"Tobi! I'm gonna kill you," Deidara, former member of Iwagakure, growled to his 'partner'. Honestly, he didn't know how this dope got into such an elite organization. Currently the masked man, though he seriously doubted that he could be called such, was running straight through the woods.
"But sempai, I heard something from over here," he whined, arms flailing behind as he pushed forward.
"I'm not your fucking sempai," Deidara yelled, though he did want to have a good fight.
They pushed through the foliage, hands on their weapons. They expected to see someone threatening, even hoping for the nine-tailed jinchuriki. One thing that they didn't expect was a civilian looking girl, only a bit younger than the blonde, who appeared to very lost.
She stood in the clearing whipping her head around, taking the black braids with her. In her hand she clutched a bag, one usually used for food delivery, and it seemed to be worrying her.
"Oh, I can't let Kawahira-san's noodles get soggy again," she muttered, gray shifting to the forest floor. "But I can't be in town; I don't see Tsuna-kun."
"Tobi'll help the pretty girl," said man announced once leaving his hiding place, forcing Deidara to come out as well.
"Who are you?" the girl asked politely, but she still put her guard up. Tobi sweatdropped; hadn't he just introduced himself?
"If you were paying attention, un, then you'd already know. I'm Deidara, un," he spoke harshly, adding his name as an afterthought. The girl looked down; she had only asked to be polite.
"I am I-pin, can really help me find Kawahira-san?" she asked skeptically; Tsuna-kun never knew who she meant, much less who he was.
"You have a weird name!" Tobi exclaimed, as if it were the correct response. "Of course I can help you; I'm a good boy!" Deidara sighed, it was gonna be a long mission.
Somewhere else…
"Lambo! How many times do I have to tell you to stop using the 10-year-bazooka?" a 14 year old brunette loser by the name of Tsunayoshi (Tsuna) Sawada groaned. The child had, once again, sent his friend 10 years into the future. Lambo burst into tears and Tsuna felt guilty, patting his afro in condolence while Reborn called him weak.
There wasn't much they could do now aside from waiting for future I-pin to show up. The familiar bang and puff of smoke went off and they looked for their ramen delivering friend. They didn't get her.
In front of them stood a pale skinned, opal eyed, blunette of a girl.
"Are you okay?! Your veins are showing!" Tsuna exclaimed, ever the worrier. The girl just sighed and closed her eyes, the veins slowly receding to back under her skin.
"Would you like to join our Famiglia?" Reborn asked seriously.