Hi hi~

kyaaaa I'm so glad this fic has gotten such a good response! (' hmmm...maybe I should write more stuff in the middle of the night' - and that's the story of how every follow of Hweianime was constantly bombarded with random ass stories that would probably never be continued. Actually I should write a oneshot one time.. It would be nice to complete something goddammit)

But seriously so happy it really feels my popularity has gone up considering how fast I've gotten views and the sheer number of reviews (seriously it's more than the first chapter of Ten Flames) I got for a New Story no less! I thank everyone supporting my stuff to the EXTREME!

Actually I was going to write more for this chapter I swear but it ended so nicely and… it felt wrong to add more. Like that last line was just a perfect end for me.

Also I have decided that all27 will be mild- there will be NO harem- maybe one-sided stuff but no harem.

And if there is a pairing the options are (they may change but for now the options are):

Reborn

Bermuda

Kawahira/Checkerface

I dunno Giotto? Daemon?

you guys can suggest stuff too. Also I am not adverse to threesome options (smirk) but if you do suggest it they better be crack as hell. No 182769 (yes I love this pairing too but if I go weird I go all out weird lol) and the pairing should in theory have one of the following options above.

meh.

Either way I do hope you shall enjoy this~~

"Oh Tsu-kun! I just signed up for a home tutor for you!"

"Eeh? Is that so?" Nana frowned at such a monotone reaction. Her son as sweet and adorable as can be never was one to express emotions. While it didn't stop her from loving every inch of him and she enjoyed another presence in the house to talk to (as expected of a child sent from heaven- Tsu-kun really knew many things) it did worry her a little that he was making almost no friends. There was a smiling happy Japanese boy that sometimes hung around him but other than that there seemed some general agreement that people were to stay a meter away from her son. Maybe a tutor would change things. Also she may be oblivious at times but she knew failing grades when she saw one.

Tsuna was finally getting a little excited. Not much but the beating of his heart was increasing in trepidation. That must mean something. After a year of mind numbing boredom in what they call a school, a year of teasing and monotonous repetition, his plan would be finally coming into fruition. Really time passing for him should be like a quick snap of his fingers yet somehow this institution of so-called education had performed the miracle of dragging out each individual second to the damned wire.

Tsuna realised to his dismay teenagers hadn't changed much even from hundreds of years ago. Still cruel and mocking to anything that might moved different. Boring. They didn't even have originality. Dame-Tsuna?! Come on he knew it was easy on the tongue but at least try to be clever in your insults.

And he wasn't even that different either. Well maybe it was because he humiliatingly tripped on a stray piece of chalk a damn teacher dropped when he first stepped foot in the classroom or that his marks were disgracefully low (he did not care what a textbook said, he lived the Edo Period- he was so in the right- stupid humans with their lack of historic records) but it in no way implied he was stupid or clumsy! Really first impressions were apparently very important in this day and age. He'll take note of that in the future.

Even the so called Nicest kids or idols in school- Kyoko and Yamamoto he was sure their names were- were disappointing. He expected better from people given such titles at the very least. Kyoko may not have encouraged the bullying but she sure as hell hadn't done anything about it, just smiling a sweet smile and that's it. And in a way isn't that the worst thing to do? Showing a child who lived in their own personal world of thorns the beautiful glass rose of empty promise.

Yamamoto was a little more intriguing. But not by much. The boy was all grin yet no smile. It was a little sickening to look at really. Such a pity considering his rather handsome features. Unlike Kyoko though he had actually approached him. That was a little unexpected. He decided that the best way to react was to be cold but not so much so to be completely rude and blow off the other's presence. Though tempting it would be unfortunate to make a bond with someone so... Disposable.

Yet the teen looked oddly familiar- had he met his ancestor before? Well he had met many people's ancestors before and their ancestor's ancestors in fact. But that feeling of recognition nagged at him constantly whenever he saw that fake mask of a face. Maybe he'll figure it out when the boy gives a genuine grin. He would like to see that even without the excuse.

"Yes that is so Tsu-kun. Now look here."

Immediately he obeyed. Nana was kind if not a little air-headed, okay those Lays chips bags had less air in them than her head. But she was nearly never so stern. But when she was the brunette wouldn't dare disobey her, the first time he did he had felt fear and humiliation in a way he hadn't felt since he was a child. The woman would have made a great mother if she bore children.

"You may be an angel sent by heaven-" On second thought... "But I am really worried on your lack of friends!"

Caramel brown eyes blinked curiously. A strange warm feeling swirled in the pits of his stomach.

"You are... worried. For... me?"

The woman pouted childishly making Tsunayoshi wonder about her age. Not that he should talk.

"Mou~ Tsu-kun of course! You are my son no matter what."

Such pure honest words. The immortal couldn't help it. To his utmost horror and embarrassment he blushed. Creamy skin darkened into a beautiful rosy pink hue on his cheeks. "Oh, ah, uhm... thanks..." He mumbled. God it was like he was a fledging again. With no control over his emotions. Is this what having a mother was like? It is... Pleasant.

Yes Iemitsu may be an idiot but he will never fault him of bad taste indeed.

Nana wanted so badly to coo at how simply adorable her little angel was. She wished she had a camera so she could show her darling husband. Ever since they had been blessed with a child the man she loved had been coming back home more often, just as loving as before not to mention the two males of the household got on so well together! It was like they practically knew each other before.

And even though Tsuna warned them of telling anyone of his being a boy sent from heaven Nana just knew if anyone would give the brunette a chance they would easily be able to see the fact for themselves. While the boy may seem apathetic she had seen him always helping others in his own way, never hesitating to do so. Animals seemed to adore him too. One time she saw a whole harem of various animals just resting by the small sleeping brunette who had decided to take a nap under a tree in the garden. It was quite funny to see him wake up completely confused to why he was surrounded by piles of acorns, feathers, shiny rocks and even a few bones.

She loved each moment at home now. No longer lost in the wistful yearning of her husband but enjoying her time with her precious boy. They would cook together and chit chat in a very comfortable way. Sometimes if she asked he would tell the most mesmerising stories, whether they were true or not she could never tell but for a moment it was like she was vividly living in them.

Each day was fun and relaxing. Despite her anxiety over Tsuna's lack of friends she couldn't find herself as happy as she way now.

Right now life was perfect.

She didn't want to change anything.

"Ciaossu. I'm your new home tutor."

Wide honeyed brown eyes narrowed. This was not part of the plan. Looking down was an admittedly well dressed infant but what truly caught his attention was the bright yellow pacifier around the child's neck. Shady. This seems way too shady. Everything about this practically screamed Kawahira. Actually this screamed of some sort of mass conspiracy all the other guys have once again failed to tell him about. Dear lord if he finds out they did something to the rings they gave Giotto there was going to be hell to pay.

"Will you excuse me for a minute child?"

He didn't even give the baby a chance to open his mouth before shutting the door in his face.

Reborn frowned ever so slightly. This was not the reaction he was hoping for. He had imagined a scrawny kid practically shrieking at the outrageousness of it all.

Damn that Iemitsu. That man told him this boy was an innocent little angel in his reports. That was it. Those exact damned words. Not even his favourite colour. Nothing. Nada.

Though strangely the man had been able to keep this child of his for so long that not even he knew about him was unusual. Especially since he never. shuts. up. about his dear wife. Even Nono who he told everything didn't know till recently. And when the order for this boy to be judged as a potential heir of Vongola Decimo came up the head of CEDEF was unnaturally silent.

Not that he cared about that. He had a job to do. And as the World's Greatest Hitman he was going to very well do it right.

And it seemed he had to teach his new student some proper manners. But since he did ask politely he would for now adhere to it.

For exactly one minute.

In one swift movement Tsuna pulled out a bright orange flip phone from his pocket and began furiously dialing. As he waited for his call to come in he felt his foot impatiently tapping.

*click*

"Hello Kawahira speaking."

"Kawahira I will strangle you in your sleep."

"It's good to hear from you too Tsunayoshi. May I ask the reason for your pleasant greeting?"

"There is a baby on my doorstep with a yellow pacifier which if I'm not mistaken holds the infant's Flames. Care to explain."

"Ah. That."

"Yes." The brunette gritted his teeth. "That."

"Would you get mad if I told you that was an Arcobaleno?"

"Extremely."

"Then it's not?"

"Kawahira." It gave him a vindictive spark of pleasure when he heard the other male gulp on the other end of the line. "What have you all been hiding from me? You know I hate being left in the dark."

"There's nothing! Nothing I swear!" Nervous forced laughter could be heard and Tsuna could just imagine the man sweating, his already pale skin rapidly losing all color. "It was just one of the experiments or pranks we did or something!"

"You guys all collectively agreed to curse the seven strongest human beings of the generation as infants as a joke. All of you. That's pretty sick even for you guys." He deadpanned. "Besides-" Tsunayoshi lowered his voice dangerously. "I'm not an idiot. I can tell what material the pacifier was made from and if I'm correct then this is no simple prank."

Nothing but silence. Yet it held the weight of a thousand words.

"I do not understand why you all didn't tell me, nor why you refuse to do so now. It hurts me you know? None of you tell me anything; not about the War, why we left, not about why everyone began dying, nothing." As he continued his usual indifferent tone forged under the harsh experience that came from time began cracking. The raw restrained emotions of pain, confusion and rage seeped through. "I-I am no longer a child Kawahira. In terms of strength alone I'm on the same level as you now and I have also done things that many humans -hell- even all you would consider miracles."

Still nothing but silence answered back. And somehow that hurt Tsunayoshi more than any words could. In a small, trembling, hoarse whisper that showed how truly vulnerable he felt he asked the other.

"Please... Can't you at least tell me why?"

No answer.

The immortal's hurt was pushed away into hardened bitter anger.

"I see. Goodbye then."

*click*

Today must have been a day full of emotions as the brunette let the tears fall freely down his cheeks.

But he had to wipe those useless tears soon. For he had a mission to fulfill. And no one- not even Kawahira will stop him nor will help him. He had enough of being disappointed, of being hurt by everyone.

*click*

As the call ended the smile on the albino's face faltered. His crimson red eyes looking at his indigo flip phone with many emotions.

Sadness. Regret.

Longing.

"It was because we love you Tsunayoshi."

Then in a much softer voice the immortal said to the empty air.

"It was because I love you Tsunayoshi."