Whooo I rewrite it, again... (Just improvement here and there)
This is my very first fic so...
Warning: random filled chapters, flood of OOCness, mass of useless mute shall begone OCs don't mind them, weird people, psycho, revenge, paper works, Reborn is adult reborn but he is not a main character here, I'm not native in English and am not a major (actually my grades are barely passable) at it so there must be a lot of grammar problem, typos, spelling errors, there might be hints of...well... Y'now... (my brain... Forced me to...can't resist...) But is very microscopic, really you would have missed it very very easily, etc etc...
Disclaimer: Don't own it, if I do then...*grins evilly* but...Must... fight...yaoi fangirl...urges...
Ch. 1 Tsuna's Daily Life
It was one quiet morning. Sun rising slowly, Hibird chirping, many working dutifully as always (they don't want to die yet thankyou). From the look of it nothing bad could have happened, Vongola Decimo drowning under floods of paperworks just yesterday didn't seem to bother anyone by one bit.
Then for now, for Reborn, his job is to wake his student up.
His leather shoes clicked loudly in the grave silent room, it is a very neat and nicely decorated hallway pristine clean creamy ceramic tiles lined in a perfect symmetry, a waist-high simple potted plant layed silently on each corner, tall windows lined on one side of the room, Reborn still remembered how much did his dame student made two certain guardians pay for destroying this hallway for the fifth time, and ever since then the room is one sacred place for the mist and the cloud.
Reborn shrugged off his thoughts as he silently walked past several doors.
Reborn stopped in front of a door (the most normal one with mostly wood as it's material) suddenly produced a gold covered key from his cloth clad wrist, then shoved it right into a keyhole on the door. The hitman could have just kick the door open since the security of it was too low to be a door inside a mafia HQ, Irie Shoichi or Spanner never tried to do anything about it because it is the only lucky door since all kind of room in the mansion is smashed into nothingness at least once. But Reborn have another thing in mind rather than waking his student up like any normal tutor would.
As quiet as he can be, Reborn closed the deceivingly heavy door, and he almost (no body is and will be looking) skipped to his student's bed side. Tsuna was clearly in a bliss, limbs sprawled all over the bed, his white dress shirt and black trousers on, a loose pinstripe tie still hung around his neck. "Oi, Dame-Tsuna wake up." Reborn whispered with a smirk, It took two seconds for Tsuna roll on his bed, too interested in his sleep, completely ignoring the sun arcobaleno. Reborn warned once again, "Wake up."
Tsuna subconsciously groaned and tried to cover his ears with a pillow on his bed, rolling away from his tutor's side. "Five more minutes..."
Poor Tsuna just said his death wish.
Reborn's smirk visibly grew wider, his student haven't been sleeping for a while due to multiplying like crazy paperworks, it is already pretty hard to find a certain time where he could wake the brunet up. Well, he couldn't just let this chance pass could he?
Leon jumped from Reborn's shoulder, transforming into a bright green gun mid-air, his owner catched it effortlessly. "I've warned you Dame-Tsuna." He pulled the trigger.
By now, Tsuna should have learned how to trust his hyper intuition more. He did tough, he really did since it saved him numerous life or die situations. But there are certain times did not want to listen to it and pretend it didn't even exist, like now. It was brutally banging from inside his head, he knew this always happen when the problem is mostly life threatening, utter embarrassment or regret always came up. Hyper Intuition may be good but the warnings are way to extreme.
Still, Tsuna chooses to ignore it, and continue in his abnormally peaceful sleep.
Reborn decides that he should use the "Why didn't you use your Intuition, Dame-Tsuna." Excuse.
And he simply shoot.
Tsuna rolled on his bed, the red bullet bounced off his pillow (because of a certain incident to the point where some genius inventors decided to create an anti-everything pillow for their wage's sake) and slowly rolled to the edge of the bed. Reborn let out a "Tch" sound and readied for another bullet, making sure his student wouldn't even dare to move (his killing intent surpasses everything to the point of paralyzing) and shoot, again.
Tsuna was indeed very familiar to the scene before him. One, with the colour he couldn't identify just yet, bullet flying in high-speed towards him and is dangerously close.
He should really have listened...
Tsuna gave out a short yelp of "Hie!" And jumped off his bed with a loud thump, ah, it has been quite some time since he fell down from his clumsiness. If it's not for his depressing experience of brutally getting shot every single morning then he would be in a foreign land in white... Hey, that doesn't sounds all too bad, he could have a lifelong vacation! Tsuna somehow regretted dodging that.
"You are slow, Dame-Tsuna." Reborn smirked but kind of disappointed not able to do some damage.
Tsuna groggily stood up rubbing his violated forehead (the floor had done it and now Tsuna hated it) "Why did you shoot me..." In fact, Tsuna didn't even need to ask when he knew what it is for.
His eyes landed on two bullets on his bed, as if it didn't tried to put a hole in his head just some minutes before. And it is red in color, Tsuna squinted his eyes to see. Great, at the start of the new, just as horrible day filled with overflowing paperworks Reborn tried to make him run all around the mansion half-naked and screaming things he would never ever want other people to hear, and no, he didn't want to deal with fangirls, seriously, seeing blitz of light out of nowhere when you are in the shower is impossibly disturbing.
"You knew it was coming." Reborn turned on his heels and walked his way out of the room, his fun's done for the morning. "And, there's another... 4 stacks of paperworks in your office, by Hibari and yours truly Mukuro."
"Again?" It has been such a repetitive cycle, Tsuna didn't even know how to react anymore at that, he just showed his exasperated look. "Where, when?"
"This morning, Hibari's office, and extended to Bianchi's poison garden."
The hitman could already imagine the moment where the woman came back from her latest self-appointed mission to collect ingredients (somewhere around mountain fuji...) for her poison cooking, find out what happened, and the medic teams have to work overnight due to two certain guardians.
Reborn caught a glimpse of his student smirking mischievously.
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When Gokudera stumbled upon the hallway in the attempt of running to him, Tsuna noticed that today was too quiet.
No holes in his wall, no explosions, no grenades somewhere under his bed, and maybe the destruction of Hibari's office case but there's usually more. It was downright silent there.
Maybe, his guardians learned their lessons, somehow. Tough Tsuna knew it was simply impossible, he just shrugged it off. Before heading straight to his all-mafia school, Tsuna sent a short message to Hibari, Mukuro, and Chrome, and that sadistic glint in his eyes appeared yet again.
The two eventually met Yamamoto on the way (they walked) to school, and as usual, listening to nonsense half of the day.
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By the end of school, Tsuna didn't knew what to say anymore.
He is happy, he really did because school ended but on the other hand, he has to and will do paperworks.
Yamamoto and Gokudera gave weird glances to Tsuna as their boss hit several walls, stumbled every step and desperately clinging to the mansion's main door when Reborn started dragging him into the sacred room.
Gokudera followed Tsuna, to help his boss share the pain and Yamamoto chooses a wise decision with just making sushi for everyone, and lighten up the mood.
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Yamamoto gave some of his 'Takeshi specials' to Tsuna and Gokudera. Tsuna smiled brightly (he saw tears of joy on the corner of Tsuna eyes) and hugged Yamamoto so tight that if it would have been harder the swordsman would have to see a sun guardian.
Gokudera shouted angrily at Yamamoto about interrupting their job and tried to throw dynamite to him, fortunately Tsuna stopped him.
They both thanked Yamamoto, and he was satisfied by it.
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When the raven haired teen shoved Mukuro's office door, nobody was there. He looked around the room in confusion. There was dent here and there, the magenta rug under his foot was a bit torn but not too much, he can also felt the temperature a bit lower than outside, and smell of chocolate mm... Tsuna would really like a piece of that.
Maybe they were all in Hibari's room.
But when he checked, no one was there, in fact, the room wasn't even there.
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He returned to Tsuna's office knocking gently at first, the next five minutes he didn't get an answer, being himself he kicked the door open and grinned happily at his supposed to be there friends.
All he met was paperworks and half eaten sushi.
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What were they all doing? Were they having a surprise party somewhere without telling him? This is not his birthday and nothing special is dated today.
Yamamoto felt his brain overloading started to nap, in a sitting position.
He really would prefer a bed, but is very very tired, suddenly very sleepy...
When he woke up he think he is dreaming.
He should be dreaming, as far as he can tell, dead people couldn't possibly offer him teas right?
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... I never thought I would do that much of change..., I cut it too much...