Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn © Amano Akira

Good day readers,

I'm back with the sequel of "Not in Job Description". I had some problem with the rating for this one, so it will be at the T-rate for now.

1. What the little bird brings

"Sorry, for burdening you with this." Tsuna had told him with a melancholic smile. He knew it was there before getting replaced by a totally fake one despite looking convincing enough.

Brows furrowed, Reborn sighed and gazed outside, where the present time seven-years-younger version of said brunet was engaging in a comical conversation with his self-proclaimed right-hand man on a bench in the wide garden two floors below. It had been three years since Tsuna moved to Italy. The hitman brushed his thumb over a bullet hidden in the pocket of his suit pants, it was orange in color and frozen, sealed by the future Tsuna, who then entrusted it to him.

"You will know what to do with it when the time comes. After all, Reborn is the World's Strongest Hitman."

In that bullet was Tsuna's memory. No, it was Decimo's memory, the one who had formulated that legendary plan of bringing his younger-self to the future to defeat Byakuran once and for all. He had found it odd, but now with this, his earlier confusion was cleared. Decimo had spared his younger-self from knowing something in that future. The Arcobaleno's miracle couldn't affect Tsuna because a certain someone had foreseen that and prevented his own younger-self from receiving any memory from early days to the time they switched. Verde was someone who had no interest in something he already knew, no wonder why only him had brushed it off when they were discussing about the confusing detail among themselves. He should have considered that possibility first, because who else could create the special bullet to keep Decimo from truly dying when both Irie Shoichi and Spanner were still too far away in that future? And if he had already created one, why not something else on that person's order. But, why did he do that if he wanted his younger-self to know anyway? The time was not right? Something could change Tsuna if used wrong?

"REBORN!" Tsuna screamed next to his left ear.

Reborn smacked the brunet away from him. "I hear you. Back off, your face is too close."

"Liar! I called you five times before you hit me!" Tsuna snapped, rubbing his swollen cheek.

Reborn blinked. Maybe he had been too distracted by his musing after all, for Tsuna to sneak up on him like this.

Tsuna stared at his tutor curiously. "What's that about?"

"What's what?" Reborn countered challengingly, being his usual evasive and difficult self.

Tsuna glared, sulking and crossed his arms with a huff. Then he grinned evilly, hands on his hips. "Tell me what ails you, this is Neo Primo's order."

Reborn slugged Tsuna on his other cheek.

"OW! You dare hitting your Boss?!"

"Yes, when he's abusing his authority."

Reborn glanced at Tsuna from the corner of his eyes as the other walked beside him on their way to lunch, talking about mundane things, oblivious to his inner thought. Something… could change Tsuna?

Distasteful.

He gripped the bullet tighter. If the time never came… He frowned. Being the World's Strongest Hitman had its quirk, his instinct also knew when he needed not to use it anymore…

"You look like you are plotting a perfect murder again." Tsuna pointed out.

"What are you talking about," Reborn tilted his head, giving Tsuna the look and a suggestive smirk. "Everything I do, I do it for you." He had dropped his voice to a certain low timbre that would unfailingly result in the whole room of his personal rabid fangirls to melt on the spot. How could Reborn pull that off with his squeaky childish voice Tsuna never knew and never wanted to know.

The young Vongola shivered, paling rapidly and backing away a little. "I have no idea what Bianchi and other women see in those eyes of yours, but this really freaks me out!"

"Is that so," Reborn blinked, adopted his blank face and shrugged dismissively, "Too bad. I guess you are still way too young to fully appreciate the world of adults then."

"Who want that!" Tsuna shouted, obviously miffed (most likely from being teased by someone looked like a kid about who was actually older.)

"At this rate," Reborn sighed dramatically, "You won't be able to continue the line of your noble blood. Primo will be very sad…"

"I'm only eighteen!" Tsuna reminded him in exasperation. It was not the first time this topic presented between them.

Reborn stared antagonistically. "So what? At least go dating someone. I'm embarrassed for you. How many dinner invitations you declined from both men and women? People have already started believing you are an asexual in our Vongola's Private Channel. Tell me at least you did ask Gokudera to read it for you even when you had been reading your important paperwork."

"That's what. No. You always do just to spite me. I'm not interested in any of them! What the hell is that?! I don't really want to know and will be very content if Hayato-kun never offers to do it!" Tsuna threw his hands in the air in annoyance. Gods knew his fingers were going to fall off soon not from doing paperwork but writing refusal and apology letters to send back to wherever the invitations came from.

Reborn raised an eyebrow. "Still pinning after a certain Sasagawa Kyoko I see," He remarked.

Expectedly a blush almost covered Tsuna's entire face.

What an idiot.

Who would leave home at early morning hour to visit a girl at that time wasn't close to be anywhere further than a friend to himself? He should have tailed that future-Tsuna three years ago if only to get a glimpse of whoever it was the Boss had been so desperately wanting to see before his time ran out.

But his Boss had winked at him over-mischievously, "No peeping, and belated Happy Birthday to you, Reborn," before flying away and he just couldn't disobey when Tsuna had said it like that. It seemed even him got totally manipulated in less than ten words too. Besides he couldn't hope to catch up with that speed, so looked like it was a lost cause. Sigh.

"Let's go back to Namimori."

Clank.

Tsuna stared at the fork and knife he had dropped on his half-eaten meal and turned to Reborn warily. The onlookers held their breath, not daring to make a noise. "What do you want?" The young Boss asked cautiously.

"It's been long since the last time you paid your mother a visit and even longer since you had any extensive vacation. Nice occasion too with Valentine is coming up." Reborn suggested casually, sipping his steamy espresso.

"Kufufufu, are we competing on who will receive the most chocolate this year too?" Mukuro laughed menacingly, already forming a plan to win (aka: rematch).

"You're on. I got dropped out last year only because my nose bled too much!" Lambo took the bait readily.

"Hmph! You all combine couldn't even reach one-tenth of Juudaime's chocolate presents last year!" Gokudera sniffed.

"Well, Tsuna ranks first in the most popular Boss not only among his subordinates but also his peers. One of the reasons is because he's single and available. The weather was nice that day when Fuuta told us about it." Reborn reminded them.

Gokudera nodded and wiped a tear of joy from the corner of his eyes. "I'm so happy and honored living under the same roof with him. Not only that, I am also his trusty right-hand man!"

"Um… excuse me?" Tsuna smiled, eyes twitching, irritated from being talked about as if he was not sitting at the same table as them.

"Don't worry Juudaime!" Gokudera turned to his beloved Boss, winked and gave him a thumb up, "I'll blow everyone to bits and protect your chastity with my life like last years!"

"No… that's the last thing I need from you again…" Tsuna muttered under his breath, recalling damage bills from Gokudera's upgrade bombs and Sistema C.A.I. last year and the year before. He did not feel too happy seeing the left-over debris of what used to be his favorite fountain and a quarter of the garden (though he didn't bother with this one since the design hadn't impressed him that much). "Hayato-kun, I would be very appreciated if you can accompany Chrome and especially your sister until this holiday of sweets is over. Keep Bianchi away from Reborn for a while. As much as I know you love their cooking, I am unable to join you in helping them taste-test any chocolate this year," Tsuna said aloud, ignored Reborn's hidden smirk from his left. He delicately ran the knife over his Salisbury steak, cutting a small bite size and helping himself back to his meal now that he was done talking. He didn't look in Gokudera's direction when the silver hair male fell face first on his luckily empty plate, unconscious at the mention of his sibling.

"Kufufufu, I have told you it will spare us a lot of energy if only you accept my offer to be your date for the day and, for the remaining days of the year, too." Mukuro sent the shrinking Tsuna the look, only managed to get the brunet turned his face away from his blatant advance.

"No thank you too," Tsuna rejected, inching away from the dangerous stare directing at him, "If you have forgotten, Fuuta also said you rank fourth in the world creepiest Mafioso."

Mukuro shrugged, still laughing under his breath. "It's not my fault they couldn't understand the depth of my love."

"I don't want to know about it."

"Have I told you this tale, Vongola, when I was nine, there was this lady—"

"I'm calling Chrome," Tsuna gestured with his hand at a steward behind him, "Get me a phone."

Mukuro immediately changed the topic. "Kufufufu, you should eat your food before it gets cold, Vongola."

"Talking about Chrome-nee," Lambo gnawed his spoon thoughtfully after licking clean the ice-cream of his desert, "Anyone knows more than her message saying she'll return earlier than expected?" A collective head shaking answered him. "Hmm…"

"Well, we'll know when she returns," Gokudera waved it off and turned to Tsuna with a wide grin, "Right, Juuda—!" —that soon got replaced by a scowl.

Tsuna and Mukuro were giving each other glances. It was as if they conversed in their own language that only required the movement of their eyes. Truth to be told, each of them had their own way to talk to Tsuna privately even if they were in a room with many people. This was just Tsuna and Mukuro's way to go about it, like Tsuna was the only one who Gokudera ever shared his own language which he had created by himself.

"What a troublesome girl, she doesn't say anything else even to me." Mukuro sighed.

Tsuna pinched the area between his brows, not really up for any surprise with his current mood. "She sounded more excited than she has already been. And since she's keeping it a secret, it can only be something about…"

"You." Mukuro finished for him, put his elbow on the table and propped his chin on the back of his hand. "Kufufufu, I can't wait to see the pre-Valentine present she's bringing back soon."

"Vongola, you are not keeping a mistress who happened to be parenting your potential heir or heiress outside these walls that Chrome-nee might have tumbled upon them, are you?" Lambo questioned suspiciously.

"WHA—!?" Tsuna choked on his wine, he coughed several times before raising his voice in terror, "Lambo! What have you been eating for breakfast?!"

"Just a thought, you don't look like I've hit the bull's-eye and no one's buying it… too bad," Lambo drawled in boredom, lazily shifted his gaze to Gokudera sitting beside him who slumped in his chair looking as if he was breathing out his soul from his mouth, "Ah, someone is."

"… Juudaime's child, no, children, Juudaime's… heir… chastity…failed… innocence…" They caught bits and pieces from Gokudera's trembling voice, the rest of his gibberish was unable to be deciphered as human language.

"Hayato-kun, please stop believing in what you heard!" A distress Tsuna shook the silver hair male from his right to no avail and after a sigh, he decided to leave the other be.

"Well, it's settled then. With Chrome's return we all will go back to Namimori for a Valentine vacation." Reborn announced, "This is an emergency mission. Finding Tsuna's potential love interest and a possibly permanent Valentine."

"My WHAT?! Don't decide it yourself!" Tsuna snapped but there was no anger behind his voice. He could tell when he was targeted to make an excuse for his inner circle getaway. Besides, he missed his hometown already from the moment Reborn mentioned it. His mentor raised an all-knowing eyebrow at him. Tsuna glared back halfheartedly for still being read too easy.

As if reading Tsuna's thought, Reborn went on condescendingly, "Well, it's because I'm the World's Strongest Hitman." He still sounded like a snotty brat. Three years hardly did any miracle to his grow spurt since his curse had been lifted.

When coming down to Reborn and Tsuna's private conversation in a crowd, it was obviously the way they could read each other's thought by silent watchful gazes and the understanding of hidden feelings behind casual banters. Though only Reborn knew what he was doing while Tsuna unconsciously did it.

"But why Namimori all of a sudden?" Tsuna questioned, "Knowing you, Mafia Land would be more to your liking."

"This is about you. Knowing you, a homemade breakfast and lunch and dinner prepared by your mother is more than enough. Besides, there is really something that actually can't be bought by money even when we have all the money to purchase practically everything for you here." Reborn traced the rim of his coffee cup with his thumb thoughtfully before adding, "I have taken a liking to her cooking too."

Come to think of it, Reborn did have a soft spot for his mother, too. Everyone did. So Tsuna saw no reason to push him anymore. "Fine," The Boss conceded, "If Chrome has no problem with it then we can go as soon as she's ready. I still have some last-minute reports to take care of and that's it."

Gokudera perked up, "The one you told me earlier Juudaime?"

"Yeah…" Tsuna responded absentmindedly, "Apparently there really is a disturbance within the Chiavarone Mansion."

"Oh?" That quipped Reborn's interest.

"Hm? I thought I told you earlier on the way here?" Tsuna squinted at Reborn in confusion, "Their scouts caught something in the camera. It was a mystery how it managed to get pass the guards surrounding the area."

Reborn winced inwardly. He had been occupied with something else to pay attention to that. Obviously Tsuna-matter was more important than something didn't sound like a life-threatening situation to the Chiavarone. For all he cared, Dino could have forgotten to maintain his security system if Tsuna deemed only Chrome was enough since he had hardly ever assigned her on any solo mission and even so, he would ask one of his male Guardians to accompany her. It was not that the Vongola doubted his only female Mist Guardian, more like he doubted the place she supposed to go was not as safe as the information they had gathered. Needless to say, despite the destination was in the property of a Vongola's ally, Chrome had been very excited with her first true solo assignment if her daily quick reports buzzing on their private chatroom were anything to go by. No one had the heart to tell the bubbling girl her beloved Boss had Lambo, Mukuro, Gokudera and even Reborn on standby and ready to ship all of them to the Chiavarone to hack her out of there undetected if his protective-radar courtesy of Vongola Hyper Intuition ever went off.

Mukuro raised an eyebrow, "Hadn't you already sent Chrome to help them with that?"

"Yes. That information came in together with her early return notice." Tsuna tilted his head, frowning at his untouched parfait that looked like a mountain of multicolored ice-cream scoops, and marshmallows, and cookies, and fat. "Lambo, want to help me with this all by yourself?"

"Seriously?!" Lambo squealed, grinning excitedly. He immediately grabbed his spoon, eyes shining like Christmas when Tsuna motioned a maid to send the treat over to him. "You are the best, Great Lord Vongola!"

Tsuna smiled. If it makes you happy…

"She's back," Mukuro stated, sensing Chrome's approach.

The brunet left his seat, "Well then, let's come gree—"

"Mi~dori~ tana~ biku~ Namimori no~"

Brown eyes widened at the familiar song and the voice that sang it.

"Wha—!?" Gokudera stood abruptly and looked around, in a more prominent disbelief state than his Boss.

"Well well… now that's nostalgic," Lambo remarked, picking up the spoon had slipped from his fingers when the initial shock wore off.

Tsuna walked over to the nearest window as if on a trance, whispered softly to himself how impossible this was. Maybe he didn't sleep enough last night, or the stress of today's paperwork was getting to him, or that he should have listened to Reborn as he was told the paperwork wouldn't run off if he went to sleep when it was time to sleep. He put a hesitant hand on the cold glass and pushed the balcony doors open with a little too much force, caused them to burst open loudly, startled the house workers around the room even if they all had been gawking at his behavior like hawks.

Tsuna found it hard to breath as the back of his eyes stung, he stood rooted to the spot and tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

The all too familiar small yellow canary tilted his head at him.

"Mukuro…" Tsuna breathed out, a hint of frost in his slightly strangle voice.

"You know me better than that, Tsunayoshi. You of all people can tell this is not an illusion." Mukuro said, already stood behind Tsuna when the other called his name.

Tsuna lowered and shook his head once, sounding tired, "This is too much."

"I'm back," Chrome said from the doorway, looking to her right where Tsuna and Mukuro were.

"Leave us," Reborn sharply ordered the maids and stewards with narrow eyes.

All the servants scurried off, closed the grand door after them and ran to do their other chores, not daring to stay in same rooms as the Lord and Master of the House when he was having his moment.

Chrome raised a hand to brush back her shoulder-length hair. The loose strands revealed a small yellow canary nesting on the crook where her neck met shoulder for warmth. "This little one got pass Chiavarone's security and the original one," Her gaze fixed on the canary on the balcony in front of Tsuna, "Followed him not long after I arrived at the Chiavarone Mansion. They didn't seem like wanting to alert the people there so I decided it was an unintentional development on their part. I took them back with me as soon as I told Dino Chiavarone a plausible excuse, after his subordinates failed to catch anything else on the screens." She walked to the left side of the table where Reborn situated and sat down on the seat next to Mukuro's. The canary hopped from her shoulder to Reborn's waiting palm, chirping and flapping his wings excitedly.

Onyx eyes blinked, unreadable gaze shifted from Chrome, to Gokudera, and finally settled on Tsuna's back.

"Reborn…-san?" Gokudera called uncertainly, still not sure how to take this situation.

"They were told to 'find the former students of our Namimori Middle' from their owner," Reborn told them slowly, not taking his gaze from Tsuna, "But only the original one carries the true message."

"Then…" Gokudera bit his thumb, glancing at Tsuna and the canary in Reborn's hand anxiously. "It's our first clue of… him after three years…?"

Not a single person around Tsuna dared to speak the name in his presence. Hibari Kyouya had vanished three years ago after he returned Tsuna home on the latter's birthday. No one and nothing could trace back to that man, even with the Vongola at Tsuna's disposal. God knew they all had gone to hell picking Tsuna up from the shock when one newbie from a lower rank squad carelessly wondered if the person they were searching even real (no one ever saw that guy again as if he hadn't been real.) It would have been easy if Tsuna threw a fit or cried until he was too tired to rage anymore. No, the silence was neither depressing. It was downright terrifying to the Guardians had come with him as well as the Varia (since they had planned to give Tsuna a heart-attack greeting, turned out they were the one got heart-attacked instead, included Xanxus.) Before long people within the Vongola's vicinity realized how they had been the fools who took that normally clumsy and animated Tsuna for granted, because dealing with this too-perfect-Boss hadn't been their cup of tea. They didn't want a robot or any unfeeling living being that looked like him.

Even though Xanxus didn't say it, after the fight with Bermuda, his view on the young and rightful Vongola heir had changed. Seeing this silent one irked him to the point he always picked fight with Tsuna and everyone could see how he tried to get any kind of reaction out of the brunet. That was ironically the starting of their weird friendship, or something like that. Together with their Boss, the Varia one after another formed a kind of strange bond with the Tenth Vongola Boss. If Tsuna's Guardians (minus Mukuro) mostly listened to him, the Varia (like Mukuro) openly talked back to him until he shut them up efficiently that might be the result of his time spending with Reborn. Xanxus had sneered, "You trashes are doubting a Vongola Sky, the same one that damn Ring you worshipped chose." But they all could hear the relief sigh in his voice too subtle it was obvious.

There was this blackmail material going around somewhere, that one night the Varia Boss was inebriated after drinking with Tsuna and left a 'love confession' that brought Lussuria to tears. Something sounded like, "If you're angry then yell at us, we'll be damn sure to spat back at you. If you get bored then I'll be your opponent. If you want to take assassinate mission, go find the stupid shark. I never touch my paperwork, that trash did them for me anyway. Fuck the paperwork, we are not businessmen. Leave them to the old man since he has too much time to go around the world lately. I don't know about you but I'm tired of answering his frilly postcards, who the hell sends postcards anymore!?" Tsuna had listened as he continued draining the rest of the ultra-rare liquor Xanxus brought back from his most recent mission with a soft smile, therefore the one who kept the original record could only be him. No one knew this since they were still busy investigating if their sample copies were just a bad scam, because they only got bits and pieces of the whole thing. Asking the Varia leader sounded like a death wish so no one ever tried.

Currently Nono was on highest bidding for that original record at ten million.

When asked, Tsuna tilted his head and innocently told them maybe the person only wanted to show off that he owned something priceless and had no intention to auction it, because it belonged to that person only. Xanxus took a really long mission that month and didn't come back for another month. Though he would send Tsuna anonymous postcards daily in secret, not frilly, but black with two words "GO DIE!" in bright red font like fresh dribbling blood. And Tsuna always sent back a white postcard neatly handwritten telling the other male to "be safe and come back soon" with his name properly signed. That worked every time he needed to assign the Varia leader on an urgent matter, or when he merely wanted them to have a meal together. Squalo had taken to calling Tsuna as "Boss" because only the Neo Primo could pull off such a phenomenon like talking Xanxus into doing his own paperwork. The rest soon followed, minus Leviathan who could only view Xanxus as his Boss so he addressed Tsuna as his "Lord", but no one cared.

As for Iemitsu, instead of sharing anything, Tsuna had told him over the door of his room that he'd better fuck off, go back to Namimori and took care of his mother for him because she was all alone now instead of bothering the son who had no need for him at the moment. Still held some grudges from that one certain time resulted in him beaten Iemitsu in front of Tsuna, Reborn had wholeheartedly used the chance to rub salt to the new bleeding wound and told the heartbroken father that he should be proud of his own son. Because Tsuna might have become the Boss they originally wanted him to be.

Reborn kept his second thought to himself. Hibari Kyouya's disappearance had ended up both good and bad. The event pushed Tsuna closer to those he would never dare to approach before if he could help it and, dared he presume, won them over. He wouldn't use the words "mellow out", but it could be described as "forcing close" a too large gap between the young Tsuna's current self and his mature demeanor only seen when his student entered Hyper Dying Will mode. There were glimpses of the old Tsuna from time to time, but those had been rare and only showed to no one but the people he could trust with his life, namely Reborn, his Guardians, the Varia and the Ninth. So Tsuna was definitely getting better, nowhere close to revert to his much-loved childish self, but better nonetheless.

Inside, the hitman was hating every moment of this. He missed the old Tsuna, but he couldn't bring himself to accept only that part as the whole personality of Tsuna. They were only familiar with this one when Tsuna had been fighting against his enemies. Now those calm narrow eyes looked at them on daily basis and that collected personality was keeping too much within himself so, apparently, easygoing and talkative sharing mood must have not come along with this unique package of high qualities. The change was just too sudden, they all needed time to adjust and hopefully, one day Tsuna would forgive them all for being ignorant far too long.

It only took months for them to realize Tsuna was still the Tsuna they knew. He forgave fast, he got familiar with the new life in Italy fast, he took on everything fast. Most importantly, he was still protective and cared for each of them all the same.

So, as long as the name Hibari Kyouya never got brought up in Tsuna's presence, the days passed by in relatively peace.

"Little animal! Little animal!" Hibird chirped, flapped his wings and landed on Tsuna's shoulder. "Late! Late!"

"What? What's that crazy bird talking about?!" Gokudera clicked his tongue, running a hand through his hair in frustration, still at lost.

Reborn frowned. That was kind of too vague for a message. Late?

"We are going back to Namimori." Tsuna said for the first time, looked up at the lone cloud floating in the clear sky, "I don't want to be late for school."

Mukuro turned around and wordlessly left the room, mouthing "he is smiling" to the others on his way out.

Vongola's Private Channel.

[Important Announcement]: Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your usual host Ribbon-sensei. Today has issued our newest mission: to find him a permanent Valentine. Feel free to discuss with your over-friendly most trusted friends here. Just remember to refrain from all means of sharing and talking about your inspiring wet dreams, no one wants to know, and some of us need to keep our lunch happy where it was for a long flight to Namimori very soon. I'll be right back after I'm done polishing my gun and feeding Leon. Ciaosu.

"Chrome," Mukuro stood looking at the garden from the balcony, addressed the girl who was double-checking his luggage on his bed.

"Yes, Mukuro-sama." Chrome replied almost mechanically, making sure she wasn't missing anything he would definitely not need for the stay in Namimori. She spotted a red tie with bright green polka dots stuck away almost out of sight if one was not knowing where it was to look… hmm. Her visible eye uncharacteristically narrowed sharply and quicker than the eyes could see, made a quick work of eliminating the tie before her fellow Mist Guardian could notice. The thing was swiftly replaced by a black one imprinted with zigzag pattern running vertically along its length that would turned into a glossy deep indigo color when seeing from right angles under the light.

"Why do we need to find when one perfect candidate is standing right here, so close and not really so far at all?"

"Yes, Mukuro-sama." The yellow pants mournfully kissed its short life a brief goodbye to join with its frilly pink dress shirt friend just departed not long ago. Luckily, she had gone shopping due to boredom while bossing the Chiavarone men around as she bided her time to go home with the Hibirds.

TBC.

A/N:

I had fun writing about the awkward bromance of Tsuna and Xanxus, because, well, it's fun! I'm sorry for anyone who likes Mr. Iemitsu, I know he loves Tsuna and trusts his son's ability and has high hope in him and all, personally I view Reborn as a way better father figure to Tsuna (and more). Beside, Tsuna did fall into a list of persons to become an Arcobaleno (first place), I presume he would have been a Sky Arcobaleno - the Arcobaleno Boss. So to Reborn, Tsuna is always special more than anyone else, even rivals with Luce, Aria and Yuni combine maybe?

And I can't surmise Tsuna's relationship with everyone in one chapter, that's too much and would end up too long. I will get to the others eventually. And yes, to Hibari, this is a Hibari x Tsuna fanfiction after all. Just not all flowers and rainbows.

I watched "Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children" recently, and to be honest, I wonder why everything often went bad when the movie isn't loyal to the original book. That aside, a thought did cross my mind if I put the KHR's characters to the story's setting and it got messed up real bad. Like... Hibari was a bird (Miss Peregrine), but Miss Peregrine has special power to control time (ten-year-bazooka) so... a combination of Hibari and ten-year-bazooka... ugh, I hope I am not the only one go fangirling with tyl!Hibari when he first appeared in the Future Arc. But that's only an idea which I am not going to touch anytime soon. I'm in no position to write more than two different stories at a time (personally I know writing one story to completion is hellish enough.) So yeah, hopefully someone would pick the idea and went with it, maybe?