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"There is nothing less amusing than destroying those who have no will to live." -Hibari Kyoya

Staring at the ceiling I couldn't help but be so utterly bored, there wasn't much I could do in this situation being a baby and all. I was stuck in the crib all day while the woman cleaned the house and what not, which in reality was probably a smart thing to do if you wanted to keep your child safe, but I hated every minute of it. I was used to being able to do whatever I wanted without being supervised so this was a major change for me.

Reincarnation was a major change actually.

There isn't any correct way I can explain what it felt like to be born again, I could barley even remember it since I had been so utterly confused and panicked. It was wet though, that much I can remember. There was also screaming, but I was pretty sure that was me trying to ask what the Hell was going on and only succeeding in making screeching like sounds instead.

I was a normally calm person, don't get me wrong. My friend liked to say I was surprisingly 'Zen' for someone teaching High School, so the whole screaming and wriggling around in a panic for a few days was very out of character for me. Eventually though I had forced myself to calm down, freaking out wasn't helping anything, and I actually tried to figure out what the heck had happened. The memory of my death, of the children screaming and my heart nearly beating out of my chest was still very fresh in my mind. I knew I had died, I had heard the gun shot and there was no way the shot would have missed.

So being very alive was very mind-bending for me.

Reincarnation was for heroes right? People who did amazing things, like saving cats and such, would have been a better candidate to be reincarnated. Sure if I saw a cat stuck in a tree I would have climbed up to help it, and then promptly remember I hated heights and end up becoming stuck myself.

Why was I here again?

In fact I wasn't quite sure if I knew where here was. The woman I assumed was my mother hadn't brought me out of the room yet, so as far as I knew the whole world was the bright blue nursery with my only company being the small baby beside me. He was a cutie though, with wide brown eyes and a small tuft of brown hair that was already showing signs of sticking up like he had been electrocuted.

The woman had called him Tsu-kun, a name that rang a bell in my head, which I thought was an odd name for a child. But I suppose it was a lot better then Tsu-Tsu, I was still stuck between curiosity and horror when it came to my name, I desperately hoped that she was just very bad at nicknames and didn't actually name me Tsu-Tsu of all things.

Compared to me though, Tsu-kun was tiny, no really he was so small. I was probably a head higher then him already and it had only been a few months since we were both born, so the poor dude was probably stuck being small until he hit puberty.

Ugh puberty, I had to go through that again. The first time was no fun, I had never been sexually active person but when I hit puberty I had gotten a lot more restless. To try and fend off the urges I was feeling constantly I had hit the gym and ran on the treadmill for a good few hours everyday for weeks. It helped me both psychically and mentally, and eventually I had calmed down enough to not have to run myself ragged everyday.

Now though, I would have to go through that hell again.

The months passed by slowly but I spent most of them trying to make myself as normal as possible by watching how fast Tsu-kun developed. I wasn't keen to bring attention to myself so I stuck to achieving such things as crawling and sitting up after he did, it was a tedious task but like I said, I was a 'zen' person so I could deal.

The woman, who I eventually learned was named Nana, was something else. She was a very happy, loving mother, but she was a little...air-headed. I could watch her start the laundry then after a few minutes suddenly remember something and walk away completely forgetting she hadn't completed her first task. Now I wasn't one to judge, everyone was special in their own way, but she had to take care of two small children by herself on top of everything else so I was a little cautious.

In the end though she was somehow able to complete all the chores while taking care of us, I would never understand what magic she was using to look so calm and happy all the time. If I had been her, no matter how Zen, I would have been pulling out my hair and cursing up a storm.

I was glad to find out though, that I was in fact not named Tsu-Tsu and actually had a normal name. Ietsuna was a nice name I supposed, though when I learned that my brother's name was Tsunayoshi I wondered if by chance she was an otaku or just liked the Japanese Emperors a whole bunch. I had read Katekyo Hitman Reborn once upon a time, a long time ago, so I really couldn't remember a whole lot but I did remember some things. Like how Tsuna's mother was named Nana and how she looked scary similar to the Nana who was taking care of us.

I pondered over the chance of being reborn into an anime world, because who could have known? How was that even possible in the first place? Unsurprisingly I couldn't come up with a satisfying answer, or one that even made sense. Katekyo Hitman Reborn wasn't real, how could it be? People controlled Flames that could accomplish impossible things, Hitman babies tutored Middle Schoolers to be the next Mafia boss and some white-haired guy ran around the universes trolling everyone.

It shouldn't have been possible but alas here I was, sitting next to Tsunayoshi who just happened to be my twin brother.

I had a feeling that even if I didn't want to, I would inevitably change something. Without even knowing I had already changed the canon by being born, in the Manga Tsuna was an only child who was constantly bullied by his peers for being so 'dame'. Now though he had me, someone who really disliked people who thought they were so much better than everyone else. Not that I would go out of my way to create a scene, I liked observing more then being observed, but if the bulling escalated I would step up.

I didn't want to take any advantages over my knowledge of the future, so I wasn't going to go out of my way to become friends with everyone. Why would I? Tsuna was a given, I didn't want to be a horrible sibling and ignore him, but I would just let everything else flow like it wanted.

I suppose around a year after I had been reborn, I didn't count the days so it was just a guess, Tsuna finally started trying to speak actual words. For a child he was quiet, very scared of the teddy bear in our room but quiet all the same. Nana was delighted of course, and so was I. Blabbering nonsense and trying to hold back the urge to try and talk had been nagging at me for months, but I was more determined to make sure he seemed to develop faster then I. It was mostly to try and make her see, yes he was smart and maybe give her more faith in her son then she had shown in the manga.

Learning to walk, well that was an experience, mostly for Tsuna. He had succeeded in standing up by grabbing onto the couch and leaning onto it, but as soon as he had hoisted himself up his foot had slipped and he had face planted on the ground before even taking a step. I still winced at the memory, because that must have hurt. Any of his other attempts ended up with similar results to the point where Nana was becoming a little worried, I could see it in her eyes each time he tripped on nothing. So as the teacher I was, I decided to step up and help him out.

Nana was a great mother, but she was always so busy with cooking or cleaning up after us that she never had any real time to help us learn what we needed. I supposed that had been one of the reasons why Tsuna was so timid, his mother was never able to stop and help him learn things.

Good thing I was there I supposed.

Walking across the floor without tripping once was the first thing I 'learned' before Tsuna did. But it was only for the sake of begin able to help him out without hiding the fact that I could walk from Nana. She was happy of course, I had even been picked up and hugged, but that wasn't the point. I had never had to teach someone so young before, so it was certainly a challenge from the start. It didn't help anything that Tsuna would immediately cry when our eyes met, as if I had freaked him out by just staring at him. I think it was my eyes that scared him the most, thought I wasn't certain why, I hadn't had the chance to really look at myself quite yet.

I was determined though, Tsuna wouldn't be so 'dame' this time around. Not in the eyes of his mother at least.

Before we began I made sure Nana would be in another room, if she saw how I was helping him she would have been startled at the amount of intelligence such a young child held and I wasn't too keen to show that off. I started with helping him grab onto the furniture and pull himself up and stay standing up without falling. Honestly being small and, well baby-like, I had a hard time holding him in place from the back, thank goodness he was so small. He had been rather startled at first to feel my hands on his back, but after a few moments he had seemed to realize I was simply helping him out and settled with sniffling instead of just bawling out right.

He was really afraid of my eyes for some reason, but at least he seemed to be getting better.

After a few minutes of him trying to steady himself and me silently helping him out he finally got good enough to stay standing without falling immediately afterwards. The giggle that soon came after, and the cute little bouncing motion he made was enough of a reward for me, this is why I loved teaching.

Now him taking his first steps was the hardest part, while my own walk was still a little unsteady at points I was pretty confident that I could help him walk across the floor without us both falling on our faces. Of course that was only a theory. Ambling forward so I was in front of him I held out my hand and tried to give him the best 'you can do it!' smile I could mange. His eyes instantly teared up, but a determined pout formed on his features and he allowed me to grab his hand gently and start to lead him away from the couch.

His legs were unsteady when he followed me across the floor, like a newborn colt's as he warily took step after step. He nearly fell at some points, but I instantly helped him gain balance before anything unfortunate happened to us both.

I was sure it took about thirty minutes, maybe even longer, but eventually he gained enough courage to walk by himself and the smile that formed on his face was worth the trouble. I loved it when he smiled, it made his eyes light up and face nearly glow. One thing was for certain, he'd be a looker when he got older.

Nana was beside herself in joy, cooing nonsense to him when he walked across the room later that day in front of her eyes.

Heh, mission accomplished.

Of course we were potty trained and all the jazz, thank God I absolutely hated diapers. But as far as learning things went, Tsuna didn't show too much of an obvious struggle, which was to be expected. I knew he was a smart kid, it was just sometimes his fear took over and made it hard for him to think clearly. At least that's what I observed.

Around two I finally was able to grab the stool Nana had bought us to use from underneath the bathroom sink and get a good look at myself. I had tried many times of course, but this time I was just tall enough to see my eyes, the things that always scared the crap out of Tsuna.

What I saw was rather surprising. My eyes were more narrowed then Tsuna's were giving me an overall more 'mature' appearance, but what upset me the most was the color. They were a rather nice shade of dark orange, which was strange in itself, but the fact that my pupil seemed to be a darker shade of orange nearly appearing non existent stumped me. I knew that many anime characters had odd eyes, but this... I looked like a brown-haired Giotto. I wasn't surprised that Tsuna thought I looked terrifying though, my eyes weren't natural, they made me look like I was more intimidating then I actually was

But did this mean I had the Sky Flame too? If so, what did that mean for Tsuna? Were we going to have to fight over the position for the next leader of Vongola?

I wasn't a violent person, really I was lazy if anything, so the thought of fighting my brother of all people wasn't very pleasing. Besides Tsuna was better for the position, he cared for people and put everyone first, if I somehow became the Vongola boss things burn and die. I was a teacher, not a boss of the Mafia. I knew I wasn't fit for the position, and everyone would have to accept that.

I wasn't too sure how that would all go down though. The manga had never explained what happened if twins were born, so I was only making assumptions. For all I knew they picked the oldest and that was that, which meant Tsuna would become the boss and I wouldn't have to worry about anything.

Well, maybe not anything since I was pretty sure it was inevitable for me to become involved with the Mafia. I would be the Vongola Decimo's brother for goodness sake, even if I stayed out of the mayhem and chaos that Tsuna got involved in people would still pester me and assassins would most likely be sent to my door no matter what. So honestly, if I wanted to survive long enough to see Tsuna become the Decimo I would have to train and become stronger so I could fight alongside him.

Hmm, it would be pretty epic. I could imagine us beating the crap out of our enemies with orange fire blazing all dramatically and eyes glowing with power.

Well that is if I even had a flame to begin with. I didn't feel any different, there was no 'energy' I could sense running through my veins. So maybe I would have no choice but to stay on the sidelines like the girls and-No way. I was rather angry with the Manga when I noticed the girls being shoved into the kitchen. Could no one make their own food? Heck reading recipes wasn't that hard, and if there was a problem you could just search up a video and follow that. Kyoko and Haru had basically been clueless about everything that had been going on the whole time, and the only strong woman figure who had kicked butt stayed behind eventually too.

The only one to fight more then a few times had been Chrome and that Ice girl, whatever her name had been, and Chrome had been rather 'delicate' throughout the whole manga. Though she did have her moments, why couldn't she have been able to kick butt without completely relying on Mukuro? If there was one thing in my past life I had learned, it was the fact that women could be one of the most independent, strong beings I had ever met. Why couldn't the manga show that?

I stayed frustrated for a few days after that, but I eventually calmed down when poor Tsuna looked ready to burst out crying any moment. He was rather sensitive when it came to my emotions, which I supposed had something to do with his Intuition.

A few months after our third birthday a man with blonde hair and blue eyes visited.

I had totally forgot we even had a father.

Iemitsu was a loud, boisterous man with a deep voice and overall dramatic personality. He had arrived by opening up the door and yelling the loudest 'I'm home!' I had ever heard, making Tsuna scream in fright and promptly hide behind me.

I wasn't all that impressed by his appearance. Nana on the other hand was beyond delighted and had ran to him from the kitchen, jumping into his arms and giggling when she was spun around and accepting his kiss eagerly. She didn't seem to care he had been gone for three years, she didn't demand where he had been, she was just so happy to see her husband again that everything else was forgotten.

I narrowed my eyes but didn't move, Tsuna's shivering form was enough reason to stay where I was.

Placing Nana down gently Iemitsu's gaze wandered around for a moment before focusing on us making Tsuna 'hiie' quietly behind me.

"Look at how you two have grown!" He crowed, a wide grin on his face as he made his way into the living room. "You're both so big!"

I resisted the urge to raise a brow when he crouched down and opened his arms wide, what did he expect us to do? Immediately sense he was our father and run into his arms, squealing with happiness? Tsuna had no clue who he was, and I had no reason to even smile at him. He had left Nana with two babies for three years with only a few postcards from the Amazon and the Sahara of all places, to me he really wasn't worth getting angry over much less celebrating the fact he had arrived.

Peeking over my shoulder, Tsuna looked at him with wide eyes. "W-who are y-you?"

This made Iemitsu pause, his grin faltering for a moment before it was suddenly plastered back on. "I'm your father!" He replied cheerfully.

Tsuna's grip on my shirt tightened and he glanced over to me as if to check he was telling the truth. Reluctantly I nodded, lips threatening to turn into a scowl.

Sensing the atmosphere becoming tense Nana settled her hand on Iemitu's shoulder, distracting him from us. "Tsu-Tsu won't move until he's sure Tsu-kun isn't scared any more, there's a pie cooking in the oven with your name all over it." Iemitsu nodded, blue eyes flicking toward our direction before he finally got up and followed his wife to the kitchen.

Tsuna didn't move until the blonde had completely vanished, his hands nervously twisting in his shirt as the brunet walked out from behind me to stare at where Iemitsu had just been.

"He's scary." Tsuna commented, voice small and child-like. "I don't like scary things."

"He'll be gone soon." I replied voice flat and Tsuna visibly relaxed with a content sigh.

After teaching Tsuna how to walk he had been much more attached to me, I wasn't even sure if he remembered how I had helped him out but ever since then he hadn't cried once when our eyes had connected. Instead he started relying on me, even more then Nana at some points, to hide from anything he deemed as 'scary'. I supposed I somehow made him feel safer, how was beyond me, but I couldn't find myself minding it too much. It was impossible not to enjoy his company, living with him for the past three years while keeping an eye open in case he needed any help made me slowly get attached to the little guy.

Unfortunately Iemitsu didn't leave for a while, and that sent our peaceful life into chaos.

Thank you for reading! I apologize for any mistakes.