6 October 2004

"What are you doing?" Reborn emerged from a darkened corner of the kitchen when the brunet strolled in and started rummaging through the fridge.

"Hie!" Tsuna jumped and spun around, eyes widened in shock and arms in front of him.

Fake, Reborn noted curiously. He knew I was here. Why fake surprise? To appear weak and harmless?

Grumbling under his breath, Tsuna turned back to the fridge and pulled out slices of bacon and a couple of eggs, gently placing them on the countertop.

"I'm cooking breakfast today. Hope you don't mind some bacon and eggs." Before Reborn could give an answer, the brunet started removing the bacon and washing the eggs one by one.

Time passed quietly in the kitchen, Tsuna busy with the preparation and cooking, Reborn silently observing the teen.


It was irritating Reborn to no ends how easily Tsuna knew whenever he started tailing him. To make matters worse, Tsuna seems to be amused by it all together.

Yet Reborn couldn't help but be impressed. There were very few that could do that when he doesn't want them to find, even fewer lived to tell it.

Which raised several questions in his mind.

How did Tsuna do that? (Hyper Intuition?)

Who had taught him to fight? (He has been around far too long in the Underworld to not notice how Tsuna had moved with such predator's grace.)

And how did the members of CEDEF not picked that up?


8 October 2004

G…?

Tsuna blinked at the boy standing in front of the class. Not only does he look similar to G, the way he carries himself too. Well, sans the color of his hair.

A glare from the boy made he paused slightly in wonder of anything he might have done to offend him.

… Nope.

Plastering on a placid smile, his eyes traced the movement of the teen and shifted away when a leg lifted and kicked the table, crashing down loudly against the floor.

He chuckled inwardly when he received another glare and an irritated huff as he give a look of confusion to the teen.

Identical right down to the temper.


In a split second, the amiable facade on his face disappeared and he slide a frigid gaze onto the hitman who had fell silent.

"What were you thinking, Reborn?" He blinked and turned away to pull Gokudera up gently by the arm when Reborn showed no reaction.

His eyes flickered to the scorched floor before raising his hand up to silence the Hitman that landed on the tree branch beside him.

"No, Reborn," Tsuna said coolly, voice flat. "No excuses." Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tugged Gokudera's arm to follow him.

Throughout the entire time, Reborn remained silent and watched the two disappeared into the school building.

A smirk could be seen on his face.


12 October 2004

Tsuna felt something cold settled in his gut. This young boy in front of him, this bundle of potential, this person that looks so much like Ugetsu is just few steps away from falling to his death (Or more likely to physically incapacitate his limbs since they are only a few stories above the ground,) and he doesn't know what to do.

He gave a derisive laugh inwardly. What is the use of living through two lives and yet still unable to say anything, anything to stop the boy?

A movement at the corner of his eyes caught his attention and he could feel his heart practically leaped up to his throat.

The boy is going to fall!

He could feel his body straining in an attempt to obey his brain screaming faster,faster!, one hand outreach to grab the boy's falling body.

Faster!

Faster!

Faster!

His fingers wrapped on to the solid cloth, crinkling the crisp white uniform and he was pulled down along with the boy.

Down, down, down they go, leaving screaming students on the roof.


Familiar orange flames wrapped around his left hand warmly, his intuition whispering soothing words to reassure him that everything will be okay while his right held on tightly to the young boy's shirt.

Black coal eyes narrowed at the scene and Leon transformed back to a chameleon, tongue flickering as it clambered up the baby's arm and rested on his shoulder.


"Please, never do this again."

"Why did you…"

Tsuna hesistated, his lips pressed into thin lines before dropping his gaze on the ground in front. "Because I…" His hands clenched, "I can't let you…fall. No. I won't."

Burning orange eyes locked gaze with his.

"You might never be perfect. You might never live up to every single expectation people have of you or for you. You might change your goals because the first ones seemed too hard to achieve. You might fail. You might lose. You might disappoint. Your life will be full of might. Remember that. Then let go. And get back up. Someone will love you no matter what. You will find a method that feels right. You will meet all your expectations. You will have fun. Life is full of will. Remember that. Never let go. Stay up."

Tsuna smiled and suddenly, Yamamoto felt that the world steadier, like he was no longer floating and was back in control.

A smile slightly less cracked at the edge plastered on the baseball player's face wobbly.

"Thank-Thank you."


14 October 2004

The clock striked twelve midnight, the soft moonlight shining through the window, turning caramel brown hair almost silver.

He blinked slowly, staring out of the window with his head propped up on his palm.

"Tanti auguri a te,
Tanti auguri a te,
Tanti auguri Tsuna,
Tanti auguri a te..."

He stretched his arm out languidly, his head leaning against his upper arm as his gaze dropped to the wooden table.

"Happy Birthday, Sawada Tsunayoshi…"