Author's Note: First go at writing a fanfiction. Would love to hear some feedback! This story has been set two years into the future, in hopes of maturing some of the characters. Tsuna and co. are in high school. Reborn is still Tsuna's home tutor, and training him to be the next Vongola boss. Tsuna is as unwilling as always. This story will contain BoyxBoy, so I suggest you leave now if you aren't comfortable reading about such topics. Lastly, I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, or any of its characters.

Hope you enjoy!

Sawada Tsunayoshi had been dreading this moment. As he stood leaning against his kitchen counter, he counted the seconds going by in time with the clock. 1…2…5 seconds passed. He let out a shaky sigh.

It was the night of which his beloved home tutor had decided to host a party. To anyone else this may have seemed like a fun way to spend a Friday night; maybe watch a movie, play some games, and generally have a good time. To Tsuna it sounded like utter hell. There were two reasons for this- the first being the guest list of this "little" get-together, as Reborn had so simply described it.

All of Tsuna's guardians had been invited; even the ones who wanted to beat him up, and/or possess his body, thinking of two in particular. A few others had been blessed with these invitations. The boss of the Cavallone family, better known as Dino, had actually expressed excitement at the possibility of getting to know Tsuna's guardians. The Millefiore's Byakuran had also seemed eager to spend time with the very person who defeated him, ten years in the future. As he had said his goodbyes, the man had mentioned inviting Shoichi Irie as well, to which Reborn approved. It had been a miracle when he had convinced Kyoko to not go to the party, and his pride had definitely suffered a hard blow. Tsuna, who was overwhelmed with the situation as it was, had decided not to question who else Reborn may have invited over to the house, in fear for his ever dwindling sanity.

The second reason for his concern, he thought, running a hand through his unruly hair, was the fact it was Reborn. Nothing good ever came from the hitman's schemes. Learning to swim? Almost drowned. Math homework? Say goodbye to half the house. So called "mafia" training? Not even going to go there… Still, it was with this overwhelming evidence Tsuna came to the conclusion that having this party was a bad, bad idea. But Reborn always got his way, as the ringing of the doorbell clearly indicated. The first of the guests (or victims, Tsuna thought warily) had arrived.

Opening the door Tsuna was met with the faces of his best friends, Yamamoto Takeshi and Gokudera Hayato. Gokudera, always eager to please the future Vongola boss was the first to greet Tsuna, with his usual enthusiasm.

"Good evening Tenth! Sorry I'm late." The bomber exclaimed, even though the clock showed he was a few minutes early. It was 6:48 pm. Only four hours and twelve minutes to bear, if all went well.

"Are we the first ones here, Tsuna?" Yamamoto questioned, scanning the household for any signs of life.

"Yeah, you are." Tsuna said, moving aside to let the two guests in. "My mother went on a sudden vacation tonight, so she won't be here to help set up. Would you two lend me a hand with the snacks?" He asked, having decided to ignore the blatant lies Reborn had told him about not being involved in his mother's abrupt plans.

"No problem Tenth!" Gokudera cried, dashing into the kitchen with the others trailing closely behind. They were going to have a long night ahead of them.

Time: 7:19 pm

The group of guests had gathered in the small living room of the Sawada residence, their laughter and chatter filling the house. They were catching up with one another, wondering what events had been going on in their daily lives. For some, it had been a few years since they had seen each other. Tsuna looked about the room, pleased with the outcome. Almost all of the guests seemed to be having a good time, sipping soda and helping themselves to the assortment of fruits, nachos, and penguin cheddar crackers (courtesies of Yamamoto). The fact that nothing had been broken or anyone injured, in Tsuna's eyes, was a blessing in itself. Gokudera, Yamamoto, and Ryohei were having a seemingly passionate debate, Lambo and Chrome seemed to get along, oddly enough, and Dino and Byakuran were entertaining themselves with an old photo album.

"Hey, D-Dino! Where did you find that?!" Tsuna shouted, realizing what the old book contained.

"Tsuna was such a cute kid, wasn't he?~" Byakuran teased, pointing at a picture of a two year old Tsuna, who had been running around clad in only a diaper, a cape, and a pair of yellow rubber boots.

"…Don't mention this to anyone, ever." Tsuna said blushing, after an awkward, long silence.

"We'll keep your secret, little bro!" Dino grinned reassuringly, but then the smile faltered, and was replaced by a lopsided smirk. "At least, I will try to. Tonight's events might make that a challenge."

"What? Reborn actually told you what his evil plans are?" Tsuna asked, astonished. It was at that very moment the arcobaleno in question stepped into the living room. A hush fell quickly over the room, leaving a silence so true one could hear a pin drop. The individual to break the spell was the last person Tsuna would have expected.

"Ready to tell me why you insisted I come to this petty gathering?" None other than Hibari Kyoya inquired. He had been standing towards the back of the room, presumably trying to escape the noise and bustle. Aloof as he was, the skylark was agitated with the whole situation, and it was shocking he had been patient as long as he had been. All eyes turned to Reborn, also anxious to hear the reason as to why they were invited. Most of the room's occupants knew Reborn well enough to guess he had some other plan in mind.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? I just wanted to have a party with all of my friends." Reborn said, voice dripping with sarcasm. It seemed he didn't care to explain himself, however. "I thought it would be fun to chat with all of you, reminisce about old times, have a small game of truth or dare…"He trailed off, surveying the reactions of several guests. Absolutely delightful. From absolute horror, to eager smiles, to suspicious glares, there was certainly a large assortment of people throughout the room. He strode forward, an empty bottle in hand, towards the small wooden living room table.

"Shall we test your luck now?" The man mocked, placing the bottle onto the table and giving it a swift and controlled spin. Around and around it went, the inhabitants of the room now crowded in a circle around the table.

"The rules are simple. Speak the truth, or brave the dare. I will give you a deck of questions, in case you are too unoriginal to come up with your own." He explained, tossing the deck onto the table. "Do the dare, or give the truth. I won't say it again. No chickening out. I ask that any of you who think they can't handle the pressure leave now." Reborn finished, gesturing towards the open door. All was quiet for a moment except for the rapid spinning of the glass bottle. No one moved.

"All right then, time to get started. I hope you all keep to your word. I will be back later to check on you kids." He smirked, tilting his hat forward before exiting through the gaping front door. He was, without a doubt, not a person to be messed with.

Tsuna had just finished this thought when suddenly all eyes were on him. He looked around at the many faces, puzzled as to why they were staring at him like he had just declared a love for the Spice Girls. Tsuna quickly clued in, to his horror, that the first victim of this cruel game of which the bottle designated was him. Byakuran was the first to speak, giggling as he turned toward the timid, petrified boy.

"Truth or dare?"