Ciaossu! I'm bringing this story over from Lunaescence. This follows very closely to the canon story line at first, but will eventually branch off a little. Hopefully you guys like this. Please tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR or it's characters.

Chapter 1: Home Tutor

It was dark, smoke tendrils slowly floating up towards the ceiling of the classy bar. Sitting in two stools at the front of the speakeasy were two men dressed in expensive looking suits. Glasses filled halfway to the brim with ice and scotch sat in front of them as they shared in conversation. Nothing out of the ordinary was said, they were just two ordinary looking businessmen out for a mundane drink at nice bar. However, that changed almost instantly.

Silence overtook the patrons of the bar as the double doors opened and almost everyone turned simultaneously. Standing before them was a baby, but not just any ordinary baby. Smirking obsidian eyes scanned the small amount of people in the room, the brim of the baby's dark hat falling down to cover his eyes in shadow. His attire consisted of an extremely expensive Italian suit that practically screamed that he had riches. A giant yellow baby's pacifier hung from a necklace around his neck, seemingly giving off a dangerous aura.

"Reborn," one of the men at the bar muttered without turning, a smirk falling onto his face.

"Called out by the old man again?" The other man voiced, his tone hinting at a smile.

"Popular one has it tough," the first man spoke again, jealousy coloring his tone as he took a small sip from the glass of scotch in his hand. "Is it Rome this time? Venice?"

"It's Japan," the baby spoke, the green chameleon on the brim of his hat crawling onto his shoulder. He still stood at the entrance of the bar, the dying light of the sun behind him keeping him immersed in shadows.

The first man turned at the answer, shock coloring both his tone and his features. "Japan?"

The second man turned and shared a look with his companion. "Does that mean he finally decided?"

"This one will probably be a long journey," the baby they called Reborn responded.

A battle cry suddenly sounded from behind Reborn. A man ran at him, knife in hand! The baby stood there, not moving until suddenly, he swiftly turned on the heel of his expensive shoes, too fast for the attacking man to catch. A green gun was held in his chubby hand and he pointed it right at the forehead of his would-be attacker. The man, wide-eyed and suddenly very afraid, let the knife slip from between his fingers.

"This isn't a just tie," Reborn smirked darkly at the stiff man. The older man gasped and let his eyes close to await his imminent death. It never came.

The gun that had remained unwavering and trained on the man abruptly began to glow before slowly transforming back into the green chameleon that once rested on Reborn's hat. Its yellow eyes wide and smiling, before being encased in a bright light once again. It transformed back into a gun and the baby finally looked out from underneath the brim of his hat.

"My name is the hitman tutor, Reborn!" He swiftly raised the gun back towards the now very petrified attacker's face. His chubby finger pulled the trigger of his gun and his target let out a scream as a bullet embedded itself into the wall just millimeters above his head.


Somewhere very far away in Namimori, Japan

"Tsuna? Tsu-chan!"

A womanly voice echoed throughout a normal looking home in a normal looking town. Her voice was motherly and bordered on worry when she realized that her calls weren't being answered.

"Tsuna! You're going to be late, again!"

Nana Sawada was a pretty woman, short brown hair framed a youthful looking face and brown eyes shone with innocence and kindness. Blue shorts fit perfectly to her long, tan legs and was almost completely covered by a white apron draped around her shoulders.

When the woman failed to get a response yet again, she sighed and softly padded through the normal looking kitchen and up the normal looking brown stairs. "I guess it can't be helped."

When she finally reached the top of the stairs, she padded down a short hallway before stopping at an ordinary white door. Knocking, she sighed yet again when she got no response and pushed the door open.

If a stranger were to enter that room, they would have instantly been horrified and maybe even a little frightened at what they saw. It was a bedroom, that could obviously be seen, however the amount of mess that littered the floor would have made anyone queasy. Dirty clothes were strewn about in random places, some on the floor and some on a small round table in the middle of the room. Others hanging off of the end of the twin sized bed and a hamper in the corner of the room. Half-eaten snacks covered what was supposed to be a desk and books lay open all over the place. Open DVDs littered the shelf hanging above the bed. There was barely an open space for anything.

The thing lying on the bed however, was the object of Nana Sawada's concern. A girl, or at least she appeared to be a girl, was fast asleep and snoring. Her slim body half hanging off of the bed and the blue bed sheets intertwined around her thin legs. Wild brown hair fanned out around her sleeping face like a veil, half of it in her open and drooling mouth. She twitched ever-so-often, a stream of unintelligent words spewing from her mouth. In conclusion, the exact opposite of what someone might think a girl's room would look like.

"Tsu-chan?" Nana called as she entered the room, a look of annoyance on her face. "Messy as usual."

Picking her way across the hazardous room, she reached out and shook the girl's dead looking body. "Wake up, Tsu-chan."

Upon getting no response yet again, she closed her eyes and sighed, "this happens every morning. Hm?"

She hummed, a piece of paper sticking half out of the dirty desk catching her attention. She unfolded it and gasped before a look of almost acceptance passing over her face. The paper that she held in her hands was not just an ordinary piece of a once-alive tree. Oh no. In fact, it was a math test. A very bad and very failed math test.

"This is usual too." Nana rolled her eyes before she turned sternly to the teenage girl still obviously asleep in bed. "Tsunayoshi Sawada! You got a fifteen percent in math?!"

Frightened awake by the voice of what was probably Death coming to collect her soul, the young girl bolted upright in bed. "Wha?!"

Her crusty, unfocused eyes roved over to the piece of paper clutched in her mother's hand before widening in panic. "Wh-why do you have that?!"

It was of no surprise that the girl had only gotten a fifteen percent on that test. It was rare that she ever passed anything in school. To put it nicely, she wasn't book smart. However, even though her mother knew all of this, she would still murder her daughter for failing...again. So Tsuna had taken to hiding all of her failed exams in the garbage and it had worked without fail. Yesterday she had been so exhausted from taking tests all day, that when she got home she only haphazardly hid that failed exam before promptly passing out in bed.

Launching out of bed, Tsuna made a hasty and sloppy grab for the failed math test. A surprised squeak escaped from her lips when the blankets tangled up in her legs caused her to trip and fall messily on the floor. She let out a groan and clutched her now throbbing head.

'What a great way to wake up in the morning,' Tsuna thought to herself, imaginary tears streaming down her face.

"Are you okay?" Her mother asked, bending over slightly to make sure she were still alive. Probably so she could kill her daughter herself.

"Here."

Tsuna sat up in attempt to get away from the paper that was suddenly waved in front of her face. Blinking sleepily, she noticed that it was in fact, not her horribly failed math test. "What's this?"

"Starting today, a home tutor's going to be coming." Her words shot straight through her daughter and she had to resist the urge to cry out in shock. The words, "home tutor" echoed throughout Tsuna's mind over and over again.

Home tutor? As if I want to do more schoolwork,' she thought.

"There was a flier in the mailbox," Nana continued, her voice sounding very far away. Tsuna was too busy imagining all of the work that she would have to end up doing if her mom ran with the idea. Which she would, Tsuna knew she would. "I gave them a call immediately."

"B-but I don't need a home tutor!" Tsuna cried, having to restrain from throwing herself at her mother's feet in mercy. No, no, no! That would not happen; she refused.

"'I will raise your child to become the leader of the next generation. I'm young and good looking,'" Nana quoted from the flier in her hands, voice rising in pitch with excitement. "As long as they have a place to sleep and meals, they'll teach you 24 hours for free!"

"That just sounds like a scam," Tsuna muttered in a deadpan voice. Rolling her eyes, she instantly froze when her vision landed on the clock hanging from the wall. "HIEE? It's already this late?!"

Tsuna sprang up from her spot still sprawled out on the floor and sprinted from the room. She was late for school, which ultimately meant death! If someone dared to be late to school, then they'd most certainly get a beating from the disciplinary committee's head prefect: Kyoya Hibari. Luckily, Tsuna had never had the misfortune of encountering the murderous, scary, bloodthirsty guy. From the rumors and stories circulating around Namimori Middle, he was a force to be reckoned with. To challenge Kyoya Hibari was to challenge death. Tsuna had no desire to die that day or any time in the near future. She had no shame admitting the fact that she was a coward. Hell, everyone already knew it.

Yelling over her shoulder as she ran down the hallway, Tsuna's voice echoed back to her mom, "and I don't need a home tutor!"

However, since Tsuna wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings (like always) her socked foot slipped on the top of the stairs. Everything moved in slow motion. Tsuna felt both feet lifting off the ground and a scream of surprise erupted from her throat. Back slamming into the edge of a stair, she braced herself as she was sent rolling, shoulders being bruised against the hard steps. After what seemed like a lifetime of pain, she finally came to a slow stop at the bottom of the staircase, legs propped up against the last few steps.

"Ow ow ow ow," Tsuna groaned, not even attempting to move. "Why does this stuff always happen to me?"

It was no secret that she had bad luck. Everything that could go wrong, would go wrong. She continued to lie there, back against the floor while she stared up at the beige ceiling in defeat. Should she even attempt to get up?

"Ciaossu," a tiny voice suddenly spoke from Tsuna's left. Jerking in both surprise and pain, she turned her head to find a baby standing a few feet away. It was dressed in an expensive looking black suit with a dark fedora and a giant yellow pacifier hanging from around its' neck. The baby's groomed black hair curled around its apple cheeks in an almost-cute way as its smirking obsidian eyes bore into your own dull brown ones. A green chameleon sat on the brim of the baby's hat; large yellow eyes watching intensely as well.

"Wha?" Tsuna intelligently blurted out, mind completely blank. What was a random baby doing in her house? Had you hit she head too hard falling down the steps?

"You're Tsuna?" The baby, which could now positively be identify as male, questioned. He awaited an answer with serious, unblinking eyes. Creepy.

"U-uh?" She managed to stutter out before painfully pushing herself upright. Shuffling on her knees, she knelt a few feet away from the kid. "Yeah? Who are you? And how did you get in here?"

"Starting today," he began, ignoring her second question, "I will be looking after you."

"E-eh? A baby?" She tilted her head to the side in confusion. Was he serious? "Who are you?"

"Don't worry about that, No-Good Tsuna."

She blinked. "How do you know my name anyway?"

"Gathering information is a basic skill, Tsuna."

"You sound like a weirdo."

"And you have a boy's name," the baby shot back, smirk crawling onto his face. "No-Good Tsuna."

"Stop calling me that like you're some big shot!" Tsuna cried out pathetically, blush staining her cheeks. She had just been called pathetic by a baby and had now reached an all-time low. "My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada and I don't wanna be called anything differently from someone like you!"

A yelp escaped her lips as a hard shoe kicked right into the side of her face. Holding a hand to her now bruised cheek, she groaned out, "why did you do that? And what kind of baby has that type of strength?"

While Tsuna pathetically held her new throbbing bruise, she failed to notice her mother coming down the stairs behind her. Nana stopped once she reached the threshold and blinked at the baby standing before them. "Where did you come from, little boy?"

"I," he smiled charmingly at Nana as he slipped out a piece of paper from inside his suit. "Am a home tutor: Reborn."

"Home tutor?" Nana echoed.

"Reborn? Tutor?" Tsuna blinked as her mother began to giggle. After a moment, Tsuna joined in, tears of humor streaming down her face. "Don't make me laugh! You're just a baby."

A grunt of pain left her lips once again as this time, the heel of Reborn's shoe connected with the back of her head. Tsuna slammed face first into the hardwood flooring of the house and groaned. 'That really hurt!'

"Are you okay, Tsu-chan?" Tuna's ever-worrying mother asked from behind her, chocolate brown eyes traveling down her bruised form. Nana paused before blinking in realization. "O-oh, if you don't hurry up, you'll be late."

Dread consumed Tsuna's body and she shot up from the ground, somehow managing to get her footing. "Crap, you're right! I have to go! I shouldn't have wasted time paying attention to this weird baby!"

Sprinting back up the stairs and thankfully not tripping again, Tsuna raced into her room and slammed the door shut. The closet door was almost ripped off its hinges as she hurriedly grabbed a semi-clean uniform off a hanger. Quickly, she managed to tear off her black duck printed pajamas and changed into her school uniform. Now dressed in a white shirt and red bow tie, Tsuna ran back out of the room, fixing the short brown skirt that started to fall down her slim waist.

Tsuna flew back down the stairs in one piece and slipped her grey stocking covered feet into a pair of brown shoes. Tearing open the door, she shouted back into the house to her mother, "I'm off!"

Flying out of the gate to her home, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her down the almost empty street of the neighborhood. Normal looking houses blurred passed, the bag on her shoulder flying behind as she ran.

That was nothing new; Tsuna was almost late to school pretty much every morning because something always went wrong. In that case, her alarm didn't go off...again. Tsuna were thankful that her mom was always there to wake her up when she overslept. It was just Tsuna and Nana in the house since Tsuna's father was always away overseas working traffic for a construction business. Plus Tsuna was an only child, which got lonely most of the time. She didn't have a lot of friends since everyone thought of her as "no good" or a loser. It wasn't her fault that she was so unlucky in life and she just wished that everyone could see that.

As her feet pounded heavily on the sidewalk, she let her mind wander to the strange morning she'd had. Maybe if she convinced herself hard enough that it was a dream then it would come true. Whoever that baby was, Tsuna knew that it had to be some kind of prank or scam. Babies couldn't teach and they most definitely didn't appear randomly in people's houses.

"Who was that weird baby?" The brunette pondered aloud to herself, brushing strands of chocolate brown hair out of her face.

"I'm a hitman."

"A hitman?" She quietly chuckled, breath coming out winded because she was so out of shape. "Right. And I'm a mafia boss."

"You are."

"Right. I a-" Tsuna jerked to a stop as she noticed the sudden weight on top of her head. Attempting to glance upward, she reached up to try and pry the baby off. "When the heck did you get up there?!"

He painfully slapped her hands away.

"You're a loser," Reborn jumped down from atop her head, not seeming to notice how much she deflated at the comment. "You panic easily in a crises, you're oblivious to your surroundings and you can barely walk on your own two feet."

Narrowing her eyes, Tsuna turned away from the kid in attempt to ignore him. That baby was rude and starting to get on her nerves! While she were mentally crying about Reborn, she failed to notice the footsteps approaching.

"Oh, how cute!" Blinking, Tsuna looked up to see a brunette head bobbing towards the two of them. The girl, who finally reached them, bent down in front Tsuna and the suit wearing baby. She was wearing the same uniform that Tsuna was, a big dark bag slung over one shoulder. Her wide brown eyes sparkled as she cooed over the baby.

"Ciaossu," Reborn greeted her.

"Good morning!" A bright smile overtook the girl's face and her eyes lit up even more if possible.

"Hey, Kyoko-chan." The girl looked up at Tsuna's voice and waved before standing back up. "How're you?"

Kyoko Sasagawa was in Tsuna's class at Namimori Middle School and the two of them were pretty good friends. Kyoko had to have been one of the nicest girls that Tsuna had ever met, always putting others before herself. Kyoko was soft spoken and her innocent aura caused everyone near her to be drawn towards her. Her kind eyes regarded Tsuna as she responded, "I'm doing great! How are you, Tsu-chan?"

Before Tsuna could even think about responding, a body came barreling from around a building a few meters away and stomped right up to the little group. Tsuna flinched in surprise before realizing that it was just a harmless looking girl. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail while her bangs we clipped to either side of her head. However, instead of wearing the Namimori uniform, she was dressed in what Tsuna recognized as the Midori Middle School uniform.

Midori Middle School was one of the most difficult schools to get into. You had to be extremely smart in order to even get in. Plus it was expensive.

"Is this your younger brother?!" The new girl practically screamed at Tsuna who blanched at her loud voice. From her appearance, Tsuna had been expecting her to be like Kyoko.

Backing up in fear of the crazy newcomer, Tsuna threw her hands up in defence. "Uh, n-no?"

"So," Kyoko cooed at Reborn, somehow ignoring the crazy girl behind her. "Why are you wearing a suit?"

"Because I'm in the mafia."

'Seriously? Again with the mafia stuff?' Tsuna deadpanned; her day was getting weirder and weirder by the second. She just wanted to get to school somewhat on time!

"Ah!" Kyoko cried in delight, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. "That's so cute."

Tsuna sweatdropped.

"I have to go now if I want to get to school on time." Waving to the both of you over her shoulder, Kyoko turned on her heel and walked off in the direction of Namimori Middle.

"Ciao, ciao!" Reborn smirked as he waved back. Why was that baby always smirking? Weren't normal babies supposed to drool on themselves or something?

"E-eh? I'm gonna be late too! Bye!" The strange and still unnamed girl screamed before turning and running off in the opposite direction of Kyoko. What was with those people?

"You should leave too if you don't want to be any more late than you already are," Reborn taunted Tsuna as he pulled the brim of his fedora down over his eyes. "No-Good Tsuna."

"I-I told you to stop calling me that!" She cried out uselessly, "I don't remember ever hiring you anyway! Besides-ow, ow, ow! Stop that!"

Her knees dug into the concrete sidewalk as Reborn ruthlessly bent her arm painfully behind her back. Any further and it would break!

"Stop! I give up!" The brunette screamed, whimpering as he finally let her go. 'Who gets beat up by a baby?!'

"Kids shouldn't be able to do things like that…"

"I told you before: I'm a hitman."

"Would you quit it with the mafia crap? You're a baby! There's no way you could be some mafia guy. So quit playing around with me!"

"I think you've forgotten that you're running late," Reborn smirked, once again reminding Tsuna that if she didn't get to school on time, she would die at the hands of Namimori's head Disciplinary Committee prefect.

"Crap!" Pulling at her hair in frustration, Tsuna ran in circles, imaginary tears streaming down her face. "There's no way I can make it in time!"

"Hm," the baby hummed in thought. "I think it's time."

"T-time?" She dared to ask.

"Yes," he nodded, reaching up to pluck the green chameleon from the brim of his hat. Tsuna watched with wide, terrified eyes as the small reptile in Reborn's hand started to glow. It shifted, shape changing before the light finally faded and a green pistol rested in one of the baby's chubby hands. She screamed as he pointed it at her forehead.

"Time for you to die."