Sup, this is my first fanfic, so yeah... Some of the characters might seem a little OOC to y'all, but that's because I'm probably not as good at characterization as I like to believe. Tsuna is made to be OOC because he ain't taking people's crap anymore, he's also smarter and stronger, but still the compassionate sky we all know he is deep inside.

P.S. Constructive criticism is appreciated and even just giving me your thoughts on this chapter. Thanks for giving this story a chance, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own KHR or its characters.


"I'm telling you I didn't fucking steal it."

"Look kid. This isn't your first offence, if you just admit it and tell us who helped you, you might be lucky enough to get off with just a warning."

"Why the hell do you think I did it?"

"We got only your face on camera, running out of the store with a couple of other unidentified guys, holding the stolen items. So, just tell us their names and where the stuff is at. That's all."

"Bullshit."

"Brat, this is serious. You just got off probation and still doing your community service hours. Do you really want to go to the Detention Center again so soon?"

"And for the last damn time, I'm telling you I didn't fucking do any of that shit. Ya got the wrong person."

"We got eyewitness reports and surveillance videos that say otherwise."

The kid had the actual gall to scoff.

Police Sergeant Matsuoka just sighed, already knowing the kid wouldn't give a single thing away. This wasn't his first time he had to deal with the little shit. Shaking his head, he turned to the guard standing outside. "Hey! Take him to a holding cell until further notice." Receiving a nod in return, Sergeant Matsuoka stood up and left the interrogation room. Ignoring the mocking goodbye wave from the brat, he went straight to his office.

The guard swiftly walked towards the kid, grabbing him before striding out into the plain white hall.

"Oi! Slow down tree! I can't keep up with your long ass legs dammit."

The guard didn't even blink nor did he have the grace to slow his pace. The kid could only glare darkly at the fucking tree disguised as a man as they passed by a bunch of random doors that led to who knows where. Before long, they entered a metal, heavily locked door that was at the end of the hall. Opening it presented them with a view of a couple of cells, only a few of them occupied.

Going to the first empty cell on the left, the guard roughly shoved the kid in. Swiftly and efficiently, he removed the cuffs currently binding the kid's hands, then stepped back closing the cell door. Ensuring it was locked properly so that there was no chance of escape, the guard took his leave, never to be seen again.

'They should put a welcome back sign in here for me. Maybe even put up a board with my name on it, that way others know not to enter my cell,' the kid couldn't help but think. He then went to lay down on the uncomfortable bench at the back without even glancing at those in the other holding cells before snoozing off.

Nearly 2 hours later, a disgruntled Sgt. Matsuoka stood before the kid, yelling at the boy to wake up.

"What brought you here so soon, I was having a great nap?"

"Shut it brat."

"Oh, what got your panties in a twist?"

The Sgt. just shot said brat a glare, then shut his eyes and released a frustrated sigh. "Kimura Tsuna. Charges against you have been dropped and you are hereby no longer in our custody." Sgt. Matsuoka then opened the cell beckoning for the kid now named Tsuna to follow.

Tsuna raised an eyebrow at this. "Which sleazebag decided to free me?"

"I don't know."

Tsuna looked at the Sergeants face before smirking amusedly. "Ah, so that's why you were in such a bitchy mood." He got another glare in return for his oh so lovely comment.

"So, I thought you had fucking evidence, how the hell did the guy manage to free me, of course, not that I'm complaining about it."

Sgt. Matsuoka just gritted his teeth not bothering to answer making Tsuna's smirk grow wider. "Interesting."

The rest of the walk to the waiting area was in complete silence, leaving the two to their own thoughts. It was only once they reached their destination did the Sgt. finally hand over Tsuna's belongings saying, "Next time, you won't be so lucky."

Tsuna just gave him a mildly amused look. "Nice seeing ya too ya know. Where the hell did your manners go you ass?"

Sgt. Matsuoka gave him a blank stare. He then shook his head slowly muttering something about disrespectful punks while heading towards his office.

"See you soon, old man!"

Tsuna watched as Matsuoka rounded the corner, then shoved his belongings into his pockets before stepping into the waiting area. His eyes immediately focused onto a shadowy figure hidden in the corner near the front doors. Quickly, he adopted his usual disinterested and unreadable stance he uses when dealing with people who could be potential threats.

"Come on out and tell me what you want, fucking Pedophile."


It was a beautiful Wednesday morning in Namimori, the sun was shining brightly with a couple of clouds floating here and there. A light breeze made the temperature just perfect with the birds chirping happily and every single living creature was enjoying the very peaceful atmosphere.

Except in a certain hitman's household.

"GWAHAHA LAMBO-SAMA STOLE AHO-DERA'S FOOD!"

"STUPID COW GIVE IT BACK!"

"Maa~ Maa~ Guys calm down."

"SHUT IT BASEBALL IDIOT! NO ONE WAS TALKING TO YOU!"

In the next room over, you could see two figures fighting it out, completely destroying everything in their path with a lot of "Kufufufuing" and "Kamikorosu" going around. Strangely, or maybe normally in this household, someone was on the sidelines EXTREMELY cheering them on; not joining the fight because of his younger sister, who was standing beside him to make sure he didn't. Over in a separate room was a young girl (whose hair was very similar to the figure that "Kufufufued" a lot) was getting ready for school.

Now, let us go to a certain hitman's room and see how he is starting this fine lovely morning.

A handsome, young man laid on his bed, tiredly staring at the ceiling. 'It is times like these where I regret adopting every single one of them.'

Releasing an exasperated sigh, the man stood up and got ready for the day. After stepping out of the comfort of his room, he headed downstairs where all the commotion was. On the way down, the man removed his signature fedora while being careful with his chameleon partner who was resting on it, so he could run his hand through his hair a couple of times before replacing it back on his head.

Arriving at the bottom of the staircase, the man got a full view of what was going on. To put it simply, it was a War Zone.

Apparently, after Lambo decided to rub it in Gokudera's face about stealing said person's food, Gokudera brought out his mini bombs and threw it at Lambo. In retaliation, Lambo brought out his grenades, so together they utterly demolished the kitchen and the dining room while still going at it. Yamamoto was just to the side laughing while also cutting down any bombs that happened to stray towards him. One glance into the living room told him all he needed to know was that you could no longer call it as such.

Quickly getting tired of all the stupidity in the air, the man let his partner, Leon, crawl into his hand and morph into a gun before shooting twice at the ceiling. At the noise the gun made, everyone in the house immediately stopped what they were doing and stood up straight, back rippling with tension. Which unfortunately gave the bombs already in the air a direct path towards their intended targets. In skilled precision, the man shot any and all fuses on the bombs making them drop to the floor safely.

Yamamoto was the first to come to his senses. "Yo, Reborn."

"I apologize Reborn-san, but it was the stupid cow's fault."

"GYAHAHA! OF COURSE IT WAS LAMBO-SAMA!"

The man, now identified as Reborn, gave a quick nod as acknowledgement. "You idiots should go get ready for school, or else you'll be late. I don't tolerate getting calls about your tardiness." The three quickly went to their rooms, of course, with the usual bickering besides Yamamoto who kept his (creepy as Gokudera calls it) smile on his face.

Reborn walked to the other side in swift strides, only to show the living room in all its destroyed glory. Ignoring it like the professional he is, his attention was focused on the girl to his right, trying *coughfailingcough* to drag her brother into the 'dining rooms' direction.

Reborn grabbed said boy by his collar before asking, "Why is Ryohei unconscious?"

Following him, the sister of Ryohei, Kyoko, smiled brightly. "Ah, good morning Reborn-kun. One of Hibari's tonfas accidently hit Onii-chan on the head."

'Doubt it was an accident.' "So where did he and Mukuro go to?"

"Hibari-kun headed to school already, saying he wanted to make sure no one was violating the rules, or else he would bite the herbivores to death."

'Tch. Pretty obvious for that one. Hope he doesn't think he can avoid punishment for the destroyed living room because none of them will.'

"And I think Mukuro-kun went back to his room."

Reaching the boy's room while Kyoko headed on to hers, Reborn slapped Ryohei's cheeks until he awoke.

"That EXTREMELY hurt!"

In response, Reborn gave a blank stare.

"Oh, EXTREMELY good morning Reborn!"

"Get ready. And be down in 10 minutes," he said it loud enough for everyone to hear before heading back downstairs to make each of their bentos. They had a schedule set for school mornings, each one of them could wake up before 6 o'clock and could not be late for school. They had to make sure they ate a good breakfast or else Reborn would have a little 'talk' with them. On their way out, they'd pick up their bentos Reborn had made for them that morning, sometimes with the help of the girls or Takeshi. Of course, Reborn had Hibari's already made, well aware the boy usually leaves early in the morning to start his duties as the Disciplinary Committee Chairman. Only delayed if he catches sight of Mukuro.

Mukuro and Chrome were the first to come down the stairs.

"Kufufufu, Arcobaleno."

"Good morning Hitman-san."

In return, Reborn gave a nod with his usual smirk plastered on his face. As soon as those two left the house, the other major annoyances came down into the 'kitchen.'

"Why can't you drop off the idiot cow, Reborn-san?"

"Shut up Baka-Dera!"

"You little-"

"Maa~ Maa~ Hayato. It's not all that bad."

"I wasn't talking to you, baseball freak! And who said you could call me that?!"

"I enjoy walking Lambo to the elementary, don't you Onii-chan?"

"It is EXTREMELY fun Kyoko!"

Reborn inwardly sighed as he handed the bentos over to each one of them. "It doesn't matter what you think, if I say you're going to do it then you're doing it, no questions asked."

Gokudera looked away and grumbled something Reborn didn't care enough to decipher. Lambo was too busy being dressed properly by Kyoko to rub it in Gokudera's face for his minor victory. Takeshi and Ryohei were just grinning like loons off to the side. Reborn's eyes softened at the scene.

'Damn. I'm getting soft.' "Now get going, I don't want you guys to be late."

And so those 5 brats were off, leaving him alone in his destroyed house with peaceful silence.

'Ring. Ring. Ring.'

Reborn immediately grabbed ahold of his Leon phone and pressed answer. "Yes."

"Ah, Reborn. How has it been with all those strays you picked up?"

Reborn clenched his fist in anger. "My kids are doing fine, Idiot."

"Ha, ha, ha. That's good to hear, seems you are very protective of them." Reborn gritted his teeth, pissed off that whatever he said to the moron was brushed off so casually.

'Can't let the idiot get to me.'

Careful to keep the anger out of his voice, he asked, "Why did you really call me, Iemitsu?"

There was a sudden change in tone when the reply came. "I need your help."

"…"

"I'm pretty sure Nono already informed you that you will be training the Vongola Heir, correct."

"Yes, your son, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

"Yes, yes of course, but he unfortunately changed his name to Kimura Tsuna."

'It's obvious you couldn't care less if he changed his name or not.'

"Get to the point," he growled darkly.

"Besides the change in name, I was informed that he is currently under arrest for being caught stealing at a local store."

Even in his bad mood, Reborn managed to raise an eyebrow. "I thought your kid was an innocent angel."

An annoyed sigh came through the receiver. "My sweet little Tuna-fish isn't as innocent as I had originally thought. I asked one of my subordinates to check out his record and apparently it seems this isn't the first time it has happened."

"How old was he when he was first arrested?"

Shuffling and crinkling of papers could be heard through the phone. "He was 11. He got caught for pickpocketing and since that was his first time, they let him off with just a warning."

He scoffed. "And you barely found out now trash."

"Reborn-"

"Is there any other important information I should know about."

"I don't know."

"How the hell do you not know, he is your flesh and blood Iemitsu."

"Yes, but I hardly visit to keep them safe, you should know that Reborn. My subordinates-"

"Listen here Iemitsu, your son is someone you are supposed to know personally no matter what. You and I both know there are different ways to keep in contact, but you don't do you, because you actually don't give a shit. Seriously, do you even know the age of your son right now? Honestly, I know you're an idiot, but I didn't think you were such a worthless piece of shit. You have no right to be called a father, or even the CEDEF leader, you fucking disgrace."

Without further ado, he hung up on the asshole. 'Damn that idiot to hell for ruining my mood. And now I'll have to make some calls to see what information they can dig up on the kid knowing anything I got from the imbecile is basically useless.'

ONE HOUR LATER

'Are you serious?' Reborn could feel a headache already beginning its attack on him because of the lack of information on Kimura Tsuna. He completely understood the reason for the change in last name, even approved of it, so he was going to refer to him as such. I mean, who wanted to be related to a bumbling scumbag.

Anyways, back to the problem at hand, he reread the details he had written when he had gotten ahold of a couple of his contacts.

Name: Kimura Tsuna

Birth Name: Sawada Tsunayoshi

Age: Unknown; Estimated 14 years old

Birth Date: Sometime in October

Location: Namimori, Japan

Residing: Unknown

School: Said to go to Namimori Middle but attendance shows he only went on the first day.

Mother: Sawada Nana

Location: Namimori, Japan. Her residence is unknown for having moved a while back with Kimura Tsuna, though no one bothered finding out the exact location.

Sire: Sawada Iemitsu

Location: Sicily, Italy. His residence is CEDEF Headquarters.

Other: Part of the Katsu Kotei yakuza in Shirimasen, town to the west of Namimori.

And the rest of it was of his personality and appearance when he was about 5 years old, along with two sheets of paper showing his records. So, all in all, it didn't help for anything. There were far too many blanks for Reborn to realize that nobody knew much about who was going to be the Vongola Decimo.

'It's obvious the only reason he has been caught countless of times is just to cover for those that he works alongside with. Basically, a scapegoat, a pretty good one at that, but it can't be all he's good at. Seeing how the other people he works with trust him so much, there must be something else. And apparently, he's in one of the top yakuzas in Japan. Great, it keeps getting better and better.'

He stood up and straightened out his suit before heading out towards the Namimori Police Station.

'Well, won't this be interesting,' Reborn thought despite his frustration at the way the day had been going so far. He always did enjoy a good challenge.


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If you find any mistakes, please tell me, I'm not going to take it up the butt, promise. It would help a lot actually, especially since Xanxus666 (some dude who helped me with this story) is a lazy ass but still helpful- when he feels like it. Thanks, till next time.