Tsuna-centric
Ever since he was born, a brunette has lived with Wills of the past in the normalcy of this dame-reality /false sense of security/ as a dame-human like every other, however, it is because of this very weakness, that he trained his eyes, ears and the ability to think.
He was a Dame with his dying will. By learning and gaining experience, he gained the wisdom to achieve what only the Giglio Nero Famiglia bosses have—to predict the future. In his case, by training his Hyper-intuition:
The ability that could see through all.
However, he had taken it upon himself to have it reach its full potential with the addition of cold-reading.
Through what?
-xIx-
"Nufufu? It seems you've got mail, Sawada Tsunayoshi," the 1st Mist Guardian informed the brunette who froze in mid-exhaustion.
"By who?" As far as he knew, he never spoke to anyone except when he when out to get food to cook.
"A friend of yours?" the 1st Rain Guardian asked. Those would be the last people who would contact him. Sitting up, the supposed to be future Decimo opened the email.
-xIx-
... Online courses. Currently, as an university student, which is an astounding accomplishment for a thirteen year old.
Rewards: Staying with his ancient family, yet having the bitter loneliness of not actually having one. Now, don't get him wrong, he loves the people who raised him with the bottom of his heart, but he is selfishly selfless. Giving up the human contact that he, Sawada Tsunayoshi, always yearned for.
Reborn had been assigned by Nono to have the 10th Generation Guardians recieve education in an environment where they could improve their teamwork. With Rokudo Mukuro, Gokudera Hayato, and Lambo suddenly appearing in Namimori, the group started off with hands clenching eachother's in a handshake. He was certain that if this happened ten years before, it would have been complete chaos... Not that it made any difference with the Cloud and Mist Guardians. No, if he truly had to compare the then and now, it's true that they have matured since then, but their also more violent. Most likely from the suppression of adrenaline.
The Godfather of the missing Sky, despite only meeting him once, looked up at the one above him. He wondered what Dame-Tsuna would have done if he were to actually be there to take over Vongola. Assuming that he was anything like Giotto, other than their appearances... Let's say it would have made him lose some of his manliness and the outcome would have stayed the same. Then again, the kid was born with a natural gift of Hyper-intuition and humans are unpredictable, so anything could have happened.
-xIx-
Perhaps it was the snubbed desperation locked behind his sadism that brought him to the abandoned building... or what was supposed to be abandoned. Rumors claim that a cursed orphan who could read people like a book and ghosts were spotted around the place. Conicidence, most likely, but here he was, stepping into well cared for sacred grounds, walking through halls left and right with his own reasons of suspision to back him up.
Online, he had a student by the username of Natsuyuki72 that he had been training to become part of the mafia underworld. Hacking into the location, the signal came from the very place he stands in today.
/Click-clack/click-clack/clickity-clack-clack/
Slowly, but surely, the sound of a keyboard the essence of technology in a place where it shouldn't belong began to echo, leading the hitman's trained ears towards the paradox of a noise.
'There!' Sliding the door, Reborn took in the contents within. If he recalled correctly, which he surely did with that eidetic memory of his. Sitting in front of him were a ghost of the distant past typing away on a laptop and a young teen wearing a helmet, sitting in a chair, wrists held down by its arm's shackles. Virtual reality training.
With hitman astound and the Primo with the expression of being caught red-handed, the former student and tutor had their stare off. Gears whirled in his mind, rationalizing the unexpected turn of events.
Natsuyuki72. Natsu to Tsuna, Yuki to Yoshi, and 72 to 27.
It was Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Why of all places, why were they here? Without a second thought, the tainted Sun Arcobaleno short warped to Dame-Gio and his godson, surprising the blonde in the process. Demanding answers through his silent, cold gaze Reborn stared long and hard. It was out of his character and he himself knew this as well, but seeing his first student and godson safe and sound in this place of all theparts of the world was the last thing he expected.
For old times sake, he took it upon himself to pound his first into Primo's head. "Dame-Gio!"
"Itte! What was that for Reborn?!" The addressed hitman gave him a genuine smirk and just uttered a single word:
"Chaos."
Giotto-centric
To say that Giotto was surprised was an understatement.
"Ne, Reborn, since when did you have Night Flames?"