A/N: This is Preppy-Stealthy-Ninja here~ Disillusioned Night and I have written this together and it is about Vongola and therapy, all which result in: Vongola Therapy. So yeah, that's it folks. This is just a bit like the catalyst which resulted in 'them' getting therapy.

Now sit back, read and...

enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: This is a collaborated fic and co-authored between Preppy-Stealthy-Ninja and Disillusioned Night. We claim nothing but our idea which we have shared. We own nothing, if we did, we would be drawing the latest chapter instead of writing a fanfiction about it.

All was calm in the town Namimori. The street was crowded with bustling people who were shopping and having fun. Children were running about and playing catch and chase. Teenagers strolled around lazily, basking in the sunlight that was glowing from above, in hope of developing a tan. Mothers with pushchairs were glancing at the jewellery shops forlornly, craving for those diamonds on their neck. Grandma's smiled and talked to any passerby's. People bowed and greeted each other, commenting on the nice weather.

All was well in Namimori, except for one house. One house that seemed oblivious to all those infectious happiness surrounding their town. One house with a rambunctious atmosphere and full of a rowdy crowd. One house that was the Sawada household.

A loud noise, a huge blasting sound of what may have been a bomb and a mass destruction on the house could be heard from outside—this was a daily occurrence in the Sawada household.

"Lambo no!" Tsuna cried, grasping tufts of his hair in pure despair. He chased after the cow-suited child, promptly falling right on his face.

"Bwahaha! Lambo-san will fight Reborn today!" The cow-suited boy laughed, running around in circles, a bazooka held aloft. He stopped shortly and turned around to face Tsuna. "Nyaa~ you won't get me." He smacked his bottom and stuck out his tongue, pulling at his eyes.

"How dare you say that to the tenth? And you tripped him too!" Bellowed a silver-haired teenager, a dangerous amount of bombs held in his hands. He charged right after Lambo, who bolted at the mere sight of him. "Get back here and let me teach you a lesson!"

"Stupid-dera!" Lambo said, running as fast as his little legs could take him. He rushed towards the stairs, his tiny feet barely making an impact as he tried his best to outrun Gokudera who was quickly gaining in on him.

"I'll kill you, you stupid cow!" Gokudera stopped short and threateningly held his bombs in the air, a smug smile on his face.

"Gokudera-kun, please don't!" Tsuna pleaded, his face still firmly planted on the ground, he managed to choke out a coherent sentence.

Gokudera's green eyes wavered slightly, he shifted guiltily and mumbled. "I'm helping you tenth. As your right-hand man—"

"Hayato." Bianchi had come out of nowhere. She smiled brightly and lightly traced her fingers across Gokudera's cheek and hugged him.

Gokudera's eyes rolled around his head, he gurgled incoherently and turned first a shade of blue, then purple and then he seemed to have lost all colour at all, his hands let go of the bombs.

Tsuna eyes widened as he watched with dismay. The bombs were crashing down on Lambo. Tauntingly spiralling downhill in a zigzag and perfectly aiming for their target.

"No!" Tsuna moaned, barely audible as his eyes followed the bombs.

But alas, the damage had been done and nothing could have been done to erase it.

BOOM!

CRASH!

KCHAAMP!

Tsuna winced at the explosive sounds, covering his ears delicately with his hands—he didn't want to imagine what had broken. Instinctively he closed his eyes, not able to watch the horrific scene that was now unfolding in his living room.

Should he open his eyes? He should have been used to his guardians by now, but Tsuna was getting fed up with their attitude—why couldn't they get along!

Bianchi gave a hurt look. "Aw, poor baby brother. We must take him to bed." She held them and draped his arms around her shoulders and hoisted him up. His face was now tinged with green, and he was mumbling nonsense.

"Must….stay….calm." Tsuna opened his eyes and looked at a burbling Lambo who was now holding his bazooka tightly. The bomb had singed his suit and now his bare bottom was on display. His face was a snotty mess and his eyes were watering dramatically.

"You can't! —" Tsuna barely finished when the bazooka slipped out of Lambo's hand and landed right on him.

POOF!

An all too familiar purple smoke trailed across the hall. Tsuna watched, rapt as a ten-year older Lambo emerged from the smoking trail. Why oh why was his day getting worse? If Bianchi enters the room now and comes back, all help would break loose!

"My, my." TYL Lambo ruffled his hair and peered lazily at the people in front of him. "Seems my younger self has done it again." He didn't sound too bothered about it. "I guess you have helped from my cleaning duties, young Vongola."

Tsuna smiled thinly and gazed at the older man. "Yeah, but…"

"Ah, I was having a fight with either Gokudera or Reborn right?" Lambo shook his head and smiled. "I wish I could advice my younger self that these fights are pointless."

At least one sensible person is here. Tsuna thought brightly. Maybe the day wouldn't be so bad. But Tsuna was dreaming, he could not mention a day where nothing bad happened and since when did things go according to plan in his life?

Answer: Never.

Not since Reborn had made a huge impact in his life, no.

Knock, knock.

"Don't worry, I'll open it." Adult Lambo said, saluting him. Tsuna wasn't even aware of the knock until he had mentioned it.

Tsuna nodded—it was probably his mother, I-pin and Fuuta who had returned from shopping. I mean who else could it have been? Maybe it was Kyoko who had just dropped by? A boy can dream.

Lambo must have opened the door because then a loud boisterous voice bellowed: "Tsuna-san! Haru has arrived." A loud, not so conspicuous laugh followed. "Oh, and Kyoko and is here too."

Tsuna face-palmed in cue. Haru was the last person he wanted to see right, but he couldn't tell her to get back lest it hurt her feelings. And Tsuna was not one to break girls' hearts. Besides, she had Kyoko with her, he reasoned rationally.

Haru stepped inside with Kyoko in tow. The moment her eyes glimpsed Adult Lambo gazing at her, she flinched and jumped backwards. "Hahi! It is pervert man!"

Lambo's lazy eyes widened—only one of them. "Eh? I'm not a pervert."

But Haru was having none of it, "You are you—"

Before Haru could finish, Bianchi casually entered the room. Flicking her hair back and smoothing down her vest. From the corner of her eye, she spied Lambo.

What was Romeo doing here?

"ROMEO!" Bianchi roared; her eyes ablaze with unvanquished fire. She barrelled towards him, a dangerous looking sharp pizza in her hand—where did she get them from? "I WILL KILL YOU ROMEO!"

"Bianchi no! Please!" Tsuna should have known by now that his pleading would have been in vain. Since did people listen to him?

"Eh?" Lambo didn't need to told twice that his life was now in grave danger. Bianchi's dangerous pizza was glinting tantalizingly in front of him. Bianchi stampeded towards a hurdle of dining chairs and stood on top of the table.

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" She screeched, hurtling herself towards the ground, her pizza spinning in a furious perpetual motion. She hit the ground, and stood up shakily, grimacing and glaring at him.

Lambo had enough time to run out of the room before the witch could capture him.

Bianchi, not wasting anymore of her time rushed past a shaken Haru and Kyoko who had a baffled look on her face. She threw the pizza across the hall. It cut through the door like a razor blade, leaving the door to be split cleanly in half.

Lambo watched in pure dismay, and winced as the pizza narrowly missed cutting his handsome face. "I'm not Romeo" He burbled, much like his younger self. He tried containing the tears that were threatening to spill. He knew once he started it was hard to stop. "I'm not ROMEO!" He repeated, much louder as a static of electricity burst from his horn. The spasm of power was not growing wider with each struggled breath of Lambo. Right now it was wide enough to electrocute those with in 5 mile radius—including Tsuna.

"Must…stay…calm." He breathed, trying his best to compose himself.

"Tsuna-san, what game are you playing?" A clueless Kyoko enquired, looking around.

"Hahi! Bianchi is angry! That is so dangerous-desu!" Haru cried frantically.

Tsuna was the only silent one. Why did his days get even worse when Reborn was away? Why was Reborn away in the first place?

"AAAAAGGGGHHHH!" Tsuna cried in frustration, earning him bewildered looks from his friends.

Bianchi stopped short, and stepped back, frustratingly glancing backwards. "We're going to get electrocuted." She said in a matter of factious tone, as though she was complimenting on the weather. Like it was normal that a future 15 year old boy was now standing in front of them; holding static energy that could possibly light the whole of Namimori and further.

Sure it was normal if you're part of the mafia, and you live in a world were flames and bazookas were the norm. Tsuna thought bitterly. He wished that he was normal. But then he wouldn't have met his friends and voyaged towards adventures that you read only in fiction books.

Crackle.

Crackle.

CRAAAAAAACCCCKKKLLLLEEEE!

Everybody stepped backwards as the lighting in Lambo's horn was now blowing a fuse in his head. It crackled dangerously and was inches away from them. One move from Lambo and it would be the end of them.

"Is this a game that you and my brother play?" Kyoko looked stricken. Tsuna kept forgetting that Kyoko and Haru were clueless about the whole 'mafia' thing. Yamamoto had unconsciously put that notion in their head.

Speaking of Yamamoto, where was he?

"Yes—it's a game." Tsuna lied smoothly, feeling guilt weighing heavy in his chest. One that went out of hand. Ryohei would never have forgiven him if he mentioned the mafia to his sister or even involved her in it—God forbid! He didn't want to imagine what was going to happen if he did.

"It looks dangerous!" Haru commented.

FLASH!

A light burst through the hall, engulfing them all and enveloping them in its sweet embrace. Lambo had finally let go of the electricity, and it was now homing in on them threateningly. A surge of power was thrust in the air and it showered on the helpless children who watched in apprehension.

It was over, Tsuna thought blithely. Maybe he should have said goodbye to Kyoko before he parted to God-knows-where.

"Tsuna-san!" Haru's voice croaked. Tsuna couldn't locate her in the thick smoke that was covering the hall.

"What happened?" Kyoko sounded unsure and cute—Tsuna's mind was really in turmoil today if he fit those two together. Cute and unsure? He couldn't remember when he had become sappy.

"I'm here." Tsuna offered, holding his hand up. He coughed and decided to sit up. He was happy that they hadn't died. He still had many things to accomplish before he parted for eternity. It just wasn't his time yet, and no way was he going to give it up willingly.

"Aha, it seems you guys have had really fun."

Was that Yamamoto's voice or was he finally hallucinating.

"It seems. They do a lot of things when I'm away. That's no-good Tsuna for you." The voice of the oh-so-known Reborn drawled.

What where they doing here and when did they come?

He rubbed at his eyes and squinted at the two blotting figures in front of him who were now taking shape.

It really was Yamamoto and Reborn!

"Let me help you up Tsuna." Yamamoto outstretched his arm and smiled warmly at him, his brown eyes crinkling good-humouredly.

"Don't. No-good Tsuna should help himself." Reborn cut the link between their hands by somersaulting and kicking their hands.

"Ouch! Reborn!" Tsuna cried flinching, his hands now sore and red.

"Aha, you have a good aim kid." Yamamoto laughed, holding his own red and bruised hand. "Thank god it wasn't the hand that I use to play baseball."

Reborn smirked and pointed at Lambo who was curled on the sofa in a foetal position, immediatly changing the subect. "He seems to always be the catalyst of disaster."

Haru smiled fondly—Tsuna noticed that her hair looked like that it had been mowed on the grass and every strand was out of place—at the lying Lambo. "He's just tired."

Kyoko nodded vehemently, they did not know that he was in actual fact THE Lambo who had just burned down the house with his electricity. "I agree, by the way do you know where I-Pin is or Tsuna's mum? I haven't seen them."

Tsuna opened his mouth to answer but Yamamoto unconsciously interjected him.

"I saw them at Namimori town just this afternoon before I arrived." He laughed, his arms draped around his head.

"Haru wants to see her! Tsuna-san's mum will acknowledge me as his future wife!" Haru bounced excitedly, clapping her hands.

Tsuna gave her a dubious look and shook his head. Haru would never change. He hoped that Kyoko hadn't taken it the wrong way or else she would never be interested in him. And that was not a pretty thought—his whole life would be meaningless if Kyoko wasn't there in the scene.

"—so where is he?"

Tsuna hadn't realised that Yamamoto was talking to him.

"Eh?"

Yamamoto laughed, "I asked if you knew where Gokudera was—it seems a bit quite here."

Gokudera? Oh, he was still asleep wasn't he? "He's asleep because…um…Bianchi." He hoped that it would have counted as a liable excuse.

Yamamoto cocked his head to the side and grinned. "So he fainted again? Aha! That's funny."

"I'm awake you baseball idiot!" Gokudera was at the edge of the stairs, his hands tightly clenching his stomach. He still looked a bit green and Tsuna could see dark shadows ringing his eyes. "Tenth! I'm sorry to bother you!"

Tsuna waved his arms quickly. "No, no….it's okay Gokudera-kun."

Haru pouted at the sight of Gokudera and sniffed loudly, folding her arms together. Nobody looked at her.

"But I slept in your bed without permission!" Gokudera persisted, wincing as his stomach began to grumble loudly.

Yamamoto laughed, "You seem to be hungry, he-he."

"No, I am not!" Gokudera insisted, stepping down.

"I can make you—" Tsuna stopped abruptly as Gokudera slipped from the bottom of the stairs hitting solid ground. That wasn't the object of his fear right now. Gokudera's bombs were now rolling tantalizingly forward.

Tsuna's eyes nearly jumped out of their eye-socket as the bomb lit itself, now the bomb had seconds before it blasted off.

Blasting them off to oblivion!

Tsuna did what he was good at at these situations.

Panic.

He grabbed tufts of his hair and at the top of his lungs screeched. "HIIIIEEEEE! NO PLEASE!"

Reborn watched from the sideline and smirked; he stroked his sideburn and watched with amusement glinting his beady eye.

BOOOOOOOM!

It was finally over, the bomb had ignited and blasted off…now Tsuna had no hope of being alive. Why was his life soo hectic and chaotic? Why couldn't he be normal? Could he be normal? If he was honest with himself, the trouble started when Reborn knocked on his door and made himself comfortable in his own house. If it wasn't for that significant day, Tsuna would have been a loser, but still without the cost of having grey hair. And as he thought more and more, the latter sounded much more tempting.

It was at that moment that Nana chose to conveniently enter the house. She unloaded her shopping back, I-pin and Fuuta in tow.

"Tsu-kun~ Oh my, what happened here? You children must have had lots of fun!" The ever oblivious Nana Sawada cried cheerfully, ignoring the burning sofa, the broken dining table, the curtains that were now ablaze and most of all, the 'children' that were slumped in awkward positions with charred hair.

Tsuna face-palmed and promptly hit his head on the floor, not even caring about the pain that was surging through his body.

"Why?" He whined to no-one in particular. "I'm at the back of my tether!"

Reborn's eyes crinkled with mischief. "I have just the remedy for you…"

Something had broken in Tsuna then—he was sure that part of him he could never retrieve. He laughed loudly, unable to stop as tears just cascaded from his eyes. "Remedy? Reborn, I'd be a fool to listen to you. In fact I am a fool for putting up with your antics for this long."

Silence followed.

Everybody stared at Tsuna with disbelief.

He shrugged defensively and thumped at his chest, "I am the one who is always at the receiving end of your fights, so don't look at me like that!" He had finally lost it, his patience was running thin.

There was another silence, a deafening one. After that all hell broke loose.

"Tenth!"

"Hahi Tsuna-san!"

"What's happening?"

"Is Tsuna angry?"

"Tsu-kun, you shouldn't talk like that to your tutor."

"Bwahaha Reborn got shouted at!"

"Lambo, no!"

"Tsuna-nii is very angry."

Every voice sounded like dogs yapping to Tsuna who was now clenching his fists. Was requesting silence so hard? "AAGH! Shut up!"

Everybody spun around, their mouth now agape with shock.

Tsuna continued, ignoring them. "You know what we need? I would never have admitted it, but you all need therapy. Every single one of you, including Hibari, hell Hibari is worse than you all and I hope you don't mention that to him. If that therapy doesn't help, then I rest my case because I am so fed up!" He heaved a huge sigh and resigned himself against the wall, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"That's was my preposition, but yes we do need therapy." Reborn smiled at his brave student and hopped out of his seat. "I will order a top class shrink and she will help you. All of you."

There was a slight murmur before silence followed.

"Any objections?" The way Reborn said it, he gave you no choice.

Everybody shook their heads.

"Fine, that's great. Now gather the guardians Tsuna, tomorrow will be an important day." Reborn smirked, pulling his hat back and petting his pet leon.

"Who knows, it might change you all."