chirps happily finally noticing us. It’s somewhat disturbing that she can just switch gears like that and go from sending a guy flying through a wall to acting like we are just casually passing each other on the way to class.

 

“H-hi Kyoko-chan,” Tsuna greets back with a weak wave.

 

“Sasagawa is a little bit terrifying isn’t she?” Takeshi whispers into my ear with a smile.

 

“Yes, yes she is.”

 

I look over the, now unconscious, assassin. He is stuck in there, well specifically his head is stuck in there which is rather impressive in an of itself.

 

“You sure taught this guy a lesson,” I say.

 

Kyoko huffs in irritation while propping her free hand against her hip.

 

“Some people are just so rude,” She tells us. “He broke right into the girls change room and scared everyone half to death.”

 

“Everyone?” Tsuna asks anxiously. “Are there still more people in there?”

 

She shakes her head. “There were about half a dozen hiding in the change room with me and Hana.”

 

“Hana is still here!?”

 

“No, she and the others got out through the teachers parking lot while I was dealing with this... person.”

 

The way she says ‘person’ makes me think that what she actually means is ‘this piece of shit.’

 

“I told her you boys would explain everything once this is all over,” she directs this at me and Tsuna in-particular.

 

I don’t know why she thinks we know anything about this FUBAR situation.

 

“Why us!?” Tsuna whines, because he has always been low key terrified of Hana.

 

“Well, all of these ‘lovely’ gentlemen have been going around looking for a ‘Sawada’, and since you two are the only ones named Sawada at this school I assumed you would know something.”

 

“Ah.”

 

Her logic is sound.

 

I have no explanation for any of this shit, but I can’t fault her powers of deduction. Even the truth is going to sound like bullshit to Hana though.

 

“We we’re heading to the parking lot to get out,” Hayato cuts in. “How’s it looking over there?”

 

Kyoko shakes her head.

 

“I wouldn’t. A bunch of black cars pulled in after the girls got out, or else I would have followed them out the first time I knocked him out.”

 

There are a few concerning bits of information in that statement, but the one that I’m latching on to is ‘the first time.’ I survey the priest who I had assumed was down for the count, What with the massive head trauma and all, and I see his fingers start to twitch.

 

That sickly off-red flame is starting to swirl around his fingers, and head in the wall or not he is much too close to Tsuna for my comfort.

 

“Hold him,” I tell Takeshi, shoving Lambo into his arms.

 

I grab Tsuna by the arm an pull him behind me ignoring his yelp of confusion.

 

“Reborn!” I call and gesture madly toward the man who is now well on his way to to melting the wall.

 

He swears.

 

I don’t know what he said because it’s in Italian, but I know what swearing sounds like, and it is definitely that.

 

Reborn pulls aggressively on the Leon-cable sending Bianchi crashing to her knees as Leon snaps back into handgun form and settles into Reborn’s grasp.

 

He fires.

 

The bullet slams into the back of the priests head with deadly accuracy just as he pulls himself free. For s moment he just says there on his knees, ridged and twisting, and I am terrified that somehow he survived that shot.

 

And then he falls back through the wall limply.

 

We all breathe a collective sigh of relief.

 

We do not look at the rapidly spreading pool of blood.

 

“Was that one of the Sicilian Alliance’s Enforcers?” Hayato asks weakly.

 

“It was,” Bianchi answers breathily as she pulls the gag out of her mouth. “Poor Antonio didn’t stand a chance against my darling Reborn.”

 

Hayato flinches violently as she begins to speak and noticing moves back a step.

 

Yup, she is just as creepy and crazy as she was before. I’m not sure why Reborn decided to drag her along with us on this super fun field trip of death and not, you know, knocked her the fuck out and left her tied up in the cafeteria with an admission of guilt stapled to her forehead. But then I am not the all mightily Machiavellian master of chaos that Reborn is.

 

So I’m going to trust he has some reason.

 

But that doesn’t mean that I have to like it.

 

“Hello Hayato,” She says suddenly turning her attention away from Reborn and focusing on Hayato with a sickly sweet smile pulling across her pretty face. “I had no idea I would be running into my darling little brother. Really it’s been years, you should visit more often - Daddy misses you.”

 

I would have to be blind not to notice the heart attack she is giving Hayato right now. Tsuna is bristling with outrage, and he breaks out of my hold to stand firmly at Hayato’s side and gives her the best stink eye that he can muster.

 

There is probably a ‘smart’ response to all of her creepy antagonism. And under less stressful circumstances I would totally put forth the effort to think of it. But right now I want to do the ‘fun’ thing.

 

Shucking off my shoes, I pull of my socks and wad them into a ball and jam them straight into her irritating smiling mouth. She lets out this glorious shriek of outrage that is muffled by the socks. Really, it’s like music to my ears. She had absolutely no right to be all smug and condescending about anything.

 

She’s the bad guy.

 

And more importantly: She LOST.

 

“Blah, blah, blah, shut the fuck up nobody cares.”

 

The hysterical giggle that tears itself out of Hayato’s throat tells me exactly how badly her words had been fucking with him. I’m glad I could bring some levity to this otherwise fucked up situation.

 

Lambo takes this as an emotional cue and starts to laugh along with him.

 

“Stupid face!”

 

Bianchi makes a move to rip out her nice new gag but is stoped in her tracks by Kyoko. She deftly grabs both of Bianchi’s arms and twists them up behind her back.

 

Kyoko is much more competent at this than all of us combined.

 

“Who is this?” She asks as Bianchi struggles vainly in her grip.

 

“Uhh-“ Tsuna stares wide eyed at her. “An assassin?”

 

He looks a little bit more than a little bit lovestruck. I think he is really starting to like the fact that Kyoko could kick his ass without breaking a sweat.

 

She huffs.

 

“Do all assassins have such bad manners?”

 

“I think it’s in the job description.”

 

They are adorable.

 

I look away from their general cuteness and turn to watch Reborn. His posture gradually relaxes into something a little more normal. Leon transforms back into his chameleon form and scurries back up Reborn’s arm and reappears on the brim of his hat.

 

He strolls over to where Kyoko has Bianchi keeling and restrained and steps in close enough too make eye contact through the curtain of red hair. For a long, drawn out moment, he just stares at her.

 

And then a terrifying weight of an unnatural presence surrounds him. The pacifier around his neck lights up.

 

As do Leon’s eyes.

 

“Bianchi,” he begins, his voice light and casual. “You can attribute the fact that you continue to draw breath to our past partnership. However, do not think that I will keep extending this mercy if you continue to fuck with me or my kids. If you utter another word that is not extremely helpful. If you so much as twitch in a way that is even remotely threatening you can consider this mercy forfeit.”

 

Well... damn.

 

I don’t think I’ve ever heard Reborn say ‘fuck’ before.

 

Somehow, its scarier when he says it.

 

We all watch with bated breath as he and Bianchi have their intense stare down. Tsuna has gone completely ridged as he watches Reborn intently. His eyes have turned a vivid shade of orange.

 

I don’t know if it’s because he’s super freaked out, or if its because he is in the midst of having some sort of ‘realization of great truth.’

 

I’m just caught up in how cool Reborn looks right now, even in his cursed baby form. It’s no wonder why he was able to inspire so much fear and respect in the mafia, even when like ninety-eight percent of them have no idea that he is actually an adult man.

 

“Capire?”

 

Bianchi is absolutely still, and then she nods slowly.

 

“Bene,” he says, tapping her gently on the cheek before walking out of her visual range.

 

“Dame-Tsuna,” he calls out as he reaches into his jacket for something.

 

“Yes’sir?!” Tsuna squeaks, snapping to attention.

 

A second later my brother is fumbling to catch a role of lime green duck tape that our tutor throws his way.

 

“Make yourself useful and make sure she is well restrained this time.”

 

“Yes’sir!”

 

He springs into action working with Kyoko to make sure that our prisoner (?) wont be going anywhere in the near future.

 

“It doesn't look like we’ll be leaving through the parking lot any more,” I say trying to steer us back on topic.

 

We will have plenty of time to marvel at Reborn’s badass-ness later.

 

“Which is a shame because I think Lucky Taro’s is having a two for one special on bubble tea today and that would have worked out pretty good for us. Now we’re going to have to go by the ‘worst route possible’ - the sports fields.”

 

Everyone pulls a face at this declaration. Because running through a large wide open space is the stupidest plan ever when trying to avoid multiple hostiles with fire arms. I am desperately hoping that someone has a better plan than this.

 

“Unfortunately,” I continue, because I am fairly sure that if I stop talking at this point I am just going to dissolve into another panic attack. “I don't think we have a cardboard box large enough or inconspicuous enough for all of us to sneak out under. Which means that this is probably going to be a fight… again. Not that I’m not totally down for another fight, but today is getting a little long and with the amount of stuff that we've already done I'm not sure that-”

 

“Ragazzo,” Reborn cuts me off mid-monologue.

 

“Mmhmm?” I squeak.

 

“Relax.”

 

“Kay.”

 

I close my eyes and take three deep breaths.

 

A hand rests on my shoulder.

 

A familiar hand.

 

The most familiar hand.

 

I open my eyes and meet an identical set gazing into mine.

 

“Hey bro.” Tsuna says wryly.

 

“Hey.”

 

“You okay.”

 

“Nope,” I pop the ‘p’ sound.

 

“Yeah, me neither,” he agrees. “But well have time to panic and cry once we get out of here.”

 

He reaches out and grabs my free hand in his and squeezes it tightly. Somewhere in the distance I can hear the somewhat inexperienced trumpet of a bugle horn. It is so out of place and yet it’s the somehow it's the most familiar sound that I have ever heard.

 

And then I realize…

 

Oh, that's you isn’t it Tsuna?

 

A call to arms sounding clear through the panic. I take another breath and shut my eyes again listening closer, and I can hear the drum again. The somewhat manic rhythm of a snare drum that playfully beats along side the horn egging it on to get louder and more confident.

 

And it’s me.

 

It’s such a familiar song. Each note is accompanied by a flash or orange burning behind my eyes and the sensation is painful in a distant sort of way. This isn’t a pain that I am going to bend to. This is too important.

 

So I listen, concentrate, and remember.

 

Two small boys running up a flight of stairs to answer the call of a much beloved voice.

 

And then the rest of the memory burns as I try to chase it.

 

I blink my eyes open.

 

Tsuna is still there gripping my shoulder.

 

“You still with me?” He asks.

 

“Always.”


Our group is too big to try for stealth anymore. Now we are going more for an expeditious retreat while avoiding as many of the hostiles as we possibly can. Tsuna has taken point and is doing his best to lead us through the winding halls without too many encounters.

 

There are a few though. But our group deals with them pretty expertly. My favourite moment was when we managed to get the jump on a group of them and Kyoko and Takeshi did this awesome combo attack; where she used her expert broom handling skills to smack them all up between the knees and Takeshi followed up by clobbering them all across the back of the head with his bat.

 

Lambo has been having the time of his life. I don't think he really understands what's going on, which is probably a good thing. If he did actually comprehend how much trouble we are in it would be much harder to keep him calm.

 

Well, some sort of calm at least. Somehow he had gotten shuffled into Hayato’s care. Those two play against each other like a well practiced comedy routine which is amazing in its own right. and it's keeping Hayato’s attention off of Bianchi which is also helpful.

 

I’ve noticed something concerning as we’ve been going though. I'm pretty sure we've all noticed it at this point.

 

We’re being herded toward the gym.

 

All other paths out of the school are being guarded. All other hallways are blocked off. Most of my favourite access panels into the ventilation system have someone posted in front of them.

 

And the vast majority of the mobsters that we've been seeing now are all sporting the same insignia somewhere on their getup.

 

A dagger and a rose.

 

I'm going to take a wild guess and say that Cassandra Della Rosa hadn't entirely trusted that random criminals answering her job posting would be able to get the job done. I get the feeling that she sent the bulk of her own personal forces to make sure the job got done.

 

This woman doesn't want anything from us.

 

There is nothing that we can say or do that will de-escalate this situation. There is only one thing that she wants and that is Vongola Decimo dead. She wants Sawada Tsunayoshi dead…

 

Though going by the information that I have gathered I don't think that the name they got from Vongola HQ is Sawada Tsunayoshi.

 

It’s nice to know exactly what the old man thinks I'm good for.

 

I’ll make sure to return the favour next time he comes home for a visit.

 

It doesn't really make much of a difference at this point anyway. We have all been spotted now. And I don't think they are all collectively stupid enough not to have noticed the whole ‘twins’ thing. Me and Tsuna might not be identical but we are pretty damn close. Close enough that they have probably realized that something is fishy with their orders.

 

By time we’re standing in front of the gymnasium doors the enemies have started to close in on us. There are a lot of them coming out of the woodwork now.

 

We press close together as we turn to face them.

 

“Cover me,” Hayato whispers.

 

We shift as unnoticeably as possible to allow him to slip into the centre of our defensive conglomerate with Lambo still firmly attached to him. He starts shifting slightly with something underneath his blazer and I am abruptly reminded that , oh, yeah, Hayato wears explosives and other fun area effect weapons under his clothes.

 

I resolutely ignore what he's doing and focus my full attention on the man who is now approaching our group.

 

Spokesman or general. I can’t really get a read on any hierarchy that these guys might have since they are all dressed in the same black on white get up. I'm going to assume that since he’s stepping up he has at least some sort of rank in his criminal order.

 

“Reborn, how nice to see you again,” He speaks with drawling accent and focuses in on Reborn who is lounging comfortably on my shoulder. “Though you have a great deal more useless baggage attached to you this time. How’s about we help you out with that.”

 

By which, I infer, he means ‘look the other way while we kill these kids.’

 

Yeah, I don't think he actually knows Reborn so well.

 

“I don't think so,” Reborn says steadily.

 

The man blinks at him in incredulity before bursting into humourless laughter. I feel as everyone tenses up. Tsuna has one of his hands gripped into the back of my shirt, Takeshi and Kyoko tighten their holds on their makeshift weapons, and I hear a quiet ‘tink-tink’ sound as Hayato continues to work at a furious pace behind me.

 

“Still funny,” The laugher finally dies down and he steps a few paces closer. “Kiddos this guy here has always been such a fucking riot, and that's not counting how fucked up he looks either.”

 

I bristle at the complete lack of respect and feel a surge of static run up my arms. I’ll admit that the only thing that is keeping me from flying off the handle is the sharp tug Reborn gives to the back of my hair.

 

I settle for glaring at him and mentally willing him to spontaneously drop dead.

 

“The ‘Worlds Greatest Hitman,’” he mocks, “It looks like your slipping a bit considering that we got the drop on you. You should have heard the way that Bruno was shitting himself when you first showed up. He called up the Lady, we hadn't even known he was over here watching those brats, he was so sure that you were going to figure him out and shoot him in the head. But it looks like you and Vongola both still have that problem spotting Mists.”

 

“Well, I did shoot him in the head.”

 

They are talking about the individual formally known as Mrs. Nakamura. I guess his real name had been Bruno… that whole situation is still giving me the worst feeling inside.

 

“That you did. Poor fucker. But hey, you did me a favour because now I don't have to pay that ugly fucking Estraeno ass.”

 

“If you have a point I would appreciate if you got to it,” Reborn counters. “I don't have all day to spend listening to the monologuing of no name riffraff.”

 

The look of outrage on the guys face is priceless. I can’t help but chortle as I realize that all this time he's been talking to Reborn like he knows him personally. And Reborn has no fucking clue who the hell this asshole is. This isn’t him being fastidious or anything, he honestly has no clue.

 

It’s hilarious.

 

“You're suck a cocky prick,” he mutters once he's gotten himself back under control. “Its time someone knocked you down a peg.”

 

He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a gun and levels it at my head. He takes there long strides and suddenly the barrel is pressed against my forehead and I hear the distressed exclamations of my brother and friends around me.

 

I am really getting sick of people shoving guns in my face.

 

“Fratello?” I hear Lambo whisper from behind me.

 

I’m sick and tired of these assholes in general.

 

“We’ve got you beat. You’re surrounded you dumb fucks there is no getting out of this. I don't care how good you might think you are there is no escaping from this. I am going to shoot this unfortunate fucking kid and his face and drag his corpse back to Roma where I will gladly tell the lady that the Vongola has suffered another tragic loss. And there is nothing that you or any of these fucking brats can do about it!”

 

I hear the click of the safety.

 

My brothers harsh cry of “Wait!”

 

And then I hear Lambo wail.

 

“What the fuck-” The random mobster on stage left doesn't have a chance to finish his thought because in an instant the entire area is consumed in an explosion of pink.

 

Reborn takes this moment to grab me roughly by the collar of my shirt and send me careening into Tsuna and sending us both crashing to the floor. A second later there is a shot.

 

A wet gurgle.

 

And a thud.

 

I'm not paying attention to any of that anymore. Because Lambo had used THE THING. I'm fairly certain that everyone is just confused about where all the weird cotton candy pink smoke had come from. I hear Hayato yell, “Fucking Cow! What the hell did you do?!”

 

Meanwhile, I am busy staring into the gaping maw of the universe as my brain turns itself inside out with remembering and forgetting and infinite possibility and probability. Its many armed and many eyed incarnation of madness staring back into me an laughing.

 

I just barely manage to keep myself standing.

 

“My, my,” a deep voice cuts through the chaos ringing though my head. I stare up through the clearing smoke and see a familiar face. “What sort of trouble has little me gotten himself into now?”

 

“Who are you!?” Tsuna shrieks in anxiety and confusion. He has me clutched protectively in his arms as we both gaze up at-

 

Lambo.

 

Ten years later Lambo to be exact.

 

His eyes light up as he looks down at us. “Hey boss,” he greets with an easy smile.

 

“And Fratello too.” He continues, “ I was wondering when little me would be running into you guys. You two look like a mess. Is there anything I can help with.”

 

I have no words. I just keep staring at him. My brain is still trying to reorder the universe and has taken all other functions offline. Tsuna doesn’t seem to be doing any better. He just lets out a long, ‘Hieeeee!’

 

“Um, I don't know what's going on here, but we are still surrounded if you want to help with that.” Kyoko says pointing over Lambo’s shoulder to the swarm of gun toting gangsters wearing suits.

 

“Ah, yes, I can see how they might be a problem.” He fishes around in his pockets and pulls out a set of copper horns which he deftly attaches to his head. “Hey, hey, Fratello look at how cool I get in ten years.”

 

And he charges forward with lightning sparking at the horns.

 

“Who the hell is that!?” Hayato demands, gesturing madly with the stick of dynamite in his hand.

 

“Lambo.” I answer blandly staring intently after him. He had asked me to watch after all.

 

“Lambo is a baby.” Tsuna says flatly.

 

“Yes, and obviously time traveling witchcraft was used to switch baby Lambo with Lambo from ten years in the future.” I watch as he changes into three of the gangsters electrocuting them with a blast of green lightning gathered between the horns.

 

It is pretty damn cool.

 

I am also going to assume that, that is what Verde had meant when he had mentioned a conduit.

 

“…What?” Tsuna looks so very lost.

 

“We should probably help them out right?” Takeshi asks with a dangerous smile.

 

I reach up and hand and he drags me up to my feet, “yeah, we cant let those to have all the fun.” I say nodding toward where Reborn and Lambo were making there way through the crowd of gangsters.

 

At some point Lambo had realized that Reborn was there and was now in the midst of antagonistic jibes as he attempted to show him up. Reborn was taking it in stride, by which I mean he is completely ignoring Lambo and demonstrating his own proficiency with firearms.

 

Tsuna sighs, “He called me boss didn't he?”

 

“Yes, yes he did.”

 

Me and Hayato stoop down to haul him to his feet and he gives our rag tag group of idiots a solemn once over before the small ember of sky flames that had slowly been burning out on his forehead reignites in a blaze.

 

“Okay,” he declares. “Let’s do this.”

 

Kyoko shoves Bianchi to the ground and out of the way and twirls the broom in her hands. It has been a surprisingly effective and durable weapon throughout this event.

 

“We have your back Tsuna-

 

Hayato starts us off by lobbing a shower of dynamite down on the sea of dumb-assess in suits. I just barely catch a glimpse of the blue vile that is thrown into the mix.

 

“Brace yourselves,” he says.

 

There are multiple detonations followed by screams and swearing. And then a blue haze begins to rise from the ground and we watch as a dozen or so just drop.

 

“Ha! I have been waiting to do that!” Hayato crows in pride.

 

“That was cool.”

 

Takeshi rushes past me while I am momentary distracted by the awesomeness of science and slams his bat into the midsection of a rushing gangster with such velocity that the man flips in mid air and lands flat on his face.

 

“That was also very cool,” I mutter to myself as an all out brawl erupts around us.

 

The enemy converges upon us from all angles. At first I thought the fact that there was like fifty guys to take on a handful of teenagers was overkill. But most of these guys are going down easy. I think they went more for quantity than quality when hiring their legion of doom. None of them are even lighting up with anything looking like Dying Will flames.

 

It's an army of minions.

 

That and I'm pretty sure that we have all leveled up like crazy throughout this side-quest.

 

Somewhere through the noise and confusion I hear someone screaming into a radio receiver, “We need back up here now! Get those doors open!”

 

I whirl around the face the gymnasium doors, cold clocking one baddie across the jaw as I do so and sweeping the legs out from under the other. It’s only now that I notice the commotion that is coming from behind the door.

 

Sounds of combat.

 

A strangled scream cracks through the radio.

 

“What the hell is going on in there!?”

 

There is a heavy impact against the other side of the doors. And another. And another.

 

For a moment everything stops and everyone left standing on our side of the divide is holding their breath. Then a body flys through and skids across the floor and comes to a slow stop at my feet.

 

And ,there, standing in the doorway with a backdrop of carnage behind him is a god damn cave troll.

 

“Trespassers will be bitten to death.”

 

By cave troll I mean Hibari Kyoya of course.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE KIDS!?” Screams one of the ones who have yet to get knocked the fuck out.

 

I turn and give him the biggest possible smile I can manage. It’s pretty damn big considering that Hibari is standing directly behind me dripping with the blood of our enemies. It's really nice to have a monster on the team.

 

“Welcome to Namimori!” I call. “We’re the fucking Neighbourhood Watch mother fucker!”

 

With that the last of them are dropped and the lot of us are left standing around on a pile of unconscious bodies.

 

“Boss, Boss, Boss!” Lambo calls crowding in on Tsuna with a big smile on his face. “Did you see how many bad guys I took out?!”

 

“Ahh~”

 

It’s good to know that even as a teenager he is still a brat. It is also good to know that I am not going to drop dead with the odd occurrence of time travel. Although, I don't really understand what I ‘saw’ (nor do I particularly want to).

 

“Sawada,” Hibari materializes in front of me with a murderous look on his face.

 

“No, shut up,” I already know where he is going to go with this and just NO.

 

“You cannot blame this fuckery on me. This fuckery goes so far beyond my mortal capabilities.”

 

His eyes narrow further.

 

“Tetsuya is worried about you.” I inform him abruptly.

 

I'm hoping that changing the subject will make him slightly less murderous in my general direction. It seems to work. The tonfa are lowered and his posture relaxes ever so slightly.

 

“Hn.” He kicks over the nearest body, which groans in pain. He rummages around in the coat pulling out a passport, some cigarettes and rips the insignia pin off of the lapel.

 

“Herbivorous scum.”

 

I watch as he casually walks back through the gym doors, back to his masterpiece of violent indulgence. Seriously, there must be at least a hundred gangsters in there and they are all down for the count.

 

Tsuna shrieks and I refocus my attention back on him in time to catch Reborn kicking him in the back of the knee over some sort of transgression. Lambo has returned back to his five year old form and is now snuggly in Kyoko’s care. They are both laughing at whatever ridiculous thing Tsuna said to bring Reborn's wrath down upon him.

 

Hayato seems to have the same idea Hibari did and is picking through jacket pockets looking for anything particularly interesting.

 

“I'm really glad that Hibari is on our side.” Takeshi comments as he comes to stand next to me.

 

“He's a god damn cave troll is what he is.”

 

He laughs.

 

Everyone's mood seems to have brightened considerably. There aren't any more assassins coming at us (yet) I'm not sure if there are even any more in the school.

 

And yet I can’t shake the feeling that we aren't out of the woods yet. I want to believe that it had actually been this easy. Final boss down time to go home and eat some cookies.

 

No, considering everything that has happened today, it doesn't feel like we've cleared the level yet. We still need to escape after all.

 

I have a really bad feeling still.

 

It’s been nagging at me for awhile now. Since I started hearing those bellowing roars. At first I thought it might be some weird intimidation tactic one of these assassin guys was using. But, no, none of these guys seems to be proficient in fire magic. Certainly not enough to create a presence as terrifying as the one that I had felt earlier.

 

There is more too.

 

Now that there are less people moving about I am certain that I can ‘hear’ it. The cracking of glass. It sounds like… well, it sounds like the wall of crystal that Verde’s robots had created with their sci-fi ray guns.

 

Speaking of which, I still have those don't I?

 

I fish the less charred one out of my pocket and look it over. There are a few knobs and dials along the exterior, a small LED display that shows energy levels and frequency? Not sure what that is. The chamber is illuminated in a quickly draining violet light.

 

I hold it up to my ear, ignoring the questioning noise that Takeshi makes, and listen. It makes the same sound. Quieter though and getting fainter with each passing moment. Whatever else is here it is somehow connected to Verde, which is concerning.

 

When I grip it properly the screen starts flashing.

 

Recalibrating frequency

 

Recalibrating frequency

 

Fulmine

 

Charging sequence initiated

 

I feel something prick into my hand and I do my best not to react. I'm pretty sure that if anyone realizes that I'm screwing around with potentially evil technology I am going to get so many disappointed looks.

 

It continues on for a few beats before the screen flashes again.

 

Charging sequence completed

 

I watch as the chamber that had previously housed a dying violet light is filled with a vivid green. And listening now I hear that same rhythmic beating of a snare drum.

 

I hear something else too.

 

Footsteps.

 

The staggering footfalls of something massive and getting closer.

 

“What's wrong Inari?”

 

I look up from the ray gun and meet Reborn's eyes.

 

I don't have a chance to answer.

 

I am interrupted when the exterior wall of the gymnasium is slammed inward as something outside lashes out with a titanic force. We all freeze and stare as the wall starts to crack and crumble.

 

A second blow comes and this time a massive, misshapen arm punches its way through it is covered in jutting purple crystals that have broken through the skin and seem to have taken root within the musculature.

 

That horrifying roar sounds again. Only this time I don't freeze up. This time my legs carry me forward into the gym to face whatever it is that has come for us now, ignoring the panicked calls of my brother and friends behind me.

 

I'm done with running. Done with hiding. We are getting out of here. I don't care what I have to break my way through. We are getting home.

 

The wall shatters completely to reveal the monstrosity before us.

 

It had probably been a normal human once. But now its body was enlarged grotesquely and disproportionately. There were cloud flames running under its skin. With each flash another tumorous crystal would swell and jut forth. It must be unbelievably painful, because every time it happens the monster before us roars and wails.

 

There are another two dozen suits standing behind it. All of them have that same Rose and Dagger insignia on them. All except one very tall, gaunt woman wearing large wire frame glasses.

 

With rows of stitches across her face.

 

And she stares at us in vacant intensity as the thing at her side screams in pain.

 

“Gregori fetch,” She speaks in a cold emotionless voice, uncaring, unfeeling.

 

Dead.

 

The monstrosity bellows again and lumbers for on an unsteady gait.

 

That woman is dead.

 

I don't know how I know it but I can feel it in my bones she is dead. There is nothing in there. It is a walking corpse.

 

That man who had been mocking Reborn back there. He had said a name. I had been too pissed off at the time but now it is ringing clear as a god damn gong.

 

Estraeno.

 

That's a familiar name that has some pretty heavy plot connections. I really wish I wasn't about to get run over by a stampeding monster so I had time to actually think about the ramifications of it but, oh well.

 

I raise up my stolen ray gun and take aim. The chamber is pulsing with an ecstatic green light and the thrumming of a heavy drum beat. I know beyond all shadow of doubt that this is going to work.

 

I pull the trigger and a streak of lightning blasts through the room colliding with one of the monsters legs. It shatters and the entire thing stumbles barely catching itself.

 

I can see from here that the leg is already starting to reform itself. Cloud flames property is propagation so my guess is that if we want this thing to stay down we are going to have to shatter it completely. Which is easier said than done.

 

Hibari leaps past me. Taking advantage of its momentary weakness and jamming the tonfa into its elbow with enough force that the entire arm cracks and pieces of it begin to shatter off. He doesn't give it a moment to recover continuing on with his relentless strikes.

 

Bullets whiz past my head as the suits outside start firing on us. Because apparently sending a giant crystal golem that can I finally repair it self after us isn't overkill. Return fire comes almost instantaneously as Reborn rushes past me gun raised and pacifier burning with an intense yellow light.

 

Tsuna rushes up to my side, and much to my confusion he swings a wild punch at what looks like thin air.

 

I am even more confused when he actually collides with something and in a flash of indigo the corpse woman who I was certain was still outside. I glance back to the gaping hole in the wall and see the rest of our crazy band of idiots rushing through with a hale of explosives and makeshift weaponry to take on the last of the assassins besetting Namimori Middle-school.

 

I make eye contact with the corpse woman and I watch as milky white eyes shift and suddenly I am looking into the very distinctive heterochromatic blue and red.

 

Fuck.

 

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

 

The image wavers and dissipates in to nothingness.

 

A knife flashes through the air aimed at my brothers head, as another corpse woman appears. Without even looking back Tsuna catches her wrist in mid swing and his hand ignites in a blaze of Sky Flames.

 

I'm tackling the illusion? Duplicate? Identical twin? Faster than I can even process slamming into the floor with lightning crackling at my fingertips again. The ray gun is forgotten somewhere at my feet. Its power is drained again and I don't have the time or inclination to charge it.

 

So I focus on the feeling, the sound, the frequency, and I brace myself for pain as I unleash a current of electricity from my hands like a fucking Sith Lord.

 

The illusion shakes and shutters and then dissipates.

 

I turn back to Tsuna as fast as I can. He's standing over the corpse woman. The real one, considering she is unmoving on the ground. He is giving her this extremely intense look. He has truly entered Hyper Dying Will Mode now. I can remember him like this. It’s different up close and in person.

 

If it was anyone else I would say that he almost looks frightening like this. Enraged and wreathed in flames. But all I can feel in this moment with him next to me is safe and calm.

 

Like everything is going to be okay.

 

And then the monstrosity formally known as Gregori roars shattering my moment of serenity.

 

I try to turn my attention toward it but even the slight turning of my head sends the world spinning on its axis. Everything is starting to fade at the edges and grey out.

 

I'm tapped out, done, I've got nothing left.

 

Hibari is still hacking away at the monster and not really getting anywhere other than maintaining the status quo. Most of his energy is being spent on dodging around the wild swings of its arms.

 

Reborn is alternating between taking shots at our crystalline assailant and making sure that Kyoko, Takeshi and Hayato aren't killed outright. I know I should go an help them, do something useful other than sit her on my ass, but my arms have gone numb again and my legs flat out refuse to move. Which is going to be problematic in a moment because the monster has started to use its free arm to claw its way closer to where me and Tsuna are.

 

I guess it still intends on fulfilling that last order even though its master has been defeated.

 

The flames on Tsuna abruptly flicker and die out and he crashes down next to me cradling burnt hands close to his chest and hissing in pain.

 

“Ow, ow, ow, ow ow!”

 

“Y’kay?” I slur.

 

“No!” He snaps with tears gathering in his eyes. “I set my hands on fire.”

 

“M’gic fire.” I giggle stupidly.

 

So we sit there pressed together side by side and watch as the beast claw its way closer, and closer, and closer. I am distantly aware of Reborn screaming at us both to move our asses out of the way but neither of us has that kind of energy any more.

 

And then it stops.

 

It begins to convulse violently. Shaking and shivering and bulging unnaturally.

 

Violet flames burn off rapidly flying away and scattering into the air. The crystalline growths that had mostly over taken the entire organic base begin to slorp out as the entire construct begins to collapse in on itself. It is horrifying to watch. It’s screaming in pain right up until the crystals that had been holding its throat and jaw together fall apart leaving us looking at something at we know is screaming but can’t make a sound.

 

We watch in mute terror as it slowly, slowly dies.

 

And the terrified voice of a child calls out, “Mommy?” Before it falls to pieces.

 

The last things I see before falling into unconsciousness is Trident Shamal steeping through the hole in the wall with Hayato slung over his shoulder, and Reborn rushing toward the two of us.

 

I collapse into Tsuna, and I know no more.

Chapter Text

Well.... we lived.

 

Somehow?

 

When I actually take the time to mull it all over all I can think is: ‘we should be dead.’

 

There is no way that a handful of idiot teenagers with no formal combat training should have been able to survive against a siege of professional killers. Somehow we had though. I’m going to chalk it up to Reborn,and his bizarre talent for warping the rules of reality, coming to our rescue. Because, really, we should all be dead.

 

Or, at the very least, I should be.

 

If Reborn hadn’t shown up when he had there is now way that I would have survived that first encounter. And then I would be a ghost and not just suffering the aftermath of strangulation, concussion, electrocution, and absolute god damn exhaustion.

 

Yeah, I fucked myself up real bad. But plus side; not a ghost. And Tsuna isn’t a ghost, and none of our dumb friends are ghosts either. I am seriously questioning their self preservation instincts, but at least they aren’t dead.

 

After Shamal, and the reinforcements that Vongola managed to round up on short notice turned up, things had moved very quickly. I don’t remember much of what happened, what with the unconsciousness and all, however I do remember being tossed in the back of a van and the look of panic on Reborn’s face as he tried to snap me back to reality with sunshine magic.

 

And then nothing.

 

It had been nothing for a good long while.

 

There were flashes though. Takeshi’s voice. Tsuna and Lambo snuggling up next to me me. Mom singing as she pet my hair.

 

Reborn hushing me back to sleep when I woke screaming from a nightmare.

 

There had been so many nightmares. The ones that stuck out most though were the ones where a heavy body presses me now against a desk and big meaty hands clamp around my throat cutting off my airway. And no matter how much I would trash I couldn’t get them off. And this time Reborn doesn’t show up to save me, so I die and I die and I die and die.

 

And I am left staring into the dissolving face of a monster that had once been a child screaming desperately for its mother.

 

Interspersed in all of that are memories. Memories that smoulder with orange fire at the edges and them burn away with painful flashes. I don’t manage to hold onto much. Two things.

 

A word and a boy.

 

Arcobaleno.

 

And Rokudo Mukuro.

 

Neither of which I have the energy to deal with right now.

 

It’s been four days since all of that happened, apparently. I have slept through most of it. I scared the shit out of Tsuna and Lambo when I bolted up, flipped myself out of bed landed on my face and started cursing up a storm.

 

I have never been fussed over so much in my entire life than I have been in the past hour. This is including the five days I spent in the hospital... which was just a couple days ago.

 

Now that I think about it that’s probably why there is all the fuss.

 

Oh well, we get pancakes and espresso out of it. Made with love from Mama despite the fact that she was awoken at three in the morning by the sound of her children screaming.

 

Now, I am attempting to mimic Tsuna’s fork holding technique in order to consume said glorious pancakes. We seem to have both come down with s terrible case of mummy hands (and arms in my case). He is decidedly better at this than I am. At the very least he is able to grip the fork and pilot pancake into his mouth.

 

I have dropped this fork like six times. I can’t even manage to grasp it. If this goes on any longer I am going to forgo table manners completely and just mash my entire face into those pancakes.

 

I carefully press the fork between both my hands and move carefully toward the stack of pancakes. Just as I am about to pierce down into the sugary breakfast treat the offending utensil slips from my grasp and clatters against the coffee table.

 

“Wahhh~” I whine and press my forehead against the tabletop. “Pancakes~”

 

“Bwahaha, silly Fratello. That’s not how you hold a fork,” Lambo laughs at me.

 

I’m glad that my emotional turmoil and lack of manual dexterity is a source of amusement to him at the very least.

 

A small hand prods my head, and I look up to see Reborn holding out a bite sized pancake slice on the end of a fork in front of my face. I snap onto it like a god damn alligator before he has a chance to change his mind or yank it back (like the sadist he most certainly is).

 

“Thank you,” I tell him reverently through a mouthful of sugar and syrup.

 

“Don’t get used to it brat,” he says before cutting another piece and holding it out to me. “You look too pathetic for even me to tolerate right now.”

 

I consider arguing that ‘pathetic’ comment. However, my desire for breakfast wins over my pride and I bite down on the offering. Just as a flash goes off next to my head.

 

When the spots clear from my vision mom is sitting there with a goofy smile on her face and a camera raised. Tsuna had burrowed his head into his arms and he’s giggling like a lunatic.

 

I don’t know why. It’s not that funny.

 

“I’m sorry Inari-chan,” Mom giggles. “You and Reborn-chan looked so cute I couldn’t resist.”

 

I stare at her wide eyed for a moment while I chew slowly. She had looked so worried and worn out when she had run into our room. No one has really said anything about what happened yet, but I can only imagine how terrified she had been when we had been hauled into the house by a strange man, beat to shit, and then had a strange five year old thrown at her.

 

If it takes my immortalized humiliation to make her smile today so be it.

 

I turn back to Reborn to find him staring back at me with a quirked eyebrow and a fresh forkful of pancakes. Apparently he has reached the same conclusion.

 

Fuck it.

 

I bite at the pancakes with a wide grin. Mom squeals happily and snaps an other picture. Tsuna just breaks down into full blown howling laughter. He has gotten pretty ballsy if he is willing to laugh at Reborn to his face. That or he sustained some serious head trauma when we were being attacked by assassins.

 

Of course he immediately starts chocking on one of the strawberries, because that is how karma works. And Reborn claims immediate vengeance for his dignity by smacking Tsuna across the back with way more force than necessary until he spits up the offending fruit.

 

“Tsu-kun, honey, I’ll go get you a glass of water,” Mom says as she gets up and leaves the room.

 

“Thanks Mom,” Tsuna rasps after her.

 

“Dame-Tsuna, Don’t laugh with your mouth full.”

 

Lambo blatantly ignores this sound piece of advice that he is overhearing and continues to laugh uproariously at our antics.

 

Apparently Lambo is just ours now. He’s been calling Mom ‘Mama’ all morning and she is just rolling with it without question. I don’t know if I missed an intense conversation about custody or adoption while I was unconscious. Or if we just skipped to the part where he is just part of the family now.

 

I’m not sure if the Mafia has different rules when it comes to this kind of stuff.

 

Whatever, either way I’m ruling that he is ours now and the Bovino can go fuck themselves for letting such a tiny kid wander the world on his own.

 

“So, uh...” I start my thought by reaching out and prodding one of Tsuna’s heavily bandaged hands with my own. “I know its not the most important question right now, but, uh, what’s with the mummy hands that we’re rocking?”

 

“Um.”

 

Tsuna stutters around an actual answer and starts flexing his hands within their confines. He seems to have a much better range of motion than I do. I don’t know if that is because he has had a couple extra days to practice, or if he just fucked himself up less than I did.

 

“Burns...from the magic fire.”

 

He sounds so very pained to be speaking the words ‘magic fire’ aloud. Like he cannot believe that this is the most logical explanation that he can give me for our current predicament. I guess it makes just as much sense as anything else would.

 

Meaning none at all.

 

I can’t help the giggle fit that I fall into. We must be the only idiots who have been stupid enough to burn themselves with their own Dying Will Flames. I can’t remember anything from that story about Dying Will Flame backlash. But then again that story is proving to be more of a loose guideline than a tried and true road map.

 

“Don’t laugh, I’m being serious,” he whines.

 

“I know, I know,” I continue to giggle. “That’s why it’s so funny.”

 

“You two are hardly the first to feel the backlash of Dying Will Flames,” Reborn says, apparently reading my mind again. “Though I will admit that both of you injuring yourselves in the same way at the same time is a little bit ridiculous.”

 

“Yup, that’s us,” I agree, “absolutely ridiculous.”

 

“Any chance that you can teach us how not to horrifically injure ourselves with our mafia magic powers next time?”

 

“It’s on the addenda,” Reborn answers wryly.

 

He missed my stunning wit and sardonic soliloquies. I can tell. He would have smacked me by now for saying ‘mafia magic’ if he hadn’t.

 

A small tug comes at the bottom of my shirt and I look down to find a bleary eyed and droopy Lambo staring back at me.

 

“Fratello,” he yawns. “I’m sleepy again.”

 

A quick glance at the clock tells me that it is four thirty in the fucking morning. It is way to early for him to be awake.

 

“Yeah, it’s still really early buddy the sun isn’t even up yet. Do you want to go back to sleep?”

 

He nods, and I make a few valient attempts to pick him up and put him into bed. It’s a lot harder with my hands and arms wrapped up the way they are. Lucky for me Mom walks back into the room with a fresh glass of water for Tsuna and notices my struggle. She swoops in and scoops Lambo into her arms and cradles him against her chest with a gentle smile.

 

“I’ll get Lambo tucked back in in my room so you boys don’t have to worry about waking him.”

 

She stops briefly before she leaves again to run her free hand through Tsuna’s hair, and then through my own.

 

“My brave boys, Mama is very glad that you are both safe.”

 

And then she steps out again. We wait for her footsteps to fade and the sound of her bedroom door opening and closing before picking up the conversation again.

 

“Out of curiosity, what does Mom think happened?” I ask. “Because it is obviously not ‘besieged by mafia hitman.’”

 

Unless it is and Mom knows wayyy more about this situation than we give her credit for.

 

“The official police report says that a structural defect in the school building gave way casing the structural damage, and that a gas leak resulted in mass hallucinations amongst the student body. Which is a convenient excuse for explaining away the assassins.”

 

“Mom thinks that we stayed behind to help other students get out safely,” Tsuna adds on awkwardly.

 

“Not a total lie.”

 

There are a million other questions that I should be asking now: what’s the situation with the hit on Vongola Decimo? What about Della Rosa? Estraeno? And the monster? And Verde? And, and and...

 

“How are the rest of out party members?” I ask instead.

 

“Kyoko and the boys are fine,” Reborn reassures me. “We made sure that they all made it home safely.”

 

I let out a small sigh of relief. Well, that’s something.

 

“Kyoko-chan punched a man through a wall,” Tsuna says vacantly.

 

“Yeah, I saw that.”

 

Kyoko was all sorts of badass throughout that entire ‘event.’

 

“No, I mean, yes that too. But after you passed out one of the guys that Vongola sent over to help us tried to grab her and get her into the van and she Punched. Him. Through. A. Wall.”

 

Tsuna gets this glazed over look and I make an attempt to way a hand in front of his face to snap him out of it.

 

“Tsuna?”

 

“It was awesome,” he whispers reverently.

 

Ah.

 

All right then.

 

Reborn gets a sly look on his face, “Kyoko-chan would make a good wife for Vongola Decimo.”

 

“Yeah~” is Tsuna’s dreamy reply. Apparently not noticing what he is agreeing to.

 

“I think you mean that she would make a good queen for Vongola,” is my snarky addendum to that. “Girl is a badass.”

 

“I cannot argue with that,” Reborn chuckles. “She has quite a bit of natural talent that I wasn’t anticipating.”

 

I look to Tsuna to see if he has anything else to add, but we have well and truly lost him off in the land of daydreams. He is mumbling something about wedding cake now.

 

He’s such an adorable goofus.

 

And he’ll be offline for a while while he finishes acting out his imaginary wedding.

 

“So I guess Lambo is just ours now?” I ask Reborn. Latching on to my next not too intense line of questions.

 

“Hn?” He makes a questioning noise as he digs into his own neglected plate of breakfast.

 

“Do we have to fill out paperwork or something? Or are a legion of crazy cow people going to show up on our doorstep demanding ransom money for him?”

 

His expression darkens dramatically as he finishes gulping down his coffee.

 

“They better not,” he mutters into the now empty cup.

 

He is legitimately perturbed by the thought of the Bovino coming her to cause a ruckus.

 

“Are they dangerous?”

 

“I... no...”

 

That was a weird pause.

 

“What’s with the long pause?” I prod when it becomes apparent that he isn’t going to continue on.

 

I don’t particularly like long pauses. Long pauses have a tendency to turn into problems that will come and punch me in the face.

 

“The Bovino are a profoundly irritating low level Familia who’s members have no sense of professionalism or personal boundaries.”

 

Wow.

 

“That was a much more scathing commentary than I was expecting. What the heck man? Did a Bovino steal your girlfriend or something?”

 

Reborn gives me a withering glare and flicks a strawberry at my face. I am still a little to groggy for my usual level of acrobatic evasion right now, so I take it.

 

Also, it seems to make him feel a little better.

 

“Hardly, but they have interrupted more than one delicate operation with their ridiculous antics.”

 

A raise a very judgemental eyebrow at him.

 

“This coming from the man who once dressed in a fairy princess outfit, dangled himself over Tsuna’s bed and rained extremely realistic rubber snakes down upon him to teach him a lesson about punctuality.”

 

He ignores my rebuttal completely and continues to munch on his breakfast. Meanwhile, mention of the rubber snake thing has finally snapped Tsuna out of his daze. He shudders and looks between the two of us with a look of confusion.

 

“What?”

 

“What, what?”

 

A projectile strawberry flies into his face and he shrieks and falls over.

 

“Hieeee!”

 

“Dame-Tsuna, pay better attention to your surroundings.”

 

I laugh. It serves him right for laughing at us earlier.

 

“So, moving on to something a little more important? Life threatening? Whatever - “ I wave away my own indecisive wording. “The assassin thing, is that still a thing? Is that still happening? I mean, what is our current assassin situation?”

 

They both stare at me blankly for a long moment as I slowly work my way to a halfway coherent question. Assassins make me nervous, go figure.

 

“Nothing since we left the school,” Tsuna says. “But we haven’t really left the house since then so I don’t really know.”

 

He gives Reborn a somewhat concerned look. I get the feeling that he had been trying to forget our multiple near death experiences as best as he could. The whole price on the head of Vongola Decimo thing was probably also pretty upsetting for him. He is just radiating anxiety now.

 

Reborn shrugs.

 

“There have been no further incidents in Namimori since what happened at the school. Vongola managed to rally their allies in the region rather quickly and the city is now on an ‘underworld lockdown’ as it were.”

 

He makes a grab for my coffee, and I let him have at it without any fuss. There is an air of exhaustion around Reborn. I assume that he hasn’t actually gotten much sleep since this whole thing started.

 

“The assassins that had been in the city have all been dealt with for the most part. Shamal and our other allies managed to root out a few more that hadn’t been at the school. If there are any others lurking about they will be dealt with eventually.”

 

Tsuna makes a face at the mention of Shamal’s name. I give him a questioning look and he tilts his head in a way that I interpret to mean ‘I’ll tell you later.’

 

“As for the situation back in Italy,” Reborn continues, ignoring our little exchange. “Della Rosa have retreated to their compound in Milan. The bounty on Vongola Decimo has been retracted. Headquarters is still in the midst of implementing a more permanent solution for Cassandra herself, however, they seem to be having some trouble with the...execution.”

 

I swear, I hear him mutter the word ‘armatures’ as he drains down the second cup of coffee, and starts eyeing Tsuna’s.

 

Oh boy is he wound up.

 

“Regardless, that situation will be dealt with soon enough. Even if I have to go over there and shoot them all myself.”

 

“Sounds therapeutic.”

 

“In the meantime, we are going to get the two of you healed up, and then I am increasing your training.”

 

Tsuna lets out a long whine at this. “Increasing!? It was already crazy!”

 

Reborn stares between the two of us for a good long while without saying anything. Tsuna’s outrage winds down quickly under scrutiny and we both start to fidget.

 

“Tsunayoshi,” He looks to Tsuna and then to me. “Inari. You boys did amazingly well considering the circumstances. I am proud of how you handled yourselves. But that, as stressful and dangerous as it might have seemed, is just the tip of the iceberg. Things are only going to get more dangerous for you from here on out.”

 

Tsuna makes a sound like he wants to protest again, but Reborn simply raises a hand and cuts him off.

 

“Despite your reservations about becoming Vongola Decimo, the fact remains that you are the heir. The blood of Vongola Primo runs in your veins and there is nothing that you or I can do to change that.”

 

He abruptly hops down from the coffee table and makes to leave our bedroom. Pausing briefly to say:

 

“Shamal will be by later to give you boys a check-up. I should be finished by then.”

 

“Doing?” I ask curiously.

 

“I have a call to make.”

 

And then he leaves.


Tsuna somehow manages to fall back asleep after all of that. Not that I can really blame him. It was still absurdly early when Reborn left us to our own devices. I can only assume that the school will be closed for awhile too which mean that we have no schedule to keep for today.

 

We are just waiting around for Shamal to get here and give us a clean bill of health.

 

Just waiting here.

 

In the quiet.

 

I’m wide awake.

 

I slept for three god damned days and the chances that I will be able to fall asleep again any time this week are slim to none. So I sit awake, and I pace the room, and I try desperately not to get sucked down into spiralling (and depressing) thought vortexes with limited success.

 

Fuck that old man.

 

Whatever, I’m over it.

 

Well, I’m not, but...

 

Fuck it.

 

I managed to fish out my phone from a pile of clothes at the foot of my bed. I’m happy to see that my new ray guns somehow escaped confiscation and I quickly shove them under my bed.

 

I call Takeshi.

 

Well, I try to call Takeshi. The whole mummy hand situation somewhat impedes my ability to dial, and unfortunately voice recognition in cell phones has yet to be invented in this universe. My attempts at calling him lead to a weird conversation with someone who sounds vaguely like Arnold Schwarzenegger, and a sleepy kid who is at least somewhere in Japan.

 

I give up.

 

I’ll talk to him later. When there is a better chance of him actually being awake.

 

...

 

Oh god, I am going to go crazy laying around here staring at the walls. I am not made for sitting in quiet contemplation. I am all about running and jumping and doing random stupid things like scaling buildings and picking fights with delinquents.

 

I pull myself up and quietly start pacing the room again.

 

Back and forth.

 

Back and forth.

 

Back and forth.

 

My hands don’t feel right.

 

Back and forth.

 

They itch.

 

Back and forth.

 

The bandages don’t feel right. They feel too tight. They shouldn’t be this tight right? They are going to cut of my circulation. They’re cutting off my circulation. I need to take them off now. Right now.

 

I need to take these things off.

 

Off, off, off.

 

There’s someone in the window.

 

There is nothing in the window there is a tree in the window you idiot, calm down.

 

Assassin.

 

Tree.

 

Assassin.

 

Tree!

 

FUCK!

 

...

 

I should take these bandages off right?

 

Yes, yes, yes.

 

They wont come off.

 

Why wont they come off!

 

Of course they wont. They are hiding something from you.

 

Why are they bandaged?

 

I don’t remember bleeding.

 

Are you sure?

 

No?

 

Did they tear something out again?

 

There’s nothing there! Nothing under my skin!

 

There are maggots under your skin. Can’t you feel them wriggling.

 

GET THEM OFF!

 

...

 

Your father tried to kill you.

 

...

 

He must know that you don’t belong here.

 

...

 

Or maybe you do. And this is the only reason you do.

 

Shut up.

 

Shut up.

 

Shut up.

 

Please.

 

...

 

I should take these off right?

 

“Inari?!”

 

Coward.

 

“Inari, s-stop it, I know they’re uncomfortable, I-I know it, but you have to leave them on or you’ll h-hurt yourself even worse.”

 

Tsuna?

 

“Inari please!” The crack of desperation in my brothers voice snaps me back into myself.

 

We’re in our bedroom.

 

On the floor?

 

Tsuna has wrapped himself around me like an octopus. Pinning my arms to my sides. His face is pressed into my shoulder.

 

It feels damp.

 

I made him cry.

 

“Tsuna,” I rasp. “Tsuna it’s okay, I’m okay.”

 

“No you’re not,” he sobs. “You hurt. You were hurting yourself more. I hate it when you hurt.”

 

“Tsu-“

 

“You got hurt so badly!” He continues. “And I know you don’t want to talk about it, because you never want to talk about it but -“

 

His voice breaks and he tightens his hold around me. And I am helpless to stop my own tears. That’s the thing about us. Pain and sadness always has a way of being shared an amplified between the two of us until we are both blubbering messes.

 

I force myself to relax in his hold. Listening closely to catch the scattered melody of our duet. A drum beat and a trumpet.

 

After a few moments the harmony kicks in full force and the last of my panic attack begins to really and truly drain away.

 

“Tsu, I’m fine.” I try to reassure him again.

 

“You’re really not,” he sniffles. “You were okay when we were all awake and talking and then suddenly you weren’t and I was so scared.”

 

“And I’m not stupid!” He continues fiercely. “I know what they did and I hate it. Because you’re more important than a scapegoat or a decoy. You’re my brother, my best friend. I hate it.”

 

“Okay, yeah, fine. You’re right. It’s terrible and shit but I still don’t-“

 

“Then talk about something else!” He jumps in again. “Talk about literally anything else. And it doesn’t have to be with me. Talk to mom about weird recipes that she wants to try. Talk to Reborn about that mafia trivia stuff that you like. Talk to Takeshi-kun-“

 

He freezes and pulls back to give me a somewhat alarming manic look.

 

“You have to call Takeshi-kun,” he tells me seriously. “He was really freaked out when you wouldn’t wake up. He keeps calling to check in on you and I promised him that I would make sure to let him know as soon as you woke up.”

 

I stare at him wide eyed and stunned at the sudden impassioned onslaught of information. And then I slowly raise up one of my heavily bandaged hands that gives me the precision dialling ability of an oven mitt.

 

“Tried that, I think I called the terminator.”

 

The look he gives me in response to this is uncharacteristically wild. He moves to grab at the phone before realizing that he would have the same trouble dialling as I did due to the whole, mummy hand epidemic.

 

“We’ll get Mom to dial.”

 

“What?! No!”

 

“Why not?” He demands.

 

“I’m not waking her up so she can make a phone call for me , it’s embarrassing.”

 

“She wont mind.”

 

“I mind!” My voice cracks, humiliatingly, on a high note making this whole exchange even more awkward than it already was.

 

“Why?” He sounds genuinely perplexed by this. Honestly I don’t even know why I suddenly feel so weird about all of it. I mean it’s not like I wasn’t about to call Takeshi on my own.

 

“You’ll feel better. I felt better once I called everyone to make sure they were all okay.”

 

“Yeah but not at like four in the morning!” I protest.

 

“It’s eight!” He counters.

 

I look to the alarm clock that sits on our shared desk. Sure enough its quarter after eight. When did that happen? I could have sworn Tsuna had only fell asleep like a minute ago.

 

“Whatever its still to early for emotional breakdowns. Case and point this.”

 

And then I take a moment to back track.

 

Everyone?

 

He called everyone?

 

“Bro-bro, did you get Kyoko’s phone number?” I ask teasingly.

 

Tsuna blushes so hard it looks like his face is glowing, and he starts sputtering.

 

“So!? Don’t change the subject.”

 

“Please let me,” I beg him with a grin crawling across my face. “Your relationship drama is always so much fun.”

 

“And yours isn’t?” Ha, now it’s Tsuna’s turn to have his voice crack on a high note.

 

“Not for me,” I say cheerfully ignoring his jab. “Common bro, your the one who wanted to talk.”

 

I flutter my eyelashes at him all innocent like. Suddenly I’m feeling much better about everything.

 

“Yes, fine, I got Kyoko-chan’s number,” he snaps begrudgingly.

 

“Way to go Tsuna!” I cheer, ruffling his hair. “I never thought you would work up the guts to ask.”

 

If possible Tsuna goes even redder than before and mumbles something under his breath.

 

“Huh?”

 

“I said I didn’t ask.”

 

It takes me a moment to work out what he means and once I do I am grinning even harder than before.

 

“Tsuna, you are so lucky that girl likes you.”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“Kyoko is sweeping you off your feet bro. She is the sweeper, you are the sweepy. She is boldly taking the initiative asking you out, giving you her number. Which is awesome because I’m pretty sure if left up to you you’d just be giving her the puppy dog eyes until we were forty.”

 

“That’s not... okay fine, that’s probably true.” He groans and flops back across the floor, narrowly missing the corner of the table with his head.

 

“This doesn’t change the fact that you should call Takeshi-kun though.”

 

I sigh and stretch out next to him.

 

“I know, and I will. Preferably after I have medical verification that my arms aren’t full of maggots or in danger of falling off so I don’t have an upsetting panic attack all over him.”

 

He rolls over and gives me a loose one armed hug.

 

“I don’t think he would mind.”

 

I don’t really think he would either. But things have been super stressful lately. I mean, it wasn’t too long ago that he was teetering on the roof of the school. And I don’t want to be the reason that he’s sad. That the only thing that’s going to come from him having to listen to me have a panic attack right now anyway.

 

I start fishing around on the coffee table blindly grabbing for the remote. I think we have had just about enough dramatic heart to heart time at this point. Its time for some mindless television. I make it a little more difficult for myself than it needs to be since I don’t have the energy to actually sit up and grab the remote like a normal person.

 

I eventually get it.


Me and Tsuna spend the next few hours getting wayyy to invested in the adventures of an anthropomorphic cartoon cat. Lambo wanders back into our room around ten thirty and joins us in the impromptu marathon. He takes a seat on Tsuna’s bed behind our heads and will yank on our hair every once in a while when things take a particularly dramatic turn in the show.

 

About an hour later Reborn returns and spends a long moment standing in the doorway staring at us as we cheer for the victory of Sir Moonclaw against the dastardly rat wizard. It almost seems like he’s about to interrupt us and tell us to go do something useful with ourselves. Instead he comes into the room, hops onto the bed behind me and starts asking questions about our dopey tv show.

 

Its hilarious because in no time he is just as invested as the rest of us, but at the same time he just cannot seem to wrap his head around the whole anthropomorphism thing.

 

Mom comes in with a plate of snacks and sandwiches around noon and joins me a and Tsuna on the floor. And as ridiculous as the whole thing is it made me feel so much better about everything.

 

It’s nice, and warm, and safe. A protective cocoon of family to ward off all the terrible things that might be lurking outside our door.

 

Or in a tree...

 

After another hour the cartoon marathon comes to an end and we are brought back to the real world boy an incessant knocking on the front door.

 

Mom gets up with a stretch and a smile, “I’ll get that.”

 

“That will be Shamal,” Reborn announces with a quick glance at the clock. He grabs the remote to switch off our little television ignoring Lambo’s whine of protest. “Head downstairs.”

 

It takes a moment for me and Tsuna to pull ourselves up off the floor. Hours of lounging in once position had left us both a little cramped.

 

“Oh, Shamal-sensei how nice to see you again,” Mom greets cheerfully. “Thank you for coming to check on my boys.”

 

“Anything for a beautiful woman,” comes the reply.

 

And I suddenly remember something very important about Trident Shamal. He is a skirt chasing sleazebag and I don’t want him flirting with our Mom!

 

We share a horrified glance and I realize this is the reason Tsuna had pulled a face when Shamal’s name had come up earlier. He must have already witnessed the pervert flirting with Mom.

 

Let me just say now, for the record; I have nothing against Mom meeting new people, flirting, going on a date, and who knows, maybe one day leaving that sorry excuse of a man who has the gall to call himself her husband. However, if that ever happens the guy best be a fucking gentleman and not a skirt chasing sleaze.

 

Tsuna barrels on ahead of me and actually manages to make it down all the stairs without tripping himself up. His coordination has improved by leaps and bounds lately, I am really impressed.

 

And also a little suspicious.

 

He is about to insert himself between Mom and Shamal, when a body launches itself through the front door from behind the not-so-good doctor with a wail of “Tsuna-sammmmmaaaaaa!”

 

In an instant Hayato has himself wrapped around Tsuna’s legs babbling about how happy he is that the boss is okay and how worried he was and how he has failed in his duty as a subordinate.

 

Of course Tsuna isn’t able to keep his balance having a human person clamped around his legs and he falls over onto his ass.

 

“Hayato-kun!?”

 

He’s staring down at our friend with this perfect ‘what the fuck’ look on his face which perfectly encapsulates what I’m feeling in this moment as well.

 

“I hope you don’t mind I had to bring these idiots along with me or they would have tried to cross town on their own. One of them almost did,” Shamal drawls.

 

There was a plural ‘idiot’ in that statement.

 

I don’t actually have time to ponder it any further than that because just as the word leave his mouth another person pushes past him and I am being hoisted up into a monster hug.

 

“Hey Takeshi,” I greet him as best I can whilst being grappled. I graciously allow him to manhandle me until I am clinging to him like a mutant koala. I fell like I’m at a bit of a disadvantage being this far away from the floor.

 

“Well, this is a convenient solution to my whole ‘how do you dial a phone without fingers issue.’”

 

I’m going for humour here.

 

“Your awake,” he breathes in relief.

 

I don’t think the humour is going to fly right now. Drat.

 

“And as you can see totally fine. All systems are functional. Nothing to worry about here.”

 

He doesn’t answer this time, just squeezes me a little tighter.

 

Normally I would be squirming out of his hold by this point but this seems to be an important somewhat defining moment so I let it ride. I do wish it wasn’t taking place in our foyer in front of half a dozen people though. I’m really glad that Tsuna and Hayato are having their own, much louder, moment less than a foot away from us. It cuts down on the awkward.

 

For me at least.

 

“Your going to have to put me down eventually dude.”

 

“Yes now,” Shamal says pushing past us into the lounge where a table and chairs have been set up in a makeshift examination station. He opens his briefcase onto the table and starts pulling out some vaguely medically looking things that I couldn’t name if my life depended on it.

 

Tiny scissors.

 

Bandage things.

 

Sticky tape stuff.

 

Long needle looking gizmo.

 

A box thing...?

 

I give up.

 

“I’m going to need to examine them both, you can resume your weird little love fest after I leave.”

 

“Kay!” Takeshi chirps cheerfully.

 

At least it sounds cheerful. Judging by the ‘eep’ sound that Tsuna makes I’m going to assume that Takeshi is doing that thing where he is smiling but isn’t actually smiling.

 

The terrifying one.

 

He proceeds to walk over to the living room still carrying me like a small child and sets me down on the couch.

 

And, yup, that is a terrifying smile.

 

He is definitely pissed at me.

 

“Dude, I woke up at like three this morning you haven’t really missed any dramatic milestones,” I lie through my teeth.

 

He stares at me, still smiling, before flopping down next to me on the couch and slinging an arm around my shoulders.

 

“The Yankees were playing the Redsox at three in the morning.”

 

Ah.

 

He was awake at three in the morning then.

 

Upon closer inspection he has that same ‘I haven’t slept well in three days’ look that Reborn and Mom are rocking. That makes me feel even worse.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yup, Yankees won in overtime.”

 

“No shit? How many innings did it go?”

 

“Fourteen.”

 

“Holy... I’m sorry I missed it.” I really, really am sorry.

 

“Next time.”

 

I am going to interpret this as ‘I forgive you for not calling me, but next time you better fucking call me you jerk.’

 

Only without the swearing.

 

Hayato comes and joins us on the couch and glares daggers at Shamal as he starts unwrapping the bandages from Tsuna’s hands.

 

“You better not mistreat Tsuna-sama asshole,” he growls.

 

Shamal doesn’t even do him the courtesy of a glance over his shoulder at the over hostility.

 

“Which of us is the doctor here?” He says dismissively. “You just sit there and be quite. The sooner this is done the happier I’ll be.”

 

Ass.

 

“You should be glad I’m looking over your precious ‘boss’ at all, its against my policy to examine guys,” Shamal continues complaining.

 

This guy rubs me entirely the wrong way. I don’t care if he did perform an eleventh hour rescue, he’s a dick.

 

“Don’t worry boys,” Reborn say reappearing behind us. “Despite his attitude Shamal is a very competent doctor. He assisted with my ‘birth’ after all.”

 

“Wouldn’t that make him an obstetrician then?” Tsuna asks giving the doctor a suspicious look over.

 

No, I don’t think so.

 

And also, I wonder what exactly he did to help Reborn out. It obviously would have been something after the whole curse thing. Records maybe? But that wouldn’t really require a medical doctor.

 

Reborn must have something big on him to if he is able to force him to help us out considering treating men is against his ‘policy.’

 

“Well if the kid says we can trust him it should be fine,” Takeshi says relaxing into the couch.

 

Hayato glowers even more.

 

“You say that because you haven’t had to live with him for the past three days. Believe me, he needs to be watched closely.”

 

“That bad?”

 

“All he does all day is flirt with all the women in the complex, its irritating and disgusting.”

 

“Gross,” I agree with him.

 

“I can hear you,” Shamal intones without taking his eyes off his work. “You kids will understand in a few years, your still too young now.”

 

“Hayato-kun lives in the dorms,” Tsuna observes with a flat and judgemental stare. “The only girls that live near by him are teenagers.”

 

“Gross!” I say with more emphasis this time.

 

Shamal chooses to ignore our loud and ongoing scrutiny of his character and continues to examine Tsuna’s hands. From what I can see they seem fine. Everything moves in the right way, he can feel all the different pokes and prods, pick things up, squeeze, etcetera. The only thing that is different, and that stands out, are the scars.

 

A very familiar looking starburst of dark scar tissue that begins at the centre of his palms and wraps around his hands.

 

That is probably going to unlock an interesting dialogue tree at some point in the future.

 

“Alright Decimo, your good to go.” Shamal turns to look at me. “You’re up blondie.”

 

I begrudgingly trade seats with Tsuna. I don’t like this man. I don’t particularly want him touching me either. But for the time being I am going to trust that Reborn will shoot him if he tries any funny business.

 

The bandages are slowly unwound. A brief panic strikes me in the chest as I remember my earlier (irrational) panic about maggots crawling under my skin and I wait with bated breath to see what exactly I’m going to be working with here.

 

Dark branching fractals stretch down my arms. They almost look like trees reaching from the bend in my arms down and exploding in my palms. Its a very distinctive pattern that looks both creepy and cool at the same time.

 

Lichtenberg figures.

 

“The swelling seems to be gone now,” Shamal observes as he presses his thumbs up and down the marks. “Skin is healing up nicely too.”

 

He picks out a fresh needle gizmo, like the one he had been prodding Tsuna with and takes one of my hands in his free one. “I’m going to test for sensation now do don’t twitch too much.”

 

He presses it against my index finger.

 

“Can you feel this?”

 

“Ow!”

 

“How about that?”

 

“Fuck! Ow! Yes!”

 

“And that?”

 

“Stop stabbing me you fucking prick!” I finally snap and try to yank my arm out of Shamal’s vice like grip. “Where the hell did you get your medical licence from asshole? Your bedside manner sucks.”

 

Shamal gives me the flattest look and proceeds to jab the needle into my thumb without breaking eye contact.

 

“Ow!”

 

“You should be thankful that I’m doing this at all kid. I don’t generally treat men.”

 

“Fuck you.”

 

He rolls his eyes at me and finally drops his nefarious instrument of torture. He then proceeds to manhandle my arm into an even more uncomfortable position. Thumbs press firmly into the soft tissue of my forearm and continue down to my palm.

 

“Quit whining, you’re lucky that you didn’t give yourself permanent nerve damage with the voltage you were handling.”

 

“He’s going to be alright though?” Tsuna asks.

 

“He’ll be fine,” Shamal grouses. “He’s just being a baby.”

 

“You were jabbing me with a needle!”

 

“Hold this.” He says handing me the weird box thing.

 

I grumble and do as I’m told.

 

Nothing is happening.

 

“Is it supposed to do some- HOLY FUCK THATS COLD!!”

 

The peanut gallery sitting on the couch has apparently decided that its fine to laugh at my torment now. Which is fine, I guess.

 

“And now?”

 

“HOT!” I shout and throw the box back at him.

 

I don’t know what the heck that thing is but it is not natural.

 

“Sensitivity to temperature seems to be fine as well, though your reactions are a little extreme.”

 

“You are fucking with me aren’t you?” I whisper hiss at him.

 

“Maybe a little bit.”

 

The next thing he pulls out is the electronic hand grip.

 

“Here squeeze on this thing now.”

 

I squeeze it without breaking eye contact with him.

 

It beeps.

 

“Yeesh, your pretty strong for such a tiny kid.”

 

“Are we done yet?”

 

I don’t remember him antagonizing Tsuna this much when it was his turn. This is his revenge for that ‘gross’ comment isn’t it? Well, fuck him, I’m not taking it back.

 

“Yes, your fine, go do whatever it is that you normally do,” he waves me off dismissively. “ Just don’t go jamming any more forks in light sockets.”

 

“I’m not an idiot!” I snap.

 

“Thank you for your assistance Shamal,” Reborn cuts in before I really loose my temper. “I’ll have the usual fee deposited into your account.”

 

Shamal grumbles and starts to pack up all of his equipment, ““I should charge you extra for the trouble.”

 

He pauses in his packing up to give a considering look to me and Tsuna.

 

“And extra for having me treat a couple of guys.”

 

He will just not let that go will he?

 

Reborn doesn’t say anything, he just gives Shamal this intense dead eyed stare that speaks in volumes exactly what he thinks of the dear doctors complaints. Shamal breaks first; turning away and starting to pack up all his medical supplies into his briefcase.

 

“Nice doing business with you, as always, I can’t wait until the next time you call me up with a new set of impossible demands.”

 

“Are you boys all finished up with your checkup?” Mom asks poking her head into the living room.

 

“Yes they are,” Shamal says slinking up to her with that sleazy smile on his face again. “I am happy to say they both have a clean bill of health although I can’t do much about the scar tissue. That will just have to fade over time.”

 

“That’s a relief to hear. Thank you so much for coming.”

 

“Anytime m’lady.”

 

He makes to grab her hand for a kiss but before he can get that far he is sprayed in the face with a stream of grape juice.

 

Lambo is standing by Mom’s leg with a box of grape juice in his hands. His eyes all watery as he sniffles up at her.

 

“Mama, I couldn’t get the straw to work.”

 

“Oh sweetie, lets go get you a new juice box.” She bends down to scoop Lambo up, apparently forgetting all about Shamal who is standing there dripping with grape juice with this shocked look on his face.

 

As mom turns back to the kitchen, Lambo gives us a thumbs up before breaking out the crocodile tears again.

 

Way to go little brother!

 

Shamal stands there for a moment longer before wiping his face with his sleeve and turning to the front door.

 

“I’m leaving now.” He announces. “I assume that you’ll be able to get the two of them back safely when they want to leave? Great. Goodbye.”

 

He’s gone without waiting for a response.

 

We all stare after him.

 

“Are you sure you trust that weirdo?” I ask Reborn.

 

“He is ,unfortunately, the best in the business.”

 

“Sure...”

 

I stare out the still opened doorway.

 

It’s a nice day out.

 

And Shamal had said that I could do whatever I normally do...

 

“I’ll be right back.”

 

I sprint out the door before any of them have a chance to react.

 

I’m not leaving our yard. I did hear the part where Reborn had mentioned that there might still be assassins lurking about. Though there is a part of me that wants to do a mad dash into town just to see if anyone tries to kill me again.

 

I desperately want to hit something. It’s so much easier than actually you know dealing with my issues.

 

But I’m not that stupid.

 

I am a little bit stupid though.

 

I also need to verify a weird conversation I had with myself about the tree in our back yard. Because something about that has been nagging at me.

 

I pivot quickly around the house. Ignoring the calls of “INARI!” “IDIOT!” And “RAGAZZO!” That follow me.

 

Once again, not going far, and this is probably just me being stupid and paranoid. Someone would have noticed an assassin in the tree next to our window.

 

It takes me less time than I thought it would to circle the house and scurry up the branches. I hear the front gate open and close a few times while I’m ascending.

 

Do they think that I hopped the fence? I’m not that fast.

 

I push through the leaves to reach the branches level with our bedroom in no time at all. Huffing from the exhilaration of activity. It’s nice to know that I can still climb as well as I used to. I would have been pissed if I had to relearn that skill again.

 

I look around in the branches of the tree.

 

Nothing.

 

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

 

Looks like it was just me being crazy after all.

 

It’s just me and an owl hanging out in a tree.

 

I hear the stomping of footsteps rounding the house. It sounds like there are way more people tromping around than there should be. Which I would be more concerned about if it wasn’t for this owl.

 

...

 

This owl with heterochromatic eyes.

 

...

 

Hello Mukuro. How nice to see you again so soon.

 

“I hate being right...”

 

The owl screeches and flys at my face with its talons out and I quickly let go of the branch that I’m balancing on to protect my eyes from the sharp pointy things.

 

It slams into me before bursting out of the tree and flying away.

 

And I tip.

 

I’m really am an idiot. I’m never going to hear the end of this.

 

I wobble.

 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”

 

And I fall.

 

 

I fall right into the arms of the prettiest man that I have ever seen in my entire fucking life.

 

Blonde and tall and sparkly.

 

And surrounded by at least a dozen men in suits.

 

“Hey Reborn! I caught him!” Dino Cavallone calls out.

Chapter Text

I have a terrible weakness for pretty faces. It is a horrible, horrible character flaw of mine that has a tendency to pop up every once in awhile. It’s not a situation that comes up very frequently because I also have impossible high standards for what constitutes a pretty face but when it does... well, lets just say that I don’t deal with squishy emotions well

 

Dino Cavallone is a very, very pretty man and he checks off more than half the boxes that make him ‘my type.’

 

Because ,yes, I have a type.

 

A somewhat specific type that I hold to my impossibly high standards.

 

Taller than me, older than me, suave, charming, maybe a bit of an asshole and, of course, pretty as fuck.

 

There are a few more modifiers interspersed within that top secret list, but that is about the gist of it.

 

The point is Dino is so fucking pretty that my brain went violently offline whilst he carried me bridal style into the house by the living manifestation of attractiveness.

 

Of course then he proceed to drop me flat on my face as soon as he passed through the threshold knocking me out of my daze and back down to reality. I had forgotten that he is also a terrible dope and spaz.

 

It’s awful Dino Cavallone is all at once totally my type and not at all my type. I am in a appalling limbo of being all of a sudden super into him and completely repulsed by him.

 

Help.

 

Please make it stop.

 

I have had more than enough mood whiplash today to add in train wreck infatuation.

 

To make matters worse, in my stunned state I had no way to defend myself when Tsuna had given Takeshi and Hayato a manic look and ordered: “Hold him, make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.” Before he was whisked away upstairs with Reborn and Dino for a secret meeting.

 

A fuck ton of Dino’s guys filed in through the front door and Dino had called down to them; “Help Vongola’s boys keep an eye on his little brother.”

 

Which leaves me here. Stuck on the couch surrounded by armed guards and my less than amused compatriots.

 

“This seems a little excessive,” I observe with all the jovial candour of a man being held in place by human restraints. “Not that I’m complaining. I’m totally digging the arm candy.”

 

Hayato and Takeshi just scowl at me and continue holding me in place. Their arms are looped through my own, so I’m effectively pinned between them and therefore stuck on this couch.

 

As half of Dino’s army of minions laugh at my misfortune.

 

Fuckers.

 

Why is there always a peanut gallery around to witness my humiliation?

 

It probably has something to do with karmic retribution for being an asshole.

 

Well fuck you too universe.

 

“Guys, seriously, I promise that I wont leave this couch. I will stay here like a good boy,” I beg. “Please give me back the used of my arms. I just had them fixed.”

 

“Yeah, and your first act was to throw yourself out of a fuckin’ tree!” Hayato shoots back at me. “Not a chance.”

 

“That wasn’t my fault, it was the owl!”

 

“The owl didn’t make you climb the tree in the first place dumbass!”

 

“IT MIGHT HAVE! IT WAS AN EVIL OWL!!”

 

They just stare at me, completely and totally unimpressed. As Dino’s guys just continue to laugh at us. I don’t blame them, screaming about an ‘Evil Owl’ isn’t the best defence that I could have come up with. It probably makes me sound a little bit more than a little bit insane too.

 

But the actual answer is so much longer and more insane than that though. Seriously, what am I going to tell them? The owl wasn’t really and owl, well it was, but it was being possessed by a powerful illusionist. Why? Oh, I don’t know but he was also possessing some of those assassin types that were trying to kill us back in the school a couple days ago.

 

And how do I know all this? Well, you know, I have memories from a past life or alternate timeline or parallel universe that lets me know extremely specific information about events that would have transpired in Tsuna’s life if I had never existed. Because I’m not supposed to exist in this story. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that this was all in a comic book that I remember reading... maybe... its complicated.

 

I’m sure that would go over great with everyone. It totally wont result in them throwing me into a looney bin thinking that I’ve had some sort of mental breakdown due to stress.

 

Hell, I don’t even know how accurate any of this shit is anyway. Thing have changed so dramatically that I don’t think we are following anything even remotely resembling that plot anymore.

 

And I don’t even know what the hell is going on with me.

 

“Tsuna said to make sure you don’t run away again,” Takeshi says interrupting my spiralling thoughts. He doesn’t look happy with me at all. As soon as Tsuna had asked him and Hayato to hold me in place while he was drug off to have a super secret boss meeting with Dino and Reborn he had gleefully done so.

 

I am being tormented on multiple levels here.

 

“Tsuna isn’t even here,” I whine. “He’s having his boss meeting with Pretty Dino upstairs. He’ll never know if you guys ease up a bit.”

 

“‘Pretty Dino?’” Hayato repeats judgementally.

 

“Shut up,” I blush and ignore the way that the guy with the glasses snorts when he hears what I called his boss. “You cannot tell me that you don’t think that man isn’t ridiculously attractive.”

 

“WHAT!? NO!” Is Hayato’s loud and aggressive denial.

 

“LIAR!” I accuse. Dino looks like a god damn model. Anyone with eyes would have to admit that he is pretty to look at.

 

Takeshi is trying very hard to remain stern with me, but I hear him snickering. He’s seen me do this before, and he always seems to find it’s absolutely hilarious.

 

“Hey you!” I single out one of Dino’s guys who is stuck on babysitting duty. “Yeah you with the glasses. You think your boss is pretty right?”

 

Actually, looking closer now I’m pretty sure that this guy is Romario. It’s convenient that the only one of Dino’s minions that I know the name of is here for me to call out.

 

I must look more intensely manic than usual, Romario is giving me this very alarmed look. He sputters and panics, as was my intent.

 

“Excuse-“

 

“So you don’t think your boss is pretty?” I cut him off, “That seems pretty rude.”

 

If possible Romario looks even more embarrassed and outraged than he did before. His face is so red that it’s starting to turn purple. This has also gotten the attention of the rest of Dino’s guys who are now listening very intently.

 

As was also my intent.

 

“Poor guy I hope that he doesn’t know that all his followers think he’s a hideous motherfucker,” I continue to antagonize.

 

It works.

 

They all look incensed now and they all at once start jumping to his defence yelling over each other all going on about how beautiful their boss is. It is a cacophony of outrage and it is absolutely amazing.

 

Takeshi is trying so hard not to laugh out loud. I can feel him shaking next to me. More importantly his hold on my arm is starting to loosen significantly. Hayato’s earlier irritation has melted away into unholy glee now that he has realized that I am fucking with the invading adults.

 

“Fuckin’ disloyal is what they are,” He joins in, egging on the chaos.

 

“Right you are,” I nod solemnly.

 

Dino’s guys freak the fuck out and go into a full on revolt. Most of them are going on about how their boss is the prettiest boss in the world. And ‘how dare you brats question our loyalty to the Cavallone Family!”

 

A few even charge upstairs proclaiming:

 

“BOSS! YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BOSS IN THE WORLD!!!”

 

“These guys are hilarious,”Takeshi laughs.

 

And lets go of my left arm.

 

Yay.

 

“These guys are fuckin’ idiots,” Hayato amends.

 

There are a series of crashes and bangs from upstairs, which probably means that my mad plot to incite mayhem and interrupted the irritating secret meeting up there has taken effect.

 

Tsuna lets out a long high pitched ‘HIEEEEEE!’ Which probably means that something is absolutely ridiculous is happening up there.

 

Which means it’s time for me to make things worse.

 

I turn back to Romario who is looking around helplessly at his colleagues. Poor guy, I doubt he’s used to this level of random escalation. Oh well, as far as I’m concerned they all deserve it. There dumb pretty boss dropped me on my face while carrying me across the threshold.

 

“Hey dude!” I call him out drawing his attention back. “Didn’t you hear all the commotion up there? You should probably go check on your lovely boss.”

 

I grin at him all teeth and mean as his orders clash with my ‘suggestion’ and he is caught up in indecision.

 

He twitches.

 

“Get going.”

 

He bolts.

 

I should be a little more discerning when I use my bardic superpowers of persuasion. I’m fairly certain that this whole even has earned me a whole bunch of points in renegade.

 

I need some paragon points to offset it.

 

Shit, that means I’m going to have to do something altruistic or some shit...

 

Fuck it, renegade all the way.

 

The sounds of pandemonium draw our attention to the ceiling and we all stare up with curious anticipation.

 

“You’re kind of a dick,” Hayato mutters.

 

“You already knew that.”

 

“No, I knew you were a crazy fucking softie.” He leans back into the couch unknowingly letting go of my other arm.

 

Freedom!

 

In one swift motion I launch myself off the couch and away from my former shackle like arm candy. We will probably revisit that one day, hopefully under more fun circumstances.

 

“Victory is mine!”

 

“INARI!?”

 

Oh wow, neither of them look particularly happy with me.

 

“Relax, I said I wasn’t going anywhere,” I soothe. I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to. There is still an army of Cavallone henchmen standing around outside in addition to the ones flailing around in the living room. I don’t think I could make it past all of them. Maybe I could, but I’m not too tempted to try right now.

 

And besides, I still need to see how my nefarious plot plays out.

 

Three gunshots ring out, signalling the end of Reborn’s patience. Closely followed by more screaming and a stampede of footsteps charging down the stairs. Well, sort of, Tsuna and Dino get their feet tangled together on the first step and slide the rest of the way down on their asses.

 

They are both such uncoordinated idiots. Tsuna I kind of understand, he’s still dealing with the whole ‘sealing of his will’ thing that has been fucking with his coordination for years.

 

As far as I can tell Dino is just an idiot with all the dexterity of a new born foal. I thought he was supposed to be a little more coordinated when his men were around?

 

At least he’s pretty.

 

Tsuna lands on top of Dino at the bottom of the staircase as calls of ‘boss!’ echo down at them. Tsuna isn’t paying them any mind. He just stares at me.

 

“What did you DO!?”

 

I shrug, “I got bored.”

 

“It was only five minutes. We were only up there for five minutes. How did you cause a riot in five minutes!?” He exclaims with incredulity.

 

“I’dunno.”

 

Dino lets out a pained groan and pull himself up making Tsuna tumble off his back and on the hardwood with a yelp.

 

“You okay there Doll-Face?” I reach out a hand to help him up and I am treated with a look of wide eyed confusion.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Shit, you didn’t give yourself brain damage or something right?”

 

“Doll-Face?” He repeats weakly.

 

“Yes, don’t worry, your still very pretty.” I reassure him.

 

Because apparently this is a thing that I’m doing now. My brain to mouth filter seems to be malfunctioning right now. Not that it ever seems to work super great.

 

He doesn’t even respond this time. He just makes a strangled chicken noise and stares at me. Dino is too fucking easy to mess with. Which is too bad, I like a little banter.

 

“Inari is a very straight forward young man Dame-Dino,” Reborn says as he appears on the end of the banister. “You’ll get used to it.”

 

Ah, there’s my witty banter, right on cue.

 

“I don’t believe in censorship,” I shoot back.

 

He quirks an eyebrow at me and surveys the chaos that I have wrought upon the household in my fit of pettiness. “You believe in shit disturbing.”

 

“Same thing,” I grin.

 

Takeshi and Hayato finally manage to squeeze their way through the sea of people cluttering our living room and make their way into the foyer to join the rest of us.

 

“Sorry Tsuna,” Takeshi apologizes with an easy smile, “He got away from us.”

 

“I’m sorry Tsuna-sama! I failed you!” Hayato wails melodramatically and launches himself at Tsuna again.

 

“GAH! Hayato-kun you’re crushing me!”



“I didn’t really get a chance to introduce myself to all of you before,” Dino says, once we are all seated around the kitchen table and the majority of his minions have cleared out of our house. “My name is Dino Cavallone, I am the tenth boss of the Cavallone Familiga.”

 

He makes an attempt to bow while seated at the table and succeeds in bonking his forehead against the table. The fact that he had been attempting to be all suave and debonair with that introduction just makes it that much funnier.

 

“Ouch,” He says rubbing at his forehead.

 

“A-are you alright Dino-san?” Tsuna asks as I laugh at his misfortune.

 

“Fine, fine,” his reassures us, “I didn’t think the table was so close.”

 

I just stare at him.

 

“Are you very high?” Hayato asks at point blank.

 

I appreciate that, because I was wondering the same thing. That, or maybe he needs an eye exam because there might be something very wrong with his depth perception. Maybe he just needs some glasses.

 

...

 

Fuck, he would be even hotter with glasses. He can never get glasses I would die. I would just fucking die.

 

“The Cavallone Family has been allied with the Vongola for generations.” Reborn cuts in as half of the table coughs and sputters over Hayato’s very important question (which we don’t get an answer to). “Dino and his boys will be around to help keep an eye on Namimori and you lot while we deal with the ongoing infestation of Hitmen that have arrived in the area.”

 

“Oh, um, thank you Dino-san please take care of us,” Tsuna says gratefully, and then he does the exact same thing that Dino just did and bows at the waist and bonks his head against the table.

 

Dino laughs and slings an arm around Tsuna’s shoulder, “Relax kid you’re way to uptight.”

 

“Oi, watch your hands you weirdo!” Hayato snaps at him and waves his hands spastically across the table like Dino was a very irritating fly. “Don’t think that you can get all handsy with Tsuna-Sama!”

 

“He’s friendly isn’t he,” Takeshi leans over and mutters to me.

 

“And possibly on a whole bunch of drugs,” I mumble back while everyone’s attention is on Hayato.

 

“There is that too.”

 

I’m glad that mom had taken Lambo out shopping with her once Dino and his guys had all shown up. I can only imagine how crazy this might have been if we had thrown a toddler with the powers of time travel and very little emotional control into this mix. Though I have to wonder why she felt comfortable leaving her teenaged sons home alone with a whole bunch of strange men.

 

I’m going to assume that Reborn offered some sort of convincing explanation to her. That or she is so overtired that she isn’t thinking straight anymore.

 

“I was Reborn’s apprentice before Vongola Nono contracted him to come over here to teach you,” Dino continues once Hayato has been calmed down. “So you can think of me as your older brother. Call me Dino-niichan.”

 

“Ahh-“ Tsuna wavers at the intensely awkward and personal turn this conversation has taken. “Alright, Dino-niichan?”

 

Dino is lucky he’s so entertaining and nice to look at or I might be taking issue with all of this.

 

“Dino is also going to be helping me ‘teach’ you boys while your school is being repaired,” Reborn adds while looking around at all of us. He gives me a particularly meaningful look before adding; “play nice.”

 

“Never.” I shoot back cheekily.

 

He rolls his eyes and turns his attention away.

 

I prop my chin on my hand and lean against the table, giving Dino my best flirty stare. “Sorry about messing with your boys Doll-Face.”

 

He ‘eeps’ ,which is adorable, and proceeds to turn bright fucking red. I don’t know how someone it’s such thin skin managed to become a respected mob boss. But, then again, he did manage to survive Reborn’s spartan training regime so there must be an edge somewhere under all those squishy awkward layers.

 

Takeshi raises his hand, as if we were actually in class right now and asks, “do you mean us too?”

 

“You boys are part of the Family now,” Reborn answers. “I’m hardly going to leave Dame-Tsuna’s protectors untrained and uneducated.”

 

Tsuna makes a somewhat concerning gurgling noise at the mention of ‘Family’ and ‘Protectors’ but offered none of his usual protests. Which is odd. Usually, he would be screaming useless denials to the heavens at this point.

 

What the heck did I miss in that five minute meeting?

 

“That’s fine then just as long as it doesn’t cut too much into baseball. We have a couple games coming up during the break and I’m looking forward to playing with the team again.”

 

I give him a somewhat startled look when he says this. He hasn’t really mentioned playing since the whole roof thing. I’m glad though. He always loved the game so much, it would have sucked it he had quit altogether.

 

“That should be fine Takeshi-kun,” Reborn says.

 

As Hayato mutters, “Baseball idiot,” under his breath.

 

It goes without saying at this point that Hayato is down for whatever crazy shit Tsuna is getting dragged into without any questions.

 

Dino finally manages to pull himself together and has fixed a charming smile on his stupid attractive face and is resolutely not looking at me. “It’s going to be great I’m really looking forward to being the teacher now.” He still has an arm slung around Tsuna’s shoulder and my poor brother is starting to look a little bit uncomfortable from the prolonged affection.

 

He shoots me a look that clearly communicates ‘please get him off me now please, Inari, please.’

 

Who am I to deny such a sincere plea for aid?

 

I get up and meander casually around the table and clap a friendly hand on Dino’s shoulder, “Please take good care of us Dino-sensei~”

 

And if I give him a tiny little controled shock.... oopsy?

 

He leaps up from the table, and somehow ends up doing a complete forward flip before landing flat on his face on the kitchen floor.

 

That was a bit more of a dramatic reaction that I had been anticipating. We all watch as he twitches and groans from the ground.

 

“So, that was a bit of a dick move on my part, so sorry. But I’m pretty sure that was only like forty percent my fault. Because I have no idea how he managed to do THAT.”

 

“Dame-Dino, You have to keep your wits about you when dealing with bratty children,” Reborn chides.

 

“Oi! Rude!”

 

Tsuna reaches out and tugs firmly on my shirt so I fall into Dino’s now vacated chair with an ‘oomph.’ He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.

 

“Stooooooooop,” he drags out the word and as he does so the ball of irritation that has steadily building in my chest pops and I sag and relax into him.

 

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiine.”

 

“Dino-san is nice enough,” Tsuna continues murmuring as we watch Dino flop and fall over again as Reborn teases him relentlessly.

 

“He’s lucky he’s pretty,” I grumble.

 

“You always get so hostile whenever you have a crush.”

 

“Not a crush, very much not a crush,” I deny immediately. “I’m just going to be here appreciating the very pretty eye candy.”

 

“You’re impossible,” He laughs and then abandons me to go help out his new Mob Boss- Sempai.

 

The talking goes on for a bit more. I zone out around the time that Reborn starts talking about lesson plans and training regimens. I’m sure it’s fascinating stuff and all but... I have had a day already. Intensive thought is sort of escaping me at the moment.

 

Blah, blah, blah math.

 

Blah, blah, blah survival training.

 

Blah, blah, blah, turtle.

 

Oh...

 

Hello turtle.

 

I probably shout have noticed the little turtle crawling around on the kitchen table before now, but as I said before I’ve had a day and I’ve been ‘distracted.’

 

He’s a cute turtle.

 

I think his name is Enzio?

 

Has Dino introduced us to his animal companion yet?

 

I don’t think he has, but I do remember Enzio from ‘before.’ And if I remember right Leon made Enzio for Dino didn’t he? I’m not quite sure how that works. Probably in the same way that he does all his other magic item dispensing.

 

And Enzio is a magic turtle.

 

Like a chia pet; ‘just add water and watch’em grow!’

 

Is Enzio Leon’s baby then?

 

I bet Leon wants to visit his weird magic turtle baby.

 

I look over at Leon who is in his usual place perched on top of Reborn’s fedora. Sure enough the little chameleon is staring intently at Enzio who is in the process of slowly crawling across the table in the direction of his humans voice.

 

Leon suddenly locks eyes with me and... whoa.

 

I am hit with this sudden projection of intent and desire. It feel like an entire orchestra suddenly forcing itself into my head.

 

And yeah.

 

Yeah, Leon really wants to visit his baby. Now, if that would be convenient.

 

I lean my chair back and reach out to where Reborn has perched himself on the adjacent countertop by the stove and create a bridge for Leon to climb upon and once he is safely attached to my hand I turn and lower him gently onto the table.

 

He immediately makes a B-Line for Enzio his eyes shining a bright golden light.

 

Reptiles don’t really emote the same way that humans or other mammals do. But there don’t to be here for me to understand the feelings of gratitude, and love, and ‘hello dear how are you I’ve missed you. Has the human been treating you well?’

 

I can ‘hear’ it.

 

The same way that I can ‘hear’ flames when they are bing used. At least that’s what I think that is. The frequency, the rhythm, the harmony. And for most folks it’s like one instrument that plays a steady melody.

 

What is being projected from Leon in this moment is multiplied by thousands. It is more vast and consuming than anything that I have ever experience before. It is immense and immeasurable and consuming.

 

I can hear voices.

 

I had asked Reborn what Leon is. He had managed to worm his way out of that conversation without giving me a hint. I am now even more curious than I was before.

 

And much more afraid than I was before.

 

It’s bigger on the inside

 

The intensity lasts for a moment longer.

 

And then it’s gone.

 

Everyone has stopped talking and is now looking at me.

 

I have to stop doing things that draw attention to me. Things like plucking Reborn’s lizard buddy of his hat while he is in the middle of giving a lecture. Dino actually is looking between us like he thinks Reborn is about to pull out a gun and shoot me for getting too familiar.

 

He can deal.

 

“Leon wanted to visit his baby,” I explain and turn back to watching the adorable reunion.

 

Dino brightens considerably at this.

 

“Reborn told you about Enzio then? Isn’t he cool!?”

 

He reaches out a finger and affectionately rubs the top of the little turtles head. Once again, can’t really read reptile emotions very well but Enzio seems to bask in the attention.

 

“Isn’t that a turtle?” Hayato asks.

 

“Yup.”

 

“But Leon is a lizard,” Tsuna chimes in. “How could he have a baby that’s a turtle?”

 

Reborn doesn’t answer him. He’s is just staring right at me trying to puzzle something out.

 

I slipped up again. Though this time was somewhat more deliberate. There is no way that I could have known the connection between Leon and Enzio. I don’t offer any explanations, he can chalk it up to the whole precognition thing. Besides, I don’t think I could come up with a more suitable lie right now.

 

He owes me magical reptile lore anyway.

 

“Dame-Tsuna,” he finally says, “you should know by now that Leon is not an ordinary lizard.”

 

“That’s right,” Dino adds. “Before Reborn was reassigned here I asked if he would give me Leon but of course he wouldn’t part from such a useful familiar so he got Leon to make Enzio instead.”

 

“He’s a very cute turtle,” Takeshi smiles.

 

“Does it DO anything?” Hayato inquires curiously looking over the reptilian duo.

 

“You’ll see,” Dino answers with his best attempt at a devious smile.



Dino and his boys leave soon after that. With a promise to come back tomorrow to start up our brand new training regime. Hayato and Takeshi hitch a ride with them back to their respective homes. Apparently, it still isn’t super safe for any of us to go wandering around without an escort. I don’t know why, I think we did a pretty good job taking care of shit before.

 

Better safe than sorry I guess.

 

Takeshi grabs Hayato as they walk out the door and invites him to come back home to him. I think he must have caught the bit about Shamal being an unrepentant pervert who has taken up residence in Hayato’s student dorm.

 

Hayato hisses at the offer like an angry cat, but Takeshi keeps at it as they head toward the car. Tempting him with promises of home made sushi. Hayato will cave. There is no way he will be able to withstand the overwhelming power of Takeshi’s puppy dog stare and unwavering smile.

 

Everyone here goes to bed early. Mom and Lambo are out at seven. Neither of them could stop yawning once they got back home from their shopping trip. She went to tuck him in and fell asleep herself while reading a bedtime story. I make sure to tuck mom in to when I peek my head in.

 

Tsuna is asleep soon after, face down in the pillow and snoring. He had quite the day too. What with making a new boss alliance (or whatever they were doing that I wasn’t included in), kicking me out of my panic attack. He deserves a good night sleep.

 

Even Reborn is dead to the world. Which is more than understandable because I don’t think he slept at all from the day of the hitman invasion to now. He’s laying on his back in the Leon hammock with his hat over his eyes and breathing deeply and evenly. He hadn’t even bothered to change into his pyjamas before he crashed.

 

This once again leaves me in the somewhat awkward position of being the only person awake in the house.

 

I swear to god I am not going to have a crazy meltdown again.

 

However, I refuse to stay in this room staring at the walls again.

 

Once I’m sure that everyone is well and truly in dreamland I lean over and reach under my bed to pull out my stolen ray gun and quietly as I can creep out of the bedroom. Making sure to avoid the creepy floorboards and quietly shut the door behind me.

 

I have some things to think about.

 

Important things.

 

Things that I should probably tell Reborn about but...

 

I need to make sense of this shit in my own head first.

 

I enter the kitchen and switch on the stove light, filling the room with a dim orange glow that flickers every so often. As quietly as i can I turn on the tap and quickly fill the electric kettle and then switch it on.

 

And I pick out my favourite mug, and my favourite tea bag, and I wait.

 

Here is what I know:

 

Rokudo Mukuro has been watching our house.

 

I don’t know how long he’s been doing this for but now I am sure that he has been. And I know that it’s him. I had known that it was him when I looked into the eyes of the corpse woman back in the gym.

 

I know it was him that was going for Tsuna at the end there.

 

But some things aren’t quite adding up between what I ‘know’ and what ‘is.’

 

He’s stronger than he should be, I think.

 

He’s also here sooner than he should be (if he is, in fact, here at all).

 

I really do have to wonder how long Mukuro has been staking out our house? It can’t have been too long. I would hope that someone other than me would have noticed a suspicious owl looking into our bedroom. At least to point out the fact that there is a Snowy Owl hanging out in Namimori out of season, if not to point him out as an assassin.

 

But then again, Rokudo Mukuro is an illusionist, and a very powerful one at that. I don’t know if he can use illusions though something he’s possessing, but as of now all signs point to yes. Honestly, I hadn’t even noticed him until I was right up in the tree next to him. And while I’m reluctant to believe anything that asshole from Della Rosa said, he had mentioned that Reborn isn’t great with spotting Mist users.

 

I guess even the world’s greatest hitman is allowed to have some faults and foibles. Life wouldn’t be interesting if he was good at everything.

 

Still, this probably means that I’m going to have to exercise some CONSTANT VIGILANCE. I’m not sure how good Dino and his guys are with illusionists, but at this point I am going to hope for the best and plan for the worst. At least until I know what the fuck he wants. And until I figure out what the heck is up with the Estraeno.

 

Because the Estraeno are a linch pin in this entire mess that are really fucking with me.

 

Ever since I spotted him at the school I have been remembering things about Mukuro’s storyline. And I’m pretty sure that the way the plot went was: the Estraeno had been blacklisted in the mafia for all the fucked up child experimentation shit that they had been into, and subsequently singlehandedly slaughtered by Mukuro himself.

 

Obviously that didn’t happen though.

 

Because Bruno Estraeno was camped out in Namimori Middle School disguised as Mrs. Nakamura, watching me and Tsuna for whatever reason. That prick who was talking about the Estraeno with Reborn went on like they were regularly contracted to take on jobs with other Mafia Families.

 

And I know in my gut that the corpse woman and the crystal monster were from the Estraeno Family. Mukuro himself had given that away when he had possessed the corpse woman and showed off his very distinctive eyes.

 

Of course I don’t know what any of that means other than the fact that the family of child experimenting monsters hadn’t gotten their just deserts yet... or they had and Rokudo Mukuro is playing a very different game.

 

I take a sip of my cooling tea and stare into the darkness of the night and listen to the quiet rattle of the refrigerator. I can sort of make out a couple of Dinos guys walking past the yard on their patrol route. It had seemed a little excessive when Pretty-Boy had shown up with what seems like his entire God-Damn Familiga, but now that they have actually gotten to work and aren’t all standing around in one place I can see the reasoning behind it. He probably has them patrolling all of Namimori.

 

I sigh, and start to fiddle with my ray gun. I’m not going to get anywhere going in circles trying to figure out what a guy who specializes in subterfuge and misdirection is planning. He’s dangerous, he might have an army of assholes backing him, and he’s interested in Vongola Decimo.

 

Great.

 

We’ll leave it at that for now.

 

I keep messing around with the ray gun as I continue to sip on my tea. I think there’s something wrong with it now. Before it had just sort of instantaneously charged when I had picked it up. Now the display keeps going through this whole:

 

SYNCHRONIZING...

 

SYNCHRONIZING...

 

SYNCHRONIZING...

 

ERROR

 

ANALYZING FREQUENCY

 

585nm

 

540Thz

 

ERROR

 

ANALYZING FREQUENCY

 

3Hz

 

10000000000000000000000000000

 

ERROR

 

I try a few more times, but each time it reads out some completely different numbers and I have no idea what the heck they mean. Maybe it took a hit after I went down and its broken now? That would suck, it seems like such a useful weapon.

 

SYNCHRONIZING

 

Maybe I have to concentrate on using the power of magic lightning for it to work. I readjust my grip and concentrate on a thunderbolt. It’s easy while looking at the Lichtenberg Figures.

 

I feel something start to crackle and the smell of ozone filling the kitchen.

 

ANALYZING FREQUENCY

 

And then my phone starts buzzing.

 

I hadn’t even realized that I had brought it with me. I’m so startled that I drop the ray gun and and it clatters against the countertop. I fish around in my pockets and pull out my cell phone.

 

Unknown Caller.

 

That’s suspicious.

 

It might just be a telemarketer.

 

But then again....

 

I shouldn’t answer this.

 

It’s not a good idea to answer random phone calls at one in the morning where there are people who are interested in killing you.

 

“Hello?” I answer in a hushed whisper.

 

“As fascinating as all this data that you’ve been sending me is I am going to advise you to desist your current actions,” Verde drawls. “Unless of course your intent is to cause massive structural damage to your home.”

 

“What? No, wait, how did you get my number!?” I demand.

 

“Unimportant,” I can feel him rolling his eyes at me. “Considering your well on your way to creating an EMP in your kitchen... unless that was your intent.”

 

I give the ray gun a concerned look and use a finger to nudge it away from me. It is giving off a somewhat concerning high pitched ringing noise. That can’t be good.

 

“No, no I wasn’t going for EMP I was going for charging the ray gun.”

 

“...Ray gun?” I can hear the judgement in his voice.

 

“What do you want from me? It looks like something straight out of Star Trek.”

 

“Utilitarian enough I suppose.”

 

“Not that I don’t appreciate you stopping me from blowing up my kitchen and blacking out the neighborhood and all, but was there any other reason that you called?”

 

I hear a few keyboard clicks across the line, and some mumbling about sinusoidal wavelength forms and frequency spikes. I’m almost about to hang up on him when he starts talking at me again.

 

“...Strange.”

 

“What is?” My interest in piqued.

 

“Place your fingers on the sensor pads along the grip.” He says ignoring my question completely.

 

“Huh,” I pick up the ray gun again and look it over until I spot four faint circular depressions built in. “Kay, now what?”

 

“A moment...” There is the sound of more typing as the display starts rapidly scrolling through numbers and equations that I could never hope to understand even if they weren’t flashing past in milliseconds.

 

I watch as the chamber, which was previously dormant begins to fill with a sparking green light interspersed with starbursts of orange that pop into existence and then just as quickly fade into the solid green. It’s almost like watching a hypnotic screensaver.

 

CALIBRATION COMPLETE

 

“Oh, hey, cool.”

 

Verde lets me ooh and aah over the now functional ray gun for a little while before speaking again.

 

“He was correct when he said that you have the self preservation instincts of a stoned lemming,” he comments dryly. “You do realize that there was every chance that I could have killed you in that moment?”

 

“You wouldn’t though,” I shoot back without much thought.

 

“There is no evidence to support that hypothesis. In our previous interaction I had my testers set to eliminate you and your brother.”

 

“Yeah, but, you said you wouldn’t do that anymore.”

 

“And you believed me?” The disbelief in his voice is palpable.

 

“Well, yes,” I say. “ I mean if you really wanted to kill me you could have done it without calling first. Heck, you could have just waited until I blew up the house because I was fucking with something beyond my understanding. But you didn’t, which means that you don’t want me dead, and you probably want something from me.”

 

There is a drawn out moment of silence. Not even the sound of typing to break it up.

 

“It was more of a passing curiosity as to why my system was being flooded with so many repetitive data points.”

 

I flush little at the jab. “I was experimenting!”

 

“By attempting the same sequence again and again and again,” he continues. “Did you know that Albert Einstein defined insanity as repeating the same actions and expecting different results.”

 

Verde is such a snarky bitch. I both love and hate it.

 

It also occurs to me that I should go wake up Reborn and let him know that his Arcobaleno buddy that tried to kill us a few days ago is calling me. That would be the smart thing to do. But as Verde is so clearly pointing out now I am not the sharpest tool in the shed. And besides I got a ray gun out of it.

 

“Okay point taken you don’t have to get all snarky about it.”

 

He chuckles lightly and starts typing again.

 

“If you are interested in further ‘experimentation’ I may have some things for you to assist me with in the future.”

 

“Uhhhh, doing what?”

 

“I’m sure you will see.”

 

And then he hangs up.

 

He just hangs up without waiting for a yes or a no. I think he is just assuming that I’m going to end up going along with whatever mad science experiment that he ends up throwing at me. Which is fair.

 

Reborn was accurate when he said that I have the self preservation instincts of a stoned lemming... also, does Verde have us bugged? I don’t know when he would have heard that lovely descriptor that Reborn came up with. Just how many people have been spying on us? I am starting to feel all violated and shit.

 

Whatever, I’ll worry about it later.

 

I down the rest of my, now cold, tea in one gulp and make my way back upstairs. Being careful to skip over the creaky floorboards and to quietly open the bedroom door and sneak back into bed.

 

Where I sit cross legged and stare up at Reborn in his hammock.

 

He stares back down at me with half lidded eyes.

 

“Monello,” He greets in a hushed whisper.

 

I’m not quite sure what that means but I think I might have been demoted in terms of the affectionate nicknames.

 

“Hey.”

 

I lay the ray gun on the bed next to me in full view. I had thought about hiding it from him. But that would be pointless as I intend to use my fun new toy. And besides we need to have something approaching an honest conversation.

 

“I need to talk to you about some stuff.”

 

He shifts in the hammock before silently dropping out of it and onto the bed next to me. He doesn’t move any further than that, but he does give the ray gun a very pointed and curious look.

 

“What’s on your mind?”

Chapter Text

The trouble with starting a conversation with something like; “I need to talk to you,” or “we need to talk,” or anything to that general effect is that you need to actually follow that up with something. Really, if it’s anything other than dead fucking silence you’re probably doing it better than me. I have to wrestle with myself to not immediately spout off some random bullshit like I usually would when I’m expected to convey anything with any degree of seriousness.

 

I want to be honest here.

 

Sort of.

 

The point is, I need Reborn to trust me. On a more personal note I want Reborn to trust me. But in the immediate now I’m going to need him to take a lot of shit on faith right now, and preferably not shoot me.

 

“Brat?”

 

“Give me a second,” I request. “There’s a lot.”

 

He makes a motion of acquiescence and makes himself comfortable.

 

Great, good, perfect.

 

Where the hell to I even start?

 

“You know that I know shit that I shouldn’t know,” I start, might as well start on previously trod ground. “You know that right? We covered that bit back in the hospital.”

 

“Your ‘premonitions.’”

 

“Yeah, those, whatever,” I sigh deeply and scoot myself back on my bed to brace my back against the wall. “Point is, I had one of those ‘my brain is screaming at me’ moments last night, this morning?”

 

The look he’s giving me is one that is quickly loosing interest with my blathering nonsense.

 

“We’re being watched,” I blurt out suddenly and unceremoniously.

 

Reborn immediately twists around so that he has eyes on Tsuna. When he sees that my brother is still fast away and snoring his eyes begins to roam the room. It’s difficult to track his gaze, just because his eyes are impossible voids of impenetrable darkness. But, even I can see the climbing levels of anxiety.

 

“Relax man,” I attempt to sooth before he starts shooting. “We’re not being watched right this second.”

 

Or maybe we are? I have no idea how any of this supernatural surveillance stuff works. But I’m pretty sure that Mukuro isn’t creeping on us right now.

 

I shoot a suspicious look at the tree outside the window. Just to make sure"

 

“Explain. Now.” He grinds out.

 

I still find it amazing that he can pull of intimidating while looking like a infant.

 

“Back at the school there were a lot of scary fuckers running around but, at the end there, there were the two that were the really scary ones,” I need to take a moment to banish the extremely upsetting memory of jagged crystals shlorping out of flesh as jawless monstrosity screams silently in agony.

 

“The woman with the stitches and the crystal monster thing.” I finally manage to clarify after fighting off the wave of nausea.

 

“Shamal disposed to the monstrosity and you and Dame-Tsuna-“ He trails off at the end and I have the sudden, horrible, realization that he thinks that Tsuna actually killed someone.

 

He didn’t.

 

He couldn’t have anyway because...

 

“She was already dead.” I blurt out before he has a chance to get any further along that train of thought.

 

Reborn fixes me with a stern yet sympathetic gaze, “Inari.”

 

“I know, I know, but trust me its about to get even more unbelievable in here. So just hold on to your logic and objections.”

 

Thankfully, he doesn’t argue. However, the disbelief across his face doesn’t entirely melt away. Which is fair considering I’m about to tell him
all about zombies, human experimentation, and possession. I could script a horror movie with all of this.

 

“She was dead, but there was someone or something else in there driving the body.”

 

“And this has something to do with the house being under observation how?”

 

“This is the preface part of that, This part is important too... Anyway, it was her eyes. The way her eyes changed. They were all blank and then they were this super distinctive heterochromatic blue and red. And the weirdest part of that was the fact that the left eye had the kanji for ‘six’ instead of an actual pupil.”

 

I breath slowly trying to order my thoughts. I probably should have written this down before I started. I am well aware of how stupid this is sounding. Too late for that now though. I’m committed now, no going back.

 

“Everything about what happened after that was all sorts of fucked up and wrong. But the way she looked and moved was extra wrong. When she came at Tsuna it was like a puppet moving on wires.”

 

Thinking back there had also been a distinctive blue tint to her lips and skink that had been particularly off putting. I hadn’t really had a chance to think to hard about stitch face when her partner crystal monster had been trying to squish us under his enormous fists. But I had gotten a few good looks at her.

 

And she had looked dead.

 

“And I’m telling you all this because I saw those exact same eyes earlier today.”

 

Tsuna’s snores stutter and we both quiet and stare over at him. A moment passes and he mumbles something about a hamburger and then falls back into a deep sleep.

 

It’s not that I want to hide things from Tsuna. It’s just that I don’t think he would appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night again to learn about the guy who literally wants to possess his body.

 

Because, yeah, I had remembered that lovely bit of plot.

 

I’m not sure if that is still the crux of Rokudo Mukuro’s nefarious plot. He might not. A lot of things have changed from that original story. But if he still wants to take down the mafia there really isn’t a better tool than the heir to the most powerful Family under his control.

 

I would never let him get that far of course.

 

Reborn looks extremely intent and interested now. On the edge of his proverbial seat waiting for the big reveal. Unfortunately, I can’t go spouting on about how a guy named Rokudo Mukuro wants to burn the mafia to the ground. I don’t even think that’s his real name, and if the Estraeno are still around there probably isn’t a bounty on his head for me to point to.

 

I nod my head pointedly at the tree.

 

“I told you all -Evil Owl.”

 

“An owl.” He repeats flatly.

 

“Everything sounds unimpressive when you say it like that.”

 

“Kid.”

 

“Don’t get all judgemental. I don’t know how else to describe it. It was an owl with crazy heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one red and it was watching our room.” I fiddle mindlessly with a loose string on my blankets. “I didn’t even see it there at first there was just something screaming in my head ASSASSIN, ASSASSIN, ASSASSIN!”

 

Reborn stares intently out the window into the darkness of the night. He looks incredibly stressed out by all of this. Maybe I should have waited until he had a full night of sleep before dropping all of this on him. I doubt he would have appreciated a delay on account of sleep deprivation though.

 

“So any ideas,” I ask him when he doesn’t offer any immediate response. “Because all I could think of is that there is someone out there with the power to take over peoples minds or bodies. And I don’t know if it has to be dead or alive bodies. But there was also what that one asshole said ‘Estraeno’ and ‘Mists’ and I have a feeling that its all connected.”

 

Yes, this part is me fibbing a little bit. But only barely. It’s more or less just a nice big nudge in the right direction because I can’t think of any better way to get Reborn’s attention on the Estraeno.

 

I know jack shit about that Family other than the fact that they played an important part in Mukuro’s backstory and they were into some really bad shit. And that it was really bad shit even by mafia standards. And if they haven’t already been wiped out then I’m even more worried about why they have their eyes on Tsuna.

 

Reborn pinches the bridge of his nose and clenches his eyes shut tightly.

 

“I need coffee,” He mutters forlornly.

 

“I think you drink too much coffee dude. Haven’t you heard that caffeine stunts your growth?” I tease him lightly. “You should cut down on the coffee. Maybe switch to decaf.”

 

Reborn stares at me with his wide void like eyes and slowly blinks.

 

“There are very few earthly pleasures afforded to me Monello, don’t even think about fucking with my espresso,” he threatens.

 

I raise my hands in submission and laugh. “Ease up man, I wasn’t going to do anything to your sweet ambrosia.”

 

I do have to bite my tongue to keep from blurting out a dirty joke about ‘Earthly Pleasures’ though. I doubt he would appreciate it right
now, and the more I think about it the more depressing it actually seems. He’s harassed enough as it is.

 

I do enjoy bugging him though. I can’t help it. Reborn, as I knew him, was always so unfazed and untouchable. It just makes me want to poke and tease him until I get those genuine reactions. And the fact that I have already managed to catch him off balance half a dozen times makes me want to do it even more. Don’t get me wrong I still think he’s the fucking coolest and if I can be even half as cool as he is when I grow up I will have done something right. But he deserves it for all the crap he gives Tsuna. It’s my own unique brand of sibling justice.

 

I wonder if I could make Reborn blush?

 

It would one hundred percent result in me getting shot and my body subsequently being dumped in international waters. But it might actually be worth it just to see what might happen.

 

I like to live dangerously after all.

 

....

 

Next time.

 

Right now we need to finish this conversation.

 

“I’ll have some of my contacts back in Naples do some digging on the Estraeno Family.” Reborn says.

 

He fishes out his phone and starts typing out a message. I think he’s actually writing out formatted paragraphs with proper punctuation and everything, because he is secretly an OCD nerd. Which is fucking adorable.

 

“I will also let Dino and his boys know to be on the lookout for anyone with red and blue eyes that might be lurking around,” he stops typing and frowns. “Unfortunately, I don’t believe any of his Family are adept Mists which might make our rogue illusionist a bit more difficult to pinpoint.”

 

I watch as be deletes a block of text and proceeds to do re-writes. He’s muttering to himself now. I don’t think he’s entirely aware that he’s doing it with being dangerously overtired and all.

 

“Dame-Dino should be able to spot illusionists himself.”

 

“He just needs to roll a high enough perception check,” I joke.

 

“What?”

 

“Don’t you know anything about D&D? I bet you’d like it. It’s full of dramatic storytelling and math.”

 

He doesn’t even bother to dignify that with a response. Just goes back to typing out his orders to Dino.

 

“You should probably tell Pretty Dino to keep a look out for any animals with crazy eyes too. Considering we were being creeped on by an owl and indeterminate limits of the weird mind control magic.”

 

He sighs, back tracks again, and then finally sends off his epic.

 

“It’s always magic with you isn’t it?” It was probably intended as a criticism but there is enough levity in his voice that it doesn’t quite land that way.

 

I shrug and let myself flop down onto the bed so we are at eye level with each other.

 

“Oh, you know, in the absence of an actual explanation about why Tsuna is ignited and imbued with preternatural strength every time you shoot him with one of those fancy bullets of yours, or why some folks seem to be able to generate rainbow fire that gives them superpowers.”

 

A pillow smacks me in the face and I spend a good long moment sputtering on a mouthful of fabric.

 

“You need to learn some patience,” Reborn says, smacking me with the pillow once more for good measure. “Besides, you seem to have progressed well enough with your own self-directed research.”

 

I pull the pillow off of my face to find Reborn giving the ray gun a pointed look again. Fair, I would be pretty suspicious of a mysterious glowing gun shaped object too if I didn’t know what it was or where it came from. But I have run my own cost-benefit analysis on this and have come to the conclusion that I am keeping the ray gun. After all Verde has so generously bequeathed it to me.

 

Which brings us to part two of this evening (or is it morning now?) chat.

 

The mad scientist who may or may not have this room bugged.

 

I reach over and drag the weapon to me, and pick it up to give him a better look at it.

 

“Your buddy Verde is a snarky bitch,” I inform him nonchalantly. “But he builds some pretty nifty shit so I think I’ll forgive him for that.”

 

A range of emotions quickly pass across his face before settling into unhappy acceptance.

 

“Also, BTW, I am like ninety-nine percent sure that he has us bugged too. Or it might just be you. Unless I actually do bear a striking resemblance to a stoned lemming.”

 

He gives the ceiling a somewhat beseeching look, “Dio dammi la forza.”

 

“Oh yeah, are the Italian lessons still on the table? We got kind of distracted with rapidly escalating chaos but I still want to learn if your down for it.”

 

The glare that he shoots me speaks volumes. “You are quite possibly the most problematic individual that I have ever met.”

 

“Oh please, you love it. You’d be bored out of your skull without all the high intensity bullshit that I summon,” I grin and make a mad swipe for his fedora which is starting to tilt dangerously off his head.

 

Even exhausted as he is he still manages to dance out of the way. I was expecting that honestly. What I wasn’t expecting was the entire world to suddenly spin as he grasps my arm with unnatural strength and flips me on to my face. My arms are are pinned behind my back as a very grumpy hitman perches on top of them. I am immediately caught up in a overpowering giggle fit. This is ridiculous.

 

Everything about this day.

 

These past few weeks (seven weeks now since he showed up here).

 

It’s been amazing. And traumatizing.

 

And I fucking love it.

 

I mean I could do with out the imminent threat of panic attacks, but the rest is just so much fun that I can even deal with that.

 

“Yes, I think Monello works much better for you,” He says idly before the pressure pinning my arms releases and I let them drop limply onto the bed.

 

“And that means?” I prompt.

 

“It means that you are an incorrigible brat.”

 

I take a moment to mull over my new pet name. I had just been ‘boy’ before right? ‘Brat’ actually takes into account the more stellar aspects of my personality. I think I can live with that.

 

“I’m going to take that as a complement.”

 

“Of course you are.”

 

We sit in companionable silence for a little while longer. Or, as silent as things can get with Tsuna’s snores and dream time mumbling. At some point Leon droops down from the ceiling as an iridescent droplet and reforms on the brim of the fedora with a grumpy look (for a reptile at least).

 

‘You’re keeping my human awake,’ comes the thought? Feeling? Intent?

 

I’m not sure if Leon is actually projecting words into my brain or if I am just really good at interpreting lizard. Either way I don’t particularly
want to be on the bad side of something that might very well be akin to a TARDIS.

 

“Sorry,” I say sheepishly.

 

“Hn?”

 

Because of course Reborn doesn’t know that I’m having a moment of cross species communication with his animal companion. And I am definitely not going to be opening the ‘hearing things’ conversation right now. I think we have both just about had it for the night without adding on that extra layer of confusion.

 

“You know, I’m sorry that I’m keeping you up... again. I know that you must be fucking exhausted right now and I just keep making shit more complicated for you.”

 

He waves it off.

 

“It’s fine,” he replies. “ I prefer to now about problems before they have a chance to become problematic.”

 

“Uh... you’re welcome then?”

 

He sighs and his gaze noticeably softens.

 

“Honestly, the fact that you seem to have quickly developed a talent for detecting illusionists is more of a benefit than anything.”

 

“Cool... I’m pretty sure Tsuna could do it to. I mean he punched corpse lady when she was all invisible and shit and I didn’t even notice her at that point.”

 

“Tsunayoshi is progressing much better than I could have hoped for considering how he was when I first arrived.”

 

“Bro-bro is tenacious when he wants to be. It’s just that he usually doesn’t want to be.”

 

Reborn rolls his eyes.

 

“Stubbornness seems to be a Vongola family trait.”

 

I can’t entirely keep the twitch off my face at the mention of ‘Vongola Family Traits.’ Because I might not want to talk about the hole musical
accompaniment thing but there is something that I do need to ask about.

 

Will.

 

“What?” he asks flatly. Because Reborn is literally a mind reader.

 

“You know that whole bardic inspiration thing that I have been rocking? What the fuck?”

 

“Monello. I haven’t slept in four days, please stop with the metaphors and speak in plain Japanese.”

 

Holy shit! Four days!?

 

How is he still alive?!

 

“That think that I do when I say a thing and the person that I say it to does the thing but also cranks the dial up to eleven when they do it.”

 

“It is a passive ability usually associated with the flames of harmony, and even then it is exceedingly rare,” he just explains without trying to be mysterious at all.

 

And then he lays down on my pillow, pulls up the blankets and starts snoring.

 

It’s fine. He can have the bed. He has earned a good night sleep in a nice fucking bed for once. Seriously, he has spent most of the past month and a half sleeping in a ceiling hammock.

 

Besides, I got way more out of that conversation than I thought I would.

 

Harmony huh?

 

I tip-toe over to the other side of the room and nudge Tsuna over and crawl into bed next to him.

 

“Buah?”

 

“Go back to sleep Bro-bro.”

 

“Ugh~”



For the first time since Reborn arrived in Namimori he sleeps in. Me and Tsuna spend five solid minutes staring at him from across the room waiting for him to spring a trap or something. But no, he just keeps snoozing away.

 

At some point during the night Leon had formed himself into one of those fancy sleep mask things and was coving Reborn’s eyes. It’s actually really strange to look at because his eyes are where Reborn’s eyes should be and they are big and yellow and glaring at us. I get the feeling that he wants us to be very quiet.

 

Cool.

 

We’ll play the quiet game then.

 

I raise a finger to my lips and motion for Tsuna to follow me out of the room. He nods nervously and together we quietly and slowly slide out of bed. Carefully avoid the creeky floorboard and silently shut the door behind us.

 

Lambo is outside the room waiting for us. He draws in a deep breath with a manic grin on his face. And I just know things are about to get very loud in here. So I quickly swoop down to pick him up and quickly whisper into his ear:

 

“Shush, we’re playing a trick on Reborn so we have to be very very quiet okay.”

 

If possible he looks even more excited now. He makes a show of zipping his lips and the three of us proceed to creep down the stairs. Lambo quietly starts snickering when we reach the bottom landing. This time Tsuna shushes him and puts on a show of miming out what he thinks Reborn will do to us if he catches us ditching him.

 

I don’t think it quite comes across that way though since Tsuna just looks like he is doing a very weird dance.

 

I usher them both through the living room and into the kitchen where the smell of cooking breakfast awaits us.

 

“My you all look chipper this morning,” Mom greets us.

 

We all quickly raise fingers to our lips.

 

“We’re playing the quiet game,” I whisper to her. “Reborn is still sleeping.”

 

“Poor dear,” she says quietly with a fond smile on her face. “He certainly needs it. He was so worried about you boys after that mess at the school.”

 

“Sorry about all of that Mama.”

 

“Your both safe now and that’s all that mattes to me.” She reaches over to pet Lambo’s mess of curls, “and now we have a new addition to our family too.”

 

She looks really happy about that. I remember once when we were visiting Grandpa he had told me and Tsuna that mom had always wanted a huge family. A husband, lots of kids, friends coming to visit all the time. She had been lonely as an only child and it had only been her and Grandpa since she was a very young child.

 

Things hadn’t quite worked out the way she wanted them too. But hey, you never know things can still change, Mom’s only thirty-one after all.

 

I settle Lambo down into the booster chair that Mom had dug out from storage and leave him to Tsuna to entertain. He gives me a somewhat panicked face when I motion from him to Lambo.

 

“Just do some magic tricks for him,” I whisper in his ear so Lambo can’t overhear.

 

Tsuna turns red.

 

I don’t know why. He is bizarrely good at magic tricks. It is like his one and only talent. The summer that me and Takeshi had gone to “Little Explorers” camp Tsuna had stayed home and had learned slight of hand magic tricks from Ms. Tanaka up the road.

 

Tsuna might not be the most coordinated person when in motion but he had spent hours and hours and hours working on those tricks and perfecting them. That’s the tenacity that I was talking about.

 

He reluctantly picks up the salt and pepper shakers and makes a show of displaying them to Lambo who looks somewhat intrigued about where Tsuna might be going with this.

 

Tsuna closes his hands over the shakers raises them up and then in one quick motion opens them up and where they should have clattered to the table, there is nothing there.

 

Lambo stares, eyes wide and glittering with wonder, he is utterly taken in by the magic already.

 

Tsuna looks much less uncomfortable now that he knows his act won’t be met with immediate ridicule and proceeds to summon back the salt and pepper shakers and proceed on with the rest of the act.

 

I take this time to slip on my own apron and sidle up next to Mom to help make the breakfast. I take over the omelet station as she starts mixing spices and fruits into the sweet smelling oatmeal.

 

“Grazi,” she says.

 

I am so taken aback by the sudden Italian that I don’t immediately respond.

 

“Um, what ever the Italian is for ‘you’re welcome?’”

 

She giggles. “Prego.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“It means you’re welcome,” She clarifies.

 

“Oh...’prego’ Mama.”

 

“Bene.”

 

We work quietly for a moment before curiosity gets the best of me and I just have to ask.

 

“You speak Italian?”

 

She gives me a sly sidelong look, “Of course, I spent three years studying at a conservatory in Rome you know?”

 

“I knew you went abroad to study music but I didn’t know it was in Italy.”

 

Mom nods, “I live there from when I was fifteen until just before I had you boys. It’s were I met Iemitsu you know?”

 

I freeze at the mention of the old mans name. “I always thought you guys met here.”

 

“So dad was Italian?” Tsuna asks from behind us, apparently he had been listening in.

 

I also note the past tense. Apparently he still hasn’t caught on to the whole ‘our asshole father is a deadbeat who is in fact still alive’ bit.

 

“Half,” Mom answers him. “Or perhaps more than that considering his families history of moving back and forth between Italy and Japan.”

 

“I guess that makes sense,” Tsuna says.

 

“Did you guys get married over there too?”

 

“We did, but we had a traditional Shinto service once we arrived back in Japan at your Grandfathers request. You know how he was.” Her smile turns sad.

 

She misses Grandpa, we all do.

 

He had been a rock for our family for so long. And the only male role model me and Tsuna had when we were younger. There had always been an easy patience about him. He never got angry or frustrated with us and had always taken the time to explain things and tell us stories.

 

...

 

It was because of Grandpa that I had learned how to walk again.

 

And talk again.

 

...

 

“Grandpa just wanted to take a million pictures of you looking beautiful in your Kimono.”

 

“I was eight and a half months pregnant,” she says with a mock challenge in her voice.

 

“So?”

 

“With twins.”

 

“I have personally seen those pictures and you looked gorgeous Mama.”

 

She laughs. She laughs loudly and at this point I’m pretty sure that the quintet game is well and truly a bust because Lambo had started getting roundly once Tsuna had pulled off the newspaper and milk trick.

 

“Inari-chan, you’re such a charmer. You’re going to make a very lucky girl very happy someday.”

 

“... sure.” I say awkwardly.

 

“Or a very lucky boy.”

 

“...Really?” I have to ask because we have never really talked about it before.

 

“Of course Inari-chan. But just remember that anyone you or Tsu-kun bring home will be subject to Mama’s strict inspection and high standards.”

 

“Fair.”



Reborn doesn’t actually make it down stairs until we have finished up with breakfast. I make sure to put on another pot of coffee once I start hearing movement upstairs.

 

We have since relocated into the living room where Tsuna has been coerced into giving Lambo a magic lesson. Of course he had groused and grumbled about it but he had been smiling the whole time. I think he’s enjoying getting to be ‘the cool older brother’ who teaches something.

 

Not that I have ever thought of him as anything other than my cool brother.

 

Reborn appears in the doorway and spends a good long time staring as Tsuna juggles disappearing coins as Lambo and I cheer him on.

 

When it becomes apparent that he’s still a little too out of it to break out of Tsuna’s mesmerizing spell I disappear back into the kitchen to pour him an enormous mug of coffee.

 

He accepts the offering gratefully and proceeds to chug down the piping hot coffee. And he doesn’t stop until its empty.

 

Damn.

 

That’s both an impressive and terrifying skill.

 

“Grazi,” he mumbles.

 

“Prego!” I chirp back, happily showing off my new bit of vocabulary.

 

Mom had actually kept teaching us words over breakfast. Pointing at random objects and food and saying their name in Italian and having us repeat it. Tsuna had been less than thrilled about being forced to learn yet another language. He can’t seem to get a hang of pronouncing anything other than Japanese.

 

I actually get the hang of it quickly. The pronunciation part at least. Memorization is going to be something else entirely.

 

“Bene Inari-chan,” She had said. “You have Mama’s good ears, just remember to listen closely .”

 

“Buongiorno signore come stai?” Mom calls over at him teasingly.

 

He stares at her for a good long moment before answering, “Molto bene.”

 

I have a feeling that he just realized that he can do immersive Italian lessons in our own house if he convinces Mom to play along. And I have no doubt that he will convince her to play along.

 

The phone rings.

 

“I’ll get it!” Tsuna calls as he races out of the room to escape the impending continuation of the Italian lesson.

 

Reborn stares at him as he leaves and then trots over to talk to Mom.

 

I flop down next to Lambo who is doing his best to make the coin disappear.

 

“Fratello! Fratello! Did you see!? Did you know that Dame-Tsuna can do magic!?”

 

Still Dame-Tsuna though. Poor bro. One day that terrible nickname will be forgotten.

 

“I did. It’s really cool right?”

 

He nods frantically making a few bits and bobs that he has stashed in his hair come tumbling to the floor. It’s nothing explosive so it should be fine.

 

“He’s teaching me how to do magic too! Do you know how Fratello? Could you show me?”

 

“Nah, I don’t know how and Tsuna had to practice for a very long time before he got as good as he is.”

 

“Then Lambo-san will practice too!”

 

“That’s the spirit.”

 

I don’t have the opportunity to say anything else because Tsuna comes barreling back into the room and LAUNCHES HIMSELF AT ME. I don’t even have time to brace myself before my entire brother slams into me knocking all the air out of my lungs.

 

“Wehavetogonow!”

 

“What?” I manage to croak.

 

“Go. Now. We. Us. Go now!”

 

He’s slowed it down a bit but he still isn’t really making any sense. And the manic intensity that he is directing at me is doing nothing to settle my still frazzled nerves.

 

“Once more with verbs please!” I snap and kick him off of me so that I can reacquaint myself with sweet oxygen.

 

It turns out that this wasn’t my best plan as Tsuna just takes this opportunity to grab me by the arms and start dragging me out of the room toward the stairs. The peppy bugle horn that I have come to associate with my brother is blasting out the ‘Get the fuck up and get ready for combat’ tune.

 

“Dame-Tsuna, clam down and explain,” Reborn demands as he jumps up onto Tsuna’s shoulder and smacks him across the head.

 

This seems to snap him out of his manic state. He drops my arms and my head thunks against the floor.

 

Ow.

 

“Kyoko,” he says. “Kyoko-chan was on the phone.”

 

“Is she alright?” Reborn asks seriously.

 

“Date.”

 

“Huh?” We all say as a family as we stare at him.

 

“Kyoko-chan asked me on a date!!” He crows happily.

 

Bro-bro is adorable when he’s excited.

 

“What, like, right now?”

 

“Yes right now!” He snaps. “She’s already waiting for me at the cafe.”

 

I shoot a look at Reborn.

 

“Is it okay for us to go out right now?”

 

Tsuna’s face falls and he shoots some very pathetic puppy dog eyes at both of us.

 

I’m not entirely sure, but I’m pretty sure we are still on high alert because of the whole ‘assassins want to kill Vongola Decimo’ thing. I know the bounty was retracted an all, but still, better safe than sorry. Even Hayato and Takeshi needed to be escorted here and back yesterday so there is probably still a present danger.

 

“It should be fine.” Reborn says after a moment of careful consideration.

 

“YES!” Tsuna exclaims and starts rushing up the stairs.

 

“Just as long as I go along as a chaperone.” He finishes with a gremlin like smile.

 

“Guh-What would a baby know about being a chaperone anyway?” Tsuna pouts.

 

And yikes I see that twitch of irritation at the corner of Reborn’s eye.

 

“More than you know about dating Dame-Tsuna.” He replies darkly. “Now go put something respectable on, it’s impolite to keep a lady waiting.”

 

Tsuna rushes up stairs apparently he doesn’t want to risk angering the over lord any further.

 

“Well, you guys should have fun.” I say as I head back into the living room. “Let me know how it goes.”

 

“YOU’RE COMING TOO!” Tsuna hollers down.

 

“What? Why? I don’t think you need to take your twin on dates with you.”

 

“KYOKO-CHAN TOLD ME TO BRING YOU!”

 

I’m not an expert, but I don’t think that’s how dates work.

 

“That’s not how dates work unless Kyoko is into some seriously kinky shit.”

 

Tsuna pokes his head around the corner and glares daggers at me.

 

“Just get ready.” And he throws a ball of clothes into my face.



This is definitely not how dates work.

 

We both sit stiff and straight as the server puts down lovely cake slices and lates with adorable foam pandas in them. Across from us is Kyoko, with her trademark serene smile on her face. She’s happily munching away on her own order called ‘death by chocolate’ which I believe wholeheartedly just by looking at it.

 

And then there is Hana who is dressed to the nines in a red and black power suit. Her arms crossed and glowering at all of us. I am half terrified that she is going to materialize a shotgun out of thin air and start shooting all of us.

 

“Hey Hana,” I finally greet after an agonizingly long beat of silence that no one seemed interested in breaking.

 

“I am so angry with you,” she grinds out between clenched teeth.

 

When she doesn’t follow that up with anything I decide to do the smart thing an keep my mouth shut until she’s good and ready to have at me.

 

A quick glance over at Tsuna tells me that he’s not going to be any help dealing with the ticking time bomb that is Hana. He is trapped in a state of love struck petrification as his eyes shift from Kyoko to Hana and back again. Its love struck because of Kyoko. Petrified because of Hana.

 

He’s been terrified of Hana ever since they met in that unfortunate ballet class years ago. I don’t know why the instructor always paired them up but she always did without fail. I think she had been hoping that some of Hana’s natural skill and grace would eventually rub off on Tsuna.

 

It never had, and eventually Hana had gotten so fed up with Tsuna stepping on her toes and tripping her up she had aggressively switched roles and costumes with him. Forcing him into a glittery tutu while she danced the role of the dashing knight. Things had gone much better for them dancing wise after that, but poor Tsuna had never quite gotten over being forced to wear a dress in public.

 

Right now Hana is glaring daggers at both of us and tapping her foot against the floor. She has, what her mom calls, her court face on. Which can only mean bad things for us.

 

I take a sip of my latte and try not to wince at the overpowering flavour of sugar. No, that isn’t going to do anything to calm my nerves. And I don’t know where Reborn disappeared off to, but wherever he’s hiding I’m sure he’s having a good laugh at our expense.

 

“Tsuna-kun do you want to try a bite of my cake?” Kyoko offers, breaking the silence again. She offers him a bite sized piece balanced on the end of her fork.

 

Any more of this and Tsuna’s eyes are going to transform into heart shapes. Don’t get me wrong this is super sweet and all and I am really happy for Tsuna that his dream girl is actually into him. But we are approaching critical levels of sweetness here. If this goes on any longer I’m going to start breaking out in hives.

 

“S-s-sure!” Tsuna stutters out in his strangled chicken voice.

 

And he leans over and eats the piece of cake off her fork.

 

I wonder if he realizes that this is essentially an indirect kiss? Probably not. If he had he would be squealing right now public setting or no.

 

However, judging by the cat-that-got-the-canary smile on Kyoko’s face she knows exactly what she’s doing. I’ve got to hand it to her for just going for things the way she does. Gangsters hurt her brother? She goes to fuck them up right back. Cute boys she likes? She spoon feeds him cake and wraps him around her little finger. There are people out there, lots of people, who are older and wiser who aren’t able to approach romantic shit with even a smidge of the confidence that Kyoko Sasagawa has. Girl has nerves of fucking steel.

 

“Tasty?”

 

“Y-yes!”

 

She giggles and reaches across the table to wipe away a lingering smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth and bring it back to her-

 

HOLY SHIT WHY AM I HERE!?

 

I do not need to be in such close proximity to these date like activities! This is extremely uncomfortable now. I mean, kudos to Tsuna. But I really don’t need this much visual evidence burgeoning romantic intentions. I make a show of looking away from the two of them and focus on the cutesy pictures on the wall.

 

Hana loudly clears her throat and I turn my attention back to the table.

 

“Okay, gross, enough. Kyoko don’t you remember why we’re here?”

 

“Oh, right, silly me,” Kyoko finishes licking the chocolate off of her thumb and straightens up in her seat, folding her hands on the table in front of her.”

 

“Tsuna-kun, Inari-kun, I believe that the two of you owe us an explanation.”

 

“Explanation?” Tsuna repeats dreamily as he continues to stare at Kyoko.

 

“Yes Sawada, an explanation and for your sake it better be a good explanation or I will be very unhappy with you.” Hana threatens and Tsuna ‘eeps.’

 

She means what happened at the school I assume. Kyoko had said that me and Tsuna would explain everything to her later after all.

 

I’m suddenly very glad that I’m wearing long sleeves right now. If Hana had a chance to spot my brand new (permanently scared on) body art, she would never had let us dally this long. She would have jumped right into demanding answers, loudly and aggressively.

 

At least this way our group has the pretext of being a completely normal double date.

 

“You mean why all the assassins right?” I say with all the open honesty that I can muster.

 

Tsuna jumps and starts flailing around making loud denials and drawing way to much attention to us. I slap a hand over his mouth to quiet him down, not breaking eye contact with Hana.

 

I’m going to tell her the truth. I am going to tell Hana the truth because she is one of my best and oldest friends. I am going to tell her the truth because she has already gotten herself caught up in this mess.

 

“Yes Inari, what the fuck?” her defensive posture melts away, but she is still giving me this intense and worried look. She wasn’t expecting that I would tell her so easily.

 

I am going to tell Kurokawa Hana the truth about this shit because she is the smartest person that I know and I need her.

 

And I am going to tell Kyoko the truth because she has already kicked some serious ass with us on two separate occasions. And benching the Angel of Vengeance with we’re playing on hard mode is just about the dumbest thing that we could possibly do.

 

“Inari,” Tsuna protests.

 

“Tsuna, they’re already involved. And chances are crazy shit is going to keep happening around here and keeping them in the dark isn’t going to do anything other than get them hurt. At this point its safer if they know what to keep a lookout for.”

 

Tsuna stares for a moment longer and then lets out a long quivering breath.

 

“For the record I hate this,” He says.

 

“We all hate this Sawada,” Hana snaps. “Now spill.”

 

I look at Tsuna. This first bit is all him after all.

 

“There were assassins here because a whole bunch of people in Italy couldn’t work their shit out and so they killed each other and now I’ve been nominated, against my will, to become the Vongola Decimo.” He intones flatly.

 

“Vongola?” Kyoko asks.

 

“I know that name,” Hana says with a frown.

 

“Vongola is supposedly the biggest and most powerful Mafia Family in the world.”

 

They both stare blankly at Tsuna before Hana finally blurts out:

 

“And they chose YOU to run it?” her voice is thick with disbelief.

 

“That’s what I said!” Tsuna exclaims.

 

“I’m sure you’ll be a great boss Tsuna-kun,” Kyoko says encouragingly.

 

“Kyoko-chan, I can’t walk down a flight of stairs without falling on my face. I am routinely chased around the neighbourhood by a chihuahua that I am terrified of. I have never been in charge of something in my life. I have no leadership qualities!”

 

She reaches out and takes his hand in hers.

 

“I think your selling yourself a little short Tsuna-kun.”

 

He calms down almost immediately and looks at their intertwined fingers.

 

“Remember the motto of Mr. Monkey?” She asks with a soft smile. “You never know until you try.”

 

And I watch somewhat mesmerized as orange and yellow wisps dance around each other across their hands.

 

“Sorry to interrupt this adorable moment,” Hana cuts back in. “But when did you two find out about all of this mafia stuff?”

 

I have to do some quick mental math because Tsuna is incapable of answering at this moment. A lot has happened in a relatively short amount of time.

 

“Seven weeks ago? Give or take a couple days.”

 

“Seven weeks? And it took assassins this long to get here? They must not be the brightest bunch then.”

 

Tsuna shakes his head snapping back to himself, “They aren’t only here because of the Vongola Decimo thing. Well, they are, but it mostly because some lady in Italy put a bounty of a hundred million on the head of Vongola Decimo.”

 

Hana chalks on air when she hears the amount, “What lady?! Who the hell has that kind of money?!”

 

“Her name is Cassandra Della Rosa,” I tell her.

 

“...The model?” She asks.

 

And...what?

 

We all stare at Hana.

 

I honestly hadn’t been expecting a response to that. I hadn’t known who the hell Cassandra Della Rosa was other than what Reborn had told us about her. She’s a model? Is she a model? Or is it just that she shares the same name with an Italian model?

 

“She’s a model?” Tsuna asks me quizzically.

 

“I... don’t know?”

 

“Honestly, why don’t any of you follow celebrity news?” Hana huffs in exasperation and slides out of the booth. She heads back over to the waiting area and starts rummaging around in the magazine rack. She grabs several, seemingly at random before straightening and coming back to our table.

 

A woman in the waiting area attempts to stop her from taking them but immediately backs off when Hana literally growls at her.

 

Nothing gets between Hana and her trash magazines.

 

She returns to our booth and slams down the small stack of magazines and starts thumbing through the first one. When she finds the page she’s looking for she lays the whole thing down in the centre of the table for all of us to see.

 

Auburn hair, icy blue eyes.

 

She is beautiful, in an aristocratic kind of way.

 

And I hate her fucking guts.

 

“That,” Hana says pointing at the picture, “Is Cassandra Della Rosa.”

 

“She was the sole heir to the Della Rosa fortune and when her father passed away seven years ago she inherited everything. Including a mansion in Milan where she lives. She probably didn’t have to work another day in her life but she kept modelling and eventually started her own fashion line.”

 

Hana grabs the second magazine and starts flipping through it. She stops on another page and lays it down so we can all see. This one is from one of those paparazzi rags.

 

The Cassandra in this photo looks nothing like the last. She looks destroyed.

 

Whoever took this photo probably has a special place in hell reserved for them.

 

She is doubled over on herself clutching at her midsection and sobbing. Her eyes are bloodshot and red rimmed.

 

There is a heading and an article attached to it:

 

Cassandra’s Heartbreak

 

“She was almost constantly in the public eye, that is until sixteen months ago when her fiancé died in a tragic accident. And about a week later she had a miscarriage. It was all really sad and after that she kind of just faded out of the public eye.”

 

Please don’t make me feel bad for her.

 

Fuck I feel bad for her.

 

What the hell had the Vongola done to her?

 

Hana lays down yet another magazine. Its another paparazzi snap shot of Cassandra. She’s dressed to kill in this one. Black on black. Her hair pulled back in an intricate braided twist. And six inch stiletto heels.

 

She is also flanked by two dozen suits with a familiar emblem on their lapels.

 

“There are reports that she got very paranoid after that. She stoped seeing her friends, hired a private security force and had some military grade security features installed in and around her manor. I think a photographer was electrocuted to death when he tried to break in to get some photos.”

 

She stops for a moment while she thinks something over.

 

“Then about three months ago there were some news reports that she had gone missing while on a trip to Naples.”

 

She shuffles through the fourth an final magazine and sets it down on the table. Its a grainy unfocused image of a window in the manor house.

 

“Apparently she turned up again about eight weeks ago but she hasn’t left the manor grounds. I don’t get why she would have it out for you two in particular though?”

 

She, Tsuna and Kyoko start going around talking it out. But I am focused on this last photo. Because there is something off in it. Something that shouldn’t be there. She is looking straight at the camera from the window an unsettling smile stretching across her face warping it into something terrifying and ugly.

 

That’s not what I’m focused on through. I’m focused on the figure standing behind her.

 

A young man. Tall and pale with a very distinctive hair style.

 

Fuck.

 

There is no doubt in my mind that that is Rokudo Mukuro standing there. I have no fucking clue why he’s standing there. What’s the connection?

 

Why does he seem so much more dangerous than he was supposed to be?

 

What the hell happened in Naples?

 

“You have quite the knack for research don’t you Hana?” Reborn says and he descends from a light fixture in the ceiling.

 

He wanders around the magazines laid out across the table. “This is an amazingly comprehensive timeline considering you only had magazines and fifteen minutes.”

 

Reborn actually sounds impressed.

 

“Good afternoon Reborn-chan.” Kyoko greets.

 

He nods at her but continues to examine the one article.

 

“Reborn did you know about her already?” Tsuna demands.

 

“Some, but not all of it,” He replies distractedly. “I lost track of her after Federico’s funeral. And then I was busy training Dame-Dino and by that time the Vongola had mostly lost interest in her.” He drops the magazine back onto the pile. “Apparently your newest Family member has better information synthesizing skills than Vongola’s best agents.”

 

He loos at Hana, and I’m sure he was going to be all polite and stuff and introduce himself to her. But he doesn’t get a chance. The second he fixes his gaze on Hana she screams blue bloody murder and bolts out of the booth and out the door of the cafe like a bat out of hell.

 

“Oh dear,” Kyoko signs and starts gathering up all their things before sliding out of the booth herself. “Please forgive her Reborn-chan, Hana has a bit of a phobia.”

 

And then she leaves to chase after our fleeing friend.

 

“Crippling infantaphobia,” I clarify as I tear the picture of Cassandra and Mukuro out of the magazine.

 

“She really hates babies,” Tsuna further reduces, and earns himself a withering glare for his trouble.

 

“Go settle the bill Dame-Tsuna,” He orders. “We have a schedule to keep.”

 

“What!? Why me!?” He protests.

 

“Because it was your ‘date’ Bro-Bro, now go do the manly thing and foot the bill.”

 

He goes, but he grumbles the whole way.

 

“So, where to now overlord?” I ask.

 

“I told you yesterday, Dame-Dino is going to help me whip you kids into shape.”

 

I wonder if he means with his actual literal whip.



No sooner do we leave the cafe, then a fleet of fancy fucking cars pulls up in front of us. These Cavallone boys aren’t really that great with the whole subtlety things are they?

 

Dino himself steps out of the passenger side of a van with blacked out windows. His hair falls in perfect golden waves and his stupid perfect face is still way to pretty to be real. I can’t help but stare as he waves and saunters over to us.

 

And then he trips on a crack in the sidewalk and falls flat on his ass and I remember that Dino is also a doofus. And all is right in the universe again.

 

“Dino-san are you alright?” Tsuna panics and rushes over to help out his boss-sempai.

 

I huff a laugh and follow after him.

 

Reborn hops up onto Dino’s head with a little more aggression than is probably called for.

 

“Ow, Reborn, do you always have to be so rough?” Dino whines.

 

“With you lot, yes.”

 

Dino sighs and pulls himself back up.

 

“Yes, we’re ready to go. We were just waiting for our guests of honour.”

 

He winks at us.

 

And then the door of the van rolls open and I suddenly feel much less certain about the universe as a whole.

 

Because Takeshi and Hayato are bound, gagged and blindfolded on the floor of the van.

 

I make a frantic grab for Tsuna. We can still get away. There is obviously something very, very wrong here, but we can still get away.

 

And then my arms are pinned behind my back and bound together as a piece of cloth is tied tightly around my eyes and another is shoved into my mouth. I am shoved roughly forward and I tumble into the van right into a body that I immediately recognize as Takeshi.

 

What the fuck!

 

“Don’t worry kiddos, big brother Dino is going to take good care of you.”

 

Yeah, fuck you too Doll-Face.

Chapter Text

Want to know a fun fact about me? I don’t generally enjoy being immobilized. It’s not my favourite thing in the world, but hey, if it happens it happens and I can usually talk my way around whatever panic attack is surely incoming.

 

What I really cant deal with is not being able to move or speak. Lets chalk it up to childhood trauma which will never be spoken of. Too many bad memories that I would rather leave buried in the deepest pits of hell where they belong.

 

Before panic really starts to set in, in this moment I have to remind myself: ‘You can still move. Nothing is broken. It’s just rope and they were too stupid to tie your legs together. Now get your shit together you fucking moron. You have to ‘rescue’ Tsuna.’

 

Easier said than done.

 

But it does help that I can feel Takeshi against my back and my legs and Hayato’s have become tangled as I was unceremoniously thrown on top of them.

 

There is no way that Dino could have known the extremely specific ways in which this was fucking me up. There was absolutely no way he could know that he just went and stomped on the big red button labeled ‘DON’T!’

 

I don’t even think Reborn knows about it.

 

And I don’t know if that means that Iemitsu cares or that he really fucking doesn’t. I don’t really give a shit either way (lie). Part of me kinda hopes that he doesn’t know at all.

 

The Vongola kept him busy.

 

He hadn’t thought to ask.

 

...

 

Fuck this. I need to get out of this shit before I start getting all depressingly introspective and meander down memory lane.

 

So Doll-Face hit the big red button.

 

Of course you realize that this means war.

 

I do have to hand it to him for managing to pull a fast one on us. Seriously, I hadn’t seen this coming. Though I should have considering Reborn had straight up told us that we would be doing some ‘training’ with Dino and his boys.

 

But still, props for the ambush, metaphorical slow claps all around.

 

And incase I am not entirely clear; yes I am incredibly pissed off right now. Being treated like a shitty piece of luggage doesn’t rank high on the list of things that do it for me. And while I do appreciate the fact that Takeshi and Hayato are at least in the same boat as me (this would be a million times worse right now if they weren’t) they could have at least had the courtesy to throw Tsuna back here with the rest of us.

 

As it stands right now the three of us can’t do much more than an extremely abstract rendition of the three stooges.

 

So yes, Doll-Face, you’re going to get it.

 

Just as soon as I get myself out of this shit and rescue our reluctant boss.

 

There really isn’t much room to maneuver in here. But hey, I am a relentlessly determined idiot. Logical, spatial constraints mean nothing to me.

 

It takes a bit of doing. A lot of muffled exclamations, accidentally kicking Hayato in the stomach, and half flipping myself into Takeshi’s lap. But I finally manage to pull my legs through the bound loop of my arms to right myself. I can’t do much about untying them right now, however, I can rip the gag out of my mouth and the blindfold off of my eyes.

 

HA! Take that!

 

It is still unbelievably dark in the back of this van though. I guess the last thing you want to install in your creepy kidnapping van is windows. That would probably be a little bit awkward. As it stands the only source of light that we have is coming through the small crack at the bottom of the sliding door.

 

Not particularly helpful, but at least I can sort of make out Takeshi and Hayato now.

 

It doesn’t take much extra effort to reach up from my reclined position on his lap to remove the gag from Takeshi’s mouth and pull the blindfold down from his eyes.

 

“You okay man?” I ask him.

 

He has to blink a few times to clear his vision and focus in the extremely dim light.

 

“I don’t like these guys very much,” He says with an uncharacteristic grimace.

 

There is a bruise blooming on the side of his face, where I assume that one of Dino’s minions got in a lucky shot. I really hope that Yamamoto-san didn’t notice his son getting cold-clocked and kidnapped. If he did we might have an entirely different issue on our hands.

 

One with a very sharp sword who will kill anyone who dares to lay a hand on his baby.

 

“Looks like they roughed you up a bit there dude.”

 

“A bit,” he grins a bit then. “I’ll get him back.”

 

Hayato takes this moment to kick out at he and let out an extremely indignant muffled curse. Which I am interpreting to mean, ‘get this shit off of me you dumb fuck!’

 

Which is fair. I assume he wants to be included in this first meeting of the kidnapped club.

 

It takes a moment to rock myself up so I can pull the gag out of his mouth and push the blindfold up off of his face.

 

“I’LL FUCKING KILL’EM!” He explodes, and I am immediately blown back into Takeshi by the force of his rage.

 

Takeshi exhales harshly as the back of my head slams into his abdomen. And then all three of us go slamming into the interior wall when whatever idiot driving takes a turn way to fucking hard.

 

“Get off of me,” I grind out as I am now at the bottom of a human pile. “You fuckers are heavy.”

 

They are in the process of wiggling off of me when the driver takes another hard turn and we all go careening into the opposite wall. At least I’m on top this time.

 

Still this is getting ridiculous.

 

“LEARN HOW TO DRIVE DICKHEAD!” I holler and bang my bound fists against the cold metal of the interior.

 

“I hate these guys,” I can hear the manic edge in Hayato’s voice. “I. Hate. Them.”

 

“Where’s Tsuna?” Takeshi interrupts.

 

Of course this derails Hayato’s rant completely.

 

“Tsuna-sama? TSUNA-SAMA!?”

 

He somehow manages to work up the strength of ten men and throws us off of him (amazingly without the use of his arms) and starts frantically looking around for Tsuna. That is some dedication there.

 

“Calm down dumbass Tsuna isn’t here. He somehow managed to escape this terrible slapstick routine.”

 

“Where is he then!?”

 

“Hostage seat of honour I assume,” I say with more composure than I feel. “Right up front with the enemy boss.”

 

“AND YOU JUST LET THEM TAKE HIM!” Hayato demands.

 

“FUCK YOU I DIDN’T REALLY GET AN OPPORTUNITY TO RAISE OBJECTIONS!” I scream back at him, my momentary composure broken.

 

“Hey now, calm down guys,” Takeshi cuts in an attempt to deescalate this stupidity.

 

I catch a quick flash of blue before it quickly burns out.

 

I take a breath, and another, “Okay, yeah, okay.” I look over at Hayato and continue, “sorry dude.”

 

He grumbles a moment before echoing the apology.

 

“I know you wouldn’t have let them grab the boss if there was something you could have done about it.” He says while uncomfortably averting his gaze.

 

The words are accompanied by the brief turbulent stirring of piano keys, and I spend a moments staring at him. Poor guy, he has absolutely no idea how to express concern. But it seems like we are on the same page here.

 

“Yeah, and you guys will watch him if I can’t alright?” I fire back at him, at them both really.

 

“But for right now we need to get him back so lets do a brief review of our current situation.” I stop to clear my throat for dramatic effect, “So, bad news we’ve been kidnapped and our boss has been taken hostage. Good news, this is all an elaborate training exercise concocted by a pretty moron and as far as I know we aren’t in any real danger.”

 

“Are you still on that ‘pretty’ thing?” Hayato interrupts me.

 

I glower at him as best as I can in the dark.

 

Takeshi laughs, “If you think this is bad you should have heard the way he used to go on about Hibari.”

 

I freeze.

 

Turning slowly, I give him a completely mortified look.

 

“Traitor,” I hiss. “We do not speak of such terrible things.”

 

Hayato snickers, “you had a thing for that-“

 

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” I can feel my ears burning.

 

This is Takeshi’s vengeance for making him worry isn’t it. This is cruel and unusual punishment.

 

“He used to go on and on about it, ‘Takeshi he’s so pretty make it stop.’” He continues on like the jerk he is. Honestly and he thought that I wouldn’t care if he threw himself off of a building. Ass.

 

I shove my, still bound, hands against his mouth in a desperate attempt to make him S T O P.

 

“Lies! Treachery!” I shriek. “How dare you betray me like this!?”

 

Hayato continues to laugh uproariously at my suffering.

 

Takeshi lets himself fall back with a mirthful laugh of his own and I tumble on top of him with s miserable whine.

 

“Takeshiiiii~” I wail. “Why are you doing this to me?”

 

“Hm? What’s wrong? You’re always so funny when you get like this,” he teases.

 

I give up.

 

This must be karmic retribution for all of those times that I teased Tsuna about his debilitating crush on Kyoko. This is a little bit unfair though...

 

And factually untrue.

 

....now at least.

 

I lay my head on Takeshi’s chest and let Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum finish getting all their laughs out at my expense.

 

“So do you still-“ Hayato starts to say.

 

“N O.” I emphatically cut him off. “Hibari Kyoya is a cave troll with the conversational skills of a troglodyte. I much prefer our bond of mutual animosity. It's so much more gratifying to punch him in his stupid face.”

 

I can feel the ‘you have issues’ look that they are both levelling at me.

 

“Anyway moving on to something that is actually important. Didn’t you guys hear that bit about our boss being in enemy hands... more so than we are now I mean.”

 

Thankfully, this seems to sober up the giggling idiots.

 

“Fuck,” Hayato intones.

 

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not like actual assassins or something again, because this this is like a pre-planned training exercise and all, but still-“

 

“It’s s matter of pride right?” Takeshi finishes for me.

 

“Vongola pride,” Hayato continues.

 

I make a face. I’m feeling a little bit ambivalent about the Vongola right now. I’ve come to the realization that once Tsuna takes over we are probably going to have to do a thorough cleaning of house (but that’s still years away now).

 

“Pride as the Namimori Neighbourhood Watch at the very least. I mean we can’t very well abide our citizens being taken off the streets.”

 

The driver hits a particular rough bump in the road and me and Takeshi are flung on top of Hayato.

 

“At this point I don’t care what the fuck we call ourselves,” Hayato wheezes. “Please tell me I can shove a stick of dynamiters this fucker’s ass.”

 

....

 

“Do you HAVE dynamite?” Takeshi asks with wary curiosity.

 

I’ll admit, I am also suddenly extremely interested in the answer to this question. How much dynamite are we in this small inclosed space with? And also if it’s any number higher than ‘one’ where the hell is he keeping it?

 

“Do I have dynamite?” Hayato scoffs, “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to? I ALWAYS have dynamite.”

 

He pauses to pull one of his arms free from the dog pile and and pulls out a small capsule looking thing of indeterminate colour.

 

“I have fucking nitro too,” he finishes, grinning like a lunatic.

 

In an instant me and Takeshi fly off of him and scurry over to the opposite side of the van. Not that it would do us any good if anything were to actually, you know, explode. But it makes me feel a little bit better.

 

Hayato should come with one of those warning labels that you find on chemical bottle. The one that literally means ‘Warning this thing can go KA-BOOM at any moment.’

 

“Kay, cool,” I say nervously and turn to Takeshi. “I don’t suppose you have a bat or some thing sharp and pointy hidden away on you?”

 

“If I did I’m sure you would have noticed by now.”

 

“Fair point.”

 

But it never hurts to ask. Stranger things have happened, and it is entirely possible that Takeshi could have access to his own hammer-space. I mean Hayato is apparently armed to the teeth with explosive materials and neither of us noticed that.

 

“And stupid me I didn’t think to bring my ray gun when I went to tag along on my brothers date.”

 

I should have. I thought about it. And then I realized that I would somehow have to think of a way to conceal it and if it was spotted I would have to come up with an non-threatening explanation about why I was traveling around with a very gun shaped object.

 

I’m pretty sure the actual explanation wont prevent the police from arresting me either.

 

“Okay, fuck it, we can work with this.” I don’t know how, but I have faith that we can figure it out. “Also, where the fuck are they taking us? We’ve been driving forever.”

 

“You don’t recognize the route?” Takeshi asks.

 

“Nooooo? Dude I’m not a homing pigeon.”

 

“We’re on the mountain road.”

 

“Oh...” there are all those traumatic summer camp memories coming flashing back. “We can work with this.”

 



 

Tsuna looks so very done with all of this.

 

He also looks like he’s about to go into cardiac arrest.

 

I’m glad that he looks like anything at all to be honest.

 

It had occurred to me as the van started pulling to a stop that Dino could very well be possessed or in league with our mysterious enemy, and we could very well be driving to our elaborately plotted execution. That would have sucked.

 

But, no, if Tsuna was in any real danger I would have known it. I would have felt it. And moreover Reborn was with him. If I can trust nothing else I can trust that Reborn will look after my brother if I can’t.

 

The man himself looks completely unbothered by the whole situation. He is sitting perched on Dino’s shoulder with a smug smile on his face.

 

Doll-Face himself has Tsuna tucked snuggly under his arm and is grinning at the rest of us.

 

“So kids,” he starts. “Your precious boss has been captured. What are you going to do about it?”

 

Hayato twitches violently beside me. Takeshi covertly grips his ankle so not to blow their cover. We can’t have them know that we’re all untied after all.

 

Yeah, plan A probably would have worked better if I had any impulse control at all. Because the mention of Tsuna being in need of rescue combined with all the irritation that I am already feeling kind of all bubble over and I just feel...

 

Mean.

 

Sorry boys, we’re doing it live.

 

“Hey there Doll-Face, don’t you know it’s bad bedroom etiquette to tie a guy up and leave him hanging.” I pull my self up to my not so impressive heights and let the ropes fall to the floor. I grin lazily at him as I hop down out of the van.

 

“The least you could have done is left me with a safe word.”

 

Poor innocent Tsuna looks so confused by the words coming out of my mouth. Not so innocent Dino turns so red that it looks like his face is glowing. And he starts spazzing out so hard. It is glorious.

 

In fact all the Cavallone boys look a little red in the face and off balance. I guess I rolled a critical success on my intimidation check using nothing by bondage innuendo.

 

Who needs guns? I have words.

 

I also have an idiot wearing bandoleers of dynamite under his clothing, and another idiot with a pitching speed of 95mph who have better caught on to my new and revised plan and used my distraction wisely.

 

I lock eyes with Tsuna and do my best to convey to him (using our super special bond of twin-ness?) ‘when you get the chance; run like hell.’

 

The look he gives me back is completely deadpan and seems to say; ‘now what are you doing you fucking moron?’

 

He should know better by now. I’m doing what I do best.

 

Improvising.

 

I survey the group slowly doing a quick inventory. He brought at least two dozen minions with him. Doll-Face sure doesn’t pack light.

 

I wonder how many of them I can piss off at once?

 

Well, only one way to find out.

 

I saunter toward Dino, who is still stuttering and stammering awkwardly, and continue to speak.

 

“After all didn’t you say you were going to ‘take good care’ of us? I hope you have something more satisfying planed for round two.”

 

Dino chokes on air.

 

“How old are you?” He wheezes.

 

“We’ll be fourteen in a couple months,” I say with my best flirty smile.

 

“TOO YOUNG!” He shrieks and releases his hold on Tsuna to point a frantic and disapproving finger at me. “Way too young to be speaking about such things!”

 

Tsuna has apparently caught on that I am attacking our new teachers assistant with sexual innuendo and he is giving me this look of horrified fascination as he sinks down to the ground.

 

I make eye contact with Dino again and give him a wink, “Meh, not a problem for me Doll-Face.”

 

The smell of gun powder starts creeping into the clearing and I’m going to assume that means that the boys are almost ready to really get this party started.

 

Now to put on my finishing touches on this powder keg.

 

“Now why don’t you bust out that whip of yours and we’ll put on a nice show for your entourage.”

 

My smile turns all teeth and mean.

 

I look around at the Cavallone boys and consider... how far do I want to push this?

 

Fuck it.

 

All the way baby.

 

“Things must get really awkward in the bedroom considering your ‘coordination’ issues. Tell me Sweetheart; how many of them need to watch for you to get off?

 

Silence.

 

And I mean dead fucking silence.

 

Even the surrounding ambient sounds of nature go quiet.

 

Dino himself has completely stopped breathing and has turned the most fascinating shade of purple. He looks absolutely mortified.

 

I’m not sure what the expression on my own face looks like, but judging by the way that Reborn is staring at me it is not nice.

 

And then all at once the surrounding Cavallone hoard goes into a rage.

 

Attacking a mafia boss’s sexual prowess in front of his loyal followers probably isn’t the smartest thing I have ever done in my life, but it works so well.

 

Romario, who was at his bosses back, lunges at me with a fist raised, “Why you disrespectful little-“

 

He doesn’t get far. None of them do. I guess they didn’t get the message:

 

This is our surprise round.

 

I will say though, even I wasn’t expecting Tsuna to spring back up off the ground and slam a clog of dirt into Romario’s face. Good show Bro-Bro.

 

Then the explosions start and everyone starts screaming for an entirely different reason. There is a mass panic as detonations happen behind them, in front of them, left and right. As the chaos descends Tsuna charges forward and grabs me and together we book it into the tree line.

 

Off ahead of us I can just barely make out Takeshi and Hayato darting through the periphery. A duet of ringing bells and the hammering of ivory keys that reverberate around them.

 

The ground quakes as another round of explosions goes off. The two of us take this moment to duck behind a large tree while they finish off their barrage. Takeshi and Hayato actually make an effective team when they aren’t taking pot shots at each other about stupid shit. Right now they are bonded together in their mutual animosity toward the dumb fuckers who had dared to lay hands on OUR SKY.

 

“You’re insane!” Tsuna pants, “You’re all insane! Dino-niisan said it was a training exercise!”

 

“Bro, they kidnapped us,” I say flatly.

 

“Yes but-“

 

Explosion to the west. ‘

 

“And they took you away from us as a hostage.”

 

Another explosion goes off and someone lets out a loud Wilhelm scream.

 

“Yes but-“

 

“And they had us tied up and gagged and drove us out to the middle of nowhere where no one would hear us scream. And they totally expected us to get fucked.”

 

“...yes,” Tsuna relents.

 

The surrounding area starts filling with a dense smoke which is our signal to regroup with the guys and plot our escape.

 

“I still think that you guys went a little overboard.”

 

“Noted.”

 

I nudge Tsuna to the ground, and together we start crawling across the forest floor toward our wayward party members.

 

“On another topic,” I start conversationally (as I pointedly ignore the panicked screams in the background), “You should probably talk to Hayato about his terrifying lack of self preservation instincts.”

 

“This coming from you?!”

 

“I’m not the one who smokes like a chimney while wearing bandoleers of dynamite under his clothes.” I’m still not quite over the discovery that Hayato is quite literally a walking talking bomb.

 

Tsuna makes an unhappy strangled noise at that.

 

“Just let him know that we all love and care about him and don’t want to accidentally kill himself and everyone around him.”

 

Tsuna sighs, “I don’t think he’s ever had anyone take care of him before.”

 

“Yeah, well, now he has us so...”

 

“I’ll talk to him,” Tsuna says. “Once we get off of this mountain.”

 

“TSUNA-SAMA!” Hayato hollers as he charges toward us.

 

Ah, speak of the devil.

 

“Are you alright?! Did they touch you!? Did they hurt you!? I’ll fucking kill that horse idiot!!” Hayato has his hands all over Tsuna. Poking and prodding at him for any concealed injuries. All the while Tsuna yelps and squeals at the sudden invasion of his personal space bubble.

 

“GAH! Hayato-kun I’m fine, I’m fine. Calm down.” Tsuna says as he tries to escape the through pat down.

 

“Hey Tsuna,” Takeshi greets easily as he flops down next to me and reaches over to ruffle Tsuna’s hair.

 

“Get your hands off Tsuna-sama baseball idiot, “ Hayato immediately hisses at him. To which Takeshi’s only response is to do it more.

 

Tsuna looks around at all of us and glowers.

 

“You’re all crazy,” he informs us seriously.

 

Takeshi laughs and hooks his free arm around my shoulders, “that was all this guy.”

 

And then in a lower voice, “I think you might have broken Dino-san Inari.”

 

Yeah, I may have taken that a little bit too far. I still say they all deserved it though.

 

“Dame-Dino will be fine,” Reborn announces as he descends fro able and lands on Tsuna’s head. “Dame-Tsuna, you should praise you subordinates they went all out to ‘rescue’ you.”

 

There is a genuine smile of approval on his face as he looks at the three of us.

 

“Thanks,” Tsuna says somewhat begrudgingly.

 

“Did you enjoy the show,” I ask cheekily.

 

There is a microscopic spasm at the corner of this mouth before it smooths back int to his usual expression of amused neutrality. But I caught that. And I also caught that short brief trill of a violin before it is abruptly silenced. For a moment I stare at him a little stunned.

 

I’ve never heard Reborn before.

 

“You are a menace Monello,” he says. And then he addresses us as a group, “I did warn Dame-Dino that he shouldn’t take you boys lightly. Apparently he still needs some training himself.”

 

Tsuna turns pink and buries his face in his hands. Letting out a groan of embarrassment at mention of my earlier ‘performance.’

 

“I can’t believe you actually said that stuff to Dino-niisan.”

 

“I can’t believe you said it with as straight face,” Hayato chimes in.

 

“I have a gift,” I say smugly and preen.

 

“Mean,” Takeshi observes with a somewhat strained look.

 

I stick out my tongue at him, “Oh come on, he attacks with a whip. Doll-Face is lucky that I didn’t jump straight into jokes about doming and exhibitionism. And besides what the fuck else was I supposed to do? I’m kind of out of my weight class here .”

 

Tsuna peaks out from between his fingers and gives me a pained pleading look. “You shouldn’t say that kind of stuff in front of Reborn either, he’s smart but he’s still a baby.”

 

My brain runs smack into an error message as he says that. Does not compute. Does not compute. Because really? Still?

 

And then Hayato and Takeshi jump in with their own sheepish apologize about using vulgar language in front of small children. I just kid of stare at them in absolute incomprehension.

 

Really?

 

They all just readily accept this at face value. Yup, he’s a super strong and intelligent baby who works for the mafia. Nothing weird about that. Nope it is completely normal.

 

The fuck?

 

I just don’t get it.

 

All of his mannerisms and the way his speaks say ‘hey I am a grown adult.’ At least to me they do.

 

I glance at Reborn himself, and he is doing his very best to bore a hole in Tsuna’s head with his eyes.

 

It must be a curse thing. It must be. I’ve thought about it before and now I am almost positive that whatever the curse is, and whatever it does, it must do some crazy force power mind-wammy ‘these are not the droids you are looking for’ kind of thing. Otherwise people would be asking a lot more questions about this whole situation.

 

That is just so fucking depressing though.

 

And other than the surface level of irritation at being called a baby, yet again, Reborn looks completely resigned to it.

 

Fuck.

 

Gotta fix that.

 

... Somehow....

 

Unfortunately I remember jack shit about the Arcobaleno other than the whole ‘adults trapped as babies’ thing. And I know that Reborn is one of seven (I think?) and Verde is one too. But every time I try to think further everything explodes into pain and orange starbursts. The informations there. I know it is. I just need to find the right trigger to ‘unlock’ it.

 

I mean, I know Reborn is an adult, but I don’t even remember what he actually looks like...

 

Ow.

 

Ow. Ow. Ow!

 

Okay stopping that train of thought now. Before my brain actually melts out of my fucking ears.

 

Fine universe, keep your secrets. For now.

 

I snap myself out of my tangential train of thought to find Tsuna staring at me expectantly. What were we talking about again?

 

“So are we done now?” I ask as I desperately try to blink the spots and stars out of my vision. I think that almost made me black out.

 

“That’s no fun,” Takeshi says. “We just got here.”

 

“Not a chance,” Reborn fires back suddenly donning a referee outfit. “We’re just going to increase the difficulty. Capture the flag - Mafia Style.”

 

“Meaning?” Tsuna asks suspiciously.

 

Reborn gives him a gleefully vindictive look.

 

“Capture the boss of course.”

 

Tsuna blanks.

 

“Are you going to be on our team kid?” Takeshi asks.

 

Tsuna and Hayato immediately perk up at the thought.

 

“If Reborn is on our team there’s no way we can loose,” Hayato cheers prematurely.

 

Apparently none of them realize what the ref costume means.

 

“I’m not on anyone’s team. I’m the referee,” he answers with a smirk.

 

See?

 

“But they outnumber us!” Tsuna immediately protests.

 

“You’ll just have to use your heads Dame-Tsuna.”

 

“But - But -But!”

 

“And don’t think that you can count on a deathperation bullet. This time I want to see what you can do on your own.”

 

“BUT!!”

 

“And if I catch you slacking there will be hell to pay.”

 

“HIEEEEEEE!”

 

And with that Reborn shoots up a grappling hook and disappears into the canopy above.

 

Tsuna just lets out a long whine. I reach over and clap him on the shoulder as a show of moral support.

 

“Chill bro, they might have the numbers but we have the home field advantage.”

 

“Home field- We’re on a mountain!” He exclaims petulantly.

 

“Exactly, we’re on Namimori mountain,” I turn to Takeshi with a grin. “Do you think any of the old rope traps will still be up by the ravine?”

 

He grins back, “Probably, we made a lot of them back then.”

 

Hayato and Tsuna look between us somewhat concerned.

 

“Rope traps?”

 

“You’ll see,” I promise him.

 

“I’m not sure I want to.”

 

“Relax guys,” I say with a hopefully unthreatening smile. “Nothing to worry about. You're with two survivors of the Little Explorers Summer Camp.”

 

If possible Tsuna and Hayato look even more nervous than they had before.

 

“Survivors?” Hayato asks as Reborn blows a whistle somewhere above our heads.

 

I assume to signal the resumption of conflict.

 

“You had to have been there dude.”

 

And the four of us take off running into the woods, with the Cavallone hoard hot on our heels.

 



 

Two years ago me and Takeshi had spent a particularly hellish summer break running around in the woods with twelve other boys between the ages of nine and twelve with a dubiously sane camp counsellor who had promised fun and adventure as we learned the basics of outdoors survival.

 

No one will ever believe what actually happened that summer.

 

We had made a solemn oath to never ever tell our parents what happened at camp on, because of how badly they would have freaked out if they had known how much danger we had been in.

 

We are both the kids of single parents who can be terrifyingly overprotective if the situation strikes.

 

...

 

One kid with a bowl cut had saved my life by wrestling a bear. I don’t even remember him being part of the camp. I think that kid was just deliberately there to fight a bear. I actually think he was pissed off at me for getting in the way of his quarry.

 

...

 

There had also been this red haired kid with glasses who had been smart as fuck. His parents had signed him up for outdoors camp instead of space camp and he had complained from the get go about how he was going to die in the forest. And that was before the counsellor had gone batshit and started trying to sacrifice us all to to his pagan god.

 

Yes, I agree that was really fucking crazy.

 

Anyway, Red had been crazy good at engineering shit, and he had designed all these crazy traps that we had placed all around the forest in hopes of capturing the mad man hunting us.

 

I still don’t know what happened to that guy.

 

Might have to look into that someday.

 

The point is, yes, a lot of those traps were still in place and thanks to some sort of engineering miracle they are still functional.

 

Unfortunately, they were also designed to subdue one raving lunatic not like thirty at once. But it was still worth it to see the looks on their faces as half a dozen professional mobsters go flying into the trees thanks to a trap that had been designed by a ten year old.

 

Red, wherever you are, I salute you and thank you for your contribution to this glorious chaos.

 

Takeshi leads another half dozen of them up the slope of the ravine before kicking over the trigger that lets loose forty logs that are still somehow suspended in the trees, and sends them barrelling down the hill. He dives out of the way with a peel of laughter.

 

“This sure brings back memories right?” he calls over to me.

 

“Yup, all those good times with the threat of imminent death and constant terror.” I yell back at him.

 

Tsuna and Hayato are perched in a tree and are staring at us owlishly. As Dino and his boys rush around to make sure everyone is still alive. They should be fine.

 

As Doll-Face himself passes under the tree they’re camped out in they leap down and catch him in the large rope net. They cheer, but this is about as good as it gets. As I said before, this really wasn’t designed with an army in mind. Dino’s men who haven’t been run over or snared immediately jump on both of them and thus begins an all out brawl.

 

Above us Reborn settles in for the show with a pair of green binoculars.

 



 

The next six hours play out like something out of a Hollywood war film, complete with fantastic explosions and overemotional dialogue. That last bit was usually reserved for when we rescued Tsuna from the Cavallone prison.

 

It happens a lot.

 

And every time we have to come up with a new crazier plot to free him. Because Dino’s boys aren’t dumb. They are a hell of a lot of fun to rile up but they are not as stupid as I thought they were.

 

They are also going easy on us which I find vaguely irritating. But I also don’t really want thirty odd professional mobsters going all out on us. I do remember that the Cavallone Family is one of the more powerful Families that Vongola is allied with.

 

It would suck to loose them as allies for Tsuna.

 

I haven’t seen any of them bust out magic fire yet. I’m guessing at least a few of them must be Dying Will Flame adept. I doubt Reborn would have abided anything less, he had trained Dino for a year after all, I doubt he would have left his student with sub-par guardians.

 

Me and Takeshi have pretty much worn out our advantage at this point. It was fun while it lasted and it managed to get our team a couple points, but they had overtaken us easily once they had gotten used to the terrain.

 

Now they are ahead on the scoreboard.

 

Here is how the game works, according to Reborn’s recently invented rules:

 

Two points every time the boss is captured.

 

One point every time he is taken back.

 

Its 12 - 8 now in favour of team Cavallone.

 

I’m in the middle of trying to come up with some clever way of snatching Dino out from under their noses when the man himself snaps me up from behind with his whip.

 

It’s always nice when prey comes to you.

 

...

 

Fuck, I’m starting to think like Hibari. That’s disgusting.

 

“Feeling frisky Doll-Face,” I taunt and lean back into him. “I’m down to party if you are.”

 

I can’t entirely repress my snicker as he completely freezes up. Honestly, how had this guy managed to become a mob boss? He’s so squishy.

 

“Illegal,” He panics to himself, “Very, very illegal.”

 

“So is kidnapping Sweetheart and that didn’t seem to stop you.”

 

“Gah! No! It’s not like that you have the wrong idea!”

 

“You had me tied up and thrown into a stereotypical child abduction van.” I say somewhat irritated. “How do I have the wrong idea?”

 

“I just wanted to impress my new little brother!” He protests.

 

“By kidnapping his actual brother!?” Yeah, I’m just pissed off now.

 

He startles a bit at this and I take my opportunity to hook my foot behind his ankles and pull his feet out from under him. I realize that in our current position I am going to fall do, but it will be oh so worth it.

 

We tumble down the slope in a high speed tangle of limbs and land hard at the bottom.

 

Or at least Dino does.

 

I land on top of him and somehow while we were rolling down the slope our positions had been reversed and now he is the one all tangled up in the whip.

 

“Well I’m all for a little role reversal.”

 

He squawks and violently starts wiggling until I am thrown off of him. He knocks the back of his head on an exposed tree route as he does this and his eyes start watering.

 

“Why do you keep doing that!?” He whines.

 

“Why do you keep falling for it dumbass?” I laugh.

 

His lip starts wobbling pathetically and I immediately feel terrible and horrified. Don’t cry! Please don’t fucking cry!

 

“I just wanted to be a good big brother for my new junior-apprentices!” He cries.

 

I puff my cheeks out petulantly as he says this, “...I thought that ‘little brother’ stuff was just for Tsuna?”

 

He sits bolt up so fast eyes bright and wide and manic.

 

“Ah! I see!” He exclaims.

 

“What?” I ask leaning away from the this obviously concussed idiot.

 

“You were jealous!”

 

I give him a flat look.

 

Jealous? He thinks I’m jealous?

 

Honestly, he is so painfully derpy and hopeful. No wonder his men are so protective of this goofball.

 

I hate it.

 

But he wants so badly to help Tsuna and get along with the rest of us that I can’t help but like him just a little. I’ll give him a break, but first we need to clear up this little jealousy misunderstanding of ours.

 

I pull myself up to my feet and take two strides back over to him and not so gently kick him back over into the dirt, planting my foot in the centre of his chest.

 

“Tell yourself whatever you like Doll-Face.” I tell him with a little more aggression than is probably warranted. “I am not jealous. But if it makes you feel better I’ll kill the innuendo and I’ll call you Dino-niichan and you can impart all your super special boss knowledge to Tsuna.”

 

He brightens up considerably. He also looks extremely unfocused which puts a check mark in the probable concussion column.

 

“But if you ever so much as think about betraying Tsuna or throwing me in to the child abduction mobile again the ENTIRE mafia is going to hear about you extremely kinky escapades, do I make myself clear.”

 

He doesn’t even have the grace to look properly intimidate. He just gives me an irritatingly cheesy smile and says, “you’re actually a nice kid aren’t you?”

 

He’s a goofball.

 

And still too fucking pretty. But I can work with this.

 

“Deal then.”

 

And with one swift motion I grab the end of the whip that is still wound around him and give it a strong tug, sending him spinning in mid air like a windup ballerina.

 

Once he lands he just kind of lays there in a daze.

 

“You really are a goofball.”

 

I have to smile a little bit now. He doesn’t look so pretty with his mouth open wide and drool dripping down his chin.

 

I would rather have Dino for an ally than an enemy anyway. Cavallone is a powerful Family, one with a longstanding relationship with Vongola. And when Tsuna takes over that bond will probably just get stronger.

 

And these guys are actually making an effort to help us out. They didn’t have to come here and patrol our town for assassins. They didn’t have to run this ridiculous training exercise with us.

 

But they are.

 

So, that means that I am going to have to make an effort to play nice with them.

 

I watch as Enzio wobbly crawls his way out of Dino’s jacket and starts to slowly stumble across the ground. Poor little guy. I didn’t realize that he was in there too. That was too much spin for such a small turtle.

 

“Yo, ‘nii-chan’ you might want to check on your little buddy there.”

 

No response other than a woozy little ‘wooo’ sound.

 

“Ho shit, did I actually break you this time?”

 

I reach over and prod his cheek and get nothing by drool in return. Honestly, he is like a big dumb golden retriever.

 

Which makes me feel even worse about poking fun at him earlier.

 

He’ll get over it.

 

I ruffle his hair in the same way I would Tsuna’s and look up into the canopy were Reborn is watching us intently.

 

“I think I broke him,” I inform him guilelessly.

 

He hops down from the tree and lands gracefully next to me. Observing Dino with a wan smile.

 

“I don’t think Dame-Dino is quite your speed Monello.”

 

I snort.

 

“No one is my speed dude, that’s half the fun.”

 

Reborn lets out a harsh bark of laughter and mutters something under his breath that I can’t entirely make out, but doesn’t argue with me.

 

Above us I hear explosions and shrieks and laughter. It sounds like things are getting more wild by the second. I also know that Tsuna has probably just about maxed out his stamina for the day. He has been lagging for at least an hour now.

 

“So did I win?”

 

“It doesn’t work like that.”

 

“Darn.”

 

“However,” He says as he circles Dino like a bird of prey. “It does mean that tomorrow Dame-Dino will be doing this wearing weights. He has obviously been slacking off on his training.”

 

I ruffle the fluffy blond hair again, “Better let him sleep then.”

 

Reborn makes a non-committal sound and then glances past me.

 

“You might want to wake him to deal with that though.”

 

That?

 

I turn and see Enzio.

 

Not so little Enzio anymore.

 

Not so little Enzio and growing bigger by the second.

 

Apparently, Enzio had wandered into the steam while we had been chatting.

 

And I had stupidly forgotten about this particular magic turtle feature.

 

“Ah... That might be a problem.”

 

Somewhere above us I hear Tsuna shriek, “HIEEEEE! WHY IS GODZILLA HERE?!!!”