AN: Sorry for the long wait! Here's chapter 2! More author's note at the bottom by the way so as not to spoil your mood to read with my rants. And more information about the characters too in the author's note below. ;)

Warning: Mature contents, yaoi, language, OOC-ness of the character for the sake of the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. And I apologize if there is any similarities with another fanfic's plot.


Chapter 2; That man, Reliable

Three Years Later

A boy with silver hair poked out his leg from where he was standing against the wall, a satisfied expression came to his scowling face when the frail-looking brunette tripped over his feet. He just watched when the brunette shakily stood up. He was sure that the impact of the fall couldn't be that hard and that just added to his suspicions about the brunette.

He could've just ignored it but something about the brunette threw him off. Sure, the seventeen year old acted like a normal clumsy boy who shouldn't have grabbed anyone's attention. Not even his undeniably feminine features were attention grabbing even with the large brown eyes accentuating it. And he didn't. The only person's attention he had was his, the famed delinquent Gokudera Hayato. Something about the brunette was just screaming something that immediately put him on alert, even though he couldn't put a finger on what it was. It was as if… as if…

as if it was all just an act.

He hissed when the brunette turned to him with a scared expression, acting very much like a rat in the presence of a hungry cat. "Watch where you're going, Sawada."

The teen shrieked before sputtering apologies, "G-Gomen, Gokudera-kun! I-I wasn't looking where I was going!"

He glared at the brunette, willing for the helpless mask to just crumble and break into pieces. He stared and stared and stared but the brunette didn't even stop fidgeting, even as his glare pierced into his soul.

How fake.

As he was about to walk past the boy, he placed a hand on the smaller boy's shoulder, hands clutching tightly on the brunette's shoulder. Oh how the boy annoyed him. "Wait until I'll show everyone your true colours, Sawada," he whispered, voice laced with warnings. It wasn't a mere threat, it was a promise.

He was disappointed to see that the brunette's mask didn't waver.

If only he stayed for a few seconds to see a wild smirk came to the brunette's face once the shiver was gone as he muttered, "I'll be waiting, Gokudera-kun."


He always looked forward to getting home from school. He felt excitement bubbling inside him as he walked towards his home; his steps became bouncier as he got closer. Adrenaline kept on rushing into him, giving him the amount of energy that he never thought he had. How could he not when he was about to face danger personified in the body of his demon, Reborn. It was making him thrilled. Just knowing that he had finally gotten his hand on a demon made him in high spirits.

His presence assured him that he was one step closer to his goal.

The man with the fedora was currently sitting on their couch in the living room, his fingers curling on the handle of the cup of still hot espresso in his hand. He didn't blow, didn't attempt to cool down the drink at all. He didn't jerk when he gulped down the still steaming hot drink. He didn't twitch when the door behind him slammed close.

"You're back, Dame-Tsuna."

Tsunayoshi went into his bedroom, not even acknowledging the man. Reborn seemed to be irked by this, not liking to be ignored. His eyes followed his Master, the teenage boy who signed the deal with him. He was the first of all his Masters who loved to ruffle his feathers, taking some kind of a glee in seeing him angry.

Sometimes he felt tempted to just kill the boy on the spot.

His eyes followed Tsuna as the younger boy loosened his school tie. The younger male took off his school jacket and school vest before unbuttoning his undershirt. He caught sight of a blue tattoo on the boy's shoulder and the sight always calmed his nerves in a way that he didn't like.

How he hated the boy's control over him.

It was the only sign of their agreement, of their unbreakable trust in each other. The sign was the only thing that kept them from jumping on each other, ripping the other until they were sure that there was no way the other could be revived. At least that was what the orange-eyed alter ego of the brunette would do.

He still didn't know how it worked. The boy's sudden change of personality never failed to amuse and surprise him. He always presented everyone around him with his brown-eyed alter ego but whenever he was alone with him, the brunette always turned to his orange-eyed self. He never knew which one was the real him.

Tsuna was aware of the eyes on him, staring at him so coldly that he had no doubts that the man in the living room was a demon in a human disguise. Not that he had any doubt at all. He had been waiting to own one after all. The chills the man's glare gave out sent shivers down his spine. It took all his strength not to smile smugly but not long after, he lost to the temptation.

"I can almost see you imagining your hands piercing through me, Reborn." He pulled a T-shirt from his drawer, his voice indicating that he knew that was exactly what the demon was imagining. "You really want my blood to be spilt, don't you?"

"Whatever makes you think that, Dame-Tsuna?" He took another sip. "I'm the kind of person who abides by the contract."

The brunette smirked, "A demon that follows rules? Never knew you are such a kidder."

"Now, little mouse, you know what happens when you make a demon angry?"

"Is that a way to talk to your Master, servant?"

"You have never, not even once, acted like one," Reborn scoffed. "Sometimes I wonder if I made the wrong choice choosing you. There has to be someone better out there."

"There will always be someone better out there," Tsuna replied, his playful tone gone now replaced by a coldness that Reborn never heard.

The man pulled down his fedora to hide the smile forming on his face at finding the younger boy's obvious dislike at his statement. It was apparent that he had mentioned something that hit home. Maybe he would be able to get out of the boy's story behind the need to revenge. But not now. Where was the fun in all of this if there wasn't any drama?

"But I'm letting you make my soul taste the way you want it. I'm even helping you darkening my soul. If you complain, too bad. I'll just give my soul to the next demon I meet."

Reborn's eyes flashed at his statement as he placed down the cup of espresso on the coffee table, the clattering of the cup on the saucer was the only other indication of his anger. He walked towards the younger boy who now was already standing in the kitchen roaming through their refrigerator. Just as the brunette closed the refrigerator's door, his face showing disappointment at not finding what he was looking for, Reborn pulled both of the boy's hands and pressed them against the brunette's back, holding it tightly. He forced the boy against the refrigerator cheek flat on the cold surface, a slam resounded throughout the place. He could tell that the boy was holding in his pain, something that he deserved.

"You should watch what you're saying, Sawada Tsunayoshi," he said in a tone that promised torture. He ran his hand up the brunette's side and he knew that the shiver wasn't just his imagination. He let his aura flow, filling the air with dark matters that he knew was suffocating the brunette. The younger boy's eyes were focusing in and out of focus, flickering brown, orange and brown again. He could sense it, the fear that was let out whenever the brunette turned to his brown-eyed alter ego. He recognized it as the aura the wimpy kid he first met emitted.

"You kept calling me demon but do you know what I am capable of?" He lowered his face onto the boy's shoulder, ripping off the cloth over it with his teeth, the boy's breath hitching at the process. "I can kill you in an instant if I am provoked." He placed his free hand in front of the brunette, his fingers touching the front of the brunette's shoulder just where the blue tattoo was.

"I wasn't lying when I say I abide by the contract. I follow the agreement we, no, I have set but that does not mean that I wouldn't bend it. In fact," he scratched hard on the brunette's shoulder causing the teen to gasp at the pain it was causing as blood flowed out of it. "I would kill you without hesitating, killing you in a way that makes you think of nothing but of the pain I inflicted on you. I wouldn't even eat your soul if only to chase you down in hell and torture you over and over again and make you wish that you have never angered me in such a way."

Tsuna laughed drily. "Kill me now then."

"That's not what your brown-eyed alter ego wants." The demon grinned dangerously when he saw the brunette froze suddenly at being seen through. "I know for a fact that even as wimpy as he is, he is actually the one who makes you want revenge on your tormentor. For such a 'kind-hearted' kid to want such thing, I wonder just what your tormentor did to you," the way he said the word kind sounded as if he was spitting sandpapers. The word was unwelcomed in his mouth and a very alien adjective in his dictionary, the kind that he shunned.

A blue light was emitted when the man poked his tongue out and Tsuna knew that it wasn't emitted only from his tattoo. He hissed when Reborn licked on the wound he caused, the act only somehow added to his pain.

"And don't get too cocky too." After he was done licking his Master, no, prey clean of the red liquid, he positioned his head over the younger boy's ears, close enough to say in a low voice, "You are not even close to what I like. You are the worse-tasting of all."

Reborn was sure that he stunned the brunette when suddenly the calm boy was replaced by his easily scared counterpart. As soon as he let go of his hands, the brunette slipped down the refrigerator, his breath heavy and his eyes dull. He was hyperventilating. He knew he scared the brunette shitless and yet he didn't care.

Because he should be scared of him.

One day, he would find out just how the brunette's personality change worked. He would even punch the answers out of the brunette's gut if that was what it took for him to tell. But one thing he was sure about: It was developed sometime when the brunette was kidnapped.


"Finally deciding to accept my invitation, ne?" a cheery voice announced as he pulled back the string curtains separating the kitchen from the kitchen from the counter where his father usually made sushi for the customers.

Gokudera just clicked his tongue in annoyance when he saw the black-haired teen moving towards the counter. He didn't want to be there but he knew that this was the only way he could get his questions answered. He had tried asking around for Sawada Tsunayoshi's background from other people but he had no information about him other than the fact that he was and still is known for his uselessness. It was quite frustrating when they told him of someone who might know about Tsunayoshi's past and yet that person was telling him exactly what everyone had been telling him.

Yamamoto Takeshi had been bothering him about going to his father's sushi restaurant. He had always denied his invitation, having no interest in interacting with the popular baseball player in any way. He wasn't suggested by some other person either. In fact, when he demanded people to answer whether the too friendly Yamamoto had been close to Sawada, they would just yell how absurd that was. Yamamoto never interacted with the fake bastard despite being known as a more than friendly person. However, if something, he knew more than anyone else that anyone would find more luck in someone people less expected. So he decided to gamble his time on this oblivious looking guy.

"I haven't changed my mind into accepting that invitation of yours, baseball freak. I want you to answer a question." He wasn't one to waste time. Time is precious. He shouldn't waste it on someone as simple minded as this guy.

A fruitful confrontation always started with a direct statement.

"Well, as long as you're here I don't mind your reasoning at all," Yamamoto laughed. "Unfortunately, the old man isn't here. I hope you don't mind an amateur like me to make you some simple sushi."

Yamamoto started to cut a few strips of seaweeds placing one on a small bamboo mat. Not long after, he finished making some cucumber sushi and some sushi with fish's eggs topping. All the while, Gokudera had his eyes on him. The silver-haired teen was sure that Yamamoto's eyes held some kind of a look in it when he had the knife in his hands.

It was the eyes of an assassin.

That was enough to make Gokudera raised his guards back up. He finally realized how cold the atmosphere in the place really was as if there was some kind of a thread invisible to his naked eyes caging him, preventing him from leaving the tall stool he was sitting on. He was practically sitting in a trap where if he made just one false move, he would be cut into pieces. But as soon as Yamamoto set the knife down and placed a plate of perfectly made sushi, the air turned warm again, welcoming.

It took great ability to be able to change the atmosphere in a moment without even breaking a sweat or making some empty threats. And this Yamamoto Takeshi managed to do it just with his aura.

"Sushi specially made by Yamamoto Takeshi for Gokudera Hayato. It's free since this is the first time I made some for a customer. I can't tell if it will taste good." Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck before looking at Gokudera expectantly when his classmate picked one up.

The silver-haired teen was the kind to get suspicious at all times. It wasn't just a stupid paranoia kind of suspicious but it was the kind that a person who had survived several fights to death had. He inspected the innocent looking sushi, turning it around, eyes seeming to zoom in looking for just a tiny indication if something else out of the ordinary had been added. Bringing it closer to his face, he inhaled in hopes that his sense of smell got some indication that his sense of touch and sight failed to tell him. Nothing.

"I didn't add anything funny on that, Gokudera. Don't worry too much. I have watched the old man for a long time already."

"I'm not stupid to not know that I'm in a dangerous territory when I am in it. Yamamoto Takeshi, a person like you who haven't tried surviving alone in a street can't fool me."

"Ahaha, well, I know that you're not just an ordinary transfer student too." Yamamoto's eyes narrowed in on Gokudera, his brown eyes glinting dangerously. Nevertheless, he acted as if he already knew that Gokudera would say something like this. "I would advise you to stay away from Sawada Tsunayoshi. You might not want to involve with a guy like him."

It wasn't turning to how he expected it to be yet he had no complaints.

As long as it brought him closer to know more about that person.

"I see that you've heard of me asking around about him," he chose his words carefully, trying not to get his temper in the way. If he was going to deal with Sawada, he needed to get out of this alive first. He chose his words carefully, "Are you his friend?"

"You can say that that guy is my target," he gave his trademark grin. "I don't need another person to get in the way. It's bad enough how that housemate of his seems to be always be at the wrong time so conveniently."

In no way was Gokudera a suicidal person. He was not stupid enough without bringing some weapon to protect him when he was going out. He could always use violence to get out of the trap Yamamoto had set for him before the dark-haired teen could even take away his life.

"I want informations on that guy, fucking baseball freak." His hand reached for the dynamites he kept skilfully hidden within his uniform. "Useful informations."

"I had a feeling that you're not the kind to back down easily," amused Yamamoto. "An advice didn't work on you."

"A freaking advice? That sounds more like a warning," Gokudera growled.

"Okay then, I will tell you some useful information." His brown eyes suddenly turned serious. "But after that, if you still wouldn't back down, I might just have to kill you or something like that."

"As if you're capable of something more than that," the silver-haired teen sneered. "I come here for one or a few information, I would fucking appreciate it if you would just say it straight to the point."

"Throwing a cuss word in the middle of a sentence makes that sound more unbelievable than it already is," amused Yamamoto. "But I won't buy any more time," his eyes gestured at Gokudera's twitching hands. "You seem to be on edge too."

"That's good. You seem to get the message. Tell and kill."

"How much have you known about Tsuna already?"

"Just enough to know that he is a complete bully material."

Yamamoto gave a dry smile. "I assume you know that that is all an act?"

"I know that it is just an act. Now, Yamamoto Takeshi, I thought you say you wouldn't buy any more time."

"I only know a few things about Sawada Tsunayoshi, just a little much more than you do already know."

Gokudera angrily replied, "I don't care how much, just fucking tell me already."

Yamamoto stared at Gokudera momentarily, his eyes showing that he was deep in thought. It made Gokudera's hair stand, thinking that the teen might be reading his next actions, plotting a way to dispose of him. It was only a few seconds later that Yamamoto opened his mouth again.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi's parents died in a fire. Tsuna was kidnapped when he was eight. Five years later, he returned all healthy and clean with a mysterious tall man adorning a fedora. Yet the strange thing is…"

No one seemed to notice about this event at all.


Reborn was just watching an American sitcom dubbed badly when he sensed something being directed from outside the window. He recognized the feeling it carried very much. Murderous intent filled with an awful lot of disgust and hatred. It made Reborn's mouth watered so much.

Being tied to a contract meant that he couldn't feed on other soul unless Tsuna allowed him to. He didn't even bother to ask the brunette who he knew wouldn't hesitate to use that fact against him had he knew it. He knew how manipulative the innocent-looking teen could be and how he loved to rile up Reborn despite knowing how dangerous it was.

He really needed to show the brunette who was the Boss between them.

"Did you trespass on someone's place, Dame-Tsuna?" he called out to the younger teen who was at the kitchen counter shaking Reborn's container of espresso beans with some kind of a dark powder that camouflaged with the beans. He turned back to his orange-eyed self, to Reborn's dismay, and Reborn had no doubt that whatever he added there was some kind of a poison. That wouldn't work on him but that would no doubt make his espresso taste bad. It was bad enough that he had to endure drinking the espresso made from the light espresso beans instead of the dark one that he preferred. Well, he could always run to Italy for some finely roasted beans but he would miss something if he did. He sighed in annoyance. Not that anything good had happened so far.

"I might have. Does he smell drunk? It is only Saturday, I thought he would be suffering so much from a hangover to remember me walking around in his garden. I was looking for a flower for you, Reborn. But they are too colourful for someone so monochromatic."

"I was talking about a wild dog on a loose. If it's hungry, I know a certain person with brown hair who will taste good for it."

"Please~ I have a dog here myself to protect my soul."

The man with the fedora lips twitched at the words, "Your soul, maybe. But not your flesh." Despite the smile, his eyes flashed at the reference to the animal, "Don't compare me to something so loyal and held on a tight leash. I am very much independent. I'm not the one being bound here. And I certainly am not a man's best friend."

"A dog you say?" Tsuna asked suddenly as if the previous two conversations didn't take place. It was so like him to ignore something like that when he started to lose interest. "I know of a dog. What is his aura like?"

"Delicious."

Tsuna stopped adding various stuffs into the container as a wide smile crept up to his face. "Let's go visit him if he appears again tonight. I have a feeling the fun is finally going to start."

He felt more than heard Tsuna heading towards where he was seated. For the very first time since their fateful meeting, he felt a familiar excitement rushing through his blood filling his body with restlessness. That day was the first time Tsuna gave him an order.

"Reborn," the teen started, his usually playful voice serious and strangely deep. "This is an order. Collect all the pawns I deem worthy."

"Yes, Decimo."


The night was surprisingly accepting of the fact that a murder was going to take place. He had heard from some people when someone was about to go on a strike, the night was always so unpleasantly cold that it felt as if someone was placing the sharp end of a blade made from the finest metal against your neck and the sky would be so dark that it made you feel as if your life would be the one that was eliminated that even the black sky played a part in dragging him to some kind of an abyss.

He wouldn't be scared though if that had happened. He had always been a part of the dark side and if it was a cold blade against his skin, he had felt it piercing through him for more time than once. Especially few weeks prior during a meeting with a certain sushi restaurant heir who managed to leave a few bruises on his figure.

But the sky tonight was decorated by the stars, the light acting like a pathway that would lead him to his destination. The air was cold but it was also warm enough to give a sense of serenity. Even the moon was smiling on the dark sky as if welcoming and allowing whatever that would happen.

It was creepy, really, how the atmosphere felt so relaxing when his body was on edge. His heart was thundering against his chest as he loaded his revolver. His throat became so tight and his stomach started to twist again and again, almost forcing out the little amount of snacks he consumed for the day out.

It was going to be his first kill.

He knew though that he would be saving someone if he did this. He knew that this was the right thing to do, the one and only right one. He was the only one who managed to make a conclusion out of those informations and he would be doing the world a favour if his assumption was right.

The story of Sawada Tsunayoshi was anything but normal. He had always got bad vibes from the little brunette and the story that Yamamoto told him just confirmed his suspicions. The kidnap. The survival. The befriending of a very dangerous man when he was supposed to be so timid.

Sawada Tsunayoshi obviously had control over the dangerous looking man. The man would not be able to be against Tsunayoshi's wish even if he wanted to. Years after researching the supernatural world, Gokudera would know. Yes, he would know that…

Tsunayoshi was a demon and the man signed a contract with him.


"What are those for?" the man pulled his fedora downwards as his nose scrunched. The smell was sickeningly sweet and it was prickling his nose. His heightened senses were able to sense ten times more than normal human could and while he felt that it was a very advantageous ability to have, he really hated it when he could smell something so sweet. He hated sweets.

He felt tortured that not only could he smell it but he could also see clearly how the nectar sipped out from the bouquet of flowers the brunette was holding in his arms. He felt like crushing the pink carnations but it looked like the brunette had plans for them.

Tsuna looked thoughtful for a few seconds before looking up at the older man, his face void of any emotions. "Do you know what carnations mean, Reborn?"

"I have never taken any interest in flowers. I found them repulsive."

"Then you don't know that each different kind of flower hold different meanings."

"You're saying that it's your message for the guy."

Tsuna smirked at his statement. He turned back forward, eyes away from the man who was driving them to their destination. Their prey seemed to take a lot of his precious time. It was already two in the morning and yet, the guy still had not appeared. Tsuna had even gone through many hardships just trying to get the flowers. He didn't want the flowers to die before he could give it to the person they were meant for. It didn't matter if the guy wasn't to be the one to approach them.

"Red ones represent either admiration or love, depending on the intensity of the colour. Pink for a mother's undying love. Purple given in condolence for the death of a love one. But," his orange eyes shone as he said the next words with a short laugh, "But in some countries, it brings misfortune."

Catching on the brunette plan, Reborn questioned with an amused smirk. "What do you have in mind for him?"

"I don't know," the brunette said, chuckling. "A little of this, a little of that."

"You better keep yourself alive, Dame-Tsuna. I'm not going to promise anything like protecting you. That is, after all, not the order I am given."

Tsuna grinned, still not facing the man. "I can take care of myself very well."

"You have asthma."

"Asthma? No, that's hyperventilation."

Reborn shook his head in mock disappointment, "Now you resort to lying? Don't you have any trust in your demon?"

"Why would a sane person trust such a filthy creature?" Tsuna turned to the man, unrestrained laughter flowing out of his mouth smoothly. "I trust you only in your duties as a demon, other than that; your very presence makes me feel very dirty." Suddenly, Tsuna leaned forward, an arm stretching to point at a random house. "That's his house, isn't it? I know it is, I've felt his glare on me whenever I was on my way to school. Cranky bastard."

Reborn inhaled before licking his lips. He stopped his car near the house's gate. "I smell blood. Not his. Someone else, someone related to him."

"I can almost hear your stomach grumbling in hunger for the poor soul. Sadly," the brunette reached over towards Reborn who surprisingly had his seatbelts on (Tsuna had a good laugh about it when he first had the demon drive him, the irony of a demon following road rules). Pulling the man's tie so as to have the man facing him, he made his point known, "I haven't deem if the person is worthy to be my pawn. Only when I deem them unworthy can you eliminate them."

"What a boring Master you are, you're not going to let me have even a quarter of her life source? I won't let her die, I will only have a little bite."

"I don't believe that someone who is having a woman as a midnight snack would just have a bite out of her," Tsuna laughed. "I know how your kind seduces your female prey into your trap." Tsuna swung a leg over the speed gear and moved himself so that he was sitting on Reborn's lap. He grabbed the demon's tie again, burying his face on Reborn's neck. "The thrill that you get when they got on you like this." He then pulled Reborn's head towards his own neck, him facing the headrest, and muttered, "The smugness you have when you know you got the upper hand."

Reborn chuckled. "You got most of the part right. But I am never bottomed." Pulling away the brunette's hand from behind his head, he looked at the brunette, lips inches apart. "Is this one of your plan to fool the enemy? To act like two horny teens who decide to stop anywhere and go at it in their car at dawn?"

"Why…" Tsuna cupped Reborn's chin in an act to make their lips met. Instead of doing just that, he pushed Reborn's head back onto the headrest. "Of course no." He used his other hand to unlock the car and opened the door. "I only want to get out from this side. You told me to not get myself killed. Who knows when a car would appear from the road bend and run me over."

Reborn's eyes darkened in anger, his lips twisting into a frown. He would let go of it for now. But he would never forget about this. He would use this as a reason to get back at the brunette when he could.

He took his time to get out of the car, letting Tsuna advance towards the gate alone. The boy looked so confident in his steps that he couldn't find it in himself to stop him, if only to watch the brunette's confidence crumble.

He saw Tsuna walking past the open gate and not once did the brunette's expression held any suspicions at how easy this seem despite the information he received earlier about a blood spill. But at his fourth step, Reborn felt a shift in the atmosphere. The brunette had transformed to his wimpy self.

He could sense it, the brunette was not going to hesitate to run away and escape which Reborn knew was not in the plan his counterpart made. Reborn had a feeling that he knew exactly what his other self was plotting. Sighing in annoyance at being left out, he calmly locked his car and walked inside into the living compound himself.

Just as he stepped in, he immediately lifted his hand up and stopped the brunette who was on his way out by the shoulder. He narrowed his eyes on into the brunette's emotion-filled one and a demonic smile came onto his face at seeing the terrified expression.

"I would really like it if you could just go through your plan. I had to follow your counterpart's sudden want to go here saying some stupid excuses like not wanting his flowers for the guy her to wilt."

The brunette whimpered even as he let go of his shoulders. Tsuna took a step back and stuttered, "B-b-but… I don't really want to face Gokudera-kun right now. You- You said you smelt blood. He c-could be the one t-that killed him."

"Her, Dame-Tsuna, weren't you listening?" He took a step forward causing Tsuna to instinctively step once backwards. He didn't immerse himself in the satisfaction brewing inside him at the action as he immediately use his inhuman agility to throw the brunette over his shoulder and stand in front of the door.

He ignored the brunette's struggle and demands to be released. He ignored the doorbell in favour of knocking the door lightly; the sound it emitted was too soft to be heard. He might be a demon but he knew etiquette. Not surprisingly, no one went to open the door.

"What should we do, Dame-Tsuna?" he asked the boy on his shoulder who was still struggling against his hold. "I don't think anyone would let us in."

"Let me go, Reborn! Let me go! I have to run. I've already told him that I would not follow in any of his plans that no doubt will get me killed!"

"Ah, I was thinking that too." Without much unneeded movement, lifted his right leg and tap the front of his shoes twice on the door. It was just two soft taps yet the door crashed down from his hinges as if there was a lot of force behind it. "Though, I must say," he changed Tsuna's position from his shoulder to his arms in a bridal carry. "It is very rude to let a guest to open the door to your house by himself when they are obviously waited."

Tsuna froze at Reborn's words and there in front of him was indeed a person that could not be Gokudera.

Long pink hair, a pair of goggles covering his face and undeniably female. But the similarity in their facial structures was obvious.

This woman must be the relative who was supposedly dead.


AN: That's it for the second chapter though it was supposed to be more longer. :o But I've decided that the next part should be under another topic, so... yeah. :3

I didn't really expect much reviews for this story, thinking that it might be to cliche or something. But WOW! I never got that much reviews, favorites and alerts for only one chapter! I really appreciate it!

I am ashamed to announce that this chapter was supposed to be out two weeks ago yet with so many things to do, I just have no time to upload it. I haven't even finished my oneshot =.=" So I apologize for postponing the upload of all of my fanfics and make my readers wait for it. I will try to write once I have time, even though little.

And i would like to make some things clear before anyone ask about the many plot holes (twist?) in this chapter before anyone questions about it. But I won't reveal too much so as not to spoil the story.

Tsuna: I can't say that both the orange-eyed Tsuna and brown-eyed Tsuna don't know about each other existence. They are very much aware of each other, i.e as mentioned in this chapter, brown-eyed Tsuna knew about the orange-eyed Tsuna's plan. And no, Tsuna doesn't have two souls in his body. It is much less complicated than that. There's, of course, a history behind it. :)

Reborn: Did I make him too soft? :O I'm really sorry if I did. Well, there's nothing much to say about him. His liking to a stronger-tasting coffee, I guess, is to relate him more to the one in the anime. I read somewhere that Italians usually prefer coffee that tastes really strong. But the Reborn here is a demon, so he might as well came from the underworld. The reason for him liking coffee so much is actually because he was a wandering demon before he met Tsuna, so he might have spent years in Italy before.

The Contract: Well, it's nothing complicated. Tsuna asked of something from Reborn and Reborn had a duty to fulfill it the requires him to be loyal to only Tsuna. If my memory is correct, in Kuroshitsuji, the contract symbol has to be somewhere visible. So I made Tsuna's on his shoulder and Reborn's on his tongue. Though, I think the decision to put the contract symbol there is catalysed more by my perverted thoughts.

Yamamoto: Yes, he is an assassin here. Like he mentioned, Tsuna is his target. But let me give a bit of a hint on his role in this story. He, more or less, resembles Lau, the chinese guy from Kuroshitsuji (that's his name, right?).

Gokudera: Well, you'll know more about him in the next chapter. :p

Okay, that done, I have nothing more to say.

To tell you the truth, I don't think this chapter is good enough. :/ It seems a bit scattered. But nevertheless, please do leave a review. :) It doesn't matter how short the review is, it will no doubt inspire me to continue this story more.