It was just another regular day in Sawada Tsunayoshi's life: a hyperactive cow-child rummaging from his magical hair-pocket things like a purple bazooka taller than him, grenades and bombs, another baby flicking the former child to the wall next to him with nothing than a finger (occasionally with a green mallet), a silver-haired guy glaring and threatening to shove dynamites up to whoever-looked-at-them-the-wrong-way's ass, a baseball-lover calming every guy (most of the time only one) holding some form of explosives seemingly without a care in the world. Oh yes, a very normal day, indeed.

And don't forget to mention a failing grade in the morning's algebra test.

"What am I gonna do with this score?" He groans mostly to himself as he walks back home from an excruciating day at school (yet another normality).

Beside him, the silver-haired seventeen-year-old was almost chirping in happiness. "Don't worry, Juudaime! I'll help tutor you! And maybe next time, I can steal your paper and answer it myself!" Gokudera says, launching a fist in the air, with a tone of intense enthusiasm.

"Hiee! There's no need to do that, Gokudera-kun. I.. I guess I'll just study harder next time." Tsuna laughs nervously. There's just no way he would let his right-hand do his bidding. This was a quiz, for mercy's sake!

"Haha.., Tsuna's right, Gokudera. Tsuna can do it himself," laughs the ever-calm swordsman as he positioned his hands behind his head. "You just need to feel the answer, Tsuna. I'm sure your instincts would shout you the answers. Like boom! And the answer is there, in your head."

Tsuna sweatdrops and resorted to laughing nervously. Seriously, his rain guardian's antics, techniques—whatever he calls them—in answering mathematical questions were beyond him. Who could answer a complex equation complete with square roots and functions just because his guts told him? Tsuna shakes his head. No one, probably, save for his quite eccentric friend.

Their walk home was pretty silent like that, save for the humming of a rather pleased bomber. There were no thugs that dared attack Tsuna today, neither were there any random grenades that were targeted at the tenth. The day was going well.., too well.

"Tadaima," Tsuna announces as he opens the door and removes his outdoor shoes and puts on his slippers. A faint okairi was heard from the direction of the kitchen. Thinking the kids were just having their usual afternoon snacks, he went straight to his room and what greeted him was an explosion right at his face.

What the, he wonders as he tightly closed his eyes and waved his hand to get the smell from his nose. What is a bomb doing in my ro—?

"So you're back, Dame-Tsuna," chimes a baby dressed in formal black attire complete with an orange-brimmed fedora as he casually jumps off the study table. "I suggest we eat our snacks first before starting this new strategy I came up," Tsuna only then notices a huge ball with spikes hanging from the room's ceiling, ominously swinging like a hanging light suspended above a suspect getting interrogated. It was the size of a head plus some finger-long needles protruding from it. It looked like it was fitted just right to be able to crush a head. A very nice creation, it was.

Should've expected from Reborn…

"Uhm... Reborn?" Reborn only looked at him as a form that he was listening. "What is that spiked ball doing hanging in my room?" Reborn only smirked as he casually strode past Tsuna on his way down the kitchen. That left Tsuna with no other choice than to comply with Reborn's suggestion.

So after Tsuna had dressed into his usual 27 shirt and khaki shorts, he promptly went to the kitchen where a baby world war three was taking place, as usual.

"Die, Reborn!"

Oh, he should've known. There was not a meal in the Sawada household that the cow-child misses declaring death threats to the arcobaleno.

"You're annoying, Lambo." And with a simple flick of his right hand, a pair of grenades thrown at him by Lambo was flung back at the poor child. Colorful explosions were heard, a wonder as to how Tsuna's mother can ignore them.

Again defeated by Reborn, Lambo sits up with a few burnt scratches on his cow-suit.

"Gotta..," each word separated by a racking sob, "stay—calm." And with a fumbling in his broccoli-like hair, he took out a strange red bazooka Tsuna had never seen before.

"C-Calm down, Lambo," Tsuna was having his usual panicking on seeing his adoptive younger brother breaking down to tears. Who knows what that bazooka can do? It looks like new and not to mention dangerous…

If it was even possible, Lambo cried even more and his hand on the trigger…

"JUUDAIME! I brought some—"

And due to the shock on Gokudera's loud voice, Lambo stumbled over, accidentally pulling the trigger as he crashed down the floor. Everyone looked as the still red canon ball of the bazooka lightly rolled over to the most unsuspecting person in the planet: Sawada Nana.

"Oh, what—?" she wasn't even given the chance to ask what on earth a red ball was doing rolling beneath her when the 'red ball' blew up, sending a veil of orange smoke cover Nana's silhouette. And when the smoke dissipated to a light vapor, there was not a part of the light of the house to be seen.

And all active volcanoes erupted within the Sawada residence: Lambo was wailing screeches now; I-pin was close to activating her Pinzu-Timed Super Explosion now due to the shock of finding Mama gone; Reborn, as unusual as it can ever be imagined, was sweating a bullet, his eyebrows a little furrowed; And Tsuna's jaw was dropped as his mind still hasn't processed what had happened to his mom.

Gokudera's incessant questioning of "ARE YOU ALRIGHT, JUUDAIME?" wasn't helping either.

"Lambo," Reborn's tone was not unlike the one Hibari uses when he was interrogating the herbivores to be bitten, "where did you send Mama?"

Lambo whimpered as he sniffed back snot. "L-Lambo d-doesn't know."

"EHH?" Tsuna's girly scream was back full force. "What do you mean we don't know where kaa-san is now? Who knows what will happen? Is she gonna be alright? What if something happened to her? Are we ever going to see her again? This is bad…"

"Juudaime, please calm down. I'm sure we can ask someone from the Bovino, probably," came the hopingly-assuring voice of the right-hand. He needed to be of some good to his boss during these kinds of time.

"Hmm, Gokudera's right." Reborn was scrutinizing the red bazooka. Good thing it doesn't seem to be broken from the impact earlier save for teeny-tiny crack near the mouth. "Call the Bovino."

Nana blinked as she seemingly fell from the sky. She was surrounded by buildings made of brick, most of them only with a single level. The streets were more or less cemented but with stones seen protruding here and there, and not to mention a little bit too uncrowded.

"Where is this?" she wondered as she got herself up, and patted her earthed pink apron. Just a second ago she was in her kitchen, baking some cookies and brewing espresso for the kids, when a red ball suddenly prodded her feet. And then...

"What are you doing just standing there?" came the panicking voice of what she presumed was an old man. She looked at her left and indeed, there was an old man wearing a worn cow boy hat, and a simple shirt under a brown vest. His brown shorts were a little rundown too. "There's another guild that's attacking the city! Come and hide!"

Though not really knowing what a 'guild' exactly is, Nana hurried to obey. Judging from the man's tone and manner alone, this guild attacking the city wasn't a good thing. Seriously, any attacking isn't a good thing.

"Ano, excuse me, but what exactly is this 'guild'?" She whispered as the old man gently pushed her behind him.

After a final look around the streets, the old man whispered back, "It's the guild of the 'Red Fiends'!"

Blinking, she further asked, "Red Fiends?"

The old man seemed to come to a conclusion to himself that this woman before him did not have any knowledge on the said guild. "The Red Fiends is what the guild call itself. They're fairly easy to recognize. Most, if not all of them, have red hair and all of them wear blue bandanas around their heads. Oh wait, there was one bald member of the guild," the old man mused mostly to himself, "so that would make it most of them. And they all have similar tattoos etched on their faces. The tattoos loo-"

And there was an explosion on the street across them. The stationary cart of what looked like watermelons was now bathing in the fruits' red juice. A manic laugh was heard.

"You think you can hide, huh, filthy rats? I know you're there!"

And with another sound of presumably a blunt weapon, Nana heard the glass of a nearby shop's windows shatter. It was followed by a woman's scream.

"H-How.. dare you..?"

"HA! How dare me?" Guffaws from what Nana pictured were buff, tall men were heard. "You dare opposed us? WE'RE THE RED FIENDS! No one can defeat us!"

After a sickening cry of plea, the woman's voice faded. Nana was terrified. What happened to the woman?

"Peek-a-boo!" And a large, red, hairy head popped out from the spacing between the walls.

Bahh.. and here you go. I can't remember what exactly had dove into my mind to think of this. Just that, it was there and I had to write it before it was gone.

I hope you enjoyed reading this. Although please, if you are even thinking of reviewing, please do not include the words: update, soon, now.., especially in one sentence. I do not honestly know when i can continue this (though rest assured, it will be). But that will only be the case, of course, if someone minds enough to leave a review.

I own neither KHR nor FT. Or it would have sucked badly.

~Day-ingle

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