REALLY short one-shot. I thought of this in the middle of the night and posted it on Wattpad...

The Farce

Tsuna wanted to stare at his tutor in his new office the morning after his coronation as the Neo-Primo of Vongola. He had expected something much more… terrifying behind the doors, something that Reborn had ingrained into him the moment he started being groomed as the Vongola Decimo. This… this was not what he had expected.

"What.. Is this Reborn?" he said staring dumbfounded on his desk and then up to his advisor/mentor/father figure.

"Surprised are you," he said with a satisfied smirk as he picked up the items in question, riffling through them.

"Yes, because this amount is totally the opposite of what you told me I would have to do."

"Ah, so it is," Reborn smacked the said item back in front of him. "But when did I truly telly you that it was the truth."

Despite the dark aura rising from the brunette from his lie, Reborn chuckled and patted the offending piece on the desk. "Be glad this is the actual amount Dame-Tsuna. I don't place my beliefs in something that is not realistic."

Tsuna calmed down, relief filling him instead of dread, finding Reborn's answer reasonable before picking the object up. "This is all I have to do for the day? Just this stack?"

"Just this stack," Reborn parroted holding out a pen to the Vongola Boss.

"Thank god," and Tsuna picked it out of the hitman's hold before starting on the single stack of paperwork on his first day as Vongola Decimo.

[The End]

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"REBORN, EVERYTHING YOU SAID WAS A LIE!" Tsuna cried as 20 stacks of a hundred the paperwork now stood in place of the one he was working on.

"I didn't lie Dame-Tsuna," Reborn seated on the sofa in the middle of the room, siping his espresso, one of his free finger pointed at the original stack. "That was all you had to do today." Then he pointed to the rest. "The rest is due to your Guardian's mishap on missions: Bills on the destruction of a town; bills and statements from people needing to go to therapy; Mission reports on queue, in-progress, and completed; Complaints from other Famiglia's that came up; Marriage contracts... Ah, you better finish all of this by the end of the day, or there will be more training for you."

"NO WAY!"