"I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act." – Buddha

"What the fuck?"

Tsuna quickly covered his mouth. He flinched when one of the infants stirred before going back to sleep again. His blood rushed in his ears.

Oh, God—what the fuck? What the actual fuck? Why were there babies on his doorstep? Was there a one-night stand he didn't know about? No way in hell because he was still a vi—Erm, his dating life was practically nonexistent and he drank responsibly. Was this a prank? Was one of his neighbors high or something? Did Kyoya pull this?

Tsuna paused.

Kyoya hated children and wouldn't go near one with a 100-foot pole. Maybe he made Tetsuya deliver them, but this was just…not very Kyoya-like. Besides, Tsuna rarely messed with him anymore. Well, there was that one time on New Year's when he maybe, not really, kind of spiked Kyoya's drink with some laxatives…? Pouting, he remembered the brutal beating he got when Kyoya found out. Really, his friend should learn to chill and take a breather, but then again when did he ever do something fun? (Though, laxative-spiked drinks were never fun in the first place.)

Anyways, Kyoya wasn't behind this. He just didn't do subtle.

Tsuna wracked his malfunctioning brain again to think of something, anything, to find some semblance of logic behind this—whatever this was. Never mind the goddamn solar eclipses—why was there a basket of babies in front of his door? Who in their right mind would just drop their kids on a stranger's doorstep? What if he was a child-eating cannibal or some freaky pedophile? (He wasn't either of them—Hell, no. His mother didn't raise some scum. In fact, he loved kids, but that wasn't the point.)

He picked up the small card with a shaking hand and read the names again: Reborn and Bermuda. Were they foreigners? Whoever the parents were, Tsuna was going to tear them apart and make sure they never had kids again. For one, they just abandoned them like this—who the hell did that? Second, why him? Third, why were their babies on his goddamn doorstep?

Tsuna looked around the empty hallways again to search for a glimpse, a sign, of the babies' parents. Maybe he could catch them before they left? Surely this must be a mistake or some messed-up prank. However, he had a sinking feeling that they were long gone.

"Oh, God," he whispered, running a hand through his hair. "What the fuck?"

There was nothing else for him to say.

"Oh, God. What the fuck? This—This is—Oh, God."

Tsuna stared at the sleeping infants who were definitely unaware of their fucked-up predicament. He groaned into his hands. Okay, freaking out wasn't going to make the babies disappear or have him forget this ever happened. He honestly didn't know which option was better. He just had to calm down and think—yeah, think on why there were babies dropped in front of his door because this was something he just couldn't fucking understand.

Glancing at the card, Tsuna turned it over; his jaw clenched when he saw the words written behind it: "You have my blessings." There was an elegant "S" signed underneath it, which didn't do anything to calm him down no matter how nice the calligraphy was. In fact, it made him angrier. Oh, hell no. He was not going to take care of these babies. And who the hell was "S"? Disappointedly, he knew no one whose name started with an "S" other than some clients of Hibari Inc.

He narrowed his eyes. Was it one of the clients then? That wouldn't make sense though since the only one who would actually pull this off was Rokudo Mukuro, the head of Kokuyo Corp—but he was more of a "business obstacle" than anything. However, Mukuro didn't know where he lived…right?

"I hope you burn in hell," Tsuna muttered, crumpling the card in his hand.

He sighed. The infants continued to sleep peacefully throughout his whole mental breakdown, which he was kind of glad for because he didn't think he'd be able to do anything useful if they woke up and started crying. Plus, the neighbors would definitely get suspicious.

Tsuna suddenly reached out and lightly tapped one of the baby's—Reborn?—curly sideburns. A giggle slipped past his lips when the curl bounced cutely under his fingertip. The baby didn't stir once, but Tsuna had a vague feeling that he wouldn't appreciate what he just did if he was awake.

"Well, you're both awfully cute," Tsuna mumbled. "Who the hell would want to abandon you two anyway?" He glanced at the baby with curly sideburns. "I'm going to assume you're Reborn, and you're Bermuda. Your names are…really weird, no offense. I don't think I want to meet your parents or whoever this 'S' is any time soon. I'd probably kill them."

Sighing, he stood up and grimaced when he stretched out his numb legs. After he unlocked his door, he carefully picked up the basket and carried it inside. He'd try to think properly when he was inside. His neighbors would probably report him if they saw him like this and he wasn't in the mood to deal with any more headaches. Plus, he couldn't just leave the babies out there.

Well…he could put them in front of someone else's door and let them handle it. Problem solved. He shook his head. That was dumb, and didn't make him any better than this "S" person and he refused to be lumped in with the lunatic.

His apartment was spacious with a large kitchen and a nice view of the Tokyo city lights. Long drapes covered half the windows, letting some moonlight stream over the modern furniture. There was a master bedroom and another room for random storage. The bathroom was next to the spare room and some couches were arranged in the living room around a TV. It was a cozy space if anything.

Tsuna turned on the lights after slipping on his home slippers. He hesitated for a moment before placing the basket on one of his beige couches. Running a hand through his hair, he stared at the sleeping infants for a moment before shuffling inside his bedroom to change into some comfortable shirt and sweatpants.

Tsuna scratched the back of his head when he returned to the living room. How should he do this?

He could call social services. But they'd probably be more suspicious of him than the fact that some crazy-ass parents abandoned their babies on his doorstep. The basket being outside his door was…specific when he thought about it, and this "S" person wrote on the card like they were writing to him, which was really, really creepy now that he thought about it.

Well, he could call Kyoya…

Yeah, nope. Why did he even think that?

Tsuna slumped on the couch and peered inside the basket. The twins were still asleep. He was kind of relieved that they weren't loud or fussy at least. Small miracles did exist. Unlocking his phone, he mindlessly scrolled through his contacts list. Oh, wait.

"Why didn't I think of that?" he said, dialing a number. He glanced at the sleeping infants. "Don't worry. I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you two—hopefully anyways. We'll get this sorted out." He sighed. "What am I even doing?"

The line rang a twice before his mother picked up. "Tsu-kun! Are you out of work early today?"

Tsuna relaxed at the sound of her voice. "Yeah. How are you, Mama? Am I bothering you?"

"Oh, no! I was only cleaning the house." Nana sighed. "It's so lonely without you here."

Tsuna laughed. "I just saw you last weekend."

He could sense his mother pouting on the other line. "But you leave so quickly it's like you were never there!"

Tsuna couldn't help but smile. "Geez, Mama, you're so sappy."

Nana giggled. "It's called love, Tsu-kun. Oh, when you come this weekend, you should invite Kyo-kun for dinner!"

Tsuna absentmindedly tucked Bermuda's hand under the blanket. He'd have to get them some clothes soon. They were probably buck naked underneath. "I don't think I can make it this weekend, Mama. Something…came up."

"Is everything alright? Is Kyo-kun working you hard again?" Nana huffed. "That boy needs to learn to never get in the way of our bonding time."

Chuckling, Tsuna poked Reborn's chubby cheek. "No, Kyoya isn't working me that hard. But he needs to know when to take a break. It's just… How should I say this? Um…"

"You can tell me anything, Tsu-kun."

Tsuna sighed. "Yeah, I know. Just don't freak out, okay?" He chewed on his lip. "I…found a basket of babies on my doorstep…"

"Ah…"

"Yup…"

There was a brief moment of silence until his mother spoke again, "Go on, Tsu-kun."

"Right so, I found a basket of babies on my doorstep."

"Yes, you said that already."

A beat of silence.

"God, I found a basket of babies on my doorstep."

"Tsu-kun, focus. Take a deep breath and let it out. Good."

Massaging the bridge of his nose, Tsuna took a moment to collect himself. "I don't know what to do, Mama. I was thinking of calling social services but, it just doesn't feel right. I can't really explain it. And the person that left them here—I feel like they did it on purpose." His voice grew a bit higher. "I just don't know what to do because—gah! I found a basket of babies on my doorstep, Mama!"

"Okay, Tsu-kun, listen to me very carefully." Nana's soothing voice calmed him down a little bit. "What does your instincts tell you?"

"Not very good things…"

"Tsu-kun."

Tsuna sighed. "I don't know—keep them?"

His uncanny intuition tended to guide him in the "right" direction under the most unfortunate situations—this happened to be one of them. Goddamn it.

"Okay. If someone left them there, then it means you were chosen for a reason." Nana giggled. "With all the strange things going on in the world, this is quite normal! Why, it's like fate."

Tsuna deadpanned. "Mama."

"Right, right. Well, you could always try to find their parents."

Tsuna grimaced. "I don't know. I mean, would you want to find the people who intentionally abandoned them in the first place? I'd probably strangle them."

Nana hummed to herself. "I suppose." She sighed. "Well, one person's burden is another person's treasure right, Tsu-kun?"

"Um, I don't know about that…"

"Oh! If you're taking care of them, there are some things you should know. You'll learn how to distinguish their crying soon and also…"

Tsuna scrambled to find a notepad and write down every word his mother said. The dread that coiled in his stomach came from the fact that his seemingly normal life was probably going to go down to shit after today and not from the dozen pages of notes he wrote (both front and back). The fact that his mother made him promise to send him pictures and visit with them soon only solidified what was only one of the few sane moments he had left.

"Don't worry, Tsu-kun! You're wonderful with children! You'll be a natural at this."

The dread intensified, making Tsuna feel nauseous. Glancing at the sleeping infants, he wasn't so sure. Call it his gut instinct.

Bermuda was never a troublemaker.

Well, "never" was a strong word. Either way, he stayed out of everyone's business and they stayed out of his with Reborn being the exception—honestly, Reborn was an exception to everything.

Bermuda didn't quite understand why his brother antagonized him the most. There was nothing funny about his appearance—they were all attractive by mortal standards—and he never did anything to wrong Reborn. Was it perhaps how different their domains were? But Reborn wasn't the typical image of a sun god while Bermuda was the perfect image of a moon god.

In the end, he attributed Reborn's dislike as some kind of "sibling rivalry" as the mortals had coined the term, which still never made sense to him and probably never would.

He still didn't understand why he had to be roped in Kawahira's punishment. Granted, he had taken Reborn and Fon hostage in his chains, but that was something Kawahira should have praised him for—not whatever this was.

Oh, Bermuda wasn't stupid. He knew Kawahira would eventually snap at some point—his siblings can be absolutely insufferable, especially Reborn who caused 99% of the chaos in the house. While Kawahira's patience was admirable, Bermuda still seethed when he was forced into an uncomfortable, lethargic state so abruptly.

On one hand, he was briefly reminded (and amazed) at how powerful Kawahira was, but on the other hand, he was furious for being dragged into this when he didn't do anything. All he did was take his usual morning nap and those intolerable cretins woke him up, which was absolutely forbidden, just like it was to never touch Reborn's espresso supply or eat anything Viper labeled before he fined you with an exorbitant amount of money.

Rules were never taken seriously in their household, sadly, and they were stuck in some kind of headache-inducing cycle of constant violence and petty revenge. Honestly, Bermuda was tired of it and he liked the details of Kawahira's curse if he wasn't forced into it either.

He didn't know how much time had passed but he was hoping that he'd get out of this state sooner or later. Frankly, he vowed that as soon as he woke up that Kawahira would never see daylight again for the next centuries. That was, if he got to him before his siblings.

Suddenly, there was a slight shift in the empty black space. Ah, he was finally waking. He stretched to reach that small sliver of light, the illusion of his non-corporeal body slowly but gradually growing lighter in his sea of dark slumber. A strange sensation rippled through him as if he was finally settling down.

Bermuda barely had the time to adjust when his eyes fluttered open. He grimaced as bright light assaulted his vision. Why were his eyes so sensitive? The cacophony of noises around him was suddenly much louder than they seemed. He could hear a coffee machine whirring to his…left? Right? He wasn't sure. There was also something next to him, if he wasn't mistaken. Soft fabric was wrapped around his body, which he realized was small—very small.

"You are to be cursed in human bodies as infants with nothing more than your own conscience. You will have no access to your magic or affinities until the curse is complete."

A dull but terrible pang suddenly rippled through Bermuda's stomach; to his horror, his throat burned with the need to cry. Bermuda never cried. He was a god who governed the moon and the night; the language of shadows was deeply entrenched in his blood. That was Skull's job.

Before he could stop himself, frantic, wailing cries slipped past his lips. His confusion grew with his abhorrent crying. Even to himself, he sounded inhuman, annoying him more than he would ever admit.

There was a rush of distant footsteps that was mostly mute in his ears—why couldn't he stop crying? The pang in his stomach never went away, and that was when he realized that he was experiencing hunger, something neither of the gods ever experienced. Sustenance was merely a commodity and something they indulged in occasionally, but wholly unneeded.

Kawahira was never leaving his torture chambers, Bermuda vowed. And Sepira won't sway him because she was just as guilty as he was.

A blurry figure soon came into view. Bermuda couldn't distinguish the colors or really focus on the figure through his meddlesome tears. He was suddenly lifted into warm hands, the physical touch somewhat unsettling. Yet it was still oddly nice, much to his chagrin. Something firm and smooth pressed against his mouth and, again, to his horror, he immediately latched onto it, sucking on the strange material as if his life depended on it.

A strange liquid soon trailed down his throat. It reminded him of milk but…it wasn't. Either way, it was wretched, but satisfied the pangs in his stomach.

This was absolutely mortifying.

Kawahira was never going to leave his sights.

A gentle thumb caressed Bermuda's cheeks, wiping away his tears. "Ah, you're drinking pretty well. That's good. Jesus, didn't your parents feed you when you came out?"

Bermuda struggled to focus through his daze on the blurry figure in front of him. His eyes—mortal baby eyes, he might add—were completely useless. It was a…man. Young, most likely in his early twenties; his voice was a little mature yet soft. He briefly wondered if Sepira had taken on the visage of a young man, but discarded the idea. She rarely ever intervened in these kinds of situations.

The fact the man was Japanese didn't help either—Kawahira was fond of Japanese customs and dishes.

"You must be Bermuda," the man said. "I'm Tsuna." He chuckled sheepishly. "Funny story: I found you and Reborn in front of my door. I nearly lost my sh—mind. Yeah, mind. This is just…really weird, I'm sure, for all of us. I kind of want to find the person who left you here, but I'd probably ki—strangle them." He paused. "I really shouldn't be saying these things in front of you."

Bermuda tried to piece together what Tsuna said. Sepira must've brought them here on purpose because that woman never did anything without purpose. So, the soft mass of flesh next to him was Reborn. Wonderful. A small part of Bermuda was sadistically looking forward to his brother's reaction to his predicament. He vaguely wondered where his other siblings were, but was content with the idea that they were suffering the same fate as him (he didn't do anything wrong—damn you, Kawahira).

"Ah, you're done."

Bermuda was both relieved and upset when the baby bottle left his lips. Also, upset that he was upset in the first place. This body was working completely against his mind. Kawahira would die by his hands.

"I have to thank Kurokawa-san ten times over when I see her next time."

While Tsuna hummed to himself, Bermuda tried to look around for a better grasp of his surroundings. All he saw was a blurry mess of gray, beige, and some green. The urge to wreak havoc with his chains was strong, but useless when he realized that he couldn't call on them.

Kawahira had really outdone himself. He was still dead to him though.

"Ah, are you cold?"

Bermuda blinked when Tsuna wrapped his warm blanket much more securely around him. Resting on the crook of the man's arm, the infant god realized how…strangely comfortable it was. He mentally shook his head. This was a challenge that he would not succumb to. If this man had anything to do with the curse or not, it didn't matter.

His vengeance did not discriminate and showed no bounds.

And yet, he found himself slowly drifting back to slumber with the sound of keyboards clacking softly in the background…

Everything was just dull to him.

Reborn had struggled against the powerful magic that Kawahira cast on him, but he was forced to realize that it was useless. The much older being really outdid himself this time, he thought with a snarl. He was going to kill him; hunt him down like the swine he was and tear him to shreds.

Of course, Reborn wasn't ignorant to the fact that he caused 99% of the mess in their household, or the fact that Kawahira would snap sooner or later. Frankly, it shouldn't have taken so long. He had underestimated the man's patience. Reborn might be the sun god, but he was also the incarnate of chaos. He thrived on it—siblings be damned, they were going to suffer anyways because Reborn did things his own way.

However, one thing he never accepted was failure—and he failed to avoid the curse Kawahira placed on them.

Never mind the fact that they probably deserved it—Reborn gave, never took.

For a moment, he wondered how much longer it'd take until he returned to his senses. A part of him was eager to get his hands on Kawahira while another part of him was waiting for him to just wake up.

Finally—finally—a sliver of light broke through the inky darkness and Reborn reached out to it immediately, latching onto the source of his own entity. However, he felt nothing resonate with his corporeal form.

Snapping his eyes open, Reborn blinked to adjust to his dim—much too dim—surroundings. He tried to get accustomed to his foreign environment, but his senses were tremendously sensitive and his movements were constricted by a firmly wrapped, very warm and comfy blanket. Still, he tried to move the best he could before realizing how…small his body was.

"You are to be cursed in human bodies as infants with nothing more than your own conscience. You will have no access to your magic or affinities until the curse is complete."

Mentally snarling, Reborn immediately opened his mouth and wailed. He internally cringed—Reborn didn't cry or wail or shriek—but at this point, he was hoping it'd kill some people now if it could. Shrieking, he tried kicking against his warm confines, but his body wasn't moving the way he wanted it to.

Kawahira was going to die, he vowed.

"Shit," a groggy voice said.

Reborn paused. There was…another person here? He also spoke Japanese. Kawahira liked Japanese culture. Someone else was going on his hit list. Going on the defense, Reborn struggled even more against his confines, wailing louder and louder.

"Crap, I forgot to wake you. Shit." Something grabbed a hold of Reborn and he thrashed against the gentle but firm hold. "God, please stop moving. Here."

Something smooth and firm pressed against his lips. Reborn internally hissed. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to open his mouth, no matter how much his body told him otherwise. The pangs in his stomach were largely ignored in favor of just screaming his head off. A sadistic part of him had no shame in this action—if it would get the person to back off, he was fine with it. It wasn't his style, but if it was effective. It would do—for now.

The stranger hushed him. "Shit, what am I doing wrong? Aren't you hungry, Reborn?"

The god mentally reeled. How did this person know his name? Who was he? Why was he here? Reborn just continued to shriek and cry, writhing uselessly in the stranger's secure hold. Through his tears, he could barely make out the young man. Everything was too dark.

"Are you scared, Reborn?"

Reborn made the mistake of stopping. Who was this man?

The man laughed softly. "Was I right? Maa, you and Bermuda are pretty smart. It's like you can understand what I'm saying. I'm sure you must be more familiar with seeing your mother's face—well, if you ever saw her face at all."

The man rocked Reborn gently in his arms, the motion oddly soothing, much to the god's distaste. He was also moving, but Reborn couldn't tell where he was going. So, Bermuda was with him. Lovely. And he must've waken before him, too. If Reborn could, he'd throttle his brother.

"Well, it's weird. I found you and your brother in front of my door. I've been thinking about finding your parents too, but not too sure if I want to. I'd probably kil—beat them up. But you're both stuck with me for now. I'm Tsuna, by the way."

Reborn mentally scoffed. He didn't care about the man's name; he wanted to break this damn curse. Kawahira was very thorough, Reborn would give him that much.

There was a rustling of curtains beside him; the sound, though faint, bothered Reborn's sensitive eardrums. A sliver of moonlight streamed through the large windows and Reborn couldn't help but stare at the vast expanse of tall, blurry buildings and fuzzy array of colors.

"This is Tokyo," Tsuna said quietly. "I wonder where you came from. Hopefully not too far though you do look European. Maybe…Italian?"

Reborn peered up to get a better look of the young man. Tsuna's face was blurry, but the god could make out brown hair and a soft face. All he could think was, "Pathetic."

"I wonder why your parents left you. You're both pretty cute; I don't know if anyone would have the heart to leave you."

When Reborn returned to his original form, he was going to shoot Tsuna into oblivion and throw him into the sun. No one called Reborn cute. He was hot, gorgeous, handsome—not cute.

"I wonder which one of you is older."

Reborn mentally sneered. Of course it was him, no matter how many times Bermuda insisted they were born at the same time—semantics. Tsuna closed the curtains and walked away; the sound of his home slippers was soft in the peace of his home. Reborn mentally berated himself for not taking the time to observe his surroundings, but then again, he was a fucking human infant, the epitome of uselessness.

It was at that moment, he realized how inept he was—and that pissed him off even more.

He hoped that Tsuna noticed the scathing look on his face—well, he hoped it looked like that since he was a useless infant.

With a silent, sadistic purr, Reborn vowed that he was going to make Tsuna's life a living hell. He might as well enjoy this for what it was worth. For now, Tsuna will be the unfortunate substitute for Kawahira.

Reborn had to vent somehow.

Tsuna was convinced that Reborn was a baby from hell, Satan's incarnate, a devil in disguise—everything that was unholy because the goddamn little shit wouldn't shut the fuck up once all night.

He should've expected this—raising newborns wasn't easy and he sympathized with all the mothers in the world. But he had a feeling something was wrong when Reborn gave him a look after trying to calm him down. He didn't even know newborn infants could give people a look, but his guts told him that it definitely happened.

By the crack of dawn, Reborn had wailed incessantly at random intervals, quickly closing his mouth before Tsuna could shove the baby bottle in the little shit's mouth. He had a feeling—a very strong feeling—that Reborn was going to be the cause of his migraines in the future.

Exhausted, Tsuna walked around his home for the millionth time trying to appease Reborn in any way possible. The baby didn't even sleep. He'd look at Tsuna with unnervingly sharp eyes, which looked a bit golden-brown (or yellow, which would cement his demon status), and just stare. Tsuna's arms numbed from carrying Reborn the whole night and he wasn't lying when he thought about chucking the baby out the window on multiple occasions.

A small coo caught Tsuna's attention when he rounded the sofa. Shit, Bermuda was up. Tsuna walked towards the couch—he had ordered a large crib because they were not sleeping in a basket forever—and grabbed Bermuda's bottle from the table. The quieter and much more behaved twin watched him quietly as he guided the bottle to the baby's lips.

Bermuda hesitated before latching onto the bottle's tip.

"You know what," Tsuna muttered, "I'm convinced that Bermuda's the older one. He's less of hassle than you, Reborn. Even if he isn't, he's the oldest in my book."

Bermuda glanced at him then and Tsuna realized how his eyes looked more silver than gray, like moonlight. As if to punish him for what he just said—yes, punish—Reborn started to wail again. Tsuna grimaced.

Thank God, the walls were soundproofed.

Tsuna's jaw clenched. "Reborn, I don't want to be a baby-killer but you're really pushing it and I really don't want to spend the rest of my life in jail."

The little shit just continued crying. Even Bermuda looked a tinge annoyed at his brother's behavior. Tsuna never knew that infants could be so…expressive. Maybe it was from the lack of sleep—yeah, he hadn't slept a wink either. Fuck.

"I'm going to burn you alive."

Tsuna pursed his lips when Reborn managed to tug some of his hair. Bermuda let go of the bottle and stared at him for an unnerving second before looking at Reborn with…amusement? Contempt? Okay, Tsuna needed to sleep for a week, Kyoya and his work be damned.

Oh, shit.

He had work today.

Cursing under his breath, Tsuna took away Bermuda's bottle before grabbing Reborn's and shoving it in the wailing baby's mouth. He grinned at the stunned (and murderous) look on Reborn's face.

"I may be a wuss, but I'm not stupid," he said, ignoring his gut telling him that he shouldn't provoke the newborn.

Either way, it got Reborn to shut up, even if he refused to drink the formula (Hana was going to be treated like a queen forever). Even Bermuda stared at Tsuna with inquisitive eyes. Tsuna didn't care. Reborn was quiet. Tsuna checked the clock on the wall: 6:27 AM. Kyoya woke up at six for his morning tea and daily jog, which was to never be disturbed.

Tsuna didn't give a shit anymore.

Speed-dialing Kyoya's number, he placed his phone in-between his cheek and shoulder so he could hold Reborn's bottle. The little shit still wasn't drinking. Tsuna was leaving it there forever.

Kyoya picked up on the fourth ring with a hiss, "Wha—"

"I am going to say this only once," Tsuna deadpanned. "I'm not coming in for work. Yes, I'm using one of my infinite sick days today. No, I won't say why because I'd like to keep my personal life separate from work. And if you try to refuse, I will resign right now and move to Antarctica. Also, don't send Tetsuya to check on me. I'm a grown man. I'm not going to Namimori this weekend either. Don't worry—I'll be working from home so just text me if you need anything. Ask Haru to call for takeout or something for lunch. You'll live."

There was a beat of silence. Finally, Kyoya spoke, "You will come on Monday."

Tsuna grimaced. He didn't think that far. "Miss me already, Kyoya?"

"I won't tolerate this forever, usagi."

With that, Kyoya hung up. Tsuna rolled his eyes. At least he was off the hook—for now.

"Reborn, if you don't drink the damn formula, I'm going to give it to Bermuda and you can starve."

Reborn just blinked, clearly unimpressed. Tsuna wondered how long it'd take for him to get caught if he tossed Reborn over the balcony.

Probably not long.

Little Notes and Fun Facts

1) Newborn infants can't focus farther than 8 to 12 inches. They can detect light, shapes, and movement beyond that, but it's mostly blurry.

2) Ah, the language of babies' crying—quite extensive.

3) Breastmilk is the better option for newborns, but Tsuna has to go with formula, which apparently tastes disgusting according to some people.

4) Tsuna is talking a lot around Reborn and Bermuda because it's best for them to get associated with his voice. According to his mother (and research), a parent's voice is the best "music" for newborns. Plus, touch is also important, lol.

5) Reborn and Bermuda—anyone else think of the song "My mind is telling me no/But my body, my body's telling me yes"? No? Just me? Okay… (Poor them, to have to succumb to something so pathetic as biological urges)

6) When Tsuna is proving to be a natural at this… (cackles)

A/N Thank you so much for your reviews and favorites!

So, now we are introduced to Tsuna's reaction and Bermuda and Reborn. Yay, lol.

Oh, Nana, one of the few sane people who can anchor Tsuna from slipping into future insanity. I wanted to make her more helpful instead of being too oblivious like in canon because I can give Tsuna that much, haha. Though she does have her moments, she'll help Tsuna a lot in the future.

I have no idea how to take care of a baby so I had to research on how along with their biology and psychology, ahaha. The portrayal might not be accurate but I'm going to do my best. The Arcobaleno are just going to be pissed a lot, lol.

Also, for the curse, I planned it out but since I suck at math, I'm not sure if it's correct. So, the curse will last five years (poor Tsuna) and at the end of every year, they will grow by five years until they reach the physical age of 25 at the end of the fifth year. Not sure how to divide the months and weeks for their unconventional growth, so if anyone can help me with that, it'd be great! Anyways, that's how I see it. I could wing it if y'all can forget the passing time aspect, lol.

Thank you so much for reading! Leave a thought or two if you can. They motivate me a lot! :^D

I hope to see you again in the next chapter.

Have a lovely day~

Little Miss Bunny

Revised: 4/11/2018