What I Wish I Could Tell You


I wish I could tell you "The daily peace of our lives will end." but it seems that you won't listen.

Tsuna was horrified. Well, he was more of wanting to be horrified. A baby in a suit wearing a fedora was standing on the table and staring down his brother. Which wasn't exactly frightening, but the fact that it was happening was a little…. Well…. Odd. The baby looked over to Tsuna and smiled.

"Ciaossu. My name's Reborn." Tsuna bowed and when he stood back up, he quickly introduced himself with his cell phone.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi." Reborn read the message and asked,

"Can you talk?" Tatsuya clicked his tongue and said,

"No, and it's a good thing he can't." Reborn glanced curiously at Tatsuya as Nana came into the room. "Mom, who is this kid?!"

"He's your new home tutor!" Tatsuya stood agape at his mother for a few seconds, and Tsuna took this as a great time to slip away upstairs. As he entered his room, Tatsuya began to argue with Reborn, who was obviously no normal baby.

But can a child like that really be a tutor? And, a home tutor? He's gonna live with us from now on? Tsuna sighed inwardly and tossed his bag onto his bed. Eventually, after lying on the floor for awhile, Tsuna heard Tatsuya enter his room, accompanied by the child.

"Really, if anyone here needs tutoring, it's not me!" Tatsuya grumbled.

"Don't complain, Stupid Tatsuya." Tsuna could imagine the face Tatsuya was making as he replied,

"Shut up, you can't tell me what to do! You're just a dumb baby who confused my idiot mother into believing you're some home tutor!"

"Have you learned any manners? Never insult your parents or elders." As soon as the click of a gun registered in Tsuna's mind, he was in Tatsuya's room, standing protectively in front of his younger brother. "What are you doing?" The gun lowered a centimeter and Tsuna pulled out his phone.

"What are you trying to do?"

"This is all part of his training."

"You're a home tutor. The word you're looking for is studying, and quite frankly, shooting people isn't the way to go about doing that." Reborn sighed and rose up his gun. He nodded towards the door, gesturing for Tsuna to leave, but Tsuna stood firm. Even if Reborn did shoot, no one would miss him and all would be fine (the kid would probably be satisfied with one kill and walk away). Reborn looked as if he was going to face-palm, but just said,

"I'm tutoring him to become a mafia boss." The room was silent, Tatsuya's jaw wide open and Reborn was smiling. "I should properly introduce myself. I'm Reborn, I'm a hitman who works for Vongola Nono and I've been sent here to train Sawada Tatsuya to become Vongola Decimo. Now," Before he could finish his sentence, Tsuna was thrown to the side and Tatsuya was greedily facing Reborn.

"You're going to make me into a mafia boss?!" Reborn nodded after taking a look at Tsuna, and Tsuna reluctantly accepted the invitation to leave and went back to his own room.

Just don't do any permanent damage. Hearing his brother doubt Reborn and Reborn reassure him, he almost smiled (he had forgotten how to do so), relieved that Tatsuya wasn't killed yet. He wouldn't be sure how his mother would react or how he would react. He was unpredictable; even he himself didn't know what he would be doing. One moment he would be fruitlessly trying to do homework, the next he would be trying to learn how Hibari Kyoya's mind worked.

Speaking of homework, he glanced warily at his backpack. No doubt he would fail every question on every subject, and his mind was already troubled by Reborn's "introduction", so why bother trying? Falling into a chair after grabbing his i-Pod from his desk, he distinguished the left from right and set it to shuffle.

Ah, Idola Circus. Great choice. Mouthing the words, the music invaded his brain and blocked out everything else. What little school work and what Reborn said earlier was lost. The tapping of his fingers, the smell of his mother cooking, the smack of…. A ruler? Was that it? Whatever the sound coming from his brother's room (probably the tutor getting Tatsuya to focus) was, Tatsuya's yelps of pain, everything was barely noticed and soon forgotten. The next song started, and Tsuna's hands immediately began to play the guitar chords (having memorized them but no guitar to play them on). He was soon mimicking the percussion on the desk when the sudden sound of something slamming against the wall brought him back to his senses.

"Shut up!" Tsuna quickly sat on his hands and heard Tatsuya mumble something about "that damn mute and his idiotic music" before getting scared by Reborn and returning to his work. Setting aside his mind's escape, Tsuna decided it would be better to start homework, get most of it wrong, and get scolded by the teacher than possibly getting a detention for not doing it.

Math, English, science, it was all no good. Nothing was understood, nothing was done. Laughing weakly within his brain, Tsuna settled his head down on the desk and scribbled lyrics on his English homework.

Ah, no, I didn't hear that, newscaster, untangle this thread of limbs…. Although his i-Pod was back on the desk, the music rushed back into his head and he closed his eyes, remembering every word of the song. Music always comforted him any time and allowed him to run away, even if it was just a short time.

"Tsu-kun! Tatsu-kun! Dinner is ready!" Grudgingly standing, Tsuna opened the door to leave only to be pushed back in.

"Don't even bother, stupid! Pretend you don't exist; this future mafia boss needs more strength! You don't get dinner tonight!" Reborn walked behind Tatsuya and looked up at Tsuna.

"Are you okay with that? I mean, he's your younger brother. He needs to show more respect." Tsuna just shrugged.

"We're twins. There's no older or younger, and I have no courage to fight with him." Reclosing the door, he suddenly remembered what Reborn had said.

He's probably going to do something to Tatsuya and call it training. Still unsure of the weird hitman/home tutor, he decided to work on math homework to think about something else. And he worked hard on it for about…. Oh, five minutes or so, before he gave up completely and answered every question with five. He didn't care. It wasn't like this one assignment would change his F to an A. Then, he tried studying for the science test, hoping a good ten minutes would at least help him get two more questions right (for a total of two out of ten!). The history homework was actually trashed for having too many rips in the middle from violently erasing. Tsuna wrote total bull-crap on the English homework because, hey, it wasn't like he was going to America or was going to talk to Americans any time soon.

Whoopee, failing classes is so much fun. And there's no real subject I'm really good at! Yaayyyyyyy….. Lying on his back (because his stomach was still in pain), Tsuna tried to make shapes out of the weird bumps in the ceiling. He pulled at individual fuzzies on the carpet. He freaked out upon seeing something under his bed, but relaxed when he realized it was only some discarded school book. He hit his head on the underside of the desk. He played the air guitar to more music. He pretended to howl along with the dogs outside. He made the worst jokes inside his head. In other words, Tsuna did what he did best. Yes, what he did best was….

Avoiding work and failing any work he did.

If that was tested in school, he would have the highest score out of everyone. When it came to procrastination, Tsuna was a pro. He could do nothing for hours straight. He could even avoid being picked on by people by not moving from his room all day, but he didn't wish to bother Nana with calls from the school about truancy.

Your child was truant in periods one through seven…. Tsuna mocked the school calls in his mind with the most annoying voice he could manage and made the mouth talking motion with his hands.

"What are you doing?" Tsuna was lucky he was already sitting in his chair with the back on the ground or he would have jumped a foot in the air, pissed himself, and fell down with the least grace anyone could manage. Reborn had somehow snuck in and was now checking the homework Tsuna had worked on for so long (haha). Well, considering he was a hitman, it would be easy to sneak in. Getting up, Tsuna took a good look at Reborn.

"Are you really a hitman?" Clicking his tongue at Tsuna's "attempts" to answer questions, Reborn turned to him.

"It would add to a bad reputation if a mafia boss had a brother who answered homework questions like this." Tsuna showed him the message again, but Reborn paid no attention to it. "And what's with your answers for the English homework? Do you think of school as a total joke to you?"

"Yes." Pulling a green hammer out of nowhere, Reborn threatened to hit Tsuna. But, Reborn was slightly surprised for a second. The second Reborn had reached back, Tsuna instantly had grabbed his backpack and was hiding behind it. "A reflex I've developed from being bullied so many times. Now, go ahead. Hit me."

"I'm afraid that would only give you more brain damage. I think I'll help you with studying too." With that, Reborn left to go "help" Tatsuya some more with work. Tsuna cautiously put down his backpack and mentally groaned.

I knew it. This is the end for Tatsuya and me. We'll both die. How could Mom have let someone so insane into the house? After a pause of mental silence, he shrugged his shoulders. I'll worry about it when it comes.


A/N: Sorry for not updating in a long while. Idola Circus and its lyrics belong to its producer, Neru.