So this is most definitely a crack ship that I have probably wanted to see for the longest time. This is ChikusaxTsunaxKen. More slash-y towards the end, but please read all of it? Thank you! Please leave a review?

Tsuna smiled lightly as flakes of white landed atop his hair, eyelashes, and hands. He loved the winter months and season, despite how barren the world could look during time. Why? The answer is simple: Tsuna can truly be himself. You see, our lovely protagonist can manipulate a certain kind of weather. Winter weather. Snow and ice. It's sad, however, having to always wear gloves, constantly hide who and what he is. He didn't exactly have control over them, his powers, you see, which can cause some...problems. Especially with Reborn constantly hounding him, chaos seeming to be the new norm, having crushes, and almost never having time to himself, he had no time to practice. The only liable time would have been while he was in the shower, and if he took too long in there, Reborn would give him hell. It doesn't help when you accidentally created a mini snow storm in the bath tub. Or, you know, freeze the water in the pipes.

The boy giggled remembering a time when Reborn had trained him particularly harsh that day and Tsuna found enough control to turn Reborn's steaming hot shower into a frozen wonderland. Freezing cold jets of what instantly killed whatever the hitman was moaning about in the shower. Instant boner killer! Said partially un-cursed hitman was a hypocrite. Turning into an adult just to relieve some "tension" was a sad excuse in Tsuna's book. Then again, he's one to talk. His mind wandered to two Kokuyo students...

"Gah! Stop thinking about it Tsuna!" The brunette scolded himself.

A small blizzard was created by the boy who merrily laughed in glee. Freedom to do what he wanted and be who he was was fantastic. Swirls of snow blew around him, kissing his wind-bitten cheeks. His face, nose, and ears were red at the tips, but the young boy didn't care in the slightest.

"Oi! Dame-Tsuna!" A voice yelled out. Said boy jumped when he heard Reborn call out to him. His hands dropped to his sides immediately, hoping that it just looked like he was playing in the snow-not creating it.

"Hiee! Reborn! Don't do that!" Tsuna scolded, the hitman just sent a smirk his way, which was surprising considering that a baby shouldn't be able to smirk that evilly.

"What are you doing out here without proper clothes on?" He tsked. "No gloves, no hat, not even a winter coat. Do you want to get sick?" The baby asked. The 'and get taught by me for however long you stay home?' went unsaid.

Small shoulders moved upwards in a shrugging manner. "The cold never bothered me," he muttered lowly. He really hoped that Reborn didn't see anything. He sighed internally, pulling out his mittens out from his back pocket and slipping them on. He was actually grateful when he had first received them during his battle with Mukuro. He had thought that he would have had to expose his powers, but then Leon had...given birth? To his mittens.

Tsuna gave up all logic and threw it out the window when he was six and when he had decided that he was going to create a frozen wonderland for his mother who had a fever that one hot summer day. That was the day that he, along with his mother, who at the time thought that the fever was giving her hallucinations, discovered the brunette's powers. They kept it a secret from everyone, even Iemitsu had no clue. Nana didn't want her child to be experimented on if the world found out. She bought her son his first pair of gloves as soon as the fever diminished.

She warned the boy to not take his gloves off unless he was showering. He was to wear them even in his slumber until he had his curse-or gift, depending on how you looked at it-under control. Tsuna, scared and wanting to please his mother, complied without complaint.

However, it's time for Tsuna to return back to the present day, and ignoring Reborn has it's consequences. Tsuna felt a hard kick to the back of his head, sending him flying forward into the hard, icy pavement. Tsuna flailed about, conjuring some fresh powdered snow to protect his already unattractive (or so he thought) face.

"Reborn..." The boy growled under his breath. "Would you, perhaps, mind not kicking me in the back of my head, possibly giving me a concussion and falling into the cold snow?"

The baby smirked, "I thought the cold didn't bother you, Dame-Tsuna," came the innocent reply.

"Stupid baby hitman...using my own words against me," Tsuna grumbled.

"What was that?" Was the reply given, a green colored gun pointed at the boy's cranium.

Tsuna took this as his opportunity to run inside the house and not look back.

"Tsu-kun!" His mother called out. She knows that her son uses the weather to his advantage to practice whatever he could, but she also saw Reborn leave the house a few minutes earlier. Despite claims that she was oblivious and had no clue as to what was going on, she knew everything. Poor Iemitsu thinking that his dear wife was completely in the dark. Nono had had a long conversation with her regarding the mafia, and her son's soon-to-be role in it. "Tsu-kun, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, mama, everything is fine," he responded quickly, taking off his shoes before trudging up the stairs to his room. The brunette plopped down face first into his pillow on the uncomfortable surface of his bed. "Ugh..." he groaned. He had spent too much time outside in just his oversized sweatshirt and maybe, just maybe, his teeth were chattering because he was cold, and not just anxiously awaiting a bitter retaliation from his hellish tutor.

Instead of his tutor wreaking havoc on his eardrums, it was his two best friends and Guardians: Gokudera and Yamamoto. They were arguing about one thing or another before they realized that their boss hadn't moved from his place on the bed since they entered.

"Tsuna?"

"Tenth!"

He sighed, pasting a smile onto his face, which instantly relieved the pair. All Tsuna wanted to do was sleep. For some reason, he was exceptionally tired today. Probably due to overusing his powers. "Hey you guys," he started but was interrupted by a yawn, "what's going on?"

"The baseball idiot wants to play in the snow."

"Gokudera is being mean and saying that it's a stupid idea."

"So we decided to ask you!" They finished in unison, which led to Yamamoto laughing while the silver haired bomber glared at him.

Tsuna contemplated his answer. If he was already tired from using magic, what harm would it be to practice some more? His face scrunched in contemplation. Going out again would require putting on more clothing than last time due to the fact that he would actually be in the snow. "Sure, that sounds like a great idea," he hummed, pushing himself off of the bed. Wandering over to his small closet, he pulled out his orange jacket, pulling in on over his white and orange hoodie, grabbed his mittens, a scarf and a pair of earmuffs. He walked down the stairs after pushing past his two friends and began to pull on his snow boots. When he was done, his friends had yet to come down the stairs. He rolled his eyes, sighing.

"If you two are done sucking face with each other, I'll meet you outside," he called out, soon his voice was followed by a thump, and Gokudera stumbling out of Tsuna's room, face bright red. Yamamoto trailed after him, laughing lightly.

Not soon enough was he back outside in the white powder. A smile graced the boy's features. Slipping off his gloves, he picked up a fistful of snow, waving his other hand over it to form a snowflake.

"Whoa! Tsuna how did you do that?" Yamamoto called out from behind Tsuna. The snowflake in the brunette's hand was destroyed by the Decimo closing his fist at the sudden intrusion.

"Yamamoto!" He cried. "I told you not to sneak up on me!" The ravenette just smiled, raising his hand up to scratch the back of his neck.

"Aha, sorry, Tsuna, I forgot," he amended. Tsuna sighed, unable to not forgive his happy-go-lucky friend. He nodded at the apology, it wasn't that big of a deal. If anything, Tsuna could say that he just molded it with the sticky snow.

Tsuna turned around for a second to brush the snow off his hands in order to put his gloves back on, only to be met with a faceful of snow as soon as he turns around.

"Oops." He heard a voice chuckle.

"Hiee!" He shrieked when he felt the icy mix begin to slide down his front. "It's war!" The brunette cried before sprinting off faster than Yamamoto had seen him run before without tripping and building up a small barrier of snow to hide behind. The baseball idol immediately dropped down, attempting to create his own barricade of snow, but for some odd reason, it kept crumbling!

He looked over at Tsuna who was giggling to himself about one thing or another and already stocking up his armory of snowballs. Yamamoto furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Gokudera finally stalked out of the house, only to be hit in the face by a snowball by none other than Tsuna. However, by the time that he had wiped the snow off of his face, Tsuna was busying himself with working on his wall, innocently, while Yamamoto held snow in his right hand. He glanced between his hand and Gokudera, already opening his mouth to explain that it was Tsuna, and not him, but it was too late as Gokudera scooped up some snow of his own and pelted it at the raven haired teen.

Gokudera had completely skipped the wall-building part of this snowball war, and immediately went on the offensive. Not to mention that he hadn't aimed a single snowball in Tsuna's direction. Tsuna was just laughing and when the Rain Guardian glared in his direction, Tsuna was howling with laughter, and during this fit, had lost concentration, allowing his friend to finally build his snow fort, and aim a few snowballs in his general direction.

Little did the group of playing teens know, there was a certain hitman watching the events unfold. He saw his student create that snowflake, but at first he thought it was a mere trick his eyes were playing on him. Tsuna who had finally regained his focus, allowed the ravenette baseball star keep his poorly built snowfort. He went back to pelting his best friends with large snowballs that would fly through the air, then hit the target, preferably in the face according to our dear Tsuna. Then he heard it.

A familiar whizzing of a bullet was slicing through the air, alerting Tsuna's keen senses. Before the bullet could hit him, Tsuna's instincts acted quickly and created a wall of ice thick enough to stop the bullet mid-way through. His friends stared, dumbfounded. Tsuna look horrified at what he had just done. He looked up to where the bullet had come from: his room. Reborn. He growled. Well, now that the cat's out of the bag...he waved his hand, collapsing the ice wall. He began to walk, or more so run, away from his snow fort in the general direction of Kokuyo Land. He would spend the night there with Chrome. She would be happy to have him. She's so lonely these days.

"Tsuna! Wait up!"

"Tenth!"

"Oh, great," the brunette muttered under his breath. With a flick of his wrist a blizzard wrapped around him, concealing him amidst the fluffy snow. He breathed in the cold air, the chill felt like home to him. Maybe that's what he'll do. He could build a home with his powers. It would beautiful and private and he could be himself. he wouldn't have to deal with hellish tutors, or the mafia, or his friend's ever so obvious relationship, or bullies. He would just be able to be.

So he ran, and ran, and ran. He couldn't exactly put a time on how long he ran for, but he put quite the distance between Namimori and himself. He knew he wasn't a monster, but did anyone else believe that? He couldn't be so sure.

He was on the outskirts of Kokuyo, walking on the area a fence used to be from the looks of the imprints on the ground. Tsuna sighed. The notion of building a castle and hiding away in it was ridiculous; Reborn was find a way to burn it to the ground before he even had the chance to wave a white flag. The boy would just need some time to think, tomorrow he would return home and have to confront the world famous hitman. At least knowing the thought that Reborn couldn't kill him gave him some reprieve from his inner worries.

The young don wasn't sure how he had come to end up in front of the run down building that housed the three homeless teens within its crumbling ruins. He thought for a moment before he called out into the dark interior.

"Chrome?" Tsuna questioned, his voice a bit higher than normal level. No answer. Maybe she was out with Haru and Kyoko. "Hello?" He called out louder this time. "Anyone?" Maybe they were there but figured he was still looking for Chrome, or you know, purposely ignoring the small boy. Ouch. That sent a knife to his heart, well, two knives to be exact. "Chikusa? Ken?" He quieted, listening intently. That's when he heard a grunt. He didn't know if it was from one boy or the other, but he took it as a sign to continue to enter the building.

Tsuna heard a growl coming from the dark, followed by light, but echoing footsteps. He looked up, eyes wide, only to come face to face with Ken, who at the moment was in his Cheetah Channel. Ken leaned in incredibly close to the Decimo's face, inspecting, and sniffing, him as if he was some sort of fake sent to spy and wreck havoc. Once the blonde boy was satisfied, he grunted, alerting a nearby figure that it was safe to come out of the shadows. Chikusa stepped out, hesitating briefly before putting away his yo-yo's.

"What do you want, pyon?" Ken barked the question at him, yet he didn't, and Tsuna couldn't quite understand how Ken could be in a feline channel, yet still bark orders and questions.

"He's probably here for the girl," Chikusa answered quickly for the stunned boy. "You heard him call out to her first." Tsuna thought he heard something akin to jealousy in the male's voice, though it could just be the echoing halls of the rotting away structure. Chikusa didn't seem to be one to express emotions.

Ken growled at the statement, "did I ask you?" He spat in the taller boy's direction, glaring. "He could be here for other reasons too, ya know." The hopeful tone in his voice was quite obvious.

The brunette let out a nervous laugh, "I was actually wondering if I could stay here for the night..." he trailed off, leaving his reason unknown to the pair of males.

Ken sent Chikusa a smirk as to say 'see? Told you,' before letting a lopsided smile encompass his features. The boy with glasses looked up towards the soon-to-be-fading daylight, allowing the small and rare rays of light bounce off of them, concealing his eyes. Tsuna guessed that he would be rolling his eyes at the way his counterpart was acting.

"Ignore Ken. He's just excited. You can stay." Chikusa replied an answer before Ken was able to stop drooling over the prospect of his crush staying the night with Chikusa and himself. The two Kokuyo students had both found out that they harbored feelings, not for just each other, but for the petite mafia boss as well. They wanted him as theirs. As much as Mukuro may want Tsuna, they were going to take what they wanted for once. Chikusa let a small smile grace his lips. "You can follow me while Ken stares off into space, and you can tell me as to why you're here to begin with." Tsuna sighed, he expected that they would probably ask questions, but being misfits themselves, maybe they wouldn't mind his powers.

Ken chose that very moment to chime in, "Kaki-pi, it isn't very nice to steal the pyon away," he whined, jogging to catch up with the two. "I thought we understood the deal," he bemoaned.

"Deal?" Tsuna questioned nervously.

"Nothing important," he glared at Ken, "it's too soon to see if it can happen in the first place." That response didn't exactly calm the young boy's nerves, and he began to panic. Maybe he should just leave, come back when Chrome's there, right? That way there are witnesses. Not only did he find himself mumbling and twiddling his thumbs in concern, but the other two did as well. They both stared in confusion, or well, Ken was confused and Chikusa just stared.

"What's wrong?" Ken taunted, "we don't bite," he purred. Literally. He actually purred. Tsuna had gained some relief from the reassurance, but Ken didn't stop there, no, not at all. He, of course, had to take it one step farther. "Unless you want us to, of course," he winked. The boy sputtered.

Tsuna shrieked in fear, thinking that he was going to be eaten. Chikusa berated Ken, who ran ahead and began to sulk. The Decimo's brain was fighting with itself. While his Hyper Intuition believed that no harm would come to him there, his self-preservation was screaming at him to get the hell out of there. He began to back away, noting that neither of the teens noticed, and when they did, he set up a wall of ice from floor to ceiling, creating a barrier between them. He took his finger and drew a small circle in the ice, concentrating on melting that one specific spot. He grinned widely to himself when he accomplished it and didn't bring all of the ice down, melting it all away.

Chikusa and Ken both stared in awe with wide eyes. The had never seen anything like what the boy had just done. "How?" Chikusa demanded an answer through the circle. Tsuna shrugged.

"Just promise not to hurt me and I'll remove the barrier and explain."

"Hurt you?!" Ken yelled, "why the hell would we hurt you?" He continued, "we wouldn't hurt you, we like you!" Ken blurted out before he could stop himself and Chikusa pinched the bridge of his nose.

Tsuna brought down the wall of ice, "oh, I thought you guys hated me and were luring me to my untimely death," he explained, not joking in the slightest. "It's good to know you guys consider me a friend, though." That's our dear Tsuna, oblivious as ever. Before Ken could yell out, yet another statement that may make the brunette run away, Chikusa basically tackled the blonde onto the ground, effectively shutting him up with a hidden kiss, that, to Tsuna, just looks like Chikusa is hitting Ken into the ground. He decided not to mention it, as it seems that before he tried to make his exit, they already seemed to reach the living quarters, if you could call it that.

A beaten up couch was in the middle of the room, a few plush chairs with the stuffing and foam pouring out were scattered across the place, and two beds were laid on the floor in the corners. He figured that someone must sleep on the couch. Ha. As if Ken would let Chikusa sleep anywhere else but with him and vice versa. Chikusa stood up, dusting himself off, leaving a dazed looking Ken on the ground. He cleared his throat before talking. "Explanation. Now." He demanded, striding over to the brunette boy.

"Well, I was born with it. It seems I can control winter elements like snow and ice and all of that stuff. This is the most control I've had over it in a while. Why else would I wear my gloves all the time? I don't want to accidentally freeze anyone."

"What about your fight with Mukuro-sama?" Ken inquired, pushing himself up into a sitting position on the floor.

"Ah, I don't really have an answer for that. I don't know why I can do these things, but it makes me different than the rest, and I guess it leaves me lonely. Reborn tried to shoot me today, but instincts kicked in and, well, wall of ice." He conjured up a small wall in demonstration. "It's kinda suppose to be a secret. Mama didn't want doctors to know and experiment on me." All three of them shuddered at the thought; two of them having already have experienced the cruel prodding and poking and testing that scientist seem to have so much fun doing to children. Chikusa walked over to the boy who looked like he was going to cry at any moment and gave him a hug. It was awkward and stiff, but it was a hug nonetheless and Tsuna snuggled into the firm chest of the glasses wearing boy. The teen's eyes widened. Oh no. He didn't know what to do; he doesn't comfort people, all he usually had to do with Ken was pet him. Would that work with Tsuna, who was crying? Lifting his hand up, he pulled back a bit, which Tsuna thought that he had made the other uncomfortable, which is a bit true, but it wasn't horrible. It just took some getting used to on Chikusa's end.

Chikusa brought his hand down gently on the boy's spiked and fluffy hair, gently stroking it by lifting his hand and then running it through brunette locks. He let his nails graze the scalp a few times, enjoying the sounds of soft sighs escaping Tsuna's lips instead of harsh sobs.

"Stupid Kaki-pi, getting all the fun," Ken grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Chikusa froze, forgetting that his boyfriend was also with them. Looking over, he jerked his head to the side to motion Ken to join the pair. Once Ken was there, Chikusa released his grip on the boy and pushed him into Ken's arms. There. Ken will be able to handle him better, right?

Tsuna felt a shift, then found himself in a new pair of arms. Ken's arms wrapped around him possessively, one arm snaking around his waist, and another one reaching up to the smaller's hair, copying Chikusa's previous actions. He stopped for a moment, reaching up to grab one of his hair clips, before clipping it onto the Decimo's bangs, enjoying the way that their scent intermingled. Hmm...if only Chikusa had something to give the boy...wait! He did!

"Go get your extra yo-yo, kaki-pi. You're giving it to the pyon." Chikusa nodded in response and went off to find his lovely yo-yo. He saw Ken clip back Tsuna's bangs, and immediately knew what the other was doing. Scenting was not something new to the boy, having had Ken done it to him countless times. He grabbed both a yo-yo and a beanie, striding back to the pair. He slipped the yo-yo into Tsuna's hand, and placed the beanie on his head, positioning it just so around the lopsided earmuffs. He decided to slip the earmuffs off and unceremoniously throw them behind him. Ken grinned happily while burying his face into Chikusa's neck. Sniffing and rubbing the expanse of smooth, and pale flesh of the taller boy. Tsuna looked up at the displays of affection, confused.

He pushed away from Ken, and Chikusa since he was there as well, "what's going on?" He questioned confused. "Last time I was here to visit Chrome, you completely ignored me. Now all of this?" He questioned while motioning to his head that held the beanie and the hair clip, and his hand wrapped around the yo-yo.

The duo sighed in unison. "We like you," they both explained at the same time.

"Both of us," Chikusa continued. "We like each other, too, but we also like you. We want you to be ours." The boy explained bluntly.

"Will you?" Ken supplied looking hopeful. He was smiling, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Tsuna was flabbergasted, his mind reeling at a hundred miles per hour. Is this really happening? "You guys don't care that...I'm a freak?"

They both let out humorless laughs. "Have you met us?" Chikusa quipped.

"Okay, point taken. Though, seriously? I'm Dame-Tsuna, and I have always had a crush on you two, and figured that I couldn't have one without the other and that it was never going to happen and I would have had to end up with Haru because she seemed like she was the only one to have feelings for me, and she doesn't even know about my powers, or gift, or curse, whatever you want to call them, and then there's the whole mafia business-"

"You're rambling." Chikusa intervened, "and yes, we are serious. We want you as ours, and ours only."

"Sorry," Tsuna apologized sheepishly."I...I would like to do that...to be...yours. Both of yours." Tsuna tugged at the hat on his head and reclipped the hairclip onto his bangs, sweeping them aside, and putting the yo-yo in a pocket of his, a smile on his face, and he was enveloped by two pairs of welcoming arms.

Maybe, just maybe, these powers he had originally thought to be a curse, had really been a gift, allowing him to find love with the two people he had wished so dearly to love him back.

Hope you all enjoyed it! I had fun writing it! Sorry for occ-ness, if there was any. Also, I was wondering if I should make this multi-chaptered? Should I? Leave a review, please!