A/N: As usual, my apologies for any grammar and spelling mistakes. As well as OOCness.

And thank you to all who reviewed, favourited and followed! I love all soo much! Whoo 20 reviews! I wasn't expecting so many for my first fic. xD I hope I can keep up with your standards. And yes, to those who guessed, that is the reason why Yuni died (hopefully this doesn't ruin the story). ;P Also Daemon has not met Elena yet, so Tsuna may take on the role of cupid later on. xD.

Warnings: Dark themes(?) Otherwise, Reborn's "tutoring"

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR, that belongs to Amano Akira.

Enjoy! :D


Hitmen in Crisis. Chapter 2

4 years ago. Namimori, Japan.

When Reborn first arrived at the Sawada household, everything he had expected happened. Sawada Nana had taken his role as the tutor of Sawada Giotto in stride, never questioning how a baby could teach her son and the twins had reacted with scepticism, especially after hearing the news of their lineage and Giotto's future role in the underground world of the mafia.

The twins had been identical in appearance (scrawny 13 year olds) but for their colouring, Tsunayoshi; brown haired and brown eyed, Giotto; blond hair and blue eyes. They shared many traits, such as their addiction to sweets, the way they held their chopsticks lopsided and the way they slept like logs that nothing short of bodily harm could bring them out of. And yet, they were so different, Giotto had been the charismatic student president of Nami-Chuu and Tsuna had been known as Dame-Tsuna, an utterly useless person that was the target of many a bully. Giotto had done his best to protect his brother, but he couldn't be there all the time.

Giotto already had G as his Vice President when Reborn arrived and had interactions with some of his other future guardians, whom Reborn had gleefully dragged in to become a part of his Family. Daemon and Lampo had come later and Giotto had been quick to gain their trust.

Tsuna, on the other hand, had no one but his mother and brother. He was shy to the point that it was endearing and Reborn couldn't exactly fault Giotto for gushing over how adorable his little twin was and glomping the life out of him. But his shyness, the tendency to stutter uncontrollably around anyone he didn't know well (which was pretty much everyone) got on Reborn's nerves at times. And Giotto couldn't help either, what with the way the little brunet had all but hid every time he brought his friends over.

Although Reborn did find it interesting how well the brunet could blend into the background or how easily he snuck out of rooms without anyone noticing. He finally lost patience after the second week of his stay in the Sawada household. The brunet had barely made any sounds except to Giotto or his mother when they asked him something, he had looked at Reborn like he was the devil personified (which he is, but that's beside the point) and had avoided him like the plague.

Sure, the hitman was there to train Giotto to be a boss, but he couldn't have anyone bringing down the future Vongola Decimo, most especially his twin brother. And he could easily see how much of a liability the brunet could become in the near future, particularly due to Giotto's overprotective streak when it came to his twin.

And so, with those thoughts in mind, he had confronted the brunet and threatened him to better himself or the hitman would invade his dreams and haunt him for the rest of his sorry life. Needless to say the brunet had quickly agreed, believing the baby to be capable of such things, and Reborn had to resist the urge to chuckle at the brunet's expression. He had a feeling that Tsuna had also agreed because he didn't ever want to burden his brother.

Reborn took to checking the boy's homework every night and making sure he got everything right before letting him go to sleep. He supposed it was lucky that Giotto was at the top of most of his subjects, unlike his former student, it meant more time to tortu- tutor the brunet.

When Giotto had found out and tried to stop the hitman, "Isn't it your job to tutor me, you don't need to involve my brother!" Surprisingly it was Tsuna himself who stood up to his brother (saving Baka-Gio from another painful training session) and said that he needed it (stuttering all the while) and Giotto eventually relented.

As soon as Tsuna was able to comprehend the most basic formulae and their uses in math, Reborn began to tutor both twins in the subject together. Because it was their worst subject, it entailed a large amount of property damage and screams of pain from both boys, to which the demonic hitman found his lips stretching to the most sadistic of smirks.

Reborn found that the brunet had a surprising learning curve, or perhaps it wasn't surprising. The boy had been mercilessly teased and put down by students and teachers alike that by the time he had reached middle school; most teachers had given up on him. Giotto had done his best to try to teach his twin but extracurricular activities, student council work and his friends had taken up much of his time.

So Tsuna had been left to fend for himself for the most part, like a rabbit with no claws no worldly experience, with barely any understanding of who he was and who he could be. So Reborn started arming him with knowledge and started to take pride in how the brunet paid attention to what he said despite all brunet's whining and subsequent injuries, to watch for that gleam in his eye as the new information wormed its way into his mind and clicked together like the perfect puzzle pieces.

The baby hitman found out early on that the brunet was average at best in science subjects, lower than average when it came to math (in Reborn's mind this seemed improbable but even with his Spartan methods the brunet took hours to remember even one formula and how to use it) but he had a talent for humanitarian subjects, to which Reborn had taken full advantage of and practically shoved several foreign dictionaries and history textbooks into the poor boy's skull whenever he could.

"W-Why do I n-need to learn all these l-languages?! I-I'm not e-even learning this i-in school!"

"Because it's useful, Dame-Tsuna."

"'U-Useful?!' Does a-anyone even speak L-Latin anymo-!"

BOOM!


Present time. Vongola private jet. 10,000m above the Black Sea.

Now, Reborn knew that the Tsuna currently in Namimori was a decoy, the real one having gone to kill the boss of the Scaevita Famiglia, but the fake was no pushover. It was actually a robot made in secret by Spanner and Irie who were staying in Japan. The two mechanics would officially be integrated into Vongola after Giotto became the next boss, but for now they were pretty free to do what they wanted. They were aware of what Tsuna was up to but would keep their mouths shut about it.

The robot itself was similar in appearance to his disciple, the mist flames stored in it could fool anyone into believing it was the real Tsunayoshi Sawada. The outer layers were reinforced titanium coated in lightning flames, the inner commands; besides imitating Tsuna's personality to a tee, consisted of various combative movements and artillery plus the flames stored in the robot made for a skilled opponent. All in all, it was difficult to take down -so whoever had managed to must be strong.

As for the real Tsuna, the last contact the hitman had received was a short text confirming that the target had been eliminated yesterday. He knew that his student would be one of the first to be informed of what happened, so most likely the teen was already making his way toward Namimori and had probably deduced that Giotto would be informed what with Yamamoto Takeshi's involvement. Now it was all a matter of inventing a believable lie for why he was there and well when it seemed like he had been kidnapped. Plus, doing it in a way to fool his brother's intuition.

'What a bother,' he thought to himself. Then again, taking on Tsuna as a student to learn from him how to, not become a boss, but to become a full fledged hitman meant that such secrecy was needed. He had taken a large risk in doing so but had found himself incapable of letting go of such immense potential.

Flashback, 3 years ago. Namimori Japan (Tsuna is 14)

"Teach me how to kill."

Reborn almost dropped his gun at the uncharacteristic question that came from the brunet's mouth. He had to blink several times to even comprehend who was asking. Turning to the boy they stared at each other as a weighted silence descended over them.

It was a cool night, they had recently returned from a crazy trip to the future and just finished celebrating their safe return, now everyone else was asleep, the only sounds the soft snores from Giotto, G and Asari who were staying over. Reborn and Tsuna were on the patio at the back of the house.

After several moments of studying the brunet's face and finding it devoid of emotion, Reborn turned back to his cleaning his gun. "Why would I teach you something like that?"

"You're a hitman aren't you?"

"Why would you want to learn to kill?"

Silence. Reborn turned back to examine the boy, but the boy had lowered his head, brown bangs obscuring his face. However, his hands were clenched at his sides, white-knuckled from the pressure.

"Baka-Gio might have 'killed' Byakuran in the future, but that doesn't necessitate you having to learn how to spill blood on your hands too."

"I don't..." Tsuna hesitated, and then gave an exasperated sigh as he flopped down beside the hitman. Tilting his head up he gazed at the night sky, most of the stars were obscured by the pollution but a few determined ones twinkled in the endless black. "I don't... really want to learn how to kill per se, but I do want to help my brother... Going to the future made me realise that... there are so many types of people in this world and not all of them are just going to stop doing something just because they get told it's not right. Some people will keep going, keep pushing against human morals until someone else stops them, permanently. And so many of those types of people belong in the world Giotto's going to be a part of, my friends and family will be a part of. I can't just sit still knowing that they will become prime targets for people in the Mafia. I just can't."

He turned to face Reborn; eyes now glowing an eerie determined orange, a faint flame seemed to flicker on his forehead. "I know I can help him, that I wont always be a burden, it's just a gut feeling I have. And I have helped him. It's just..." His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his lap. "Giotto keeps pushing me away, keeps pushing me out of harms way and using himself as a shield whenever he thinks I'm in danger. Even though I've told him so many times he doesn't need to, he still tries to. Even with Fon-Sensei's training he still thinks I'm weak and helpless."

Reborn kept silent, watching the brunet critically, waiting for him to say what he needed to.

Tsuna huffed and then flopped onto his back against the deck. "Giotto wants to change the mafia, if he has to join it he will change it. He keeps denying that he will become boss but I think his heart has already resigned itself to its fate. Especially since so many others are involved like G-san and Lampo-san and Daemon-san." The brunet grimaced a bit here, Daemon still creeped him out. "And I know not everyone in the mafia is bad, you can't help what you're born in to after all, nor the circumstances you end up in, like Fon-Sensei and I-pin-chan and... And..." Tsuna turned to his side; toward the hitman again, his hard orange gaze boring into endless obsidian. "...You." His gaze turned imploring. "I want to help."

Reborn wasn't sure whether the brunet wanted to help the hitman or his brother or perhaps everyone in general. Yet his gaze caught the hitman, the determined sheen and the untapped potential usually hidden under a quivering eyes was now staring the hitman in the face. He found that he couldn't turn away, didn't want to, really. In his own way the boy was opening himself up to him, leaving himself vulnerable, letting the hitman decide whether he should make or break the boy.

And staring into those eyes, seeing how much the boy trusted him and the raw honesty emanating from that small, yet strangely stubborn, figure in front of him. Made him want to give in, not to the boy's request, but to his own inner urge to teach the boy; something that he wasn't even sure when it had started.

Perhaps it had been when Baka-Giotto and his friends had almost been caught by the Millefiore, having been easily taken out due to too many consecutive fights, and the brunet had appeared on the scene taking out all the opponents with only the skills Fon had managed the cram into him in the 6 months prior, his intuition, and a determination to protect that glazed his eyes a fiery orange hue.

Perhaps it had been before that, when the Varia had appeared and the still shy, timid boy had stood tall in front of his brother against the rage of Xanxus. Or even before that, when he had saved Yamamoto Takeshi from falling to his death.

But he couldn't, he was limited by the order's of the Ninth, there was only so much he was allowed to teach the brunet; his studies, perhaps some self defence (which he called Fon over for), but definitely not anything to do with flames and the mafia. His time to teach was meant solely for the future Vongola Decimo and Tsuna had not been chosen. A scowl made its way onto his face, these facts and more had played about his mind like a mantra for the last several months. He wasn't sure when the number one hitman needed to follow the limitations placed by other people, but professionalism deemed that he needed the trust of his employers and for that, he had to follow the rules.

Not that Giotto wouldn't be a perfect boss by the time Reborn was done with him, no. Both twins had enough potential to make a blind man see, all they needed was the right motivation, the right hands to mould them and they would become influential beings in their own right. Sometimes Reborn wasn't sure how both Iemitsu and Giotto could be so blind or perhaps for the latter's case, a great case of denial.

"Perhaps this is selfish of me." Tsuna's voice snapped Reborn from his inner musings. "Y-you're busy with Giotto, right? And that's why you asked Fon-sensei to come and teach me when I asked you to teach me how to fight." The brunet's voice was soft, forlorn. He had tuned over, his back to Reborn, cheek resting against the cool surface of the wooden patio, legs brought up so that he could wrap his arms around them.

"Why me?" Reborn was truly curious about this, why would the brunet, the very same brunet who had cowered away from him during their first few meetings, want him to teach him. "You could ask Fon." Reborn quashed the spark of what was definitely not jealousy as he said this.

"Fon-sensei told me that he has to leave soon, he's not allied to the Vongola and has his own job he needs to get back to." Tsuna shifted a little, moving his cheek to another spot, sighing as the cool wood met his skin. "Don't get me wrong, I love training with him, he is nice and calming, and his training is harsh but sound, but I feel like he isn't the one for me..."

Reborn quirked an eyebrow at that. "And I am?"

Tsuna's body stilled for a moment before abruptly turning to Reborn, all of a sudden much closer than before, close enough that Reborn could catch the soft sweet scent that wafted around the boy and within touching distance of his infantile hands.

The brunet just stared at Reborn as if searching for something, as if the hitman's face had the answers to everything the boy wanted to know. Then the brunet's eyes closed and a bare breath of an answer slipped from his lips to brush Reborn's chubby cheeks "...yes."

Reborn froze, he would have asked why the brunet was so sure he was the one, but he had a feeling that the brunet himself didn't know. Was it his hyper intuition? Reborn did wonder what the odds were that both twins would posses the coveted power to such a degree, neither Iemitsu nor the Ninth ever showed such great degrees of knowledge. But he digressed.

Turning his attention back to the brunet in front of him he realised that the boy, for all intents and purposes, looked asleep. The hitman knew better though, even in the dim light of the sliver of moon in the sky, he could make out the slight shifting of eyes behind closed eyelids and the very slight hitch of breath as Reborn leaned forward to brush chocolate coloured hair out of the way.

"If I do teach you, and that's a big if, it will have to be in secret."

The eyes snapped open to stare wonderingly at the hitman, the hitman refused to react to the hope shining in the large honey orbs. "I know." The words held more weight than the tone indicated, but the hitman could see that the brunet did understand, that he was aware that this would be a risk that would put the hitman's own reputation at risk. The brunet pushed himself up, sitting upright in seiza position, much like he would for Fon's explanations. Reborn could feel the urge to smile and quickly lowered his fedora.

"I won't be teaching you the same things that your twin has been learning, I'm going to be teaching you how to fight, how to survive... how to kill." He watched as the brunet flinched at the last word. "That's what it means to be a hitman, an assassin." He needed to make sure the brunet knew exactly what he was asking for and what he was getting into. If the hitman was going to taint this innocent soul, he needed the soul to be ready. "Do you think you're ready to take on such a burden?"

The brunet had his eyes closed as he took a deep breath, shoulders tense. His eyes opened to reveal glowing quartz orange, brighter than the setting sun.

"Yes."

That one word held a world of determination and resolve that took Reborn's breath away. He lowered his fedora, keeping his eyes on the brunet's own, as he let his lips stretch into a sardonic smirk.

"Good, we'll start tonight."

The brunet's features became confused, the orange sheen receding once again. "Eh? W-wait, now?!"

"The sooner we start the better, and we certainly can't during the day."

"B-but-!"

"Don't worry; we'll up the training after Fon leaves. Now start running, your stamina's still pathetic."

"W-wai-! Hiiieeeeee! Don't shoot Reborn!"

He would not regret this decision, if there was one thing Reborn lived by, it was to do everything with your dying will.

Flashback End

Reborn glanced at the blond sitting across from him in the jet, he could discern the obvious worry evident in the way Giotto couldn't seem to sit still; fingers twisting into the hem of his dress shirt, the way the eyes shifted restlessly and the worrying of the lip (the twins were uncannily similar in the way they showed concern). Asari, to his left, was no better and neither was G to his right.

He huffed audibly, attracting the three teens' attentions. "Don't worry so much, Dame-Tsuna can take care of himself, he probably managed to get away and is staying low so the enemy can't find him."

"But, Takeshi-" Asari started.

"Yes, he was most likely helping and got knocked out in the process. Tsuna's not the type to leave anyone behind but he probably fled knowing that the enemy would go after him and not hurt Yamamoto further, and so Yamamoto's injuries are not as bad you thought; a sprained wrist and a slight concussion, with Knuckles' sun flame it'll be healed in no time."

"That's right! To the limit!" Was the exuberant boxer's reply.

"Reborn-san, as much as I am aware that the brat can take care of himself, Flute-freak's brother isn't a pushover since they learned swords together. Doesn't this mean that the enemy, whoever it is, must be pretty strong? Especially if whoever it is can make the kid, who was trained by Fon-san, flee? Assuming, of course, that he managed to get away."

Reborn just lowered his fedora and turned his head toward Giotto. G's eyes trailed to his best friend and saw that his head was lowered, long blond bangs shadowing his face. The red-head's usual scowl came back. Reaching over he gave the blond a fierce smack upside the head, watching as Giotto gave a startled yelp and blinked at him confusedly.

"G? What was that for?!"

"For being an idiot, obviously!"

"Maa maa, Giotto, you shouldn't be thinking such things!"

"God wouldn't want such thoughts to be in your head, Giotto, and neither would your brother..." Everyone stared at the boxer who suddenly seemed to actually be aware of what was going on. "...TO THE LIMIT!" And consequently face faulted.

"How would you guys know of what's going through my head!?" Giotto yelled and then paled. "...Don't tell me Reborn's ability to read minds is infectious." He was starting to look blue now. "But I can't read any of your minds!"

"No you idiota! You're like an open book! I bet you're blaming yourself when you had nothing to do with it!"

Giotto's face scrunched up. "But it is my fault isn't it?" he asked quietly, fists clenching. "I'm the Vongola Decimo, there's no other reason for anyone to be after my brother."

There were plenty of reasons, but Reborn wouldn't be the one to tell him. And if he and Tsuna were lucky, Giotto would never find out.

"This is why you're an idiot! Your dad's in the mafia but neither you nor your brother and mum were targeted, it was ensured that their whereabouts would be left unknown, so whoever attacked must have caught wind due to someone else's carelessness, not yours! Even if you weren't the Decimo, that doesn't mean that there would be no assassins after them, someone must have gotten lucky, but it is definitely not your fault!" G started panting from the long speech he just gave while Giotto, Asari and Knuckles stared at him in awe.

Reborn just lowered his fedora, a genuine smile on his lips. 'This is what Family is for.'

"B-but-!"

Reborn launched into one of his infamous moves, deemed to be named 'Head Meets Foot in an Epic Clash' by one of his many fans. Standing on the downed Giotto's steaming head, he let a sadistic smirk overtake his expression.

"Baka-Gio, if you've got nothing better to do than to whine and be an idiot, why don't you finish the paperwork assigned to you by the Ninth?"

"Eh, kid. You brought Giotto's paperwork with you?" Asari scratched his head in confusion. "Where is it?"

"Behind you."

The teens turned as one (Giotto just turned his head to the side) and gaped wide eyed at the wall of white stacks of paper.

"Extreme paperwork TO THE LIMIT!"

Giotto's high pitched scream or terror could be heard all the way to Kazakhstan.


Namimori, Japan.

Tsuna couldn't help but smile as he rode into Namimori on bike. The town had been his home for the majority of his life and although travelling to different countries made for interesting and revitalising experiences, it just wasn't the same as the taste of home.

He had arrived from Tokyo airport via motorbike before leaving said bike at a friend's place and exchanging it for a bicycle. Now he was riding through the market place heading for the hospital, swerving to avoid people and traffic alike, while enjoying the wind whipping through his hair and the fresh scent of spring leaves in the air. He'd only left a week ago and it already felt like a lifetime.

Upon arriving at the hospital, he left the bike outside and rushed up to the service desk. The nurse scowled at him and he shuddered inwardly. This particular nurse favoured keeping patients in beds and didn't condone well to anyone leaving early.

The fact that she had the strength to tear a gurney in half -mattress, metal frame and all- didn't bode well for any patients who were liable to try to escape early. Even Kyoya and Alaude (despite pretty much owning the hospital) were forced to stay when she kept watch, especially after the first incident which resulted in many broken tonfa, handcuffs and the cousins forcibly tied to the beds with their own weapons.

"I-is Yamamoto Takeshi here, Nurse Aika?" Tsuna inwardly cursed his stutter.

The nurse's eyes narrowed dangerously; if he hadn't seen Reborn he was sure he'd be a quivering mass of goo by now. Instead he just stood there and tried to look as innocuous as possible; which, according to Reborn, was the one thing he was good at.

Seeing the teen in front of her wasn't going to cause trouble, the nurse grunted before stating, "Room 180." The teen bowed and thanked her before turning to go. "Try anything funny and you'll know what to expect, Sawada Tsunayoshi, the crowd you run with is always prone to injury."

Tsuna cried inwardly, the nurse still remembered them. He was pretty sure Giotto and every one of his guardians had ended up here at some point as well as himself, Asari's brother; Takeshi, Knuckles' brother; Ryohei and Kyoya. That meant many memorable visits to the hospital, especially given how violent, loud and crazy they all were.

Reaching room 180 he heaved a sigh before reaching for the knob. "Takeshi-" he stopped short to gape at the scene before him. Takeshi himself didn't look bad, there were only a few bandages wrapped around his wrist from what the brunet could see. But the chains strapping the taller teen down to the bed plus the oversized padlock that looked reminiscent of the chain and ball prisoners used to wear sure looked daunting, there were even bars on the window!

"Oh, hey Tsuna! How was your trip? And don't worry, Hibird checked for listening devices already!" Was the typical Yamamoto Takeshi greeting.

Tsuna just continued to stare at the restraints as he closed the door behind him.

Takeshi noticed and chuckled good-naturedly, "Ahaha, I tried to get out because I felt fine and Dad needs help with the shop so I couldn't just sleep forever."

"Your wrist is sprained, isn't it?" was Tsuna's concerned reply, eyes glued to the appendage as the raven haired boy wriggled it.

"Its fine, so you better not go blaming yourself." Here Takeshi's expression turned momentarily serious, before brightening up again. "And I don't need both my hands to help Dad around the shop!"

The brunet gave a resigned sigh before making his way over to the chair by the bed, careful to step over the large padlock. "I really don't think you are in any position to move at the moment," he said dryly, eyeing the chains warily.

Takeshi grinned as he scratched the back of his head with his free arm sheepishly. "I forgot about Nurse Aika, it's sure been awhile since I had to go to the hospital."

Tsuna looked scandalized. "How could you forget after what she did to the Hibaris?!"

"Who knows, ahaha."

Tsuna resisted the urge to facepalm as he took hold of the injured hand, trying to peek under the bandages and winced when the dark blue hues became apparent. The wrist was swollen and bruised badly, he hoped that it would heal faster or maybe he could ask Onii-san to come up.

"The guy who attacked..."

Tsuna looked up to see an uncharacteristic frown cross the raven teen's features.

"I don't think you should face him, Tsuna."

"That bad?"

Takeshi gripped his sheets with his free hand. "He came close to me and I couldn't even sense him, it was only by instinct that I reacted fast enough to draw my sword and it was too late by then; he was close enough to knock Shigure Kintoki from my hand and knock me out and I didn't even get a glimpse of his face. Even 'you' didn't sense him, and 'you' have that flame sensing thingy that Shōichi was talking about."

"Flame receptors," corrected the brunet absentmindedly as he pondered on whom on earth could get close to Takeshi and 'himself' without being detected. "What happened to 'me'? Kyoya just said that 'I' was 'bitten by a rabid herbivore who would be bitten to death' by him."

The raven head grinned at the catch-phrase and Tsuna couldn't help smiling back, they both knew it was the skylark's way of showing he cared when he mentioned biting an enemy of their's to death.

"Well, I was knocked out, but both Shōichi and Spanner looked really upset when they came to visit me. Or well, Shōichi looked upset and Spanner was just frowning a bit, but you get what I mean."

He did indeed. His robotic counterpart must have been really mangled up if Spanner and Shōichi couldn't salvage it. And it happened to be a favourite project for them too. Not to mention the amount of flames his friends and he had expended into it.

"How is everyone else?" The brunet wondered, peering at Takeshi.

The taller teen got the message easily and his characteristic grin stretched his features. "Mama thinks that you're staying at my place still." Tsuna smiled as Takeshi blushed a bit as he called his mum that. The reason why 'he' stayed at Takezushi was to lessen suspicion because although the robot could play 'him' perfectly, it wasn't human and eating and showering didn't sit too well with the delicate mechanics inside.

"That's good to know." He grimaced a little, he hated having to lie to his mum so much about what he was up to, it reminded him too much of what his dad did. His only respite from the guilt was the fact that he made sure to never leave her alone; Lambo, I-pin and Fuuta were a godsend. Otherwise he would never work up the courage to leave his mother like that. And his robot self made for a good cover to reassure her he was safe.

"So the only issue is my brother." He put his finger on his bottom lip, nibbling the finger nail as he wriggled his nose in thought. Maybe they should tackle that problem when it came; there was no doubt in his mind that Giotto would be here soon. 'And Reborn's with him too, if the text I got is anything to go by.' He started a little when he felt a hand on his head, ruffling his hair. Peeking through his bangs he wondered what Takeshi was up to.

Takeshi just grinned. "Sorry Tsuna, you were too cute to resist!"


A/N: Sorry for the lack of action. And another OC, I felt like writing someone epically intense with a passion for healing people, though fear. :3

I hope the emotions for Reborn and Tsuna were conveyed properly. Also, because I'm pretty much creating plot as I write, I'm up for suggestions about things you might like to see. Like flashbacks about how Tsuna met certain people or even missions he went on with or without Reborn. It makes for good character build-up.

Plus, I've got a bit of a block for chapter 3. OTL It'll come out later but I really need to finish my assignments. Cries.

Next Chapter will have a bit more on Robo-Tsuna and hopefully more action plus another flashback if it fits.

Reviews are loved! 8)