Author's Note: Why am I posting another story? I have other stories I should be working on. Gosh, it's ridiculous. Well, I hope this is liked. I've been wanting to write a next generation fic and here it is. It actually turned out better than I thought it would and the second chapter is even in the process of being written. Don't expect this to be like the other next generation fics. I want mine to be a little differnet. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Reborn. That is all Amano-sensei's, which I'm glad to hear is all right after the earthquake. =) Anyways, I only own the OCs that will be introduced throughout the story.

Nails, digging into his scalp as his eyes dart around, looking for somebody, anybody, to save him from this person – this monster – that has been longing for his death from afar for such a long time.

The monster leans forward, whispering in a feminine voice as the boy breathed rapidly, fear encasing his whole being. "I've been waiting for this moment and finally, I'm able to make this happen." With that, the woman retracted a hand from his head and grips onto a nearby knife. "Goodbye, my darling." With that, the knife is brought down and implanted into the boy's chest, killing him in an instant.

Sawada Shisui rises from his bed in a rush, his face damped in sweat and his brown hair in messy tangles as his wide eyes stare down at the clutched cover in his hands, recalling the dream he had been just having.

It was the same one he'd been having for months, the one that has been haunting him since the day his mother died and he'd started living on his own at the young age of fourteen only three months ago.

Why was he having these dreams and did they always have to be so cruel? In each dream, the boy always died in different ways. Sliced to death, overdosed, bombs strapped to him, and the most recent, a knife in the chest. What is with this dream and why won't it go away? Could it be possible that there was meaning and the young Sawada must figure out what that is?

He shook his head. No. It was just a stupid, old dream. Why look into something that will just pass in a couple of months or so? But, even with that in mind, his thoughts were restless about the fact that the dream was still there, demanding every single second of his time.

A sigh escapes, his exasperation leaving him as he lets it all out in a silent matter. No need to get frustrated over this when there were things to do, people to see. He can't just stay here in his bed forever, pondering what kind of meaning the dream has. He must get ready for the school day.

So, clad in only boxers that were sticking to his skin due to the sweat, the boy exits his bedroom and heads for the bathroom where he takes a quick shower, taking the time to not only wash up, but to also convert his thoughts so they won't be focused on the insane dream anymore. Though, that is harder said than done.

Once finished with his shower, he dries off with a towel and dresses into the traditional Namimori Middle School uniform: white long-sleeved shirt, black vest, navy tie, and black pants. While looking a bit spiffy and sophisticated in an odd way, he was obviously a middle school student with his babyish face and particularly short height, which he had apparently inherited from his father.

When his mother was still alive, she would tell him stories about his father and comment that they both looked exactly alike. If that were true, then it would seem Shisui has every right to blame his appearance on his father, even if he has never seen the said man even once.

According his mother, his father had been her high school's boyfriend up until the day he disappeared without warning. It happened that just the day before, they had themselves to each other and made love. Then, just a month after his father's disappearance, his mother found she was pregnant and she didn't doubt for one second who it belonged to.

It – or rather he – belonged to Sawada Tsunayoshi.

That was the only thing he knows about his father. Just his name. He hasn't ever even seen a photo either. His mother had burned every single photo of him she had in anger after that day, so he just had to go by what his mother always described: wide-eyes, messy brown hair, innocent smile, short height, and a blush that appeared every time he was embarrassed or exasperated, sometimes almost deciding it never wants to go away. In that description, Shisui recognized himself, which caused him to feel anger boil deep inside him. It's bad enough his so called father left his mother, but he has to look like that man also? He'd rather be cursed to eternal ugliness.

Suddenly, Shisui's fist slams into the wall just two inches away from the mirror, his eyes wild with fury as the wall under his fist cracks slightly from the immense pressure. That was one thing he know he didn't get from his father and it was his temper. That was definitely his mother's. He was never going to let that go.

But even so, with a sigh, he takes his fist away from the wall and pushes back his anger. There was no need to overreact right before school where he needed to keep a level head if he doesn't want to cause trouble. So, getting his thoughts back to the present, Shisui brushes his teeth and hair, exits the bathroom, and then reenters his bedroom to grab his bag which held his homework from the night before. Unlike his father, Shisui was a bit more intelligent and his grades were average. They weren't overly empowering like they probably should be, but the boy didn't care. As long as he wasn't failing, it didn't matter if he did an outstanding job or passing through it with an average GPA. He had no need for failing such simple subjects.

Shisui takes the steps down two at a time, heading for the kitchen once he reaches the bottom. Inside the kitchen, he pops two pieces of bread into the toaster, heading for the fridge to grab the jelly. Once the toast was finished, he grabs it and covers both pieces in grape jelly. He then puts the jelly away and takes a hold of the jelly-covered toast, leaving the kitchen and heading for the front door where his shoes are. He makes quick work of putting his shoes on, leaving in record time as he takes a bite of the toast.

Of course, the boy was in no hurry to get to school. There wasn't even any worry of being late. He is a person that has to work by a certain schedule, and on his schedule, he awakens early enough to take a shower, dress, fix a small breakfast, and hurry off to school. With that schedule, he has never once been late to school.

Though, without a doubt, things can change quite easily if there were to be any sort of distraction.

Shisui walks slowly down the streets of Namimori, taking his time with the toast. Why gulp it down and not enjoy the crunchy and sweet taste that he was putting into his mouth? About halfway to the middle school, he suddenly notices a very short figure by the corner of the street he was traveling. Curious, he decides to eat the last few bites of his second piece of toast whole and chews as he approaches the figure. The figure appeared to be an infant wearing a black suit, a black and orange fedora, and a green chameleon on the brim on the hat. His face was hidden in the shadow of the fedora, masking his eyes from the middle school student's view. Sighing, Shisui stops beside him and crosses his arms, staring down at the baby with emotionless blue eyes. "What is a baby doing here?"

Surprisingly, the blue eyes were met with onyx eyes that were even more apathetic than his. "I'm just waiting for somebody."

Shisui's eyes almost popped out of his head at hearing the baby speak so fluently and without even making a mistake. But, he didn't let such a thing happen, responding as he questioned silently everything he knew about babies. "And who would that be?"

For the few moments where the baby was slowly turning toward Shisui, the air was filled to the brim with silence and tension, no breath being inhaled nor exhaled. The baby then raises his index finger and points. "You."

Stunned, the boy dumbly replies, "Eh?"

A sigh escapes the baby, as if this happens all the time and it was starting to get old. "How about I introduce myself first? I'm Reborn. I'm a hitman from the Vongola family."

Shisui felt as if his mind had went on a vacation and decide to leave him with anything good to say. Then, as his mind returned, he reacted the only way he thought was reasonable. He burst out laughing, his stomach aching as he shook from the action. "Ha-ha...so...funny. Ha...nice joke...ha-ha-ha...baby. A hitman...oh my god...ha-ha...my stomach!" Suddenly, in the middle of the boy's laughing fit, the baby hitman aims a kick to Shisui's stomach, causing more pain than he would prefer. "Ouch, that hurt. Where'd you acquire such strength?"

Reborn raises his small finger up to the brim of his fedora and lets his chameleon crawl onto it. "When you're a hitman, you must be able to fight. That means you must have strength."

Shisui rolls his eyes as he stands up, rubbing his stomach a little. "Well, obviously. It just doesn't seem likely for a baby like you to already have such strength at a young age."

Choosing to ignore the comment, Reborn begins to walk with the boy. "Sawada Shisui. Age fourteen. Seventh grade. Likes: schedules, peppermints, green, and jogging. Dislikes: bubble gum, tardiness, and rain. Never lets himself have any free time during the day. Always has to be doing something."

"What the hell?" Shisui questioned, staring at the baby as if he was insane. How did this infant know so much about him when they have only just met? Does this have anything to do the fact that he had been waiting for the middle school student? It seemed plausible.

As if what he just said had never escaped his lips, Reborn announces, " From this day on, I will be your tutor. I will be staying in your home and you will feed me."

With a sigh, Shisui kneels down to Reborn. "Sorry to ruin your fun and all, but my grades are perfectly fine. If I wanted, I could be the best in my class, but what's the point? And why would I give you food and shelter when you probably already have a home to return to?"

"Because, my home is now with you."

"Dammit, this is nuts." Standing back up, he continues his walk toward the school. "I really need to start getting more fresh air. A talking baby hitman? Vongola family? What the fuck? Seriously." Beside the boy that was muttering, Reborn looked on in amusement, enjoying his new student's confusion. It was better than the sudden freak-out his previous student had when Reborn told him who he was. But, even so, he had to admit those were wonderful times when he basically tortured him.

As Shisui continues his quiet rant, Reborn leaps onto his shoulder and gets comfortable as he says, "You know, when I said tutor, I didn't mean for anything school related."

Ceasing his mutters, he looks at the baby, shocked. "What can a tutor teach for rather than school?"

Smirking, the infant replies, "On how to be a mafia boss."

"Be a mafia boss? But..." he trails off, suddenly putting the pieces together. "Wait a minute! Are you saying you're going to teach me how to become a mafia boss?"

"Yes."

Silence, and then, "You are fucking insane."

Before the middle school boy said even another word, there was a green pistol pointed to his head. "Really? Does this prove that I'm a hitman?"

Trying to act as if he is still in denial, Shisui stares at the gun from the corner of his eye and says, "You know, you shouldn't play with guns. It's dangerous. Babies like you will only get hurt."

"Or, you'd be the one getting hurt. And, it won't be done with mercy."

Trying to hide his fear, he swallows around the lump in his throat. "Seriously, you should put that gun away before somebody gets hurt."

Reborn pushes the gun against Shisui''s head even more, threateningly. "Nobody tells me what to do."

"Well, I just did."

Smirking, he takes the gun away from his new student's head. "You're an interesting guy, Sawada Shisui. I'd kill you, but that would be going against my orders."

Sighing with relief, a smile inches it's way onto Shisui face. "Thank you, Reborn."

"You're welcome, Blue Thunder."

Shisui freezes at the mention of his nickname. "How do you know of that?"

"I get around."

"But, only people that are attending or teaching at Namimori Middle School know of that nickname."

"Like I said, I get around. I gather information."

The smile reappears, but this time it's quite different. In it, there was a hint of cleverness etched into it. "I suppose you know of the story behind it also?"

"Of course I do. What kind of information gatherer would I be if I didn't get the story behind something?"

Smirking now, Shisui turns, remembering that he had a destination to reach. "Who knows? But, I think you and I will end up getting along quite well."

"Touché."

Anyways, is it any good? I hope you liked it. Please review!
-Ashley(dolphinherovamp5)