Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn © Amano Akira


3. Long time no see


Tsuna carefully stepped over the heap in front of his room door, praying that it wouldn't suddenly open its mismatched eyes and lunged at him like they did in the horror movies. When that was done, he gingerly looked over his shoulder at Mukuro, and resisted the urge to breath out in relief that his Mist Guardian was still out cool. He didn't really want to know how the man had ended up there. Judging by one small footprint on the back of that signature pineapple head, the tale had Reborn's involvement somewhere along its epilogue. That was as far as Tsuna would be willing to figure out just to make sure the place hadn't been under attack during his sleep.

The young noble made it to the living room. While the sight greeted him would have reduced his younger self to a screeching loudspeaker, it did little to change his outward expression aside from stilling him for near half a minute. That was the time he needed to calculate on how to deal with this situation.

Reborn. Being a hitman he should have waken from feeling the stare Tsuna was giving him, but he still sat there with fedora over his face, slept on like a child at his age. Tsuna picked him up from the armchair, cradled him in the most scandalous way schoolgirls often squealed with each other in delight when they talked about prince charming. Only when Tsuna tucked him in did Reborn squinted his eyes a little and let loose a grunt, before slurring out tiredly, "Tsuna…"

Frowning at the overly childish tone, Tsuna kneeled by the bed and gently applied circling pressure on the small temple with his thumb to test Reborn's current state of mind. "How much did you all drink behind my back?" His voice was barely audible, had not the heart to put Reborn through the agony of hangover any more than the other was already feeling by now.

"Tsuna…" Reborn mumbled again, not appeared like he heard the question with his eyes closed, "…I hate this…"

Finger stopped mid-caressing but Tsuna resumed the motion again when Reborn unconsciously, and needily, nudged his fingertip.

"… want… Tsuna… like before…"

The Vongola settled to stay with his tutor a little longer before he moved back to the living room and carried his female Mist Guardian to her room, attended to her same as he did Reborn. He left his Lightning and Storm Guardians sprawling themselves on the sofa in a particular way that would be more harmful to their neck whenever they woke up. It was good enough to serve as Lambo's punishment for making Chrome sleep sitting most likely the whole time while he cushioned his head on her lap and Gokudera's for letting it happen.


As the car speeded away, instead of asking where they were heading, Nana leaned comfortably on the leather chair and shifted her head to take in her son's profile. The silence was strangely awkward when there was nothing to fill the silence now that Tsuna had to concentrate on the road as he should. His eyes had become narrow and she noticed in disheartenment that the childish trails of him from their usual long-distance banters were completely absented, replaced by a serious expression that was so foreign to her. Despite they kept in touch these three years, there was always a part of her mourned the fact that he was growing up away from her. The first year had been the hardest when all she wanted was asking him to come home to her every time he called.

"I miss you."

Nana turned her gaze to the front to hide her startle at his sudden conversation. They had stopped at a red light. "I miss you too, Tsu-kun," She whispered, "And the others."

Tsuna gave her a brief glance before driving again when the light turned green. "They are still sleeping. Reborn was barely awake when I left. They will be up and join us before lunch."

Nana smiled. She didn't mind the others but she would love to have some private time with her son before the house became too crowdy.

The younger Sawada smirked a little. "Knowing Reborn, he most likely will terrorize every living thing in the house the moment he feels like himself again. Because that's how he is."

"Don't be rude, Tsu-kun." She admonished but the uncontrollable twitching at the corner of her lips betrayed her amusement anyway.

"Thank you Kaa-san," Tsuna said, causing his mother to look at him in surprise, "For accepting Reborn into my life."

Her smile widened. "I'm glad I did, Tsu-kun."


They immediately knew it was him the moment his car parked a little to the left side of the entrance. After all the color of red guaranteed attention to its owner, who was a young attractive brunet. Hours ago he had come alone until a child in black suit topped with black fedora joined him. Several staffs had been heartbroken assuming the child was his son, until all was right in the world again after some tidbits of their conversation were eavesdropped by those who had been close enough to hear while trying to focus on answering his queries about what their department had to offer. Surely no father and son called each other by names that casual and there was no familial gesture at all. They didn't even hold hands!

This time he rounded the front of his car after stepping out and opened the passenger door. The soft smile he gave his mysterious recipient, like last time, was the cause of a severe heart-melting pheromone again. Those hearts promptly got broken once again at the sight of a lady who put her hand on his arm, and together the two walked in their store. They saw she said something in response to what he told her, when she hesitatingly looked around the inferior of the place, her blush only deepened.

"Reborn approved of the chocolate they are selling here so I think you should be able to choose what you want for… him." Tsuna stressed, he could feel his left eye twitching from the restrain he had placed upon himself to not just snap "useless old man", for her sake.

Nana sighed. She knew despite these three years spending together in Italy, the relationship between her son and her husband didn't improve much. Tsuna never made any attempt to hide it. Talking about it with him only made the rift become more prominent. Even when he was in good mood, a mention of Iemitsu was all it took to chase everything positive away, leaving an icy Tsuna in its wake.

"He should be grateful that he still has a wife while people can't take their eyes off you." Tsuna continued, nodding his thank at the guards who had opened the glass double-door for them.

For the first time Nana noticed the subtle glances in their direction and unable to hide her fluster in self-consciousness. She was wearing the pale yellow high collar long sleeves sweater, it went well with the wool trench coat matched the dark beige color of the wrap skirt flowing down to her ankles, black leather boots finished the touch for a brief outing trip in the early February cold weather. They had been presents from Tsuna on various holiday occasions the year before. Tsuna hadn't said anything when he saw her earlier and she didn't press him. She had been a little dejected by his lack of concern, inwardly thinking a short remark would be nice… But he chose now, when they were in a public place? She shouldn't have forgotten to be careful of what you wished for! "You couldn't be more wrong," Nana told her son softly, only loud enough to reach his ears, "They are looking at you, Tsu-kun."

"They must have realized me from earlier," Tsuna replied nonchalantly, already used to the staring during these recent years on the receiving end of some more dangerous ones.

"You came here before?" Nana questioned in confusion. Tsuna only told her their flight landed too early so he decided to let the others do what they wanted until the sun was up.

"This place opened overnight, so it seems," Was all Tsuna offered for an elaboration. His younger self would have launched into a long ranting about how he got them off his back for a while to do some Valentine shopping but Reborn tailed him anyway, because that was one of his hobbies. "Actually, I am hoping you wouldn't mind joining me for a cup of hot chocolate later. The atmosphere here is nice enough for breakfast and a short rest after walking around."

That immediately put a smile on Nana's face. "Why would I mind?"

"Well then," Tsuna nodded courteously, "Shall we?"

"Tsu-kun, you are such a gentleman I wish I was twenty years younger and not your mother!" She giggled behind her hand.

Tsuna tilted his head, blinking innocently. "I know I am charming."

"Oh now you are not humble at all," Nana swatted her son playfully and looped her hand around his elbow again.

The younger male gave his mother a side-glance smile, pleased that she was completely at ease and forgot about the looks they were still getting. Now to do some arrangements while she would be busy choosing a chocolaty treat for her husband. She wanted they both to be in this together, so he made her a deal. She chose what she thought best, and he would pay for it. That was as far as Tsuna could tolerate the situation, for her sake.


Vongola's Private Channel.

[Quick update]: Sufficed to say that was the night we would never forget for the rest of our life. Ciaosu.

Five minutes after the newest announcement, a Vongola Nono got bombarded by the whole Italy branch for an emergency vacation. Xanxus was all too happy to fire at everything had legs with his trusty pair of guns to scare people off the old man… while secretly submitting his own personal assignment request, to make sure there was not an illegitimate Vongola blood currently being conceived in Namimori. Unfortunately or fortunately, his mail was read and promptly received a one-way ticket to the trash bin by none other than Iemitsu Sawada who conveniently sat at Nono's laptop, doing the mundane paperwork for the predecessor Vongola Boss.


He didn't know how long he had been standing there but when he was aware of his surroundings, Tsuna immediately tensed on reflex. Only by remembering who should be with him, he relaxed a little.

"This is cute and looks like Kyou-chan's bird, Tsu-kun!" His mother gushed, also admiring what had been holding his attention the moment he caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eyes. The thing in question was a small canary made from white chocolate, preening itself on a dark chocolate Cherry Blossom tree branch.

Brown eyes found the staff nearby who was all too eagerly waiting to be addressed by either mother or son. Professional smile in place, Tsuna asked, "Is this one the kind you can pour chocolate on to melt it down?"

The staff nodded once with a returning smile and a blush on her cheeks. "Yes, it is, Sir," She confirmed, inwardly swooning just from having a conversation with him despite there was nothing personal in it.

Tsuna thanked her and went back to stare at the bird again.

"It will be a nice present for Kyou-chan, Tsu-kun," Nana put her hand on his elbow, getting his attention, "He will definitely like it."

"I don't know, Kaa-san," The teenager turned his gaze away from the display glass shelf to his companion, his voice came out evenly like a robot, "I don't know what to do when we meet again."

"You don't have to plan anything," She was still smiling and lightly squeezed his arm, "After all Kyou-chan is someone important to you, I'm sure Tsu-kun will naturally know what to do when the time comes."

Tsuna thought about it and chuckled a little, "That is if he wouldn't just pull out his tonfas and declare he wants to bite me to death at the sight of me."

"Oh you boys," Nana sighed dramatically but her merry expression wholeheartedly broadcasted her mirth. "You should invite him over for lunch. It's been a while since the last time I saw him."

Tsuna frowned in confusion. "How long was that?"

Before his mother could answered, Tsuna shifted his gaze to subtly glance behind his shoulders using the reflection in the glass wall as he could tell there were two new presences approaching them. When he saw who they were, he fully turned around. The elder Sawada was caught off-guard by the sudden change in her son's demeanor and his blank expression that was completely void of emotions. Feeling unsettled with this new side of her Tsu-kun, Nana also turned around and gasped upon realizing the familiar faces.

"Welcome, Sawada-sama," The older of the two newcomers greeted Tsuna first and held out his hand. Tsuna nodded and accepted the handshake, returned the pleasantry. The man then turned toward Nana, inclined his head courteously, "And Sawada-san."

"Thank you, Mochida-san," Nana smiled, bowing slightly. She hid her awkwardness and curiosity well. They chanced upon each other from time to time when their respective sons were still attending Namimori Middle. But aside from that they hardly knew the other enough to be described as mere acquaintances.

"I sincerely apology for being unable to come out sooner. I want to make sure all is well prepared to Sawada-sama's liking for his reservations." The elder Mochida said smoothly.

"We'll be looking forward to it, Mochida-san," Tsuna replied, easily withholding the older man's gaze. This man knew very well what force stood behind the person he was to deal with face-to-face today. It was no problem assuring him the aforementioned person, once inferior to his son, was indeed the current Vongola Boss despite there was no armed lackey readily at his beck and call. The possibility that he was an idiot and pampered brat only ascended as a Vongola Sky thanked to his daddy also eliminated at first sight.

Apparently satisfied with what he saw, the older Mochida nodded. He reintroduced his son and future heir to their family business, expressed his regret for being unable to accompany the Sawada pair then excused himself, letting the younger took charge and walked back in the direction he had come from. Of course, he didn't forget to send his son a stern look before he went.

Mochida Kensuke didn't need any of his father's warning to behave himself. He had seen enough with naked eyes the exchange between his old man and the lad. Their silent clashing of will and authority, and how Tsuna didn't even flinch or break a sweat at the unspoken challenge to his position as the young man who ruled an empire too vast on his small shoulders. Their former petty competition over Kyoko was long over, seeing how years passed without Tsuna around Namimori the Sasagawa girl didn't look at any guy in particular was enough said. And besides, he was still learning to run the Mochidas' business and attending college while the other had left to a foreign country for three years and came back a changed man, not to mention already stood at the top of the food chain. Yes, life was unfair, but he knew he couldn't pass the kind of trials the younger male had gone through to change so much in such a short time. He wouldn't want to try even if he knew.

"Long time no see, Mochida-sempai."

There was not an ounce of mockery in the way Tsuna addressing him. There was neither an attempt to rub in his face how different their statuses were at the now. He shouldn't have assuming too much, that was what he would do. He had never known Sawada Tsunayoshi beyond his nickname "Dame-Tsuna". And looked at the once Dame-Tsuna at this moment, a lot of people would be ashamed of themselves, or envious because they wished they were in Tsuna's position. He couldn't compare with this person.

"Long time no see, Sawada-sama. And I'm just Kensuke, Mochida is my father," He tried to smile like his old man, but knowing it looked more like a grimace in his tension and uncertainty.

Tsuna tilted his head, a boyish grin broke out on his face. "Thank goddess! And I'm just Tsuna. While my mother is fine with Sawada, I know she prefers Mama."

Kensuke tried to cover his relief sigh with a laugh at the strange but natural shift to informality that easily vaporized the awkward situation. Indeed, he really couldn't compare with this person.

All the while, Nana silently observed her son when she knew he was too busy to look in her direction, pride and worry warring inside.


They were back at the estate Nono had bought for Tsuna as his early Valentine present just for the sake of his, sooner or later, whimsical trip back to Namimori, knowing the Sawada household could only stuff so many bodies inside. To ensure their privacy, the whole mountain was now an official property of Vongola and renamed to Tsunayama. Of course the current Vongola Boss had no idea of this until a silver chain with two keys was given to him right after he set foot out of the private jet. Naturally, he called the old man right away to rant about extravagant gifts. But the one answered the phone had happened to be a certain Varia Boss, who asked if he found red to his liking. With his entourage escorted to a limousine, a perplexed Tsuna was directed toward a waiting red Tesla Model S, fully custom ordered. A Vongola Boss would not be allowed to use any kind of public transports and stayed in a hotel as if his family couldn't afford to pay for his most basic needs when he was in his hometown, or so he was told. Biting back a long-suffering groan, Tsuna muttered a 'thank you' that was drowned out by the notorious signature laughter of Xanxus, who knew exactly how uncomfortable the Neo Primo would always be when presents were concerned despite these whole three years having gifts literally buried him alive on daily basis, and maybe that was why.

Unaware of himself looking like a model in black suit leaning on the side of his car parked a little to the left of his house entranceway, Tsuna frowned, crossing his arms. "I am thankful there would be someone looking after them, but you don't have to do this."

Sawada Nana blinked out of her daze and giggled sheepishly at the wary look her son was giving her. Geez, those pictures from Iemitsu hardly did their son any justice, as well as video calls! "I'm fine with it, Tsu-kun," She assured him, "Besides, it'll be like the old time again."

Tsuna was still uncertain. True that with his mother around, the foreseen damage would most likely be manageable. But he didn't want her first impression after three years was a mess. The last time she saw them, underage and alcohol didn't go together. She wouldn't be too happy with Lambo and Reborn now, especially the sight of Lambo and Gokudera would be first to greet any visitor as soon as one set foot in the house. "How about we go somewhere until they are up and about?" Tsuna offered, knowing it was more or less a moot point by now.

"Tsu-kun," His mother admonished disapprovingly, shaking her head at his attempt, "Don't you already have somewhere you need to go yourself first?"

Tsuna visibly flinched. She knew, that he was just trying to stall. He sighed and cave. "Alright, if you need anything…"

"Tsu-kun!" Nana emphasized, hands on her hips.


He didn't know why he was expecting the crowd stopped doing what they had been doing and heads turned toward the direction of his car and whispered among themselves, and delayed him. Must have been the result of routine Friday evening movie sessions with Chrome and Bianchi, occasionally Yuni too. But nothing of sort happened, aside from another dramatically cliché detail.

It was Sunday.

Hence no crowd, no gawking, nothing came between him and his destination.

And now he sat motionless inside his car, parked in an almost deserted lot of the Namimori Middle school ground. Almost. Because there was another car beside his. It had already been there before he came.

Well, He thought, breathed out and gripped the steering wheel tighter to stop his shaking fingers and loosened them. Here goes nothing… Tsuna opened the door and stepped out. He casually closed his eyes and raised his left hand. The wind was too strong.

And caught the blunt end of a tonfa aiming his face.

"Wao."

Narrowed bright orange eyes, and sharp glistering Silvers. One slightly parted lips but unable to form word, and the other smirked.

"After all Kyou-chan is someone important to you, I'm sure Tsu-kun will naturally know what to do when the time comes."

Tsuna spotted Kusakabe Tetsuya stood gaping at them first. Hibari didn't know why he was shoved away violently until he also spotted the aforementioned man.

The last thing Kusakabe saw before his world went dark, was a tonfa flying at his head with a terrifying speed dodging it happened to be out of the question. He knew he had seen something he wasn't supposed to. But the sight of Kyou-san slowly circled his arms around a familiar brunet to return the fierce embrace he was receiving was totally worth this painful blackout.


Reborn closed his phone and put it on the table, took the steaming cup next to it before leaning back in the armchair he had claimed for himself. He deliberately ignored the expectant looks in his direction to sip his tea. At last when he was bored of testing people's patience, he set the cup down. "It seems things are good," He stated nonchalantly.

Several relief sighs answered his announcement.

"That's it?" Lambo frowned, hoping for something more dramatic.

Reborn raised an eyebrow at the Bovino. "What do you want to hear? Tsuna and Hibari bite each other to death, literally?" Now it would be an interesting sight if they fought, but that literally part would end up another tragedy in Vongola's lengthy history of misfortune. And they certainly didn't need another one involved a Vongola Boss and his own Guardian now.

Naturally the idea was mutual. "Kufufufu, it's going to be a welcomed change to watch as long they don't damage Vongola's body too much. We all know it will soon be mine, as well as its owner."

"Can you refrain from saying confusing things when his mother is under the same roof with us? The last thing I want is her getting any more upset than she has already been!" Gokudera hissed, throwing a fried at the male Mist Guardian and missed because it was dodge easily. More like practices made perfect.

Mukuro shrugged. "Kufufufu, unless I am mistaken, all personal quarters in the house and this lounge area are sound-proofed. She can't hear anything in here from Chrome's room."

"By the way," Lambo conveniently stole a chicken wing from Gokudera's plate, glancing briefly at the mismatched eyes male, "You could just tell us about, you know, that." He shivered as soon as he realized what he had mentioned.

Gokudera immediately paled and covered his eyes with a hand. "Damn you Stupid-Cow! I was just done helping myself to not remember it! You know what, my breakfast is coming up!" He groaned, glaring at the younger Guardian through the gap between his fingers.

Lambo chuckled nervously, also feeling his tummy protested for the same reason. "Right, sorry…"

"You two," Mukuro reposed in his own armchair, lacing his fingers over his stomach, legs crossing at the ankles and stared at the other two Guardians who tensed the moment he addressed them with an underlying threat. "None of this reaches Vongola. Do I make myself clear?"

Lambo nodded profusely in fear.

Gokudera scoffed. "He doesn't need to know there is a pimp among his Guardians!"

"For fun," Reborn supplied.

Mukuro narrowed his eyes at the former Arcobaleno who was ignoring him.

"Besides," Reborn adjusted his fedora, only one of his eyes was in view while the rest of his expression shrouded in darkness. The available Onyx flashed dangerously. "Tsuna should be informed that woman is in town."

The atmosphere abruptly sobered up as tension descended on the table.

"Kufufufu, don't worry." Mukuro took a sip of his hot chocolate before he continued, "Everything is according to plan."

"You know," Lambo made a face, "You sounded like Yagami Light."

Unfazed, the illusionist propped his chin on the back of his hand. "I prefer to be called 'the mastermind'."

"Except the one came up with it wasn't you, Contractor," Reborn smirked, "But your twin, who is randomly floating above you."

Smile noticeably darkened, one eyebrow twitched at the jab, Mukuro laughed under his breath. "You may find yourself unable to refuse your waiting role this time, Arcobaleno."

Reborn grunted in annoyance. "Let's hope the fool is smarter than I've been giving him credit for."

"Why do I have bad feeling about this." Gokudera wondered aloud. "Either way we're gonna lose someone we can't afford to lose."

"Kufufufu, it's not like he is being controlled. Though, there is always a thin line between deduction and imagination. Personally I would eliminate the bad seed before it sprouted a problem later, but my Vongola is too kind for his own good."

"Eeeerrr…" Lambo looked around the table in confusion, "Are we or are we not on vacation looking for a Vongola's Valentine?"

"We don't have to look anymore," Mukuro stood and lifted his chin arrogantly, "I'm right here!"

Cued Reborn pointed his gun at the deluding Mist Guardian. "Maybe getting kicked on the head only worsened your brain damage. Don't worry, my bullets never miss."

"I know I should have rigged your room two years ago! You pineapple bastard! Take this! Sistema C.A.I!"

"Kufufufu!"

"Yare yare… you people are too lively in the morning… I'm going back to sleep until lunch." Lambo lazily stalked off to his room, too familiar with the commotion to pay it any above average attention. Not to mention his neck was still aching like hell. He couldn't remember ever going to sleep in that godawful position…


Vongola's Private Channel.

[Morning Announcement]: Greetings ladies and gentlemen, this is your usual host Ribbon-sensei. We have two good and one bad news for all of us. Good news is a certain you-know-who has reappeared on his own without further unexpected incident. Today's prophecy claims the bounty for pineapple will be raised very soon by none other than your beloved Vongola Sky himself. Now that second good news is going to result in our bad news if prophecies do come true, the aforementioned Vongola Sky will be royally pissed. Well then, we are to wait and see. Ciaosu.


Like a guilty child, Tsuna opted to look at his lap instead of the person sitting across him. The silence was downright intimidating.

Fortunately Kusakabe chose that time to walked in with a tray of steaming tea cups, his closing and swollen right eye sported a dark purple ring. Unfortunately the man made himself scarce just as swift as he came after putting the drinks on the table in front of the two young men.

The battle of will recommenced as if it hadn't been interrupted.

"And?" Hibari demanded, looking more offended than he actually was.

"… I'm sorry…" Tsuna said as miserably as he felt, head still bowed apologetically.

"For?" The raven hair male antagonized.

Hugging you? It was mortifying now that I think about it but… no? "… Uh… pushing you?" Tsuna offered uncertainly, shrinking by second under the stare.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi," Hibari said coldly that actually sent frostbites down the recipient's spine.

"…Hai…" Tsuna tried to make himself smaller.

"Public display of affection and using violent within schoolground is violating the rules."

But I am not the one attacking someone out of nowhere with a tonfa and throwing tonfa at someone else! His inner fifteen-years-old screamed in his head. Tsuna almost tempted to tell the glaring man before him just that. Instead he turned his head to look out of the windows sullenly. "Because you left," The brunet muttered under his breath.

"I do have a life outside of you Vongola people." Hibari stated evenly.

Brunet head whipped around, eyes narrowed in anger at the nonchalant man. "But you didn't have to disappear without telling anyone!"

"I did tell you," Countered Hibari.

There was a flash of night and ocean and recognition in brown eyes. Tsuna opened his mouth.

Hibari beat the other to it. "How I do it is my own business." That was the gentlest 'none of your business' the little animal would get from him.

Tsuna closed his mouth and sighed, not really had a comeback to that without sounding too personal. Dealing with Hibari had never been easy since forever. "I—We were worried," Tsuna caught himself on time, though there was a bitter edge in his tone.

Knowing it would result in an outburst that was really not worth it if he pushed any further with one 'why' word, Hibari ignored the urge. "I have my reasons," He said instead.

The response didn't placate Tsuna but he decided against pressing it. Part of him was glad Hibari had apparently decided against baiting him, because that might have led to an ugly fallout if not treaded carefully. He leaned back against the sofa and took in the man's profile, how he was noticeably taller and his hair shorter, but the distinct M shape of his fringe was still there. And Hibari was wearing the suit very similiar to his previous ten-years-later counterpart. What drew his attention most was Bracelet of the Clouds Version X hanging proudly on Hibari's left wrist, the sight of it brought an unconscious smile on his face.

Hibari raised an eyebrow. "I take it you see something you like."

Tsuna nodded. "You still keep it."

Hibari crossed his legs at the knees, put his elbow on the armrest and propped his chin on the underside of his palm. The bracelet glistered under the light, dangling below his smirking lips. "Because it… is mine."

The brunet hummed in agreement, still smiling. "It's yours."

Hibari turned his gaze toward the door. "No one will come in," He mentioned slowly.

Tsuna blinked, tilted his head in confusion. Of course no one would come in the Reception Room. After all who wanted to be bitten to death by setting foot in Hibari's personal quarter? He was missing something, something so obvious it made him felt like an idiot for not figuring it out right here, right now.

Hibari scowled, stood up and folded his arms, still looking away, seemingly getting more impatient.

Tsuna narrowed his eyes. He was close. But hell, what was his body was trying to tell him by getting jumpy all of a sudden as if he was on fire? There wouldn't be an interruption even if—brown eyes widened.

Kusakabe Tetsuya opened the door of the Reception Room, their teas should be finished or cold by now, he wondered if the two would like a refill—he gaped at the sight of the same brunet leaped over the table and actually landed in Kyou-san waiting arms, who was… smiling?!

Brown eyes once again saw the same audience and widened comically. "HIIIII!"

Kusakabe Tetsuya met the end of Kyou-san's tonfa for the second time that morning.

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.

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"Hibari-san… are you sure you don't want me to treat him? They look painful…" Tsuna asked hesitantly, fidgeting with the Sun Box in his hands as they stood side by side near the infirmary bed. Inwardly wincing at the two black eyes the former prefect was now sporting.

Arms crossed, Hibari huffed, "No." But then his calculating silver eyes glance between the Sun Box and his still unconscious subordinate in bed, an idea formed in his mind.

That awfully familiar sadistic smirk immediately set off alarm bells inside Tsuna's head. The brunet already shook his head before his companion opened his mouth.

"Treat him, little animal."

Tsuna shook his head harder.

"I'll properly bite him to death after."

"No, Hibari-san!" Tsuna snapped exasperatedly, but he activated his Sun Box anyway.

TBC.


A/N:

(Japanese) Hai = Yes.