A/N: So sorry everyone! I need to enroll (late enrollment) soon so I'll reply to all your reviews on the next chapter. Thanks for the consideration! Oh right, you could ask me questions about the fic if you're curious about some things. Also, if you're wondering how Tsuna is able to pull off looking like a girl, he doesn't have a flat chest! Well, if you know the manga W Juliet, you'll see what I mean. What Makoto uses to pretend like a girl is what Tsuna uses or something like that. Sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes. I don't have a Beta you see. ^^ Adios~

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story 'Sweet Absolution.' The characters and the plot of KHR belong to Akira Amano.

"You're really hopeless, Dame-Tsuna." Said brunette mumbled under his breath 'It's not like I wanted that to happen.' A gun was fired and he was left staring at his newly fluffed pillow with a smoking hole slowly burning the surface. He sniffed slightly at this. That was his favorite pillow you know. Not that Reborn would actually care. Damn you, Reborn! A gun was instantly pointed at his forehead and Tsuna slowly backed away. Right, Reborn could read his mind.

"It was just a joke! Hahaha..." His laughter trailed off when a pair of menacing, onyx eyes glared at him. Goose pimples appeared abruptly on his skin, a hushed 'HIEEE' went past his lips.

"Since you obviously failed your audition, I scheduled another one this Friday after school. Fail this and you say goodbye to your mother, forever." Reborn's eyes glinted and he was sure he saw himself in those onyx eyes burning in hell. Shivers racked his spine and he cowered into his bed's dashboard.

"W-What's the a-audition about?" Reborn hopped into his cot and pulled out a stack of papers. He soon returned to his side and said papers were thrust to his face. Tsuna looked down curiously before taking the papers into his hands. He flipped through and was a bit amazed with the multiple designs of kimonos that greeted his eyes.

"I presume you already know Haru Miura and Sasagawa Kyoko?" Hearing the former name sent another set of shivers down his spine. So maybe he and Haru were friends now but their meeting wasn't what he liked, especially when said person claimed to be the one impregnating him. The mental image wasn't pretty but as absurd as it sounded, the truth can't be deviated because Haru in fact proposed to him when they first met three years ago.

Kyoko was a different story though. He was infatuated with her when he was fourteen. Who wouldn't be? She was sweet, caring and gentle, not to mention cute beyond words. He actually imagined himself being her husband but all that disappeared the moment he realized, she was into that; that meaning being a fujoshi. He was scarred for days when he realized how she was fantasizing about him with other men. His pride was crushed when she said that he was the perfect uke and asking Reborn what an uke meant resulted to him being scarred for life.

He fainted out of shock that his absolute, dream girl wanted him to marry another man and the fact that Kyoko can be very scary when she wanted to be. Sure, Haru had stalking tendencies but Kyoko had horrifying tendencies like not batting an eyelash when an insect infestation broke out in their classroom.

Or not ever finding it the least bit scary that they stumbled on a rotting corpse on one of their tests of courage on a school trip. Yes, Kyoko had a stomach of steel and a mindset absolutely abnormal which is why Reborn took it upon himself to recruit them into the Vongola Famiglia as disguise specialists much to his chagrin.

"Yes, I do and?" Reborn took a sip of his espresso and Tsuna wondered where in the world he got it from when he only took his eyes from his tutor for only a number of seconds.

"They've come back from the States and they're holding their first collection in Japan this Friday." Tsuna failed to grasp the idea that his tutor was actually telling him that he'll be auditioning for his friends' debut in Japan. He was more into the fact that his two close friends have come back after so long. It's been three years since then.

After graduating middle school, Reborn had the two girls sent to America where an institute specializing in clothing was best appropriate for them. Haru was very creative when it came to ideas while Kyoko was very intuitive with the designs. Plus it'll be the perfect course for them when they become official disguise specialists in the Vongola Famiglia once they turn eighteen. They were delighted of course but he never realized they've come so far at such a young age. Another thought popped into his mind and he turned to his tutor with bright eyes

"I'll be able to see them this Friday?" His eyes sparkled and his smile was too genuine that Reborn didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise.

"You won't Baka-Tsuna since they're busy preparing for their fashion show two weeks from now. The one judging the auditions would be..." Reborn tilted his fedora hat lower, a smirk spreading across his face. Of course, the brunette was saddened knowing he won't be seeing his beloved friends but that strange pause from his tutor got him intrigued.

"Would be?" His tutor sipped his espresso once again and his hands twitched in anticipation. The one thing that Tsuna hates most is being cut off, leaving him in suspense. It gets him too riled up and Reborn knows that all too well.

"You'll find out eventually for now, you'll train." He dropped the bomb and Tsuna felt like strangling his tutor not that he could anyway. His ears perked up at the last sentence though.

"Train? What for?"

"You were absolutely pathetic during your last audition. That's why you'll be learning self-control and..." Reborn stopped again and Tsuna felt his head throb in irritation.

"And?" Tsuna pressed and Reborn produced another stack of books. They were thick, intimidating, and he wondered what they were for. Before he could inquire, however, he was cut off.

"Catwalk." Now, he wasn't stupid and he was definitely not some cave man who didn't understand such a simple word because he was already forced to read about it. But what's the point of learning it again?

"Didn't I already learn that, Reborn?" His tutor ignored him and gestured for him to follow. Scratching the back of his head, Tsuna followed obediently and they found themselves in their backyard. The sight that greeted him left him speechless. A narrow stone block that extended about ten meters long greeted him. What's more, said stone block was suspended in the air by strings attached at the ends connected to two long poles. How they were able to make something like that in a span of a day baffled him but ever since he met Reborn, he's already stopped fainting at such things.

"Ano, Reborn? What's that?" Reborn turned to him, a pleased smirk playing on his lips and Tsuna gulped audibly. Not that it was noticeable though because for some reason his Adam's apple was nonexistent making him wonder at times if he was really a guy. And ouch another blow to his manly pride.

"It's your runway, Baka-Tsuna. Bianchi and I will be coaching you through your catwalk training." Tsuna stared blankly at the baby hitman smirking at him then at his supposed 'runway' and then at Bianchi who was a few feet away.

"Eh? How will I be able to walk through that?" It was a living death-trap. The width of his 'runway' was three inches thick at most and suspended a few meters in the air. Tsuna flinched away just thinking how nasty the fall would be.

"You won't walk through that, Baka-Tsuna. You'll sashay through that with these of course." A bundle of books were thrown his way and now he realized how dire his situation is.

"I'll 'strut' through that death trap with a mountain of books on my head?" He gaped wordlessly as Reborn shrugged and Bianchi just admired her nails.

"B-But R-Reborn! I won't be able to do that! That's suicide!" Reborn's trustee chameleon turned into his ever favourite gun and pointed at him within seconds. His ever shout of 'HIEEE' resounded around as the flailing brunette tried to dodge the sudden onslaught of bullets.

"As a mafia boss, you should be able to walk though that easily and if you don't-" Reborn paused, a CD suddenly on his other hand. "I'll send the video of your spa session to the Varia headquarters." Tsuna suddenly paled hearing that dreaded name. Oh my God. If the Varia gets wind of his mission and see him like that, he'll die of mortification and Viper would always have blackmail material. Sooner or later, every Mafioso would know of his situation. Not to mention, he would know and when that happens, a bloodbath would occur. Tsuna shuddered just thinking about it, not that he can't handle that person but better safe than sorry.

"I'll do it! Just don't let them see!" Tsuna whimpered in fright and Reborn smirked triumphantly. Well, it's not like he was really going to let them see since this was private and many fools would be drooling over his student again. Now, he can't have that even though he had authority from the Ninth to actually rid anyone who he deems harmful to Tsuna. That would be a great workout but he still won't let anyone see his student's naked body. They'll have to get through him a thousand times over.

"Since I'm being generous, your time limit would be until Friday meaning you have five days to get it right, Dame-Tsuna. And you know what that means, correct? Tsuna nodded fearfully his mind still wondering about the endless possibilities of what would happen if his tape gets out. I'll die...Oh my god, I'll fucking die!

"Now, get to work, Dame-Tsuna. You don't have all day." A bullet was fired at his feet and the scared brunette was seen scrambling towards the hanging death trap with a bundle of books in his hands. This was hard training and he knew that but Reborn can't take chances not when the pieces of the puzzle were all going to be in place soon. He needs Tsuna to do his part well because if he did, well, let's just say that his job would be a lot easier. And if Tsuna didn't then he'll just have to whip his student up all over again. That or he can use his other blackmail material. Reborn smiled satisfied with himself. That could really work.

...

A frown marred his face as he surveyed his surroundings. Countless individuals were frolicking around and his mood got darker. A glare was set in places as slim fingers removed Gucci sunglasses from a pointed nose. He was handsome, no, he was an absolute catch and he knew that. The pointed looks and his growing fame were proof of that, not that he cared about such pointless things. He had more important things to take care of like being in the fashion show he was placed in without prior notice.

Of course, he was pissed as hell but once he knew who was going to be in it, he was on his flight to Japan within the next five minutes. Nothing was more important than his beloved. Well that and his plan to annihilate every single human being who dare stare wrongly at him, or in this case, 'her.' They'll have to go though him and all his weapons before they can touch 'her.' He flipped his silver phone open, a few rings and he was set.

"Reborn-san, I've already arrived."

...

"Good morning everyone! For today's test, you will choose your own kimono pieces. The style and matching of the clothes depend on you. Through that, please..." Tsuna wanted to puke, no, he wanted to die. It was hell, absolute and pure hell he went through. Bianchi was unrelenting when he was taught how to 'sashay' across the death trap runway. And Reborn...Well Reborn was as unbearable as possible; firing bullets at the most random times, oh his poor feet. Why the hell does a man have to learn how to sashay in a runway anyway? It was preposterous, illogical, unfair, and he wasn't listening to the instructions now was he? Tsuna sighed. He just wanted to get this over with because first, he was in a dress again and he wanted to rest for goodness' sake!

"...So I hope you do your best, everyone! Only five of you will be chosen, so good luck!" Tsuna's eyes widened when everyone began to disperse. Every girl seemed to know what to do and he was left standing in the middle looking like a total idiot. What the hell was he supposed to do? He watched as racks and racks of clothes were suddenly lined up and he looked around dumbly. What the?

Tsuna was left staring as countless girls zoomed past and around him, all carrying clothes from the racks. Was that what was he supposed to do? Choose clothes for yourself? Tsuna tilted his head to the side in confusion. How in the world would he be able to do that? First and foremost, he has never worn girl's clothing on his own. He always had help in choosing and wearing his clothing no matter how simple they were. What more for kimonos?

"A-Ano, d-do you need help?" Soft and gentle was what he could describe the voice as. He turned around and was met with large, round indigo eyes. A soft blush bloomed on her flawless cheeks. Sure, she didn't wear conservative clothing but Tsuna found himself liking this girl. For some reason, he found her endearing and without intending to, a kind smile graced his lips, his eyes glistening in the light.

"I'd like that, I'm Tsun-Tsubaki Mikomi, but you can call me Tsumi." His smile twitched at the slight mishap and he laughed awkwardly to himself. He hoped this girl didn't notice.

"C-Chrome Dokuro, but please call me C-Chrome." The girl stared at her shyly and Tsuna found himself wanting to hug her. She seemed too fragile and his instinct to protect was stirred at the mere sight of her. Just like an older brother would to her little sister.

"Nice to meet you, Chrome-chan."

...

Within thirty minutes, Tsuna found himself in the dressing room staring at his reflection. He gagged mentally because definitely every piece of pride he was trying to pick up was shattered in smithereens once Chrome was done with his almost nonexistent makeup. Apparently, Chrome was one of the chosen models prior to the event and so she was there along with the other models to help the ones who would be auditioning. He was glad that Chrome decided to help her lest he'll find himself still standing like a mindless idiot at the center of the room.

Though he didn't like what he sees before him, he had to admit that Chrome's sense of style suited him perfectly. Though the original models weren't allowed to choose for them, they were allowed to give tips on what suited them. He finally decided on a baby blue kimono. Full bloom flowers were scattered about and a white obi accentuated his slim waist.

Ranging from white to soft pink, the flowers overlapped each other, a variety of blossoms littered the silken fabric and he found himself admiring the piece. Kyoko and Haru did well. It was simple yet pleasing to the eyes. The kimono parted a bit at the front, showing his knees. A thin, pearl circlet embraced his left ankle and he wondered if he'll be able to pull this off. He needed to be chosen lest his sudden death occurs in the form of Viper. Tsuna shuddered and embraced himself. He didn't want to think about it.

"T-Tsumi-san?" Chrome appeared by the doorway and he smiled nervously. He spotted his strands of hair and he fingered a few in his hands. He looked at Chrome and held the long strands.

"Neh Chrome-chan, what should I do with my hair?" Said person stared a bit and shook her head soon after.

"T-Tsumi-san's hair is perfect the way it is." Tsuna blushed a bit at that and smiled bashfully. He'll never get used to that. Men were supposed to have rough and greasy hair not perfect hair.

"Arigatou Chrome-chan." Tsuna smiled. Chrome blushed and the brunette laughed. Chrome really was too adorable.

"Right, could you tell me how this audition will go?" At this, Chrome nodded and Tsuna listened attentively.

Apparently, since about fifty girls applied for the audition, a variety of runway walks would be held. There would be three rounds in total. The first round would consist of a simple walk and twenty girls passing. After a break, the second round would commence and balance would be tested, only ten girls would be considered. The third round was still kept in hushed whispers.

No one knew except the panel of judges. Of course, only five girls would turn out victorious and Tsuna hoped he was one of them because the stakes were high on this audition. Another plus side would be that he'd see his closest friends if he did get to stay. Speaking of which, do the girls know his secret mission? Well whatever it is, he needed to get through no matter what. That was a must. No, it was a need.

And let the fight begin! Haha anyway, keep voting people! You never know who would come out victorious! Remember, one vote per person. ^^ Right, can anyone guess who the mysterious person is? *cookies for you* How about the one in charge of the auditions? *chocolates for you*

Poll:

1. Hibari Kyoya - 19

2. Mukuro Rokudo - 4 (Wah sorry I recounted and yeah I forgot to edit Mukuro's please don't be mad people ^_~)

3. Gokudera Hayato - 2

4. Yamamamoto Takeshi - 2

5. Dino Cavallone - 3

6. Reborn - 11

7. Giotto - 3

8. Colonello - 3

9. Xanxus -1

10. Squalo - 1

11. Fuuta -1

12. Enma - 1

13. Byakuran - 3

14. R2718 - 1

15. Others - (please specify who you want)