Summary: In a world where the beautiful, the rich, and the confident reside, Tsuna seems to be under the misfortune of an unlucky star all his life. But with the help of a strange baby, can he flip his life 360 degrees? But when a Mafiaso who fits under beautiful, rich, confident, and sadistic takes an interest in our cute failure, Tsuna, his life may even take an extra 180 turn!

Author's Note: Warning for teh slashy-ness. 'Tis be Tsuna's worst nightmare yet. =]

"One" ~ Epik High ft. JiSun

Time is ticking. Time is ticking, ticking away.

The auditorium hushed in anxiety, all eyes focused on the main player on the gym floor. There was only a minute left in this round, and depending on this shot, the school's high school team might end up as the winner of the league. The sound of rapid dribbling drummed on the recently waxed field, and the player dressed in the white uniform of Millefiore Academy swerved past his opposing defense. Now he was dangerously close to the goal, ensuing in an uproar from the competing team.

"Block him, you idiot!" the bulky captain of the inferior high school sports team shouted to the player near the star's area. Said player rushed to obey, frantically flinging his arms wildly in an attempt to subdue the premeditated win. The teen in complete white played around with the defense, dribbling the ball left to right with an air of amusement. The player wearing an orange uniform grasped the chance, leaping forward to divert the ball's rotation.

"Five seconds!" the referee warned.

Foreseeing the action, the attractive teen stepped aside with one quick movement, leaving his opponent tripping on the ground. "Whoops," he said. He jumped up and flicked the ball with a graceful motion, sending it sailing into the basket. The goal quivered in reaction, the ropes swishing slightly as the ball descended.

"And Millefiore wins!"

A congratulatory roar of excitement and delight resounded in the auditorium. The losing team clapped hands with the leading group, congratulating them on their win. Unfortunately for the captain of the team, he never got the chance to applaud the white-haired ace for his spectacular last-minute shot. Instead the star was lost in a crowd of infatuated girls and admiring boys, his lips curled in a mesmerizing smile.

"Byakuran-sama," squealed a pretty brunette, "that last shot was so cool!"

"It's not that big of a deal," he replied, winking. The girl blushed a deep red, opening her mouth to reply but getting instantly shoved aside by a long-haired girl flaunting her cheerleader outfit.

"Byakuran-sama," the blue-haired female twittered, stepping forward from the crowd, "the mobster Xanxus wants to see you. Although" – she flipped her hair at this – "in my opinion you shouldn't bother with the brute." She shot a superior look at the excited girls.

"Ahh, it's fine, Bluebell," Byakuran said, waving effortlessly. "Sorry, but I'll be off now," he told the group apologetically, resulting in wistful reactions from them.

"Hey, it's cool," a light-haired teen spoke up.

The auditorium disassembled, leaving the seats thoroughly abandoned within a minute's time. Byakuran headed out the gym to the northern section of the academy where clubrooms were stationed. An oaken label on a door in the center read: "Student Council." He turned the knob and stepped in quietly. The room had comfortable furniture, a velvet carpet and translucent glass windows behind a worktable. The back of a swiveling leather armchair faced the door, and a dark-haired man slowly turned around. His cold eyes coated the atmosphere with ice.

"Did you want something, Xanxus?" Byakuran asked with his usual smile in place.

Xanxus glared at him and crossed his legs on the counter. "Oi, bastard, think I don't know your shitty famiglia's been messing around with Varia's business in the northeast district?" If possible, his glower seemed to steepen in intensity.

Byakuran raised an eyebrow, leaning on the wall casually and opening his eyes. Clear, ice-blue orbs peered through fair eyelashes. "Is that so, Xanxus?" He sounded amused, but his eyes told otherwise.

"Damn right, Millefiore," the ruthless student council president sneered, glaring him down.

"Apparently the Varia had been trespassing Millefiore territory," Byakuran informed him, his smile returning, albeit a tone of eeriness hidden, "so we had to resort to a bit of, eh, retribution for the breach in conduct."

"Hmm…" Xanxus seemed to be lost in thought. A second later, his fist crashed into the tabletop, splaying ink everywhere and causing an indent in the wood. "I don't give a damn about your trashy retribution! I want your dogs to return the file to Varia where it belongs!" He literally appeared to be breathing fire at this point; he had crunched a soda can into crippled metal.

"We are Mafiosi," Byakuran stated as if by saying that it would solve everything. He was playing with a black flash drive in his hand, his mouth in a smirk.

The dark-haired Varia leader growled in distaste, looking for a moment like a wild lion, his teeth bared to strike. It took a full second for him to calm his temperament, and when he finally settled down, his lips were back in a sneer. A vein throbbed. "Eheheh…" he chuckled suddenly and dangerously. "Ahahahahaha!" he burst out in laughter, slamming his fist on the desk again. Piles of paper floated into a heap on the floor.

Byakuran smirked. "It seems you might be plotting a Vongola riot here in Giappone, hm? I'll be looking forward to that, Xanxus-chan," he endeared, chuckling heartily before shutting the door on his way out.

Snore. He rubbed his eyes as he slept, turning on his side. "Mmm, I knew it, mom," he mumbled absently, "cookies…are always tasty…ehehe…" A loud crash sounded in his room, and he twitched uncomfortably, but continued to sleep. Seconds later, a small, polished boot came slamming into his stomach.

"OW!" he cried, sliding over his bed and landing in a sprawl on the bedroom floor. He clutched the abused part and groaned in pain, his eyes still tightly closed as if refusing to awaken.

"Wake up, baka-Tsuna!" chided a childish voice, although the threat was anything but childish.

"Geez, Reborn," Tsuna grumbled, rubbing the spot tiredly. He cracked an eye open, saw that the baby wasn't there, and flopped down on the ground in an attempt to snooze. He was about to drift off to dreamland when someone grabbed an armful of his hair. "Ow, ow, ow!" he squealed in pain, eyes reluctantly widening. A moment later, he was sent sprawling out his room on his butt with a new bruise on his back.

"Tsu-kun," Sawada Nana sang in a sing-song voice upon the sound of her son's shuffling, "breakfast is ready." Tsuna came from the stairs in his uniform, limping slightly. She didn't notice, but simply patted the seat warmly with a smile. "Today is Friday, so you'll be off tomorrow, right?"

Tsuna nodded, yawning. He cringed when he saw the little monster sauntering across the floor and leaping onto the chair. "Reborn!"

"Ciaossu, Tsuna," he greeted, taking a bite out of the toasted bread.

"You didn't have to hit me – twice – this morning!" cried Tsuna. His mom had already gone back to the kitchen to prepare his lunch.

Reborn called for seconds before replying, "You'd never wake up if I didn't force you awake, right, dame-Tsuna?" The latter groaned in response, finishing his milk. "Anyway, Tsuna," the baby caught his attention, his expression ever so slightly differed, "I have a feeling that something will happen today."

Tsuna looked at Reborn. "Wut kind owf 'sumthing?'" he said, munching away.

The arcobaleno lowered his face under his hat, refusing to answer.

"Eh? Reborn?" The baby had jumped off the chair and made his way outside. Tsuna's mom called out from the kitchen, "Reborn-chan, are you going out early?" She received no answer.

Tsuna glanced at the clock, took a double-take, and shouted, "Waah! I'm going to be late!" He snatched his obento and slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, waving hurriedly at his mom while running out the door. "Five minutes left," he panted, wiping his forehead, "and even after Reborn woke me up twenty minutes early. Ack!" He stopped short, colliding into a tree and offering his face a red mark. "Ow, ow…" Several female students passing by giggled at the public display of stupidity. Tsuna flushed in embarrassment. At least Kyoko-chan wasn't here to see it! The bell tower of his school finally appeared, making him sigh in both relief and hopelessness. Another boring day in school was about to begin, he thought as he climbed up the stairs.

"Meow! Meow-urk!"

Tsuna looked around at the source of the strangling noise. School had just ended, and he was walking home with Reborn when he heard the cry.

"What's that sound?" he wondered.

Reborn, standing on the ledge of the bridge, pointed down at the river in response.

"E-e-eh?!" Tsuna's eyes popped out, staring at the struggling brown cat in the water. It looked worn out, its will to survive quickly dissipating. The cat was going to drown.

"Don't just stand there, baka-Tsuna. Go do something about it," instructed Reborn, and with a swift kick sent Tsuna sailing into the river.

"U-uwah!" A splash of water sounded under the bridge.

"Hm." Reborn smirked in satisfaction.

"Argh! S-save me!" Tsuna sputtered, accidentally swallowing in a puddle of water. His matted bangs obscured his view, and he swatted them away frantically. He could see the cat in front of him slowly start to sink; its "meows" fading. He was going to drown along with it!

"Use your dying will to live to save both of your lives," Reborn said, holding the transformed Leon-gun and aiming it. Tsuna kept on flapping in the water trying to stay afloat, yelling incoherent words. The arcobaleno triggered the bullet, and a lightning-paced object split through air, imbedding itself in the forehead of the blubbering brunet. A fiery flame suddenly flashed on the spot, emitting a bright light in the watery reflection. Tsuna, calm and collected, swam towards the drowning cat, picking it up by the arms and holding it above water. He headed to the riverbank with the setting sun casting an orange radiance on his form, making him seem oddly angelic. Tsuna placed the cat on a padded surface softly. Reborn jogged across the grassy field towards them, carrying with him a first aid kit.

"How's the circumstance?" inquired Tsuna, his Hyper Mode still active. He was dripping water, the droplets dribbling down his cheek.

"It seems to be alive," Reborn confirmed, slapping a Band-Aid on its forehead. The feline mewled despite its shallow breathing.

The flame dispersed, and Tsuna blinked. He looked at the live cat and breathed a sigh of relief, smiling. "Thank god it's all right now!"

Reborn's lips curled into a smile. "Once again you prove to be worthy of being Vongola Decimo."

"U-uh, um," Tsuna stuttered ghastly, perplexed. "R-Reborn! This has nothing to do with it! And I absolutely, definitely, most ultimately refuse to have anything to do with the mafia!"

The arcobaleno just smirked, his expression shrouded under his hat.

"Reborn!"

In the end Tsuna dropped the cat off at the lost and found police center. A telephone call was made to his house later in the day with the news that the owner had retrieved his lost cat. Tsuna was so relieved by this information that he scored in Reborn's review quiz. This, unfortunately, convinced the arcobaleno that his teaching was finally taking an effective turn, thus loading upon his student with more incomprehensible questions.

The bowling alley was bustling with teens as usual, its popularity with high school-ers unfathomable. Neon signs aboard the arcade attracted more couples, and a group of girls and three irresistable boys neared the revolving doors. The females all wore stylish dresses and knee-high boots with perfect hair and make-up done. One of the guys was a blond whose hair covered his eyes, wearing a gold crown and a self-righteous smirk. His trench coat fluttered about and the bells tied to his silver belt jingled mysteriously. Alongside a tall, white-haired male strode a teen with mismatched eyes. He had an aura of superiority, and the back of his head had strands of spiky blue hair. He had on a black turtleneck and boot-cut pocket jeans. The center of the attractive group was Byakuran. His eyes were smiling casually, and there were three strange blue stripes under his eye. He wore a sleek, white collar shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned and casual pants to match.

"U-um, B-Bel-sama," a pale girl stuttered, her face pink, "d-do you want t-to be m-m-my partner in the – "

"Shi shi shi," the blond snickered, having apparently paid no attention to the girl. He was twirling a green bowling ball with the tip of his index finger. "Eight points out of eight," he said, tilting his head at his two male companions as if daring an objection.

"Go ahead, Prince Bel," Byakuran said amusingly, straddling a spectator's chair comfortably. The other teen sitting on the tabletop merely smirked in response.

Bel made a noise as if he was stifling laughter, giving the ball a swift push down the alley. It knocked out all eight bowling pins, resulting in a perfect score for the first round. The girls around him ogled and congratulated him, although all of them seemed to be within a two-meter distance away.

"Of course. I'm born with the blood of royalty after all," Bell stated, smirking with his eyes still hidden. A melodic ringtone rang amongst the crowd, and Byakuran excused himself. A path was made between the group, admitting him through. He wound up outside the building, standing under the shade of a cherryblossom tree. There was a river coursing through the city and a suspending bridge above it. Byakuran answered his Haptic cellphone.

"Hel - " he was cut off abruptly.

"Byakuran-san," a swift voice announced. Noises of busy keyboard tapping ensued in the background.

"Ah," he said, his mood lifting brightly. "Sho-chan! How's the operation going?" As he stood there, he heard an ongoing conversation occuring from the bridge. A petite, spiky-haired brunet wearing a school uniform seemed to be talking to himself. Byakuran raised an eyebrow.

"It's coming along fine," the other side replied. "Anyway, it seems as if the data extracted from Varia approve to be proven true."

"Hm?" He inspected the student critically and saw, most interestingly, a baby wearing a fedora sauntering beside him on the railing. The infant seemed to be pointing at something.

"We managed to crack the code," the voice came back informingly, "it seems as if a certain Vongola-to-be is resident in Japan."

A splash! sounded in the river, and strangled cries escaped. The strange baby was aiming something in his hand at somewhere below. A fiery spect of fire flared up in the river, and Byakuran walked several feet closer to peer at the river.

"Sho-chan, I'll contact you later. Until then, keep working hard," he encouraged merrily, pushing the disconnect tab. The brunet had emerged onto the riverbank with a wet cat, an orange flame on his forehead apparent. He looked much calmer and intuitive, his eyes an interesting shade of caramel. He was sitting on the grass field conversing with the baby.

"How interesting..." murmured Byakuran, his light blue eyes glinting. Coming to Japan was the right thing to do after all, he thought, returning to the arcade in much better spirit than before. The group was alarmed by his outward show of enlightenment, although they hid it well.

Author's End Note: And so action begins next chapter~