Chapter 1

This Chapter is unedited in anyway. Shocking! (No, but srs, tell me if you see an error? Pls?)

Warnings: General. Author not knowing how to write properly, haah.

A/N: I actually wrote down a draft. Then I took the time to rewrite the whole entire thing, and man, I still don't know if this is good or not. But hey, I can at least say I tried. There was going to be a chase scene, and the ending was supposed to be a bit longer.

Bleh.

Thanks for all the reviews, favorites, follows, ect! I know I didn't reply to all the reviews, sorry if I didn't, but I'm camera shy and slightly socially awkward on the internet. I do appreciate all of them, truly and surely. And like I said before: I wouldn't take this story seriously, haha.

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[Edit 2/27/17]

Nothing but weirdos since Reborn showed up.

Tsuna thought this again after staring at the limp bird and the spilled can of soda with an expression of shock. He stood up and shook his head fiercely, hoping fervently that he was just off to a weird morning and that the rest of the day would be better- a manta that was becoming a daily occurrence ever since Reborn introduced himself into his life.

With one last perplexed glance at the spilled can and fallen bird that kept twitching spasmodically, Tsuna ran off to school. Hiiieeee, Hibari-san would kill him if Tsuna was late! The only good thing about Reborn's arrival so far was that the threat of Hibari-san actually biting him to death slimmed down considerably when Reborn woke him up at the what should be considered ungodly hours in the morning via torture.

Today's wake up special was an electric shock by a taser (it hurt!), and how Reborn manages to transform his seemingly innocent chameleon into these inane weapons of torture, Tsuna will never know. Didn't want to know, really. It was probably better off if Tsuna didn't know.

It would be even more better off if Reborn just stopped torturing Tsuna all together!

Tsuna was mentally crying in his head at Reborn, as he turned a corner. Just a few more blocks to school and he should have time to maybe have a chance to t-talk to Kyoko-chan in the hallways before class-!

"!"

Well, Tsuna's been clumsy ever since he was a child. This was nothing new. That doesn't mean it was any less embarrassing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tsuna apologized loudly, scrambling up and off the stranger and flailing around in the process. He was pretty sure he accidentally smacked the stranger in the jaw by doing so; his face flushed deeper in embarrassment. How embarrassing! He could just die!

"It-it's okay..., I think." The stranger said slowly, in slightly accented Japanese. He was rubbing at his jaw, and yep, that confirmed Tsuna's suspicion of hitting him in the jaw. The stranger was wincing and blinking in confusion, before the greenest pair of eyes Tsuna has ever seen snapped towards his. "Are you okay? I must not have been looking where I was going..."

"What!? No! I'm-" Tsuna flailed, shaking his head. Augh, this was all his fault! "This- I'm- It's my fau- I'm sorry!" Tsuna finished lamely, bowing at the stranger who was still sitting dazedly on the ground. "I'm just in a rush to class and I'm clumsy and I'm just a no-good-"

Tsuna realized he was blabbering and stopped himself, face red. The stranger only blinked up at him.

Before laughing out loud.

Ahh- Tsuna closed his eyes and almost whimpered. He was used to being made fun of, he was dame-Tsuna for crying out loud! Still doesn't mean that it got any less painful, just more expected. Tsuna hunched in on himself, bowing his head in shame.

"It's okay," the stranger said easily. The stranger got up and brushed himself off, still smiling at Tsuna. His expression was amused and honest, not the cruel expression of mockery Tsuna was expecting. "No one was hurt, and nothing was damaged; just unexpected."

Tsuna felt a peak of hope, "So you weren't laughing at me...?"

"Oh no, I was." The stranger said cheerfully, and Tsuna deflated. How could he say that so bluntly? "The situation was just funny to me. Anyways, I gotta go; it was nice meeting you!" And like a flash of lighting, the stranger was walking away and and leaving Tsuna staring after him in shock and dejection.

Nothing but weirdos since Reborn showed up.

Tsuna picked up his bag and ran the rest of the way to school, willing the strange incidents from this morning out of his mind. He still had time to not be late, and thus, not being bitten to death by a certain blood-lusting Skylark!

-0-0-0-0-

Harry rubbed at his jaw. Despite what he said, that kid had some strength behind his flailing. It didn't hurt, hardly anything 'hurt' when considering he was Lightning User, but the area felt tender and Harry briefly wondered if it was going to be swollen or not. Too bad he wasn't a Sun, but oh well: any Flame Users, when trained properly, could ignore the pain that came with from day to day life.

In his case, it had something to do with with his Flames Hardening ability or something. Harry just thinks it's just the 'Lambo-is-so-trigger-happy-how-am-I-not-dead-yet' experience he had. Why the Bovino decided to start training Lambo in grenades and rocket launchers when he could barely walk was beyond him. Then again, why Harry let them could also be asked.

The answer? Harry didn't really have one beyond, "Huh, I guess this is just how the Mafia does it."

Bullshit!

But still, despite Harry's mistakes in raising Lambo, he thinks he could be forgiven because he was still just a child himself. Sure, his mistakes consisted of letting his responsibility be raised as a hitman by the Bovino Family, and getting young Lambo addicted to all things grape and sweet; Harry did an okay job in his books. In fact, all of Lambo's misgivings just endeared him even more to Harry, so he didn't really see a problem in how he raised him.

...Except that Lambo just ran away without telling him all the way to Japan.

It was just Lambo not telling him was the problem. And also the fact that Lambo's father was not assassinated, much less by Reborn, The (yes, it deserved a capital 'T') World's Greatest Hitman. Why the Bovino told young Lambo such a lie didn't even cross his mind when he packed and booked it straight to Japan, but now that he was here, it bugged the hell out of him. A whole lot of questions, without a whole lot of answers.

Another nagging thought was that Reborn was actually here in Namimori. If he was, great! Harry will just snatch Lambo (Lambo always finds trouble, always) up and apologize quickly, before getting the hell out of dodge and hope to see another day. Not that he expected it to be that easy, but he was a Lightning User, thought out plans was not his forte despite his training. See the big picture, forget the details, right?

He'll burn that bridge when he got to wherever he needed go.

Everything could wait, after Lambo is found.

Harry tried to remind himself this when he came onto a rather odd scene. A girl, with her bike (he assumed it was hers. If not, then people should really be more considerate about parking their bikes randomly in public walkways) parked nearby, was crouching over a spilled can of orange soda and a...yep, that's definitely a dead bird.

A dark rotting haze was being omitted from the spilled soda.

The girl was scowling at the items, and seemed only a bit older than himself. Harry made a face, already having an encounter with a stranger checked off for his day's plan, and wondered if he should just take another street. It wasn't like he was had any particular destination in mind, the Bovino didn't tell him all the details like they apparently told Lambo (no matter how resourceful that little sucker was, there was no way in hell Harry believed him capable of actually tracking Reborn's exact location).

But Lambo was a Lighting. And Lightning attracts a lot of attention.

So Harry was just wandering around hoping to see a 5 year old with a cow-patterned onesie and an afro.

Before he could really make a decision, the girl spotted him. Green eyes blinked at him, a pale green to Lambo's electric ones, and she was suddenly up and standing in front of him. Flowers bloomed out of thin air around her, hands clasping together as she smiled at him sweetly-

Harry almost reeled back in disgust at being reminded of Ottavio at her 'sweetest' moments.

Ew, ew, ew!

"Have you seen a kid with fluffy brown hair and a stupid face?" The girl asked, as sweet as she could. Harry only leaned slightly away from her, still grimacing at the thought of Ottavio before blinking as he registered her words. Fluffy brown hair? Stupid face?

"Er," Harry scratched his cheek, squinting at her suspiciously. That kid that ran into him, who gave him a tender bruise on the bottom of his jaw? "I think?" Thinking back, he barely registered that the other had fallen into him and both of them sprawled on the ground in a heap of limbs and dull aches. The other had quickly jumped up and was so earnest in apologizing, and coming from a mainly Lightning Using background-

Lightning Users rarely apologize. They struck quick, they struck fast, and if you didn't like it, well then who the fuck cares what you like and don't like? (Marisa's wise words about being a Lightning User still rung in his mind, her delighted face at discovering that he shared the same Flame as her.)

It was laughable.

"It looked like he was heading to school," Harry continued, nodding to himself when he remembered the uniform the boy was wearing. Schools existed, and Harry went to a public school one time, when he was still with the Dursley's (the dark ages), and he did not wish to have anymore experience with them. He was homeschooled until he deemed himself knowing more than enough, then concerned himself with Lambo's schooling rather his own.

If he didn't know something, then he could always learn it.

The girl appeared disappointed, but then determined. She tossed her hair, her flowery facade done. "I see," she turned on heel and walked towards her bike. Lifting her helmet off the handles, she gave one last cursory look at Harry. "...You're not from around here, are you?"

Harry blinked, then shrugged a shoulder. "Not really," he admitted. It wasn't like he was keeping his presence a secret or anything. "Are you?" If so, then maybe she had seen a destructive 5 year old around. It would make him being here a lot easier.

The girl appeared slightly affronted at his question. "No, I am here for love," she sighed the last word, a soft expression coming over her features. Harry only twitched slightly, slightly baffled and more or less just done with the conversation at this point. "My love himself asked me to come visit," the girl elaborated, taking Harry's blase expression in.

"...Lucky guy, I guess?" Harry offered a polite smile, and was ready to go. But like he said before, he had no destination in mind. Still, hearing about a random woman's love story wasn't the way he planned when coming to Namimori. Wait-

Was that fluffy haired kid her love?

Wasn't that cradle-robbing?

Sure, she only appeared a few years older than the kid, and thus himself, but getting with a guy considerably younger than you... Harry eyed her warily now, and the woman noticed instantly, raising a brow at him. "What?" She asked curtly, putting her helmet on.

"...Isn't your love too young for you?" Harry said, uneasily, scratching the back of his head. "I mean, he's closer to my age than yours and I'm pretty sure...," he trailed off, still uneasy. He guessed if it was both consenting, and age was just a number- but it still made him uneasy. Surely there was some maturity issues and power plays involved, it couldn't be healthy, right?

The woman stared at him dumbly for a moment, eying him and his uncomfortable expression. Then she darkened considerably, emotions flaring in her eyes, and oh god, he said the wrong thing, didn't he? But it was too late to take anything back now, and if one thing that living with the Bovino Family had taught him was:

Regret was an emotion that was short-lived with Lightning Users.

"A love rival, then," the woman declared, dark and brooding.

"...Eh?"

That was all Harry managed to say before something was flung at him. He barely had time to dodge it, and he stared at the remnants of a rotting pizza that was splattered all over the ground; right where he would have been. Did she just try to kill him? Harry yelped as another projectile was launched at him.

He did the most reasonable thing and ran the opposite direction.

Cowardly? Perhaps, but Harry could forgive himself because choosing the option that ended with him getting with whatever she was throwing at him would probably be the bad choice. And he was startled at her sudden attack and her sudden declaration! Love rival? And why was she throwing rotting food at him?

"I won't let you take him from me!" The woman yelled after him, her voice fading the more he ran. "True love always wins out in the end!"

Harry only stopped running when he made back into the thicker area of the town, the place filled with shops and stores. He panted slightly, making a mental note to not check back around that area; at least, not until it was his last resort. Wiping a hand across his forehead, Harry straightened himself and tried to look as collected as possible.

A tea shop was just across the street from where he was standing, and he made his way over there. Some caffeine could do him some good, and unlike the other servants of the Bovino Family, he didn't like coffee. It was too bitter, and he preferred sweeter tasting things as opposed to bitter tasting things. Of course, if it was too sweet, Harry would get a stomachache; but it was always something he tried to emulate from Marisa, so he kept at it, and if he couldn't finish a sweet, then Lambo was always there to save the day.

Harry entered the tea shop and was relieved to see that it was mostly empty. An employee was talking to a brown-haired woman at the front counter, but other than that, it was just him. The place was finely furnished in wood, the windows were lined with comfortable looking booths and there was a few wooden tables with accompanying chairs placed here and there. Sunlight was spilling in and cast everything into a warm golden glow.

It was a nice scene, and Harry took a moment to savor it briefly before heading to stand behind the woman. She seemed to be rifling through her purse while saying, "I was sure it was here...,". The employee looked unsure of what to do other than smiling politely as she waited for whatever the woman was looking for.

"Is anything wrong?" Harry asked, after a few more moments. Not to be rude or anything, but the woman was taking her time and the employee just started to shift uncomfortably behind the counter.

"Oh, it seems I have forgotten my wallet," the woman in front of him replied, dismayed. "I was sure I grabbed it before I left the house." She shook her head, and and smiled airheadily. She turned towards the employee, and giggled, "Silly me! I'm sorry, I don't have the money to pay for my drink."

The employee just sighed, and looked ready to reply. Harry intervened, "I could pay for it, if you want? You can just add her drink to my order, so it won't be a problem, right?" He glanced between the woman and the employee, the employee snapping her mouth shut and smiling tightly at him.

"Yes, sir," the employee nodded, earnestly. "What would you like?"

After he ordered ("Apple cinnamon, please?" "...Sure, coming right up, sir."), the woman was standing beside him smiling brightly at him. "Thank you, you're such a kind young man." The woman said, before holding out a dainty hand for him to shake. "My name is Sawada Nana, what's yours?"

"Harry, just Harry," Harry replied, smiling at her politely. He shook her hand, eying her face. She looked familiar for some odd reason, but Harry ignored it. Maybe he passed her earlier while he was wandering around town or something. "And I do try my best," he responded to her earlier compliment.

Nana only smiled back. "I wish my son was like that," she sighed airily. "He grew up to be such a dame!" Harry only blinked slightly at that. A dame? Er. "But that's why I got him such a cute little tutor~ He seems good for Tsu-kun! Tsu-kun is going to be a world leader for sure with Reborn-kun's help!"

"...Reborn?" Harry repeated blankly, barely noting that the employee came back with their drinks. He just slid his credit card toward her, still staring at Nana who took her drink with a happy sigh. "His name is Reborn?"

Reborn was rumored to be tutoring the next Vongola Boss. It was common knowledge and gossip fuel for the Bovino servants. And he was tutoring her son? Her? This was the mother of the Vongola Decimo? She didn't seem like the woman to be involved in the mafia-

"Oh, do you know him?" Nana smiled at him. "He's such a nice boy. His service is free of charge, as long as he can stay with us!" She couldn't be apart of the mafia, telling him so honestly about this! Not that he'd be so dumb to even try to hurt Reborn, but surely her son would be an easier target.

But then again, Reborn was here, and her son was under his protection. So her kid probably didn't have much to worry about, other than living with the (THE) World's Greatest Hitman. Harry felt somewhat sorry for her son, despite never meeting him.

Harry clamped his mouth shut, and accepted his card back. Sawada Nana looked ready to depart, but he blurted out, "...Actually, Reborn is a friend of mine. Can I, er, come over and play with him?" 'Play' with him. He used that word in the same sentence as 'Reborn', and even though Harry knew that Reborn looked physically like a baby- God, he was going to die so hard and fast! But Lambo would be after Reborn, and maybe if Lambo sees Harry...

Well, they could die together.

Nana brightened, "You do know him!" She giggled, and nodded, holding up her drink slightly. "You can come visit later tonight~ Tsu-kun would love to meet you, and I'm sure Reborn would love to catch up with you."

His death warrant was there, and he was signing it. Surely it wouldn't be that bad, Harry had a pretty strong Lightning Flame and 14 year old Lambo (in the brief time Harry had met him) didn't seem traumatized by anything related to Harry's untimely death. Harry ignored the whisper in the back of his head saying, 'The future is not set in stone. Fate can be changed.'.

"Reborn will be delighted to hear he has a play date tonight~" Nana cooed, giving him a folded slip of paper containing her phone number and address.

Harry felt slightly nauseous but fuck it, despite his training, he was a Lightning User. Strike quick, strike fast, and maybe he'll make it out alive, preferably with Lambo tucked under his arm. Harry smiled brightly at Nana and said:

"I'll see you later, then."

-0-0-0-0-

"Welcome home, Tsu-kun." Sawada Nana greeted cheerfully. Tsuna felt relief at seeing his mother after such a long and crazy day. After Lambo had switched back to his 5 year old self, he started crying and ran off, much to Tsuna's bewilderment. "Your new tutor is upstairs, waiting for you on the second floor! Along with a new houseguest," she giggled and Tsuna felt his stomach fall in.

"A new tutor? A new houseguest?" Tsuna questioned, Gokudera making a face beside him. "What do you mean, mom?" If it had anything to do with Reborn, or the mafia, Tsuna might just cry, he really would!

"Hm, Reborn said he was inviting someone to help tutor you," Nana smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. "And the new houseguest is Reborn's friend, he is such a nice young man," she cooed. "You should meet him and try to be more like him, ne?"

Tsuna flushed, before shaking his head. "Thanks, mom," he said and rushed upstairs, Gokudera hot on his heels. "Who do you think they are?" He asked Gokudera, who only shook his head in response.

"I don't know, 10th, but don't worry! I'm here to protect you if anything goes wrong!" Gokudera shot him a puppy-ish look of bravado. Tsuna didn't feel all that reassured.

When he opened the door to his room, he was met with three people sitting around the table in his room. The tension was high in the air, so thick that it could be cut with a plastic butter knife. Gokudera went down with a choked groan, falling and holding his stomach as he kneeled on the floor. "Gokudera-kun!" Tsuna cried out, dismayed.

"Hello, Hayato," Bianchi greeted, not removing her hostile stare from the stranger sitting across from her. Tsuna took in the new houseguest, and only did a double-take. Was he the guy from this morning...? Just what was going on here!?

The boy Tsuna had ran into earlier was only smiling obliviously to Bianchi's hostile glaring. He turned and greeted Tsuna with a wave of his hand, "You must be Tsu-kun, si? My name is Harry," and he shot a discreet glance at Gokudera at his feet. "Is he okay?"

"He'll be fine," Reborn pipped up, from his spot at the table. "Dame-Tsuna, Bianchi will be your new tutor in some subjects." Tsuna could barely wrap his head around it! Bianchi? His new tutor? And Harry?

"But what are you doing here?" Tsuna turned towards Harry, who was picking at his fingernails disinterestedly, still pointedly oblivious to Bianchi. In fact, Harry seemed to be pointedly ignoring both Reborn and Bianchi. Bianchi was blatantly seething at his presence, while Reborn kept on glancing at him, a dark glint to his eyes. Hieee- if Tsuna was in Harry's position, he'd surely pass out from fear.

"I wonder the same thing myself sometimes," Harry replied easily, and smiled at Tsuna. Now that Tsuna was looking closely at him, he looked slightly resigned and nervous. He tapped his fingers on the table, and shot a quick glance at the other two he was sitting with. A dark cloud of gloom hung over him and he looked away pointedly, smile tense. "I'm actually looking for someone, his name is-"

"NII-SAN!" A black and white blur shot in from the open door of Tsuna's room, and barreled into Harry. Harry only grunted, and Tsuna could only blink. Lambo was crying into Harry's chest, sobbing something about 'Bianchi' and 'Reborn is mean!' And-

Nii-san?

"Lambo has a big brother!?"

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