A/N : So many...faves and follows... Thank you! I might not be able to say it one by one, but thank you Oh, yes, there was one reviewer who asks about 'All27', they asked is it going to be the Guardians, Varia, or what? Well, readers, it's up to you. The center of this story would be the Arco27, but if you want some...X27, for example, then okay! But do mind that since Tsuna is not.. 'Vongola', so bringing Primo and the First Generation will be hard. :) Once again, thank you!

Warning : OOC Character(s), Sad attempts at humor, bad grammar-yeaaah. That's about it, I guess.


After a very rocky start, the seven strongest finally decides to do some...bonding.

"Whose idea was it, this thing?" Mammon grumbled as she watched her surroundings. Well, she will admit that this place is really beautiful. A land filled with nothing but greens, blue colors the sky above her head, stretches beyond horizon while she stands on top of a hill that was close with the cottage. As she felt the wind brushing against her cheek, she grumbled. "This place is way too cold for comfort." She complained before she turned to her companions, who looks really calm and they look like they don't have a single complain about this place. Maybe they have a higher tolerance toward coldness. She really wouldn't put it past them…

"But I must admit..." Tsuru said, her eyes travelled from trees to trees before smiling brightly, "This place is really pretty. It's a shame that this place is really hidden." The brunette whistled, hand unconsciously clutching a patch of grass. She immediately release her hold with a gasp, startled that she actually going to hurt the plant. A mere plant.

"I could take a nap here." Reborn murmured. He stretches his upper body, before leaning against the wet patch of grass. He paid no mind over the water that starting to soak his suit; instead he took off his fedora and covers the half top of his face. But, he does feel annoyed—just slightly—because of the soft composition he always identifies as a pillow was nowhere to be found. Granted, usually Leon was his pillow, but this time? He glanced at the brunette who smiled at the warmness the sun gives. Huffing, he gets up. Just the upper part of his body as he clutched his fedora so it won't be sullied by the dirt, before he landed his head to Tsuru's lap who looks startled.

"Hie—" Letting out her famous squeak, she peered down to the dark haired male who simply cover his eyes with his fedora, but he does letting his lips curved into a smirk. "What? You said you'll take care of us, right? This is just part of your job." He points out, practically could feel the female pouted in annoyance but he could feel the muscles beneath his head slowly unwinds, accepting the weight, before she relaxed immediately.

"Well, this is new." Fon said with an amused smile. Skull nodded rapidly, agreeing with the martial artist words. Usually, it would take a lot to make the hitman even get close to someone. He usually would stay away, but still within hearing range. So when they saw the male suddenly plopping his head to her lap, it was a shock.

"What's next, Mammon giving out money?" Verde grumbled, the noise apparently interrupting him from taking more notes. He, as a scientist, doesn't really care about the female. But he is interested over her flame, seeing that his chance on meeting up with Sky Flame user is next to none. Every single sky flame users are usually a boss and the boss never keen on taking experiment—so it's natural for him to be curious. What he found out immediately is that the flame property—Harmony, for sky flame—was already working on them. Before Tsuru appears, he admits that they look like they could kill each other without second thought, but now? They even—dare he say—bonding. Just because she's here, a female with sky flame with a reputation that is equally terrifying. Verde's lips tightened, before he sighed. Such a frightening power, he thinks.

"Like hell that would happen." The female illusionist retorted quickly.

Fon chuckled, patting the top of Mammon's head. "Yes, hell would freeze first before that happens, right, Viper?" The martial artist intentionally used the female's other name, but seeing that he got a little to no reaction from her—only a snort over his comment—he relaxed slightly.

The hitman grumbled. He was not amused by the comment, but what can he do? Her lap looks inviting, and it's soft as well. He grumbled in annoyance once his pillow starts to shift around, but in the end, she simply stretches her legs before letting the hitman settled once again on her lap.

"Apparently Reborn loves snuggles! That's so adorable! Unlike this Great Skull, he—" Before Skull could even finish his sentence, the hitman turns Leon into a gun and shot the stuntman, simply missing a few inches from his cheek. "Shut up before I kill you, lackey." Even with his eyes covered by his fedora, Skull could see the eyes darkening with the promise to hurt him. Skull cowered, before nodding rapidly and looking down in submission.

The brunette giggled softly. "It's seems that Monsieur Checkerface was right, you guys are just bunch of overgrown babies with dangerous toys." She said innocently with no hint of remorse on her face or voice.

Lal, who stayed silent for the entire time, snorts. "You judge us pretty quickly for someone that is famous for being an angel of the mafia world." The military woman watches the female pursed her lips, before she smiles. "I never said I am an angel." She replied casually. Tsuru tilted her head slightly, before nodding to herself. "Yes, I only act according to the situation, so I'm no angel or saint, simply a listener." She continues, before she leaned back slightly.

Suddenly silence dance in the air. The strongest seven was currently busy with their thought, but nothing to heavy that could make them cripple under the intensity. The first one to break the silence was, surprisingly, Verde.

"Tsuru." The scientist calls out, ignoring the sudden look that the other throws at him. "Did you mean it? Being my experiment subjects? I am in dire need of data over that flame of yours. Sky flame are known to be mysterious, no one wanted to be subject, so the data over that flame is la—"

Tsuru leaned forward, just a bit because she doesn't want to annoy the napping hitman, before pressing her forefinger against the scientist's lips. The man stiffened for a moment, before he glared at the woman who simply smiled.

"You're blabbing." She said with knowing tones. But she withdrew, and then she nodded lightly. It took a moment for everyone to understand, but when they finally get what the nod is for, their eyes widened slightly. The first person on earth to agree with being Verde's experiment! Is this world is going to end?!

"Just—don't force yourself, alright, Tsuru-san?" Fon says, and in returns, she beamed at him with such a bright look. "The one who knows my limit is my life, so don't worry. Thank you, though." Tsuru said; the smile still intact. In fact, Fon dare to swear that the smile become wider, growing more honest and more sincere. Ignoring the warmness that settled at his heart, he returns his gaze toward the sky.

"The atmosphere is so full of love, might as well shoot a human to make me feel manlier." The hitman who still closed his eyes groused. Tsuru mumbled something inaudible to anyone but Reborn who simply chuckled in amusement.

"What did she says?!" Skull interjected, looking curious all of the sudden. The stuntman shifted his weight forward, eyes shining all of the sudden. Reborn glanced at the younger one, before huffed. "Secret." He replied simply, as he looks at her eyes that avoid his gaze. He chuckled once again; suddenly very interested by the way she acts.

"Oh, shoot me now." Verde groaned in annoyance. He looks around as if he wanted to move somewhere that is not near them, but he didn't make the move to stands. Instead, he simply looks at the sky, wishing that something interesting would appear.

"Gladly." Reborn replied with a smirk, making the green haired man's eyebrows twitched in annoyance. "I don't mean it literally, Reborn." The man muttered, but instead Reborn's smirks widened slightly. "Do you? My guns can offer a pretty swift death." The black haired man's tone was, to be bluntly put, very smug. He looks downright mocking, you might as well flashes your own butt with your pants down and it will be subtler than the hitman.

But Verde simply sighed.

"Trigger happy maniac."

"A mad scientist."

"A sadist, through and through."

"And what, you're a masochist?" Cue the smirk from the black haired man.

"No, sane. Unlike the one who kill people with a smirk."

"Oh, and killing people with machine for the sake of science is not mad?"

"Not mad. It's for science."

"Tell that to the famiglia you destroyed." A snort.

"Well, you say that to the don you killed."

"Like you haven't killed a don either."

"That's enough." Tsuru's voice immediately broke their childish squabbling, black eyes and green eyes stares at her with something that the woman couldn't read. She clears her throat, before she hits the hitman's forehead and the back of Verde's head pretty hard. The resounding smack could be heard, only to be broken by the snort that came from Lal.

"You have my respect now, Tsuru." The blue haired female said as she flashes one of her thumb. Tsuru stares at her, determining whether Lal was mocking her or not, before she flashed one of her winning smiles.

Skull has a different reaction. From the look of his eyes, he was beyond impressed. No one usually able to shut up the two when they are locked in a heated arguments—childish or not—but seeing this woman able to do that with a tone don't-fuck-with-me and the hit that sounds…pretty painful, Skull couldn't help the admiration that began to bubble at the bottom of his heart.

"Can I call you sorella? Pretty please?" The biker immediately asks, without even thinking it through. Or maybe, not even thinking about it at all. Tsuru stares at him weirdly, her gaze asking if he was doing the right thing. "Skull, I'm younger than you." She stated. Skull simply grinned, and shrugged as if he doesn't care.

"Call her Tsuru-nee instead, Skull. Considering that she is Japanese…." Fon speaks up, watching the whole interaction. Tsuru nodded in agreement, before she placed her hand on top of Skull's head and gently petting the man's hair. It was soft, surprisingly, but Tsuru didn't say anything but to keep patting Skull's head. They can only imagine on how happy the biker could be.

Fon moved, softly like the wind that passes them silently, before giving Verde and Reborn the well deserve smack as well. He wasn't punishing them for their argument. As long as that argument is sound and logical, he would back off.

He hits them because it was so childish. Do they have no shame?

"Thank god this time is only a verbal one…" The black haired man murmured as his eyes trailed over the cottage. "God knows what might happen if they actually goes physical instead." This, in turn, makes Fon's head ache because of the possibility. It might happen. Especially if he is here. They will probably trying to be subtle at destroying things, but Fon knows better, a train wreck is even subtler than them.

A snort comes from Mammon who also stays silent nearly the whole time. "Funny, I never pegged you to be the dreamer one, Storm." She mused, looking at the slightly tense martial artist. Fon simply chuckled, before he moved closer to Mammon and leaned his head against her shoulder. Mammon immediately stiffened, but Fon didn't budge at all.

Mammon sighed, knowing that she's fighting a losing fight.

"Oh, fuck me sideways, this is way too cheesy even for my taste." Verde complained once again. Reborn simply replied with, "That can be arranged." With a smile looks a tad bit feral from comfort. Verde lets out a breath he was holding, but before he is able to do anything, he could feel the pressure of someone's hand against his forehead.

"Children." Tsuru's tone turned dangerous, talking as if she is a boss. Well, technically, she is the boss between them, seeing that Checkerface actually interacted with her, but this is first. This turned more interesting for them, the bored monsters.

"Calm down, will you?" The brunette said instead. She removed her hand from Verde's forehead, and instead she snatches Reborn's fedora. She studies them for a moment, turning it around, before placing it back on Reborn's face. The hitman grumbled, but then left the world with yet another napping.

Fon smiled gratefully at the woman who looks stern yet kind at the same time. "I enjoy the silence, Tsuru-san. Thank you." He said sincerely.

The reply he got was yet another smile from the brunette.

"Your welcome." She replied easily.

Fon wonders why his heart tightens all of the sudden.


On the way to the apartment that he rented a few days ago, Hayato found himself walking through very familiar streets. It was the same like when he left the place a few months ago, but it still feels the same. Namimori's atmosphere shifted slightly, though, leaving it colder than usual. It's winter, sure, but it feels like something is going to happen, not because of the snow that began to pill up around the streets.

"Oh? Well, isn't it Gokudera? What a surprise!" Said a voice from his right side. Gokudera turns slightly. Lips pulled upward slightly, his smile was slowly turning into a fond smile that Gokudera reserve for anyone special, and this idiot in front of him are one of them.

Yamamoto Takeshi.

A very famous baseball player, he is even the ace of baseball on Namimori High. He is strong, a very good Rain guardian if he ever be one, and with his presence, it was hard to be angry. Gokudera supposed it come with the tranquillity, the effect of rain flame.

It was because of her that he could meet this baseball freak. The silver haired male sighed, a memory of their 'introduction time' was quite amusing to be remembered, he does always gets a bit…protective, if it's concerning his princess.

"Gokudera Hayato, this is Yamamoto Takeshi. Takeshi, this is Hayato. I want you two to get along, okay?" Tsuru said, looking a tad bit serious than them. Hayato bits his lower lips, before looking at Takeshi with a snarl.

"If you hurt hime, I'll burn your body and throws the ashes to the sea just outside this town." Gokudera sneered, snorting internally as he sees the boy as a challenge to become a good right hand man for the woman. No one can stop him, dammit! Even she's not going to be someone important, he will always protect her.

This boy—Takeshi—simply laughed, except for the fact that he thought everything is a game and they are nothing but play pretend. This is no joke, Gokudera seethed internally. No one knows what happen when tomorrow comes—

But his shoulder tensed slightly in a ready-to-battle position.

He would protect his sky.

From mafia, from the outside world, from her demon.

Even if it means his own demise.

He wouldn't tell more than that, but it's a pretty sobering thought. But Takeshi has another plan for his long-time friends. They have a lot to catch up, anyway.

"Okay. Let's eat sushi!" Without a warning, the dark skinned male dragged the man to the shop that he grew up with. Takesushi is its name. It was famous for being the most delicious sushi around Namimori. There are others, but no one cuts the fish like Tsuyoshi does. Precise, quick, and very tidy. Those, in it, are a display of true swordsmanship. Even if he held a knife, instead of a sword.

"Is your father home?"

"Yes, he is."

Yamamoto Tsuyoshi, an ex-assassin, famous for his Shigure Soen Ryu technique that cuts down everything on his path. He was vicious, bloodthirsty murderer according to what rumour says. The blood splatter on the wall after his kills says so, but the man that stands in front of Gokudera right now is anything but evil. He is a kind man, only stern when it came to swords or Takeshi who always seems reckless nowadays. He is the man that protects people that is dear to him with his sword technique. Yamamoto Tsuyoshi is that kind of man. Never vicious, just very protective. Not that Gokudera can blame him anyway, seeing that he does have the same protective streak toward the brunette or his comrades.

But his princess…

Gokudera simply shook his head.

"Oh, Gokudera! Long time no see! What kind of sushi do you want? It's in the house this time!" Tsuyoshi greeted with the wide grin that feels so bright. This man has the flame of the rain, but his presence is just like one with sun flame. It's intriguing, but Gokudera never cared that much.

"I want…" The silver haired teen looks up as if thinking, but Takeshi interrupting his train of thought by saying, "Anything is fine, dad!" and proceed to drag the Italian teen to his room.

Gokudera didn't say anything. The teen looks agitated, and he does look like he was rushing. Maybe running from…something? Or is this just his impatient trait that no one managed to discover? Anyway, Gokudera could only sigh in relief as the scent of the idiot filled his nostril, signalling that they finally arrived at the baseball maniac's room.

"It's really been awhile." The bomber mused as he took in his surroundings. Nothing much changed, except for the numerous posters on the wall that seems to be changing from baseball to famous swordsman. A lot of things are still on the floor, namely clothes and books that the Japanese teen couldn't find it in him to care enough to put them in its proper place.

But what shocked the Italian teen was the fact that the rack that used to filled up with the brim with baseball bat and the balls, it's now filled with nothing but a long sword, three short swords and plenty of kunai. The material glinted under the light of Takeshi's room, giving it a menacing edge to it. Gokudera couldn't say anything.

"You started practicing swords?" Gokudera asked as he studied the swords. It was similar to Asari Ugetsu, the first Rain Guardian of Vongola. Three short sword and a nagakatana. It looks real, that's why Gokudera puts himself into a defence position.

"Hm? Oh yeah, it started last year. I was…told about my dad's past, so then I decide to inherit Shigure Soen Ryu and then I was more interested in swords than baseball so…I quit." Takeshi shrugged, as if it's not important at all. But for Gokudera, it is.

"What will Tsu-hime said if she ever heard of this, huh?" The Italian asked with a light growl tainting his voice. Takeshi rubbed the back of his neck—a sign that he is nervous—before he laughed and he shook his head. "I'm sure it will be alright, Hayato! Don't be such a worrywart!" The black haired teen said as he slapped Gokudera's back, causing the teen to stumble forward.

"Why you—"

"Ahaha!"

And the atmosphere seems sobering up, stifling them with unknown force. They glance around, as if trying to find something missing. They know what's missing; they just don't want to voice it out. If they didn't say anything, they could pretend that she is here, just not in this room, maybe in the bathroom? Or maybe she's on her own house?

"Is it just me or Namimori got colder right now?" Gokudera mumbled, causing Takeshi to laugh softly at this.

"Yeah, it is. It's getting colder than usual."


A/N ; Nagakatana is the long sword that Asari Ugetsu has. Reborn said it's called nagakatana, so I used his term (:

Sorry it takes longer than usual. I was swamped by things in real life…Not homework, but still take a lot of effort. But I'm glad I can finish this one, god. Once again, thank you for reading and review, fave, follow if you want to…? Yes!

Ciao~!