A/N: YAYYY SOME GUARDIAN-INTERACTION! FINALLLY! KYAHAHA *dances*

hhhheeeeeereeeee's an update!

( /OAO)/ *throws chapter 3*

Chapter Three: Punctuality and Tonfa.

When Tsuna had finally awoken, he knew that he was screwed.

They had spent the entire night discussing his strategy concerning his mission (with Flan's well-appreciated contribution) and debating as to whether they should establish some sort of relation with a yakuza organization (Momokyokai, as Flan had called it) so that they could monitor the situation of the town without risking discovery or detection from people in the Mafia.

It made sense, Oregano said, pointing out that since their base of operations is in Namimori, it will simply be appropriate to ensure that they have some sort of link with someone who has great power over the town. It didn't take long for Tsuna to consent, saying that he will be making plans to confront the Momokyokai in the near future.

Soon after coming to an agreement, Oregano had then asked if it was necessary to change and mask their appearance as well, given how the Ninth has deemed it essential to alter their background profiles. Tsuna and Flan had shared a look when she pointed that out and it was only then that the brunet finally realized that the woman had a point. He might not be recognizable but Oregano, on the contrary, can easily be distinguished. She is one of the few women who were capable of standing in the forefront of the battlefield when the Vongola is engaging in a battle so it might be a little too hard not to miss her.

After a short moment of consideration, he then said that they can't take any risks and had therefore told both Oregano and Flan that they will all have to play the role of siblings so that if they were to be seen in public, it wouldn't be too suspicious. Oregano had quickly agreed without any questions and Flan approved, though not before pointing out that he will have to absorb (through a reversed version of Zero Point Breakthrough: Revised, he added) Tsuna's flames every five days and not seven because making various illusions that were of high quality weren't as easy especially with additional functions. When the brunet and the bespectacled woman showed no signs of understanding what he had meant, he bluntly asked them if they hadn't been told that he was attending the elementary department of Namimori, all the while complaining about just how much dying will flames and energy it was going to take in order to disguise himself with an illusion. (It was a basic skill, he said, but maintaining it was very difficult.)

Tsuna had clearly looked like he was being strangled when he finally processed the information.

Apparently, not only did Iemitsu ask Flan for assistance, but he had offered an opportunity for the young child to study in a school. He seemed to have done a little research on Flan's background and history with what available files he could find (the child's profile was surprisingly confidential) and had confirmed that the child had never attended school before. Oregano and Flan had watched, noticing yet not speaking about how the brunet unconsciously steered the conversation away from his father, telling Flan that he should be perfectly capable of doing what he was told instead. Flan didn't refuse, but he made sure to complain.

They continued to talk until Oregano had politely excused herself so that she could begin her own preparations ahead of schedule, leaving Flan and the brunet behind. Soon after the young woman had left, however, Tsuna had also decided that it was about time that he went to his room so that he could make his own arrangements – not before telling Flan to rest because they were supposed to begin tomorrow – and had then proceeded to lock himself inside his room, burying himself under a few books, documents, and research materials- along with some paperwork which he had brought from Italy. (It hadn't come as a surprise to him that even as he stayed here in Japan, he'd have to fulfill his obligations as the Tenth which mostly included partaking in the decision-making of the Familgia.)

However, somewhere in the midst of signing paperwork and reading through several books, he had lost track of time and had therefore, unintentionally stayed up later than he had intended.

What followed afterwards was predictable enough.

He had overslept.

…And according to Reborn, that was a bad thing.

A very, very bad thing.

"Flan!" Tsuna screamed from his room while hastily trying to button his school uniform up while simultaneously drying his hair with a small white towel. His intuition told him that the child was still somewhere within hearing range. "Why in the name of Vongola Primo did you not wake me up!?"

"Good morning to you too, Lion-san," Flan monotonously greeted by the corner of the room - where he had suddenly appeared - clad in his new school uniform which resembled Tsuna's own, the only difference being the length of his pants which were shorter compared to the brunet's. "Please don't blame me for oversleeping. In the very first place, who was it that thought it was a good idea to stay up until 2 in the morning?"

Hurriedly adjusting his necktie and nearly choking himself in the process, Tsuna sent him a glare before opening his closet to grab a black hoodie which he plans on wearing to school; just in case. "That still doesn't change the fact that you didn't try to wake me up!"

"I have no wishes of dying an early death," the child said with a shrug. The Lion of Vongola wasn't a morning person; practically everyone who knew of him in the underworld was aware of that.

The brunet quickly threw the hoodie over his shoulder while grabbing the school bag from the floor, eyebrow rising at Flan's reply. "So you chose not to bother me and wait until I woke up 30 minutes after school began instead?" he skeptically questioned as he slammed the door close behind him.

"Well that's clearly what I did, in case you haven't noticed," Flan pointed out as he caught up with Tsuna who had jumped over the staircase and burst through the door, slightly cringing when he heard it crack. The interior of the entire building wasn't covered with an illusion and only the area outside was cloaked, but the child had made sure to put up a barrier which increases the durability of the interior. Destroying the building wouldn't be easy and that is what made it difficult for the child to maintain the illusion; he had built barriers along with it.

Anyway, Flan didn't want to think of how the brunet had casually destroyed the door. He didn't even seem to register the fact that he did it.

They made it outside in less than a minute- much to the brunet's relief and slight annoyance. If Reborn had been here with them, he was positively sure that the infant would have pointed out how he could've done better than that.

Tsuna didn't hesitate to jump over the metal fence which was heavily guarded with barbed wires (not to mention that it was thrice his height, too) with perfect accuracy, leaving Flan alone behind who simply faded into mist before reappearing right beside him as soon as he landed on the other side of the fence. The brunet then nodded to himself, evidently pleased that he had managed to pull the stunt off without receiving a single scratch or breaking a sweat.

"We'll have to postpone this conversation till later after school, Flan," the brunet said, pointing a finger towards the child whose appearance shifted into someone who bore a close resemblance to him. It must be his disguise, Tsuna thought. "And while you're at school, try not to cause trouble because the responsibility of facing against Reborn will rest on me."

Flan gave a mocking salute. Tsuna was stuck between thinking that the child had done that on purpose to irritate him even more or if he was just being himself. A little bit of both, maybe.

"Roger."

Sighing, he watched the child diminish into mist before running towards Namimori High at a monstrous pace which he had learned to set whenever Reborn was after him with a giant bazooka in his hands and a sinister smile on his face- a sight that would quite literally send any man running for his life.

Well, Tsuna bitterly thought, unfortunately, it wouldn't be long before Reborn actually does.

Soon after he finds out that he overslept and was late for something again, that is.

Oregano felt uneasy.

Firstly, she had left ahead of time in order to be briefed about which classes she will be teaching in and this meant that she had no way to prevent Tsuna's notorious habit from taking place.

And that 'notorious habit' is Tsuna's lack of punctuality.

His lack of punctuality was something that even those from the underworld have come to know and get used to, much to Reborn's chagrin and Oregano's concern. It didn't matter what the reason was, Reborn would say; whenever Tsuna was told to arrive at a certain place at a certain time, he will inevitably be late and delayed for an hour or a week at most.

Secondly, if he will be late, then Tsuna will definitely be lectured by Reborn the next time they meet. The Arcobaleno had made sure to emphasize the fact that if Tsuna were to bring his habit of tardiness to Japan, he'll be having a talk with his student as soon as possible.

And as far as Oregano knew, the words 'Reborn' and 'Lecture' should never be put together in one sentence because the last time that happened, they had destroyed ¾ of the headquarters.

Thirdly, Tsuna is late.

So being lectured was no further a possibility, but a fact.

"Olivia-sensei!"

'Olivia' immediately snapped out of her inner musings and stared inquiringly at some of her students who then began looking at the very same girl who called her, curiously watching as she frantically pointed at the window which granted them a good view of the area near the entrance.

"Hibari-san is fighting someone down there!"

Oregano abruptly stood up from her seat as soon as the feared member of the Disciplinary Committee (Flan had told them the night before about Hibari Kyoya, the fearsome prefect of Namimori High) was mentioned.

She quickly walked towards the window to see what was happening with her very own eyes and it was only then that she began to sweat profusely.

"Everyone," she said in a deceptively calm voice, mind racing and heart pounding. "Continue answering your assignments. I… will be right back."

The students shared perplexed and confused stares before obliging with a nod, smartly choosing to keep their questions to themselves.

Yet unbeknownst to them, as soon as the door to the classroom had closed, Oregano began sprinting for the stairs like an enraged Arcobaleno was hot on her heels.

"That has to be Tsunayoshi-sama," she anxiously breathed out, unintentionally reverting back to how she usually called the brunet in the past. No one might have seen it, but the teenager didn't need to do anything to be recognized; especially by someone like Oregano. The way how he stands, the way how he moves and the aura that he was exuding was enough to give away just who he was.

He was the Ferocious Lion of Vongola and Oregano would be a fool to not see that after working under him for years.

Tsuna crouched low on his knees in order to evade the tonfa that zoomed past over his head in nothing but a silver blur, his eyes keenly and wearily observing how the raven-haired teenager kept ruthlessly attacking him with deadly grace and practiced finesse. The brunet assumed that he learned to fight with mere experience, considering how despite how deadly his attacks were, his movements were still rough around the edges.

It was an admirable feat though, Tsuna acknowledged; it wasn't easy to fight in that manner.

He kept dodging as fast as he could, instantly picking up on the way how the raven-haired teenager was gradually speeding up with each passing minute, pushing him to dodge even faster. He knew what it was like to be grazed or hit by an attack in the midst of a slowly quickening battle; it never ended nicely.

Throwing his body backwards in the air and barely dodging the tonfa that whizzed past his nose, Tsuna let himself be backed up against the wall, knowing that as soon as he does, the students who were situated near the windows will lose sight of them. The other teenager was strong and seeing as to how no one has yet to interfere with their fight, Tsuna thought that it was safe to assume that the other teenager was known to handle himself well. If that was the case, it wouldn't do well to let students see that he was holding up against him; he doesn't want to leave an impression on anyone.

However… He paused, looking at the raven-haired teenager's attire and facial features. He… looks disturbingly familiar.

"…Are you Hibari Kyoya, by any chance?" he asked as he caught the base of each tonfa with bare hands, eyes fixated on the arm band which displayed the words 'Disciplinary Committee' on its surface. It was a good guess because from what he had been told last night: Hibari Kyoya used a pair of tonfa as his weapon. His physical appearance also matched Flan's description of the prefect.

Hibari's eyebrow rose in question as he shoved his weapon against the brunet who had backed himself against the wall, their faces now no more than a few inches away from each other with the force that he was exerting. It was nothing intimate, really.

In fact, Tsuna was a lot more terrified instead of embarrassed, now that he had a good look of the prefect's face.

…Holy shit, when I said that he looked familiar, I didn't think-

"You," the head of Disciplinary Committee finally said. "What's your name?"

Tsuna nervously chuckled, his complexion drastically paling. "My name…?"

The voice and the face… It's definitely him, he inwardly screamed, noticeably stiffening at his newfound realization. This isn't even funny, anymore. I didn't think he'll be here of all places.

Hibari frowned when the brunet kept quiet for a long while.

"I hate repeating myself; state your name."

The brunet quickly thought and weighed his options. He could lie; Hibari doesn't know who he was yet and as far as he knew, Oregano has his enrollment slip. He can tell her to immediately change his name as soon as possible with whatever method she can use. Then again, he could also escape; but that would be difficult. Losing Hibari right now was no longer an option lest he wanted to not attend school at all. But then, he could also tell the truth and—

"Tsunayoshi-sama!"

Shit.

Tsuna winced as he watched Hibari's head snap to the left where Oregano was standing with a gun in her hand, his steely grey-colored eyes vaguely wide in surprise. It wasn't probably obvious from afar, but for Tsuna who was merely a few inches away, it was painfully clear.

"…'Tsunayoshi'?"

The prefect withdrew his weapons out of sight without looking at Tsuna and the brunet can only hope that Hibari won't look at him in the eyes, only to feel a hand wrap tightly around his neck.

Tsuna can only smile timidly as he met Hibari's demanding stare.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi of the Vongola?"

TBC.

A/N: *blinks*

…that did not go down the way I first wanted it to… *blinks again*

But hey, I like it better than the previous chapter! OwO

I am trying - trying - to extend the length of each chapter because i have literally not written a chapter that hit a 5,000 mark :3 well, feel free to let me what you think! Ciao!

Next Chapter: A Warning.