A/N: Hey fanfiction world! For those of you who don't know me, you know now :D And for those who do, I am so goddamn sorry I am not updating possession. I had final terms (just ended. But I still have art. Screw THAT.) and I've hit a mindblock. So you may kill me now. Go ahead. TT _ TT I'm seriously regretting to even dare show my face here again after so long. As an apology, I have made this fic. I may not update this one very soon cuz I have other projects (possession!) so….just enjoy, kay?

Oh, and also review and send me your fics for inspiration please? Goddess knows I really need it. I'll review every one sent to me.

Disclaimer: Of course I own KHR-

Hibari: Herbivore. For infringement of copyright, I will bite you to death

Me: SHIT *runs*

Special thanks: beta: English-illiterate; and usagihunny (from deviantart)for the cover. Is it okay that I use it?

Chapter one

Start a fight, you won't win

Never mind, I don't care...

-What Lies Beneath by Breaking Benjamin

Guess me

Why did you have to leave? Why? Did you think I won't remember? Well, I do. I hate you.

Tsuna struggled awake long enough to slap a hand down onto his alarm clock. He remained where he was, floundering on the edge of 'awake' before getting pulled back into the dark ocean of sleep. Minutes later his phone blared an ear-shattering howl and he dragged himself off the bed, groaning in despair, to switch it off and get ready for school.

I hate Mondays.

He put the toast in his mouth and stepped into his shoes before grabbing his bag and running off, leaving the door unlocked. Namimori was the kind of town where everyone knew each other and grew up together and though he'd only been here six years he was considered part of the friendly community. Besides, he had nothing of importance or value in the house.

Tsuna threw his bag at his desk and sat down in his chair just as the bell rang. Mochida turned and whistled. "Almost late, huh, Sawada? You lucky bastard."

Tsuna scoffed. "You wish."

"Yea, but then who would I copy homework from?"

Tsuna took out the exercise book filled with messy formulas. "Oh come on. 'You already take my lunch money', " he lisped, eyes widening mockingly to take on a 'pitiful' look.

Mochida went red. "Ah hell! That was years ago!"

"You still tried to bully me, though." Tsuna pointed out.

"But I'm the one paying you protection money now." Mochida dropped his tone as they shifted a little onto the topics of gangs.

"We Sawadas hold a grudge," Tsuna announced rather pointlessly.

"I'll say." Mochida muttered, "considering you tell me that every damned day."

"Whatever," Tsuna shot back.

"So are you going to join Kendo?" Mochida asked, feigning nonchalance.

"I've been telling you no since I kicked your pathetic ass six years back."

"You did not 'kick my ass', asshole." The disgruntled teen protested, "besides, that Sasagawa dude has been trying to recruit you too. I can't let him!"

"That's Sasagawa senpai to you," said Tsuna, parodying their chemistry teacher's infamous line. "And haven't I made it clear that I'm in the Disciplinary Committee?!"

The other shuddered. "How you put up with that bloody Hibari guy I don't know."

"He's not that bad." Tsuna defended.

"You only say that because he invites you over for tea parties."

"They're strategic meetings!"

They both had to duck the chalk sent flying by the exasperated teacher and it sailed over their heads to smack into the classmate sleeping behind them. Takahashi woke up with a start, tried to jump up, and fell over backward with a painful thump. Tsuna and Mochida sniggered and the rest of the class joined in the laughter much to the dismay of the teacher.

After school, Tsuna popped into the Disciplinary Committee's room to tell Kyoya-kun his patrolling time and while he was at it, set their next duel's date. Then he retrieved his keys and made a trip down to the warehouse.

Whistling cheerfully, which completely spoiled the creepy and dark atmosphere of the vast, eerie place, Tsuna unlocked the steel doors and stepped in, flipping a light switch and swinging the massive doors shut once more with practised ease.

With a buzz, the lights flickered on one-by-one to reveal shelves and shelves of weapons. A library full of deadly, polished metal.

Tsuna wasn't lying when he said his house had nothing of value. The treasure was all stored here.

Tools of de...fense.

Tsuna smiled.

The assassin stood atop a building, shrouded by night, face masked in the dark shadows created by his hooded cloak. There was no need for proper a mask, he'd decided. He liked to live dangerously. It was healthy to feel the constant fear, the rush of anxiety that got everyone's heart pumping. He laughed.

Equipped with his favourite dagger, combat gloves and a single sniping rifle, he waited.

The quiet lull of the night coupled with the warm, soothing breeze did not last long.

The rattling, ear-deafening sound of guns ripped through the air, as well as screams and cries of pain and anger. And fear. The assassin grinned. That was quick. In no apparent hurry, he tilted his head to the side, assessing the situation by sound. Semi-automatic, he decided, all handguns. Geez, give a killer some fun, can't they? No variety at all, how boring. He hopped down to a lower roof to survey the scene.

Bodies littered the room floor, blood staining the carpet, which he eyed with distaste. Didn't they know how difficult it was to get rid of bloodstains? They were mafia for god's sake- Vongola no less! Oh well. It didn't matter in the end. He'd destroy Vongola, crush it, before the Decimo even ascended the throne. He'd destroy anyone in his path, too! Then he'd create the perfect world where no one died.

He watched, clicking the safety on and off the sniper rifle, as Enrico evaded all bullets, fighting back with a wave of his own, and dying will flames. Now, all he had to do was snipe him down. That was all. But... He hit the rifle against the roof, chipping the shingles, with a scream of annoyance. That's ALL he had to do! Kura had already stirred up the trouble and Yu had infiltrated to start the gunfight but ALL HE DID WAS SNIPE THAT BITCH! He could literally cry at the simplicity of it all. He snarled, stabbing into the roof. Then he cast aside the gun. Of course! Why didn't he think it? He'd just join in the fight and STAB the oldest heir. He laughed happily, like a child on his birthday. Yes, he'd definitely do that.

Unsheathing his dagger, he threw himself off the roof and into the room. He found himself behind Enrico, and laughed again at his luck. Perfect. He raised his dagger and-

Blood splattered the ground. Enrico fell. Screams of shock sounded as everyone scanned the room for the culprit, but the assassin was long gone.

And he was pissed. "You asshole! He was my kill!" Yu regarded him with solemn yellow eyes. "I couldn't let you get noticed."

"You end another of my targets again, and I will make your living a tragedy!"

"I love you," Yu explained, throwing the gun to the ground, pulling the hood off to expose long, silky hair fashioned and pinned up like a boy's. Yu searched the assassin's face worriedly for any signs of a grudge. There was none.

"I love you too," the assassin admitted, "but I wanted h-his blood!" Tears hit his clean palms and the bitter reminder spiralled him into breath-consuming sobs.

"Ara ara. We just didn't want you to be hurt, remember? We couldn't live with the thought of handing your death to those imbeciles."

The assassin nodded, tears stopping. "It would be horrible to have delivered my life's purpose into their disgusting, incapable hands. You're exactly right, Kura!"

The pale figure nodded gleefully. "Daiyou ne?"

"Eh? You're all dressed up! Now your hair's purple!"

"Lillac, dear." Kura said proudly, as the assassin tip-toed to pat at the elegant pinkish-purple strands.

"Ah, Yu is too! All dressed up like a lackey!" The assassin giggled.

"You don't think it's weird?" Yu asked in a quiet, docile voice.

The assassin shook his head in reassurance. "It's completely fine for guys to wear pretty dresses and for girls to wear men's stuff."

"The point, darling," Kura reminded kindly. "Get to the point."

Spinning a pirouette, the assassin continued. "It's fine for killers to pose and get to the feast more quickly too!"

Yu hugged him, grinning manically, which caused the assassin to shiver in glee. That smile didn't appear often! That meant something good would happen!

"Oh yeah," Kura snapped slender fingers and pulled a fedora out of a pocket. "Ta-da!"

The assassin clapped hands in joy. "Is that the yellow rainbow's one?"

"Un! Let's give it back as a gift."

"We can tell him himself died!" The assassin proclaimed, proud of his idea.

"Yes, we killed him." Yu affirmed.

"Yu saw it! Yu saw it!" anymore and the assassin would pass out from dizzying happiness. "WE killed him!"

Tsuna sighed and flung himself onto his bed, yawning. The springs creaked and decompressed some, sending him bouncing back up slightly.

Geez, patrolling was tiring, but it was good training. He got to kick ass, fine-tune his senses and practice fighting against buff idiots twice his size and weight. Good training, all in all, and it also somewhat prepared him for the future. Convenience!

The brunet unleashed a massive yawn once more and drifted off to sleep.

Reborn shuddered. Not all in anger.

He was scared.

Yes, he, Reborn, the world's greatest hitman was scared.

But he had to admit, he was also intrigued.

He ran his hands over the fedora, eyebrows twitching into a frown.

His signature hat was riddled with holes, and though the orange ribbon was now brown and stiff with blood, the rest of the hat was fine save for the bullet holes which left it nothing but scrap. How the hell had they made off with his fedora, from the top of his head, when he was sleeping and then replace it on a fucking hat-stand all in fucking daylight under one fucking hour?

His hands trembled in fury as he contemplated who dared challenge him, the strongest Arcobaleno, the world's best hitman?

Was it one of the others? He thought not.

So was it really these guys? He examined the tape warily, again, as if it might spring to life and bite off his hand.

Well, either they were that suicidal, or really fucking insanely good at whatever shit they were doing. Because if it was to fuck up his mind, it was working.

Mike-test, mike-test!

I don't think it's a mike.

Eh? Really?

It's a recorder, hun.

Ah, I see!

Why are we speaking in English?

But why not? Anyway, I think it's great middle ground- I'm Japanese, you're Italian, and Kura is French!

Oh.

Sou, sou! How smart!

Yessss, aren't I? Oh- should we introduce ourselves?

It's polite.

Ok! Konichiwa. I am Nameless.

My name is Yu.

Hiiiiiiii! I'm Kura~

And we killed you! Yu even saw it!

Un.

Hooray~ Lemme start. Ahem. We killed the yellow rainb-

Sun arcobelano.

So factual, Yu! Okay, we killed the sun rainbow, Reborn.

That's you!

I think he knows that, sweetie. I'm suuuure he's not stupid.

Oh. But he's not part of the game!

We shot you.

Ah, Yu is impatient~ Your turn, 'Nameless Assassin'. Fu fu.

We also ripped out your heart! We ate it! You were screaming, so loud! And the blood!

Calm down~ We'll get to the real part soon. Oh yeah, and one more thing, we know who killed Federico! Where is he now, Yu?

The lighthouse by XXX

Ah yes, that's the place. Well, we hope to meet you soon, Reborn!

And see your blooooood! AHAHAHA-

Maa maa, calm dow

[Static]

[Tape ends]

A/N:Well? Can you guess who they are? E-I took Half an hour guessing = + =

Btw, if you are the owner of the cover pic and don't want me to use it, just tell me and I'll take it down.

Either way, hope you guys enjoyed it. There are pairings but it's nothing like smut or fluff…. Just, strong unrivalled attraction? Yeah.

See you guys soon…. And whoever hasn't finished finals yet (Singaporean, I don't know other countries' exam schedule) good luck. NOW GO AND STUDY. OR REGRET IT (like me TT _TT)

See you guys next time :D