Alternate ending to Vongola Halloween. Gomen, minna. I know I put this story under completed but ummm... Let's just say that I was rereading the story and had a random blast of inspiration?

Disclaimer: Still do not own KHR and never gonna own it.

"Ewww... There's a hentai onii-san over there."

Tsuna's hand froze over the doorknob of his front door.

He would have ignored the mocking voice of the child behind him, preferring to opt for a tactical retreat to the safety of his own home-where he was planning to remain for the entire week in the hopes that everyone would have forgotten the shameful image of him in his bare minimums-until he realised that the child's voice was very familiar and strangely lacking intonation.

The young Vongola Decimo turned around slowly...

And found himself staring at...

Wait for it, wait for it...

A pumpkin?

Tsuna blinked in stunned surprise.

"Quit staring at me, pedo boss," the pumpkin said, in the same toneless voice as before.

Vongola Decimo considered his options:

One, he could try to figure out why the heck there was a talking pumpkin in front of his house. Or two, he could run away screaming his head off and forget he ever encountered such a thing.

The more he thought about it, the more the second option appealed to him. After all, why should he risk his life- or his soul or whatever it was- to deal with a potentially possessed pumpkin?

"Dame Tsuna! Running away like a loser again?"

Great! Now he was even hearing Reborn's voi-

"HIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Tsuna squealed upon realising that the hitman was actually perched on his shoulder, talking directly into his ear with a mini-loudspeaker.

This, of course, earned him a violent kick to the face, courtesy of a certain Spartan tutor.

"Hmph! Stop being so noisy, Dame Tsuna! It is unbecoming of a Mafia boss," Reborn scolded.

"Being a hentai is unbecoming of a Mafia boss too," the pumpkin quipped emotionlessly. It seemed to consider its own words for a moment before adding, "Ah wait, being a hentai is unbecoming of a human being in general."

Tsuna cautiously bent downwards to examine the strange pumpkin closer, and found himself staring into a pair of very familiar green eyes. The young Decimo sighed, immediately recognising the person he had mistaken for a talking pumpkin. Damn the boy and his ridiculous hats.

"Flan."

"That's my name, hentai onii-san," the boy monotoned.

Tsuna's eyebrows twitched in annoyance. Being the sensible pacifist that he was, the Decimo decided that violence was not the way to handle his problems. So in a completely calm tone that definitely did not threaten extreme pain if disobeyed, he told the young illusionist, "Flan, it would be really REALLY nice if you would please STOP calling me that."

Flan, with blatant disregard for his own well being, responded with a toneless, "That? Ah, you mean hentai onii-san?"

"Yes, Flan, that," Tsuna replied, with utmost patience.

The young illusionist seemed to consider this for a moment. Completely oblivious to the slight increase in temperature, the boy finally answered with a simple "Don't wanna."

Screw patience! Sometimes violence was the only way to get through to his subordinates.

Mukuro only raised an eyebrow amusedly when his troublesome young apprentice came running back to Kokuyo Land, his burning pumpkin hat trailing smoke behind him.

"Shishou, why is your hentai boss so short-tempered?"

Back in the safety of his own home, Tsuna sneezed suddenly. He had a feeling that a certain pumpkin had gone tattling to his master about his- well-deserved, in Tsuna's opinion -mistreatment. He sighed resignedly and hoped to whatever forces were listening that next Halloween would be less stressful.