Title: Throwing People is Impolite

Warnings: Does Reborn acting like a child count?

Prompt: "You know, Reborn, it is generally considered impolite to throw people." Given by Amu4ever.

Words: 1,034

Notes: This is my first time doing a writing challenge, but so far it's pretty fun. This particular one had a fun prompt, so please enjoy the story! And if you like KHR, maybe check out some of my other stuff...

"You know, Reborn, it is generally considered impolite to throw people."

"It was an accident."

Tsuna sighed. How did you accidentally throw someone out the window? Just...how? Once he thought about it though, he realized that Reborn was probably one of the few people who wouldn't stop themselves from doing it. His Guardians, for example, would have started it, and then stopped once they realized that it was just a butler.

'Just' a butler. A very expensive butler. A butler who helped keep all of them fed. A butler who was now having several broken bones set. "You know," Tsuna started, "you could have just..stopped your throw. I know you have enough self control to do it. You're the one who taught us to do it."

Reborn crossed his arms and stood straight, raising his head to stare into Tsuna's eyes. "If they can't avoid a simple throw, then they aren't a butler. Besides, they snuck up on me!"

"Reborn, you are the "World's Greatest Hitman", you knew that they were coming up to you. If you didn't know, then there must be something wrong with you. And how was it an accident?"

"An accident is where you don't do something on purpose. I didn't do this on purpose, therefore it was an accident."

"I know what an accident is, Reborn. They happen surprisingly often in this house." Tsuna sighed again. Why did he agree to be the boss? This kind of thing happened constantly. You'd think that a group of professional hitmen would know better than to rip open a bag of flour with too much force, or that they would know better than to try cooking raw chicken in the microwave.

Those were just the kitchen 'accidents'.

"You know, you should be harder on them. Things like this will keep happening if you don't put your foot down," said Reborn.

Tsuna growled under his breath. Put his foot down? Reborn acted like he hadn't tried that before. Well, if that's what Reborn wanted to happen, that's what would happen. "Put my foot down? Fine. From now on, any and all damages caused by my Guardians and you are being paid for by whoever cause it. If they can't pay it, then they will have to pay us back.

"And, any time one of you has an 'accident', you get to be the ones to clean it up. I refuse to have to keep hiring new staff and paying hospital bills." Tsuna felt somewhat bad about doing it, but if he didn't then they would keep doing dumb things and making messes. Sometimes it seemed like they were competing to see who could make him angrier.

And yet, he wouldn't have it any other way. At some point, his anger had turned into exasperation, and then became tinged with amusement and disbelief. As much as he got tired of having to fix anything broken, it was still a welcome respite from his paperwork. And speaking of paperwork...

Tsuna raised his head from where it was resting on his hands and gave Reborn an evil smirk. "Reborn, you didn't happen to accidentally lose some of your paperwork, did you? Because I have copies here, and I am more than willing to wait and watch you fill them all out."

Reborn visibly paled. The only thing that scared Reborn was paperwork. Paperwork was the bane of his existence. He disliked it to the point that he regularly 'lost' it, or it was 'eaten by Leon'. But Tsuna knew. Tsuna knew because he hated paperwork too. And because Tsuna knew, he made sure that Reborn actually completed his, so Tsuna didn't have to it do at the last minute for him again.

Tsuna pointed at a stack of papers that was laying on the floor. The stack easily reached to the top of Tsuna's desk. Revenge was sweet, oh so very sweet. This was Tsuna's only way of getting back at Reborn for all the training (torture) that he went through as a kid. He acknowledged that it had been necessary, but that didn't mean he liked it.

What had started this? That's right, a butler had been coming to inform the two of them that it was time for dinner. He'd caught Reborn right as he was passing a window on the second floor. Despite the fact that the butler had been shouting Reborn's name, Reborn's first response to someone touching his shoulder was to throw them out of the window.

Which reminded him, they really did need to go to dinner. If Tsuna was absent for more than ten minutes, then a full scale search party was formed to try to find him. And that was only if he was late by ten minutes.

"Reborn, you can come to dinner when you're done. I'm sure there will be something left for you. Maybe Bianchi will make something for you," Tsuna said. He stood up from desk number five (the past four had been broken through various means) and headed for door number eight (they really liked breaking his doors. He now only bought cheap easily replaceable ones).

Time to make sure that the dining room hadn't imploded while he was gone. It had happened more than once. For some reason, his Guardians still thought he was innocent. By which he meant that they constantly forgot that yes, he was devious, and yes, he was perfectly willing to take revenge.

They continued to think he was, despite the fact that he had hung them from the chandeliers more than once (really only when he just wanted quiet). At least it meant that they weren't aware of the fact that he gave them more paperwork than normal when they did something stupid.

And as he entered the dining room to a food fight, he realized that maybe they would be hanging from the chandeliers again. Except this time with less clothes.

Tsuna sighed. Well, at least he didn't have to babysit them on jobs.