Please forgive all the the grammar mistakes. :/ I know that my English is horrible, but I love KHR and I'd love to share this story with everyone here. This is my first KHR fanfiction.

Katekyo Hitman Rebon belongs to Amano Akira. I do not own them.

Italics – thoughts

The Start Of Something New

Chapter 1

Reborn inhaled the strong aroma of his cup of coffee before he sipped it slowly, savouring the bittersweet taste that lingered on his tongue. The hitman looked out of the window, enjoying the view as much as he could before this peacefulness disappears. After all, he knew that he wasn't the only one from Vongola to be on this plane. He was pretty sure that a certain stupid cow followed him secretively, although it's not much of a secret anymore; either because said cow isn't good enough to cover his own presence, or because he had experienced this many times already. He just hoped that the cow wouldn't disturb him. Die, Reborn! He could already hear Lambo's annoying voice in his head. The cup of coffee was collected by the stewardess in whom Reborn thought had her top revealed more than it should be. Not to mention that she gave him a wink and a smile before leaving Reborn to smirk, and he proceeded to take a nap, hoping that nothing disturbs him while he rests.

Damn! Lambo searched around the airport, but there was clearly no sign of Reborn. I've lost him. He tried focusing on those wearing a clean cut tuxedo and a fedora, but it seemed like Reborn had successfully cut off his trail. Gotta … stay … calm … He wanted to cry, but then he snapped from his thoughts and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. "It's alright, I've got the hotel address that Tsuna booked for him!" Or should I say, US? "Gyahahahah wait for me Reborn! I'm coming!"

He got into a cab, showing the driver the name of the hotel as his evil little mind thought of how to surprise Reborn when he'll see the hitman later. Well, probably Lambo did change a little. It used to be How should I kill him? Using grenades? Should I put explosives under his pillow? And now it became How should I surprise him? Should I sneak into his room and crawl onto his bed while he was sleeping? Should I hide all of the milk and grapes in the fridge so that he couldn't find it?

"Hmmm… But Reborn wouldn't care about grapes and milk anyway… What should I do…" The boy with cow-printed shirt stared out of the window.

"We've reached the destination, sir."

Lambo observed the huge, high class-looking hotel in front of him but a certain familiar figure caught his attention. "Reborn!"

He was about to pay for his cab fees, but he saw the hitman getting into another available cab.

"Mister," Lambo told his cab driver, "Please follow the cab over there." He pointed at the cab that Reborn got onto, and the cab driver pressed the accelerator. Lambo knotted his eye brows. "Just where are you going, Reborn?" He tried figuring out the places that Reborn would have been interested. Bistro? Coffee shop? Or he's meeting up with the targets of his mission? Or maybe Reborn is meeting up with an old friend? After all he had alliances from all over the world…

The cab stopped in front of a restaurant and Reborn got down from his cab. Lambo followed suit; he didn't want to lose track of Reborn anymore. He figured that this is the place where Reborn was supposed to meet up with the so-called dangerous assassins that Tsuna mentioned to him before. He'd known Reborn for so long, and he was very sure that Reborn wouldn't be interested in the food from this place. Thus, the only possible answer was that his targets were inside of this restaurant.

"I can let you go with Reborn, but-"

"Wait, Vongola," Lambo interrupted, "I'm not going with him. I'm following him, without him noticing."

"Alright, fine. But Lambo, you have to promise me one thing," Tsuna reluctantly said. "Do not follow Reborn when he's meeting up with the assassins. This group of people is dangerous, and that's why I've assigned Reborn to deal with them."

"What are these people up to?"

"Lambo," Tsuna said firmly, "Just promise me, or I will not let you go."

"Alright, alright," Lambo said, "You have my words, Vongola."

Tsuna trusted Lambo, knowing that he wouldn't break his promise. After all, the cow child had grown so much. Still a crybaby, but nonetheless he had matured a little compared to his five year old self.

"Have a safe trip."

Reborn entered the restaurant casually, although Lambo realized that the hitman's hands were ready to grab his revolver when the time comes. Probably because he had always tailed Reborn when he doesn't have any mission (Tsuna only assigned simple missions to him), he became accustomed to Reborn's every move and actions. Lambo moved to a nearby wall and found a comfortable spot to lean on while waiting for Reborn to complete his mission. "Dangerous assassins, huh? They'd be no match for Reborn." He smiled. "After all, Reborn is very strong." He snapped out of his thoughts. "Why do I sound like I'm very proud of him? Goodness." He clenched his fists, "I'll be a great hitman one day and beat him!"

It seemed like a commotion started in the restaurant, because a few girls ran out of the restaurant screaming, followed by a crowd of people gushing out of the place. Seems like it started already, Lambo noted. He took a grape flavoured candy from his pocket and popped one into his mouth. He was about to pop in a second one but then he saw a group of people, wearing decent dress shirts and suits just like Reborn rushing out of the restaurant. He was puzzled as why those people with decent looking authority were acting out of character. I mean, they should be having a calmer demeanor like Reborn, right? They should have presented themselves in a more proper way, just like what gentlemen should do, and not rush and push against people just to get out of the restaurant.

Just then he thought his eyes had deceived him. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, just like how he'd enjoy tricking Reborn.

He saw one of men from the supposingly-gentlemen-looking group of people carrying an unconscious body out of the restaurant.

He stared at the unconscious body being stuffed into a van before all of the members of the assassination group entered the van, and his own body seemed paralyzed.

He recognized the fedora of the unconscious man.

The van drove off.

His candy fell off from his fingers.

The fedora was Reborn's.

"…" Lambo gaped. "Im-Impossible…" His eyes widened. Reborn… fell into the hands of the enemy?!

His instincts told him to tail the mysterious van, and he ended up in front of a rundown building. "This place freaks the hell out of me," Lambo commented, "If Kokuyo Land is freaky, then this place is ten times worse." He stopped in his tracks and checked his cellpho- Wait. Battery low. "I should head back to the hotel and call Tsu-" … but the cab left the place already. He sighed. "Seems like I'll have to inspect this place by myself." He touched his horns and made sure that he had his Vongola ring with him.

"It's weird," Lambo's shoes making no noise at all as he walked around the building cautiously, "Where are all those people?"

For the first time, he felt distant from Reborn. For the first time, he was afraid. The thought of losing Reborn had never crossed his mind. It was Reborn who had always acted like hero and protected everyone. It's was Reborn whom everyone would rely on.

He had always chased Reborn around, throwing grenades at the older man but ended up hurting himself.

He had always wanted to surpass the world's greatest hitman.

Lambo clenched his teeth, "I will not let anyone kill Reborn. He is only allowed to die in my han- What?!" The tile that he was stepping on split into half, revealing an opening. He fell into the deep hole awaiting him, feeling the pull of gravity as he lost consciousness.

TBC

A/N: I know it's impossible for Reborn to get caught. But hey, maybe the hitman has something planned behind out backs?