Desclaimer: I don't own KHR, i do own Frank.

I reamined you whenever "this" show up its Mortimor's thoughts.

Meeting for the second time:

It finely came, Mortimor rose from bed. Today was going to be his first day at 'Namimori junior high'. With haste only students are able to muster, Mortimor made all of his morning routine. He was out on the street in less than 10 minutes (amazing record when he was able to shave, take a shower, brush his teeth, eat and change clothes…correctly he still didn't get over what happened during his first day in this universe).

Most people won't understand why he was in such a hurry, school only started at eight and the time right now was six. Well… unlike most teenagers Mortimor had to go to work, he was living alone and couldn't afford missing a payment on the rent (or else he'll be 'bitten to death').

Running on top speed, he was able to arrive at the newspaper delivery company in record time. An easy job that only required he'll be an early riser. In the facility, he grabbed the pile of newspaper intended for him and took off. His target was the Yogi neighborhood, usually one would have to take the main street and run around to get there, but Mort wasn't usual.

From the main street the auburn boy Ran into an ally. This particular ally ended with a locked metal fence, but with the nimbleness acquired after years of training martial arts and 'Parkour' he climbed over it, and jumped into a yet to be opened construction site. The site was deserted for now, some confrontation between the contractor and his workers. This allowed Mortimor to use the place as an amazing shortcut. He blazed through the site, arriving to a pile of rubble near the end; he donkey jumped over it propelling himself to a well placed plank. The plank bent down as he landed and quickly straightened up, the momentum allowed Mort to catch a metal chain, which was hanging from the building's skeleton.

He then used the chain to fly in an arc, letting go only moments before the chain hit the building's wall. With this, Mortimor was air born. A feeling of freedom swept his body, an adrenalin rush took over his senses; he was a junky, an 'adrenalin junky'.

Just like he planed he was now above his target. The Yogi neighborhood stretched beneath him. He opened the sack of newspapers and started throwing them one by one to their intended homes. As his flight was coming to an end, Mortimor did a somersault landing neatly and perfectly on a house's fence. He gracefully bowed to the cheers of an invisible crowed before he hoped down.

Unbeknown to him, he actually had an audience. A certain baby hitman has seen this marvelous show for the last few days. The hitman had already done much of the needed research and ground work. But he still needed to be sure. He knew Mortimor was about to be in school today and he would use the chance to check him up.

Mortimor continued his walk. He had about two hours m till school and it only took ten minutes to get there by foot. This meant he had all the time in the world. The street was mostly quiet, only the singing of birds filled the air with marvelous sound. Mort took a deep breath, it was a beautiful morning and the air was still damp from the morning haze.

From the distance, he could see a shadowy figure that was quickly approaching. As the figure came closer and closer, the sound of its heavy breathing was audible. Mortimor Kept on walking there was only one other person who would be awake at this hour of the day Ryohei Sasagawa the captain of 'Namimori Junior high' boxing team.

The white haired boxer soon caught up with Mortimor and said "Good Morning Mort-San, it's an Extreme morning". The auburn teen smiled, Ryohei would use 'Extreme' in every single sentence he says, and if, in some weird coincidence there was nowhere to use it he would just shout it at the end of the sentence.

"Good morning to you too Ryohei-San and I must agree this is really an 'Extreme morning 'as you say. " Mortimor answered. "It will be my first day at 'Namimori Junior high' today, and I just can't wait." After having several meeting during the few days he was delivering newspapers, Mortimor and Ryohei had known each other very well and if it weren't for school the two, would probably spend much more time together.

"Do you already know what class you'll be?" asked the boxer, he was currently using his stop to stretch to the 'Extreme '.

"Class A-2, your class isn't it?" answered the blond. It was like he always lived here, not someone sent to this dimension by his 'crazy scientist' neighbor. Said neighbor sneezed at the very moment, and quickly dispatched a Guinea pig to fetch him tissue. Said Guinea pig went and told a lower ranker to do it, which passed on the command to one beneath him, the later did the same, bringing effort a cycle that forced the scientist to course bureaucracy and fetch the tissue, which was placed a meter away from him.

"Indeed. This is my Extreme class, I'll show you around after the teacher will introduce you, don't wary everyone will like you to the Extreme."(See...). Mortimor just nodded. "Well I still need to finish my run to the Extreme. See you in the Extreme school." "OK that's just abusing it".

Ryohei start running, his figure was quickly diminishing in the distance. Mort, continued to walk with ease, it took him about five minutes before he arrived to school. Walking into the school yard he still had a few errands to do before the day started. He looked for a sign or anything that looked like the principle office. But he found none. The school was different than the ones he was used to, and no signs were visible. He had only one option. He was lucky enough that there only were two buildings. He took out a silver coin from his pocket and tossed it calling heads for the building to the right. The coin landed on tails, Mortimor held the coin in his hand and stepped to the building on his left.

Entering the building he took off his shoes and set them in Ryohei's basket and wore a pair of 'indoor' shoes he brought from his apartment. He was sure his friend wouldn't mind. He entered the corridor and yet again flipped the coin to decide how many floors to go up. The result was four so, he started to walk up (once for odd or even, then heads for two or tails for four). Arriving to the fourth floor took its tool and he was breathing hardly before he started scanning the floor (you try going up 100 steps).

Surely enough as it usually was when he gave faith in a 'coin toss' he found the principle office off the bet. He walked in and waited until the secretary was done talking in the phone.

"Hello. And you are?" said the middle aged women as she closed the phone.

"Mortimor Rigor, the new transfer student..." he answered.

"Rigor..."she checked her notes, "O yes you are joining class A-2 today" she pressed a button on an invisible phone and said "Yoshiro, Mortimor Rigor is here to see you." Turning back to Mort she said "He'll see you now." The door magically opened to the sound of her words and Mortimor stepped into a well furnished room, everything was made of well fashioned dark brown wood that shimmered in the early morning light.

Mortimor stood there waiting until he was told to sit, if he would be. Yoshiro the principle set on a black arm chair. Nervous Mort noticed, the arm sits were like all the rest of the room made of dark brown wood (like you never notice weird things when nervous). The principle waited his hands coaxed together. Yoshiro then lifted his head and with a smile said "Welcome Rigor- San. I am glad you chose to join our school." Mortimor eased, the man was spreading a silent calming aura that made standing there much easier.

"I hope you'll enjoy your days at 'Namimori Junior high', but I am to warn you we keep a strict protocol over our laws and regulations. I would suggest you to not be caught breaking any of them our disciplinary comity has a very unusual liking for 'hard justice' as they call it." "Aka Hibari's I beat you to death routine" thought the dimension traveler. "I also wish to tell you, that because of your 'special' circumstances you are allowed to ask the school for leaves of absences and financial help if you require those." "Don't wary almost half the Yakuza in the city are helping out to their favorite bartender." Mortimor joked to himself two days ago the fellows in the 'Shady place' heard he was an orphan and where he lived, so they made a special toll for him. He now had enough money for two months of rent, and some spending cash.

"Thank you very much Principle-San, I hope as you said to enjoy my days in this school. May I take my leave?" Mortimor bowed to the man.

"You may." Answered Yoshiro, "whatfinemanners" he thought. Mortimor left the room and walked outside to the waiting room. Outside set a female at her late twenties. She looked up from the bundle of papers in her hand and with a tone that can only be understood as a question "Mortimor Rigor?"

"Yes" he said.

"I am Honoka Akira , your homeroom teacher I came to show you to class." Mortimor followed her. As they left the waiting room the school bell rang. The corridors were filled with running students who hurried to their class outside you could hear the faint sounds of someone being bitten to death. "I will never be late to school" Mort swore to himself.

Mortimor and Akira arrived to class A-2, easily recognizable by the sign above the door. "Wait here until I call you in." he leaned against the wall and waited the corridors went dead silent. He was alone and could see the window's view. Outside a small pile of latecomers was still squirming. Hibari himself was lying near a tree resting after his short morning workout. After what seemed like forever, actually the five minutes of name calling, the door opened and Akira called him in. He stepped before the many rows of students and said. "Hello, I am Mortimor Rigor; please take good care of me".

The room was a cluster as the teacher told him to sit near Ryohei. As he walked to sit by his friend he could hear murmurs coming all around him. Due to the amount of students and the small space he could not understand what was being said. He set down and shook hands with the hyperactive boxer. The rest of the hour went by with a haze. A funny moment happened when the hyperactive Ryohei, who by default couldn't sit down quietly broke a pencil in two. One of the two pieces was sent flying at the student in front of him; said student fell forward from his slumbering position launching his pan forward hitting a second student. The two then had a small quarrel for the next minute over the event.

As the hour ended, the teacher said she had something to do (*cough* smoke *cough*) and that they have free time until the next class. Ryohei used the time to quickly introduce Mortimor to the class one by one. It was probably some dumb coincidence but four of his new classmate looked all too familiar. Ryohei said that even though they looked bad they were nice when you knew them (more like they feared the strong teen and acted nicely to please him).

The next teacher entered the classroom, but this time; the hour didn't pass quickly, but in the slowest manner possible. The lesson's subject was English and for a native citizen of USA he would ace the lesson with ease. Finely the double lesson was over and it was time for the lunch break. Ryohei said he had some club commitments so he had to go, but he assured Mort that tomorrow they'll eat together and he'll introduce him to his sister. And just like that Mortimor was alone.

Mortimor left the class and walked around the halls, he looked for a silence spot to eat, and the roof was probably taken over by the Tsuna gang. As he reached the stairs he noticed the four students he recognized in class going up. He had a bad feeling and following them would be very stupid. "Don'tdoityoushouldn'tinterfereit'lljustdrawfireatyou..." he still followed the group. He couldn't see someone get hurt when he can do something to stop it.

Walking up he reached the roof and saw the group started harassing Tsuna and Gukodara, the first was stopping the later from using dynamites against the 'normal' people. Mortimor opened the door and lazily walked out to the open rooftop. "Ha... What a beautiful day" he said. All the occupants of the roof turned to look at him. "You" shouted Tsuna...the bullies looked at the brown haired boy, then at Mort. A look of recognition finely appeared on their leaders face as he said with a snide whisper "You..."

Mortimor looked at the roof faking a look of surprise and said "0... Shit. It's the four idiots from last Thursday." Said idiots gritted their teeth and were ready to launch themselves at him. The three underlings looked at their leader, which as Ryohei said was named Shirou Noboru, waiting for his command. Shirou then shouted "Get him..." Mortimor reacted to the command by turning around and running away the group of bullies behind him.

He ran down the stairs jumping over the railing to cut valuable time. If his plan was to succeed he needed a small head start. On the now mostly empty rooftop, Gukodara looked at his boss and asked "Tenth, what do you think that was about?"

Tsuna, reacted with surprise and said the only thing that came up to his mind "I think that guy just helped us...Now that I think about it just the day before Reborn came I think he helped me as well." The brown haired boy was surprised by the wired act of the older teen. No one ever helped him, No good- Tsuna.

Mortimor ran as fast as he could while making sure his pursuers could see him. During the morning he noticed the janitor's cabin was unlocked and he planned to lead them there. The four all had weapons in the form of bats and he was sure he could get one inside the cabin. He reached the janitor's cabin, which in janitor's standards was huge, with a big lead. He made sure they won't be able to lock him inside and stepped in.

The cabin was as big as a classroom and was filled with shelves of 'janitory' goodness. Mort ran to hide as he collected items he might be able to use. The door squealed as it was opened it again and he could hear Shirou say "Now we are gonna teach you not to mess with our business; usually we would go and get Dama Tsuna, but you pissed us off so first comes first serve" "thankyouverymuchidiot". The gang of four stepped in and waited by the door sure that he would have to show up soon enough.

Behind one of the many shelves Mortimor looked at his catch, two flashlights and a string. Not much but enough for now. An idea formed in his mind and he improvised the weapon of a favorite PSP game character 'Kratos'. Finished with the preparations he stepped out a flashlight in each hand. Both were connected by string to his arms, a makeshift version of the 'Blades of chaos'.

"0... the little chicken came out. What are you going to do? Blind us with the flashlights?" asked Shirou. Mortimor smirked a crazy idea was forged in his brain and the coolness factor was sky rocketing. "I hope l am not tempting fate by doing this."

"NO," he took a familiar stance and said "I am going to beat you to death." If the mimicking of Hibari had any effect it didn't show. His four adversaries smirked sure that their pray was at hand. They spread around him encircling him. Slowly they closed in as if they had all the time in the world. His attack came out from nowhere. Mortimor let go of his left flash light and used the string to lunch it at the head of one attacker. The glass within the steel road shattered as the man fell down to the count. The other three charged hoping to catch him off guard.

Mortimor rolled backward and lunched the second flashlight in a swiping motion. The attack hit with a savage blow to the guts of the right most attacker. The other two got close enough to attack and in a 'Kendo' like motion swung their bats at him. The auburn rolled to the side and pulled the two flashlights back. He stood up, taking on a new stance this time holding firmly to the strings and spinning the flashlights around. The two attackers were pissed off, their friends were on the ground and they didn't land a single hit. Shirou, who acted as and probably was the leader changed the way he held the bat and took a stance ordering with his eyes to his companion to flank Mort, the later couldn't allow it.

Sanding a flash light at the flanker he caught him by the leg and pulled. The lackey fell prone on his back his bat hit him straight in his face knocking him out. "Nice...three down, one to go" thought Mortimor. Said one was slowly closing in his stick ready to block any ranged attack. "Good the leader knows how to fight" Mortimor bounced the unused flashlight to his hand and charged. His enemy was surprised up till now Mortimor didn't take the imitative but now he was running straight to attack.

Lifting his weapon above his head, Shirou was ready to strike Mort when he entered the range. "Not gonna happen" thought Mortimor. The charging Mortimor pressed the flashlights 'on' button and as previously suggested by his opponent, flashed the teen's face effectively blinding him. The teen staggered backward surprised by the light. Mortimor took the opportunity to land a right uppercut to Shirou's jaw. The hit sent the bigger teen off of his legs and into an arc. Said arc ended with a loud crash dropping a pile of broomsticks and mops over the prone leader.

"Here's some food for thought. If a guy deliberately makes sure you follow, don't" Said Mortimor. He pulled the flashlights of his hands and coiled them together "I am so gonna keep these". He stepped out just as the bell rang "Damn I didn't get to eat..." he murmured to himself as he walked to class. In the shadows of the janitor's room Reborn smiled to himself he was right. It seems this boy will be willing, and would probably be a fine addition to Tsuna's familiga.

Mort stepped into class just moments before the teacher. He hid the two flashlights in his bag and took out the math study books. He loved the subject, although sometimes making the homework board him to death. The next few hours cruised by no one even asked why there were four vacant sits in the classroom. The four bullies would usual disappear at that time so it was a regular sight.

As the bell which marked the end of the school day rang, Mortimor stood up arid started walking to the door. Ryohei, came behind him and caught him by the neck. "So, Mort-San was your first day Extreme as you hoped?" asked the ever cheerful boxer.

Mortimor was surprised by the way Ryohei acted, but guessed it was the man's usual demeanor. "Always an Extremist" he smiled inwardly and said "Yes it was a great day I even played a nice game with a few friends."

The clueless boxer smiled and said "Then next time you should invite me to the Extreme." The boxer was so excited that Mortimor just couldn't say no "I'll be sure to do that, although I don't think we'll play again in a long while." "After this beating I hope they'll think twice before trying something again."

The boxer's spirit went down a bit and he said "That's sad to the Extreme. Well I

Have got to go to the club for some Extreme training see you tomorrow Mort-San."

"See you tomorrow Ryohei-San. I have job myself, can't be late on my rent." "Really I can't" the teens went their separate ways after putting their shoes on. Outside of the school yard Mortimor made port to the café he worked at. Waiting him outside was a small fedora wearing figure. "Here comes trouble." Mortimor walked with ease after all he wanted to get involved. "Reborn-San, I never thought I'll see you here"

"Mortimor Rigor we need to talk." The baby spread a confusing aura. On the one hand it suggested he was in trouble, on the other it told Mortimor he might get what he wanted.

Mortimor looked at his watch he had some time before work but he still had to walk there "Talk as we walk; I need to work today." Mortimor just strode away. The baby soon followed walking on house fence to keep eye contact with the teen.

"Mortimor Rigor; fourteen years old, works at three different jobs, lives in an apartment alone; Have martial art training and seems to love helping people out of trouble. But the most interesting fact about you is that up till a week ago you did not exist." "I didn't expect less than that from Reborn."

Mortimor shrugged he had no reason to hide things from the hitman; said baby might decide to kill him if he lied. "As one would expect from the grate hitman Reborn," He started explaining "Well truth be told, is that up till two weeks ago I really didn't exist in this world literally. Due to some crazy scientist and a stupid promise, I showed up here in my underwear." The hitman went on unfazed. After meeting Verde, every story that includes crazy scientists sounds reasonable.

"Well after getting here, I became a favorite of Hibari, and he supplied me with papers etc. you can ask his lieutenant Kusakaba I think." The baby hitman kept shrouding on making the occasional jump when the fences changed height.

"Well I won't say I believe you, but I know a mad scientist myself and I know what his kind can do." Reborn paused before he continued. "Plus by what I hear today was the second time you saved my student so I need to thank you."

"That brown haired kid was your student. How did those bully called him... No good-Tsuna?" Mortimor asked with fake surprise, of course he knew who Tsuna was. "He looked somewhat weak so I decided to butt in. I really hate to see people get hurt when I can help them." That was true, he learned martial art mostly for this reason.

"Nice of you to say that" said Reborn. "As a thank you, what would you think about joining Tsuna's familiga?" "Straight to the point huh..."

"A familiga; like a mafia familiga? If it won't hurt with my work I might agree. I really don't want to be beaten to death." Mortimor slumped as he thought about his current land owner.

"I am sure I can arrange something for you." said Reborn "you might even be able to cut some slacks." "Now we are talking, the ninth pays for Gukodara he might pay for me as well. I think I'll throw the waiter job any way with the tips from the 'Shady place' I only need the paper delivery to get by."

"Then I agree. What do I need to do?" Reborn smiled a victorious smile. "Figures he just saw me bit the crap out of those bullies" they walked in silence Reborn thinking to himself while Mortimor made sure he was on the right way. He already got lost once and didn't want to do it again.

Reborn finely said "meet me tomorrow at the swimming pool during the third period. I am going to make a little test before I let you in." "Guess we are at that chapter, I should probably bring first aid kit with me."

AN: hope you enjoyed this two chappters. agian not betaed (looking for one for KHR). Btw if you have complaints about the choice of weapon i did a GOW maraton this weekend so "guess what i had in mind while writing".