Note: There will be slash. AU. Using of common sense (because BABIES!), Law enforcement. Brilliant characters. Slow update. Short chapters.

Edit: 08/21/2017

Thanks for telling me about my mistake Sorako5. I didn't notice it.

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02:

"The mafia?" Takeshi asked again, to which Tsuna nonchalantly answered.

"Yes."

"A-and this was told by a baby hitman?" Shoichi's eyes were wide when he spoke, disbelief coloring his voice.

"Pretty much."

He looked ready to faint as he continued staring at him in disbelief. Tsuna couldn't really blame him. Out of all of them, Shoichi has the least desire for violence. Once upon a time, he would have been just like him, queasy and utterly terrified of anything that would disturb his normal life. He would never have let anyone know of his intellect or how differently he sees things around him.

He wouldn't have changed into this, into how he was today if those people hadn't tried to kill him that very first time and continued time and time again and he had to use everything he had, everything around him that he could use as a temporary weapon or shield, take advantage of the buildings around him and his knowledge of the town he lived in despite his lack of stamina just to live. He had to be cunning, had to be fast and not hesitant to do anything to survive.

He was just five when it had started.

Then he hadn't cared what anyone else thought other than his mom. Ironically enough, this was when he started gaining friends of his own.

Tsuna noticed how Takeshi looked unusually serious and Kyoya had that frown on his face. Byakuran though, his childhood friend was smiling. He stared at him for several seconds, eyes slowly narrowing when Byakuran's grin widened even more when he noticed him staring.

"You know." It wasn't a question.

"They finally came!" Byakuran exclaimed almost happily. It looked like the words just burst out of his mouth, chains of silence finally withering away.

"What do you mean?" Takeshi asked as he looked at the other teen.

"Well Take-chan, the Vongola has always been in my dreams."

"What dreams?" Shoichi frowned in confusion at that. Tsuna looked at Byakuran, intently listening along with every one of them. His guts, his instincts, the one that he always relies on as accurate told him that his friend wasn't lying to him. That what he had to say is significant.

"Vongola is the most powerful Famiglia in the mafia world," he started while still having that large smile, ignoring Shoichi's question. Tsuna saw that all of them, even Irie wasn't annoyed with that. They only listened attentively. "They also have people around them, allies that are as powerful as them especially in the use of their flames."

He already knows that. The rest though don't. It wasn't as if he managed to tell them anything earlier other than his father is a part of the mafia. That kind of took precedence than everything else.

He had, after all never considered his absent father to be a part of a criminal organization. Although really, he should have known.

Iemitsu is unworthy to be called a father. He had never been a father to him, much less a husband and anchor for his mom. Even their protection wasn't a priority for his so-called father. If it is, no one would have targeted him.

Every misfortune he had could be pointed out to his father. Oh, and that old man Iemitsu called his boss.

He really should have known. Thinking about the two of them always makes his instincts raise in alarm. It's a good thing that he had never really been particularly close to his father or the man would have done everything he could to stop him from having connections to the law enforcement.

"Vongola?"

"What flames?"

"Speak herbivore."

Byakuran just continued to smile as he looked at him. Tsuna wasn't concerned much about what his friends were asking since he knew about them a little.

"What dreams Byakuran?" How could his friend dream about the mafia, specifically about Vongola? He managed to know the name of the mafia family and even knew that they were and still are supposedly the most powerful Famiglia in that other part of the world.

"I'll tell you about them later Tsu-chan," he answered after a minute of staring at each other with the others only looking at them. Tsuna wanted to press because that particular question made his instinct practically give him an alarm sign, but he didn't. As much as Byakuran likes being a cryptic bastard, he is still his childhood best friend, the one that saved him in those hellish days. He cares about him and trusts him, so he let it be. Also, Kyoya's impatience reared its head and he ducked at the tonfa coming his way. He heard it impact the wall behind him.

"Clarify." Tsuna didn't need any one of them to ask specific questions as he already knew what they wanted to know. To give them all he knew, he recounted his conversation with Reborn yesterday afternoon in perfect detail.

There was silence after he finished talking.

"Where is the baby?" Kyoya asked, eyes shrewdly staring at him.

"Asleep."

There was silence again, air tinged in disbelief. Then Kyoya gave him a rare nod, eyeing him approvingly. Byakuran laughed in delight and Yamamoto chuckled.

"Only you Tsuna."

"You poisoned a hitman?" Shoichi's face looked paler than before as he stared at him. "Tsuna-kun, he's going to kill you!" he squeaked in a terrified voice. He at once held his stomach, face twisting in pain. "Ah! My stomach..."

"Well, if I didn't he would have followed me. I have to tell you this in person."

All of them sat on the chairs and sofa around their temporary office (which was actually Kyoya's office as a disciplinary committee president) and gave an understanding nod. Even Irie who is the most vocal of them about poisoning a hitman.

"Wait, how did you do it? A hitman supposedly have brilliant instinct. He had to have suspected what you were doing." Takeshi shrewdly said. Kyoya's forehead creased and Irie looked at him interestingly. Tsuna's lips twitched as he patted the watch he had on his wrist. Shoichi's eyes practically brightened.

"You used my invention!"

"I did."

Takeshi looked at Kyoya with a wicked grin, eyes twinkling playfully. "Guess watching and reading those anime and manga are useful after all."

Kyoya's tonfa is once again thrown to Takeshi's direction. The other just laughed merrily while he dodged.

"This is the time you create those awesome shoes Shou-chan~" Byakuran singsonged. It was his turn to dodge when Kyoya started swinging his other hand that held his precious tonfa towards his direction.

"Destruction of Namimori will not be tolerated," Hibari said. Before he could strike out again though Byakuran asked a question that had all of them focusing once again.

"What flame does he have Tsu-chan?"

It did not take long for him to remember. After all, that yellow pacifier is quite noticeable on the hitman's body.

"Sun." It was yellow, therefore it is sun. Just like Shoichi's.

Wait... Just like Shoichi's... "He has healing..."

"He's like me, therefore by now he should be waking up," Shoichi said, voice sounding serious. Every one of them stared at him. "The sleeping poison that the dart had is enough to knock me out for four hours."

"Reborn's aura feels strong despite his body. It might mean he has a lot of sun flames."

"Reborn?" Byakuran's eyes opened and even he looked at them seriously. "According to my dreams, he is strong. Not only with his chosen field but also with his flames. He's probably awake now. We've been here for two hours after all."

"He's going to know you poisoned him Tsuna," Takeshi stated just as seriously. Kyoya tightened his grip on his tonfa's.

"Ah! My stomach..." Shoichi held his stomach in pain while looking at Tsuna in concern. He smiled at them.

"No worries. This place is protected by illusion seals. He won't really know what we are doing unless he breaks the seal or steps inside. Besides, he can't really do anything much to me."

"Why?" Shoichi asked, baffled at the confidence he heard in his friend's voice, apparently forgetting his pain.

"He needs me. They need me."

"Wait, I thought you won't let them pull you into that road?" Takeshi asked, his brows furrowed.

"I need to."

A tonfa was once again thrown in his direction. It was easy to evade it, but not the poisonous glare Kyoya gave him. Nor the terrified concern in Shoichi's eyes and the wide-eyed stare of Takeshi. He couldn't see through Byakuran's eyes as it was once again closed but he felt like his childhood friend is a little disappointed.

He wondered why. Though he felt like he should know. He didn't manage to think much on it currently though as Kyoya started talking.

"I don't let weak-willed herbivore to be the boss of me." His friend said in an icy tone.

Tsuna's eyes widened a little in confusion. He did not understand what's happening.

"What do you mean?"

"Letting those herbivores pull you around..."

"Who said I'm letting them pull me around?" Tsuna asked in bafflement. His instincts did not warn him about this result. It's calm. As if nothing is wrong. "I need to be on that road to know more. After all, no matter how much we tried, we never had any other important information in regards to the inner workings of the mafia. Their omerta is unbelievably effective and they all follow it fervently. Even those supposed second tier members we captured never told us anything no matter what method we used. They are all terrified of breaking the omerta."

"Uhh..." Shoichi's face revealed a confused look. "Are you talking about infiltration?"

"Of course," he said decisively. "The only way to know more is to enter. The only way to bring them down is from the inside," he stared at all of them in confusion. Tsuna felt like this is the first time he did not understand what his friends are trying to say to him. His current state of confusion actually is a little unsettling to him.

All of his friends are silent and staring at him with conflicting emotions on their face. It is actually the first time he had seen Kyoya looking like he was bludgeoned in the head unexpectedly and didn't know whether to be annoyed or pleased. Even Byakuran's open eyes revealed astonishment and a marshmallow was still half-eaten in his hand.

"You... do know that the current information we have on the mafia isn't enough to pull them down, right? The ones we have are the same as what the other governmental agencies around the world have. Their infiltration success is zero. No one had even stepped foot on the first stage, much less the elites. The third stage members are useless as even they do not know about the rankings and every infiltration that manage to step on the second stage are rooted out within a month."

They all know this. Even their contacts could not penetrate deep. Either they were rooted out or they could not advance. It's frustrating.

The protection of the underworld is ridiculous. Even the unspoken rule of omerta is followed rigorously.

Tsuna could admit that the underworld's system is clean and secrecy is valued. It's admirable, but not enough to stop him from knowing.

Now, opportunity literally landed on his lap, wrapped in gold and delicate ribbons. He can't just throw that away.

"Oh." Takeshi broke the silence, his sheepish smile evoke everyone inside.

Kyoya became calm and carelessly lied down on his sofa to sleep again, he did not even get angry when Takeshi lightly and carefully raised his head to sit down before letting his head rest on his lap. Shoichi gave a huge and audible sigh of relief before he slid down on the floor while Byakuran laughed loudly and joyously.

"You give me such a happy feeling Tsu-chan!"

Tsuna felt like he missed something. He would probably get it sooner if it wasn't for the fact that someone lightly stepped inside the room but violently ripped apart the illusion seal.

"Tsunayoshi Sawada." An ominous voice called out. Tsuna was already familiar with the voice. He turned to where the voice came from and saw a small frame standing on the window frame, face blank yet dangerous waves of aura leaked out of his tiny body.

"Reborn," he calmly said. He felt everyone's surprise stare and it wasn't surprising. Even though he had already told them that the hitman Reborn is a baby, no one in their right mind would really seriously think that was the case. Except for Byakuran that is. With or without his dubious dreams, he had always believed in something unbelievable, but he did not care about that currently.

His full attention is in front of him.

Reborn might look like a baby, but he had never dismissed the claim of being the World's No. 1 Hitman. He is dangerous.

But one wrong move, hitman or not, stronger than him or not, he would become his enemy.

TBC.

A/N:

I am so sorry for those who waited. I actually just got the time to write this, and inspiration to not stop. I know it is tiring to wait for updates that take years but I am not actually a good writer. I have a lot of ideas for stories but also always runs out of inspiration to continue even if I have the entire plot here.

Anyway, here is the chapter. I hope you like this.

Oh, and i also updated some more of my stories the same time as this one so check them out.

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