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Chapter Two

Were all the boys in her family gay?

"Probably."

Reborn drove. Tsunahime took shotgun. Tsuna and Lambo sat in the back.

"It's going to be a long drive, so you brats better shut up back there until it's over," their father warned, using his worst threatening tone. He got smacked on the arm.

Obeying their spartan father, Tsuna and even the usually loud Lambo were quiet.

It was an undeniably long trip, about four hours total.

Lambo fell asleep in the first hour or so, and Tsuna had dozed off somewhere in the middle of it. Tsunahime didn't, so she and Reborn ended up conversing with another.

Despite her labeling him as her worst enemy, she got along with her father well. She inherited most of his traits, while Tsuna had the bulk of Nana's. She wasn't jealous or anything, and was glad that she got his mercilessness. If she hadn't, who knows how feeble her twin brother would've become.

While in the car, Tsunahime and Reborn talked about private matters.

"You're going to the marriage?"

Reborn kept his eyes on the road so nothing could be seen in them, but Tsunahime saw his shoulders slump a little. He still had some love left for Nana, after all. He sighed quietly through his nose.

"Yeah," he mumbled, just loud enough for his daughter to hear. "Can't miss it or she'll get sad. And getting sad on your wedding isn't a good thing." Tsunahime rolled her eyes lightly. Well, duh, Captain Obvious.

Her voice barely above a whisper, she asked, "do you regret it?" She knew Reborn would know what she was talking about. He did, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. Tsunahime didn't have to turn her head to look at his face to know what kind of expression he had on it.

It took a while for her father to reply. When he did, she was surprised by it.

"Yeah."

Tsunahime then looked at him, eyes showing hints of doubt. "Really?"

"...yeah."

She drew her lips in a tight line, narrowing her hazel orbs. "Alright. Can I ask you something?"

Reborn snorted, but it was half-hearted. "You already are, dolt."

Choosing to ignore the rather lacking insult, Tsunahime took a shot.

"Why did you do it in the first place?" When he didn't immediately respond, she asked something else. "Does it have anything to do with Iemitsu's line of work?"

A sigh. "Sometimes I hate that you got my insight," Reborn grumbled, slowing to a stop when the yellow light switched to red. Tsunahime cracked a smile. "You have none, Dad. It's all me," she retorted, amusement heard from her voice.

Her father chuckled. It was a short aria of baritone, and Tsunahime liked it. Iemitsu was friendly and undoubtedly a good man, but she oddly preferred her birth father.

She loved his silent presence that told her he was there somehow, and his low, smooth voice offered her comfort that the blond man's physical affections just couldn't replace, no matter what he did. Her brothers might like Iemitsu better than their tough and steely biological father, but she would always put her trust in Reborn.

Not that she would ever tell that to the hitman, of course.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," he murmured with a hint of sarcastic playfulness lining his smooth voice, stepping on the gas pedal. The car moved forward. A moment of silence later, he spoke.

"You know what I do for a living, right, Tsuna?" Tsunahime blinked at the question, turning her head to look at her father. Then she turned back to the front, chewing on her bottom lip.

Her voice as soft as falling snow, she said, "yeah." Then, she sighed. "Iemitsu does the same thing, doesn't he?"

From the corner of her eye she saw Reborn nod, ever so slowly. Tsunahime lifted her hands and pressed the palms to her eyes. "So those cards weren't just for business, huh?" she asked herself, sounding weary and older than her age.

Reborn glanced at his daughter sharply, eyebrows furrowed. "What cards?"

The brunette, let her hands fall back onto her lap. "Around two years ago, I went through Iemitsu's belongings. I didn't believe him when he told me he worked in the oil fields," she told him, sighing. "So I did everything to prove myself right. I... I saw his wallet. I figured, that maybe he had a business card in there. To show his real job."

Reborn let out a hissing exhale. Tsunahime didn't dare look at him. Was he angry? She couldn't tell. She continued.

"I opened it, and a bunch of stuff came out. There was a business card, all right. More than one, though." She wet her drying lips. "I picked them up and looked through them all, reading each one really carefully."

"Do you remember some of them?" Reborn asked, his voice deadly quiet. Maybe he was angry.

Tsunahime hesitated for a second or two. Then, with a sigh, something the two of them seemed to do a lot today, she listed them off one by one.

"Vongola, Chiavarone, Bovino, Millefiore, COMBUSIN... there were lots of others, but these stood out the most. They had stars on them. A few others had check marks, but most of the cards weren't scribbled on." Tsunahime gasped softly, as if remembering something crucial. "There was this one that was actually just a piece of paper with one word on it."

Her tongue stumbled over it. She hadn't tried to say this one out, because she had thought it was unimportant, but now, it seemed to be life-threatening so.

"Ar... Arco... Arcoba-"

"Arcobaleno."

Tsunahime blinked. She looked at her father, surprise written all over her face. "You know it, Dad? Is it some kind of special company?" She wasn't usually this nosy, but something inside her urged her to get every single detail from Reborn.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly. He did this several times before giving his daughter any sayings. "Something like that. They're... they're an exception, a rare one."

Tsunahime leaned back into her seat, mulling his words over in her head. In fact, she replayed the entire last hour of conversing between them. Reborn sneaked a peek at the brunette, smiling at her determination for whatever she was doing.

It was a long, long while before his daughter spoke again. This time, her voice was slightly shaky, lacking in the firmness it usually carried.

"Mafia." All of the sudden, Reborn felt extremely exhausted and old. "You're involved in it." She took in a shuddering inhale. "I knew what you did for you job, but... Mafia?"

He took his fedora off and ran a hand through it. His stoic composition was breaking, and that wasn't good. He sighed for the hundredth time that day. "How'd you figure it out so fast?"

He saw Tsunahime shrug, as if it didn't matter. But it did. It did.

"Business cards wasn't the only thing I found to prove Iemitsu wasn't an oil miner." She paused, choosing her words carefully. Reborn looked like he was going to set off any time soon, and she didn't want that. If he did, Tsuna and Lambo would wake up, and they would hear his next words.

"Iemitsu hid weapons in the house." Before he opened his mouth she interrupted, quickly explaining. "They were hidden well, so Mama didn't find any of it. He did just in case anyone would break in when he wasn't there. He didn't tell me where they were. I found them, the first one being on accident."

"He actually had the nerve to-"

Cutting him off, she continued. "I was angry too. So I hit him the next time I saw-"

"How?"

Tsunahime blinked in confusion, facing her father. Then she realized what he was implying to, and blushed faintly. "I, uh, I kicked him-"

"Like I said, how?"

"...roundhouse..."

"Where?"

"...in his face."

At that Reborn began to laugh out loud. It wasn't loud enough to wake Tsuna or Lambo up, but he was definitely laughing. Tsunahime was bewildered. Up until at the very moment, she had never heard her father laugh so honestly before.

"It- it wasn't that funny! I broke and dislocated his jaw, you know! He had to be taken to the hospital!" she said with a tone of slight seriousness in her light voice. That only made Reborn laugh harder, and he actually put his head on the steering wheel when they pulled to a stop on red light again.

Reborn was aware that he was dissolving his face of spartan strictness, but he couldn't help himself. And he doubted anyone who knew him as a hitman saw. He lifted his forehead from the wheel and reached out to his daughter, ruffling her fluffy head of hair in a gentle affectionate way, a loving smile on his lips.

Tsunahime gaped at the action and the expression on her father's face, stunned that such a steely man would so do such a thing. But she liked it, and a blush of appreciation sprinkled her face cherry blossom pink.

"Tsunahime," Reborn called softly, still smiling. She faced him, pink and eyes wide. "I'll tell you all about my line of work. Anything you want to know."

Another shocker. She looked at him straight in the eye, and she saw that he was completely serious. She swallowed her anxiety and gathered her lioness courage.

"Okay. The first thing I want to know is- DAD WATCH OUT!"

Reborn had already begun to swerve the car a split second before her daughter had yelled it out. The sudden movement and Tsunahime's scream jarred Tsuna awake and woke Lambo up in a crying fit.

BANG.

Tsunahime lurched forward as the car impacted with something hard. Reborn kept himself properly, blood pumping way too fast in his veins. He had been so close in colliding with the berserking car. He had turned sharply at the last moment, crashing with the streetlight instead.

Tsuna had cradled Lambo in his arms, shushing the five-year-old gently into calm, but he was trembling as well. That was not the way to wake up. Not at all.

Tsunahime's blood boiled. Unaware of the color change in her eyes, she ripped off her seatbelt and kicked open the door. She was so, so angry. Scratch that. She was furious. She'd never been so mad in her life.

She made her way to the car her family had almost hit, her stomping footsteps creating cracks in the pavement. The man in the car had stepped out, holding his head in obvious pain. But she had no care for the man that had nearly killed her beloved, precious family.

Fiery sunset eyes blazing, she grabbed the man's collar. With adrenalin pumping through her body, she picked him up one-handed and slammed him onto the hood of his car, creating a horrifyingly big crater of a dent in the spray-painted metal.

She punched the man across the face, hearing a satisfying crack echo through the province. Blood flowed rather dangerously fast from the man's face, and that only made her want to throttle the person more, because that blood would have been Reborn's, Tsuna's, Lambo's- her family's.

She had raised it again for another hit, ignoring the screams and the audible gasps from the passerby and the growing crowd. She found herself unable to, however, as strong, sturdy arms had wrapped themselves her entire torso. If she had calmed down a slight bit, she would have known it was her father, but she didn't.

So Tsunahime fought against it, yelling curses and scathing insults at the fool of a man doubled over in pain before her. She couldn't see herself, didn't feel the pain in her fist, because if she had she would have known that she had broken three of her fingers from the impact of the punch.

Reborn struggled to keep her restrained, tightening his hold on his daughter the more she buckled to get free. He had never seen her in such a fit of rage. Her eyes had changed to a blazing orange, and he hadn't missed the crazy display of strength. He knew that if Tsunahime had decided to kick the man instead of using her fist, the man might as well be good as dead.

"Tsuna! Tsunahime!" he hissed in her ear, trying to snap his daughter out of her anger. But she didn't hear him, because of the loud, loud beating of her heart and blood.

All she thought of was to pound the stupid stranger to the an unidentifiable mass of flesh into the concrete. This wasn't her, she faintly thought, but the need to see the man dead overrided it. Something deep, deep inside her urged her to let herself go, to unleash her rage unto the man, to give him more pain than broken bones.

The man wobbled to standing position and leaned heavily on his now-damaged automobile, grasping one side of his jaw gingerly. He groaned, and the sound of his voice made Tsunahime hold still. Her excess energy left her petite body, leaving behind throbbing pain in her hand and exhaustion throughout her entire body.

She narrowed her still fire-orange eyes suspiciously, as if it would help her identify the stranger.

It wasn't a stranger at all.

The flame in her died out, and her eyes faded back to their original gentle earth brown color. She felt the grip of Reborn's arms around her, and she winced at the painful pressure. Her father, noticing that his daughter had come to her senses, slowly released her.

Her feet touched the ground, and she stepped closer to inspect the "stranger". The motion made the man flinch and back away, but stopped as he got a clear sight of his attacker. The "stranger" halted, and his hand dropped from his face, which had the expression of surprise all over it.

"...Ieyatsu?" Tsunahime breathed, slowly going into shock of socking her half-brother in the face and breaking his jaw. The blond man narrowed his eyes in belief. As best as he could with a shattered mouth, he voiced his own shock.

"Tsunahime?"

All the brunette could think of was how terrible a hypocrite she was.

"You know, that's the second jaw she's broken. The first was your father's."

A glare.

"She sure punches hard, huh?"

Silence.

"You're lucky she didn't kick you."

Scowl.

"I told her about me."

A stunned look.

"Well, I was going to. Before you tried crashing into my car. This is all your fault, you know."

No reply.

Reborn rolled his eyes in exasperation. He opened the door and stuck his head out. "Ieyatsu forgives you, Tsuna." He paused, then added, "Hime."

"Like hell I do," came the muffled outrage from the hospitalized blond. Reborn kicked his bed without looking, earning himself a colorful swear that he chose to ignore.

The hitman continued to feed his zoned-out daughter little white lies to bring life back into her. "He also says that you can punch him again because he was stupid enough to lose control of his car."

Tsuna shot his father an irritated look. "Dad, cut it out. She can't even hear you." He sighed, looking down at his little brother in his arms. "Lambo finally stopped crying."

Indeed, the five-year-old was fast asleep in Tsuna's arms, having worn himself out of all the crying he did. Tsuna wasn't in a good shape either, pale and still trembling from the shock he received earlier. "Don't make him start again just because you make Tsuna cry and he sees it."

Reborn huffed. "Well, excuse me for trying to cheer your lovely sister up. I don't see you doing anything to help, Dame-Tsuna."

Tsuna glared at the hitman with surprising venom. "You're not helping at all, Dad. Just leave her alone for a bit. She's just thinking about what she did to Ieyatsu-nii-san."

The dark-eyed father raised his eyebrows slightly. "Alright, then. Tell me when she decided to come back alive." He shut the door before his son could retort back. He leaned back into his hard seat, huffing silently. Honestly, children these days, talking back to their fathers...

"You're a horrible liar," he heard the twenty-five-year-old blond male snort, irritation resounding clear in his low voice. Reborn smirked in amusement.

"Only to my children," the hitman admitted, crossing his arms in front of his rumpled-clothed chest. Looking down, he frowned and proceeded to smooth his suit. He hated looking other than perfectly drop-dead sexy.

Giotto scoffed softly, his neck cast making it hard to talk above the volume of a mumble. "Anyways... you saw her, didn't you? Her eyes."

Reborn tipped his fedora down, casting a deeper shadow over his already black eyes. This made it nigh impossible to read his facial expression like this, which was his exact reason why he did it.

"Couldn't miss it," he answered, his tone curt. He crossed his feet and folded his hands together, sighing for the infinite time the day. He may look calculating and stoic on the outside while he spoke, but inside he was thinking as deeply as his daughter was outside the room.

Giotto narrowed his sky blue eyes. "You knew about it." It wasn't a question, but rather, a statement of pure fact. He took the hitman's silence as an affirmation of it. The blond swore under his breath. "Isn't too early for that to happen? Angry or not."

Reborn simply shrugged, as if he didn't care, but in fact he did. He cared, a lot. Just didn't show it. "Tsunahime had always been a bit... different from Dame-Tsuna." He pondered on it a bit, then continued, nodding to himself in silent agreement to what he was saying.

"She will do anything she can to protect her family from harm." He have Giotto a pointed look. "That was why both you and your father suffered broken mouths in the first place. Your bear of a father hid weapons in her house, and you almost killed us all."

Giotto scowled. "The damn car just started going bat-shit crazy, stop blaming me! It's not like I wanted to crash into you," he huffed, craning his neck for a better position in the uncomfortable cast that was bound to it. His efforts were in vain, and he cursed again.

Reborn chose to be silent, delving deeper into his thoughts until he was unable to hear his surroundings. It was bad for a hitman like him to do such a thing, but he doubted there were any dangers in the hospital. With the exception of the nurses throwing themselves on him, of course.

"So... how's Tsunayoshi?"

Reborn was snapped out of his stupor almost immediately. He hadn't imagined it. There had been a specific tone to the man's voice when he said his son's name. He gave the blond a look of incredulously, wondering if his daughter's punch had done more than break the man's jaw.

Giotto snarled, feeling eyes on his bed-ridden form. "What," he snapped, not making eye contact with the hitman. All he did was ask about his younger half-brother, what was so wrong with that?

Reborn narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the twenty-five-year-old. "...who's going out with Dino now, again?"

The blond blinked, then hummed in thought. He blinked as the name came into his head. "Ah. I believe it's Alaude's cousin, Kyoya. Why?"

The black-eyed man frowned, then asked another question without answering the blond's. "What about you?"

Giotto glared at Reborn, wondering what the hitman was getting at. "No one, currently. What's it to you, Reborn?"

Said person just hung his head, shaking it in disbelief.

Were all the sons of Iemitsu gay?

He just hoped his daughter didn't fall for a woman. He sort of wanted a grand-child.

"Unbelievable," he breathed, palming his face.

Tsuna glanced at his sister, sighing once again when he saw that her face hadn't changed from its blank expression. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, panicking about what to do. He'd told his father to leave her alone, but was that the right thing to say? What if his little lies actually helped?

The brunet shook his head, frowning to himself. "She wouldn't want that," he murmured, to no one in particular. He recalled the scene earlier.

Tsunahime's show of unbridled rage that shook him to the core. He'd never seen her like that. Her- her eyes. They were blazing flames. Fireballs of sunset. They entranced him. They were so beautiful.

The brunet remembered to the time when his eyes were once like that too back then, when he had the same personality as his twin sister. The two were only three years old at the time. One of the girls at the playground pushed his sister to the ground, because she deemed her too plain-looking to be a girl.

He'd gotten so, so mad. So angry. No one hurt his sister.

His vision had gone red, and he'd gone and lost it. The next thing he knew, the girl was in the hospital, severely wounded. He'd been knocked out by Reborn, who now had a bruise or two on his handsome face.

Tsunahime had hugged him, squeezing him so tight that it was hard to breathe. She kept on saying that it was okay, that it was going to be alright, but he had no clue what she had been going on about.

His father, his merciless, kind father, eventually told him in words that a toddler would understand that he'd hurt the girl very, very badly. From there on he took on a more humble attitude, and he shied away from all females, except for Tsunahime and Nana.

Later on in the years, he developed Gynophobia. Any girl who approached him were immediately run away from, or he'd get sick on the spot. In fact, the prettier and kinder they were to him, the worse the symptoms would come up. Which was why Sasagawa Kyoko and Miura Haru were his worst nightmares.

This led to being home-tutored by his very own father, Reborn, while his sister went to school. Quite frankly, he was glad. The bullies there scared him half to death. The studying he did at home matched the level of learning Tsunahime received in school, so it was fine and the school approved of it.

Being cooped up in his house also meant more free time. He'd met Hayato and Takeshi in the strangest ways outside the school, and they became the best of friends all in good time.

Tsuna had been disheartened to leave them, but in the same time he was also glad. Now, he two of them could have some time together. They'd thought he wouldn't notice their touches, their excuses to be with another, and Tsuna often felt like he was a burden to them.

He was happy for them, and cheered them on in the inside. Now that they were just by themselves, Tsuna was sure they were going to do some... private... activities.

Tsuna sighed again. He idly wondered if he was going to see Ieyatsu any time soon.

Next Chapter:

What do you call old enemies that become your friends?

"Frenemies."

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