Hello, my fellow Readers. Just answering the reviewers, and we'll get to the nummy bits.

Mona - glad you love it. And yeah, Reborn so rarely gets one-upped, those moments are to be photographed, treasured, and forgotten about, lest he shoot us all. ; )

Foxluna - I do believe Ryohei and Hana marry canonically. I wanted Takeshi and Ryohei together because there's some Reborn x Colonello action going on (no, that isn't indicative of who's topping. I haven't decided on that yet), and what with the Sun and the Rain thing, well. Hana was there, and I didn't want her and Ryohei to never have gotten together, or divorced, or her dead. Which lead to the threesome. Tsuna being a voyeur happened as I was typing, I have no idea what sparked that. Takeshi, is with Ryohei and Hana. The latter two are married. Takeshi joins them for sexy fun times. And I hope you like what's popped up here.

Cat - . . . um. What? Forgive me, it's almost 4:00 AM right now, and my brain is cooked. I don't quite get whatever you're trying to get at. Though I'm guessing something eee-vil, because you've got that laugh . . .

Psycho Nocturnal - No, because Reborn was denying that Tsuna was EITHER, using . . . my smarts aren't smart enough for a grammar debate right now. I'll get back to you on that, Mmkay? Mmkay. PM work for you? If you're right, I'll go back and change it.

farronewp - nononono, don't diiiiiiiieeee! And thank you. On an unrelated note, what's up with your username?

That's all, I believe. Just this, left. WARNING: CONTAINS SOME YAOI, DRUNKEN BOYxBOYNESS. SLIGHT DUBCON, BECAUSE DRUNK PEOPLE DON'T DO SMART UNLESS YOU'RE TONY STARK, AND THIS AIN'T THE RIGHT FANDOM FOR THAT. And some platonic cuddling. Does that need a warning now? And some Purple Prose, I think it's called. Me elaborating on Tsuna's Hyper senses. That may be incorrect, but once more, Artistic License. I can do that, Mwahahaha.

~O~O~O~

Despite having killed one of his less sane alternate selves, Tsuna and Byakuran got on disturbingly well, at least that's what he'd overheard Hayato mutter to Takeshi. Really though, he couldn't help it. Byakuran, he and Yuni were a trio, the Three Great Skies. The Watcher, the Saint and the Seeress. Regardless of what anyone thought, or how odd they themselves found it, they fit, like nothing in Tsuna's life had B.R.(Before Reborn. No, that did not equate the not-teen to Jesus Christ. Oh, Kami-sama, don't go there, please).

Besides, this Byakuran was not at all like the other. With the other, where it had been clashing themes, discordant tunes, and broken voices, the one he was now friends with was matching pairs (or trio, really), harmony and birdsong. And Tsuna loved it.

Maybe a bit too much, Tsuna thought a little ruefully, as he, Yuni and Byakuran cuddled together in his bed. Contrary to Hayato's initial assumption when he walked in on them one time, there was nothing sexual going on between them. Yuni had never gotten to have any real childhood to speak of. Even if this Byakuran had had a good, normal childhood (doubtful at best, Tsuna thought, seeing the remnant of scars on the older man's body, that were many years old), there were undoubtably hundreds of thousands, millions, billions, that hadn't, out in the wide, weird multi-verse. That added up.

As to Tsuna, in spite of having a loving if ditzy mother, he had really not been hugged enough. And been bullied a bit too much (he shouldn't have been).

Now, they could have all the physical contact they wanted, among their trio. And, because they could, they did. Often. No matter how disturbed or twitchy their respective Guardians were, to the Skies' collective amusement.

Tsuna didn't know why the other two did this, not exactly, but for him it boiled down to his Hyper Intuition. Connecting the dots, as Reborn had once called it, at hyper-speed. Yeah, that was the Intuition part. The Hyper part came in with his senses. ALL his senses. After all, how is his Intuition supposed to connect the dots if it can't find the dots to connect them? Hence, his senses -hearing, smelling, taste, touch, seeing, and that mysterious sixth sense that could be termed instinct- were all turned up. Not to eleven, though. No, Reborn was at eleven. Tsuna had broken the damned dial.

Which made intimate activities a pain, he'd realized once upon a drunken encounter with an equally drunken Hayato. The Storm Guardian didn't remember the next day, and Tsuna was gone by the time he'd woken, but the Decimo had spent most of that day -after claiming he was feeling a little off and pushing the paperwork on the confused Storm in petty revenge (he'd not quite learned to loathe the White Menace so thoroughly back then)- curled up in his room under the covers, shaking in delayed fear. Not fear of his Storm, never that. But fear of what it meant, to be constantly in Hyper Mode. It was his greatest advantage, and his greatest weakness.

After all, everything was enhanced to ridiculous degrees. He could hear miles away, if he concentrated and there wasn't too much background noise (he did not need to know what his neighbors did in their soundproofed basement. He'd heard nothing, and anyone who said differently was lying). He could taste the blandest food others would gag on, and it'd be as if it were seasoned with the finest spices (which got Reborn suspicious, because the World's Greatest Hitman he may be, he really could not cook worth a damn. Everyone always said it was too bland and tasteless). His sense of smell was better than any canines, and he could follow a scent trail accurately if it was fresh enough (which he'd done once out of curiosity, following a cologne he really liked, wanting to know the name. Ending with Reborn in the know of what he was doing, though not before looking severely perplexed at why Tsuna was sniffing at him. That'd been a fun explanation, not). Seeing was even easier, with practice he could focus his eyes like a cat's, not that it was slit but his pupil expanded and contracted at his command (his adventure with that was short lived. He'd never seen that old man sun bathing in the nude, and no he could not count the moles on his ass, what were you talking about?) which came in handy during various fights and other occurrences. His sight was 20/20 these days.

It was touch that was his bane, that had left him shaking after that short drunken encounter. He didn't mind the others so much. He'd learned, easy enough, to block out background, everyday noises, and had come to differentiate between Reborn's guns and enemies', which befuddled the Hitman (which looked absolutely adorable on him, not that the Vongola Decimo would say that within his hearing. Yet.) until Tsuna explained that even two guns that looked exactly alike were never used in exactly the same way, and thus the sounds were different, if so subtle only Tsuna could perceive them. Reborn's cooking had been his favorite, to the bafflement of anyone who'd tried it, with only Bianchi being worse, and that was only because it would kill you. Smell was the same as hearing, only blocking out background, everyday smells, rather than sounds. He could more or less control his eye-muscles, how the pupils contracted, even against what they wanted, or to hurry their focus in dark places to see even in a pitch black room.

That night with Hayato, they'd only gotten to heavy petting. It had been enough, because the heavily intoxicated were not gentle, and Tsuna had felt pleasure so intense when Hayato had only rubbed a thumb over his clothed nipple he'd nearly screamed. The fact that arousal made one hypersensitive to such things was a bad thing here, as Tsuna was like that already. Arousal had only made it . . . ultrasensitive, or something like that. When Hayato had first kissed him, licked into his mouth and explored, Tsuna had wanted it to stop, as the sensations had been so concentrated it'd been painful. He'd kept going though, because Tsuna hadn't been able to gather the wherewithal to tell him to stop. He'd suckled at Tsuna's neck and earlobe as he panted from the kiss, breathless. He'd rubbed his knee between Tsuna's legs, the resulting pleasure rush so much he'd been surprised he hadn't passed out from the sheer overload. Only a few strokes back and forth and Tsuna had cum, completely undone. Thankfully, Hayato had passed out after that, and the next day merely thought he'd rubbed one out while plastered, or had a hot dream he couldn't recall.

It was only a day after that Byakuran and Yuni stumbled over his problem quite by accident. Byakuran had been goofing off per his usual, except when he'd hugged Tsuna from behind, which he'd done every time they'd met up, Tsuna yelped in what was distinctly pain (the over-sensitiveness hadn't left quite yet, and Byakuran's usually gentle hug felt like he was trying to squeeze him in half). All his playful laughter, and all Yuni's gentle teasing, instantly left the room's atmosphere. They'd froze for three seconds before, in a whirl even Tsuna's enhanced sense had difficulty making heads or tails of, he was on the sofa between them, as they had their Flames searching him for injuries. He could even see the scolding they were about to deliver, in tandem, and stopped in unison when they found nothing wrong with him. Their expressions were equal parts puzzlement and demand for answers, and as Tsuna could not keep it to himself, and told them (he didn't want to keep it secret at all, but it would hurt the others, especially Hayato, and there was nothing they could do and thus no reason to bother).

Byakuran had stated the obvious, of course. "Why not leave it partially activated, or have it on hair-trigger?"

And Tsuna had answered matter-of-factly, "I had it on full blast for so long, this is the base state now. Hyper Mode is my Normal Mode now. Which makes actually going Hyper now an absolute bitch." Neither of them flinched at his uncharacteristic swear, figuring he deserved it. And if he was having trouble as he was now . . . better not to chance it.

They were determined to help him, of course. When, of course, Byakuran hit upon a thought. If the sensations were so intense he couldn't stand that level of intimacy, why not tone it down?

Which led to the cuddling. Tsuna hadn't realized, before that, that he'd become skin-hungry for lack of physical contact (he'd been unconsciously avoiding it up 'till that point).

(None of which had caused him to develop voyeur habits, for want of that intimacy. Tsuna had no idea what you're talking about. And Ryohei, Hana and Takeshi knew to keep quiet, and even if they told knew no one would believe them. They couldn't believe it, themselves.)

'No matter, though', Tsuna thought as he yawned, finishing his introspection for the night. 'I've got all I need, and it's alright for me.' And the Saint settled in between the Watcher and the Seer, the Three Great Skies content for the moment. Without doubt, it wouldn't last. They were in the Vongola Mansion, after all.

~O~O~O~

Hm. That didn't go in the direction I thought it would. This came about by me re-reading the original prompt, and adding on to what I put in the first chapter. I'm not sure if it fits, though. And if you recognize Tsuna's last thought as lyrics to a song niggling at the edge of your thoughts, good for you! The song is "Alright", by Darius Rucker. If you still don't recognize him, the singer from Hootie and the Blowfish? Songs like "Time", "Hold My Hand", "Let Her Cry", "Only Wanna Be With You"? Ringing any bells yet?

Now, this is all I've got, for now. I have nothing more written, so don't expect any updates for a while yet. I don't know what I'll write next. Which is why, I ask of you, my Readers; REVIEW. I'm not asking because I'm a review-whore, but because they give me ideas on what to do. Or inspire them.

So tell me what you think. Give me your thoughts and opinions. Hell, I'll take flames at this point. Review, review, review. And goodnight.