THIS IS JUST A KHR FANFIC! GAOOO!!!
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"It doesn't matter where you came from. All that matters is where you are going."- Brian Tracy
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Tsuna took a nervous step back.
"It's not what you think-"
"What do I think, Tsuna?"
"Uh Bermuda?"
Is this some sort of dejavu? It's like the time when I got home late and ran unto my wife standing alone on the hallway.
"Why are you late? Who were you with?"
Shit, what was that?!
Tsuna looked back at Natsu for support but the lion was like, Sorry partner, I can do fighting and mafia stuff but helping you cover adultery ain't part of the job description.
What adultery!?
"Tsuna!"
"YES!"
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BANG!*
One Chaos shot is all that it took and all the vicious looking gorillas were down. Reborn blew the smoke from his gun.
Boring
"This is boring, kora!"
The others silently agreed with the blond.
"Well, you're not halfway there yet. In fact, you've barely left the starting line."
Click*
Everyone's weapons snapped towards the direction of the voice.
How'd he get there?!
Their guard didn't slacken a bit upon finding a baby and a cat... even if both are caught in a net trap and are upside down.
"Hey, why so serious?"
As expected, only the ever so normal Skull was sensible enough to free them from the trap. But wait-
"Where's Luce?"
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[-indeed Mr. Tsuna. Yes... We understand... Thank you... Please do... Good bye.]
...and the phone call ended. Tsuna stared blankly at the distance.
knock, knock*
"Hey kid, you done yet? Stop holding up the line!" said the impatient guy outside the phone booth. Not like Tsuna cares 'cause right now he's having the crisis of his life!
What to do?! What to do?! What to do?!
His and Natsu's eyes are in spirals! How in the world can there be the Arcobaleno set if it misses a single weather?!
Oh god give me a sign!
Then when he looked up, a poster came into view saying, "YOU ARE THE CHOSEN!"
What to do?!What to do?!What to do?!
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Back to Reborn and gang... they're finally having trouble with something. Surprisingly it's not a strong enemy, not a difficult puzzle, nor a bizzare calamity... but just a snail, creeping oh so slowly over the trap mechanism's trigger.
If they move it, bang!
If they kill it, bang!
If they let it be, bang!
They can't do anything! What kind of genius would plant bombs in a baseball field wide area full of tar pits and throw in several triggers EVERYWHERE?!