With Tsuna

"Heh." Gokudera smirked triumphantly. "The glasses guy and the animal are both taking naps downstairs."

"I see." Mukuro murmured, clasping his hands together, striking another typically evil-looking pose.

"Way to go, Gokudera-kun!" Tsuna said happily. Gokudera laughed scratched his cheek with an abashed aura. "Well, I'm not the one that beat them…" He muttered dejectedly, inwardly nursing a strong desire to strangle a certain perfect because he took all the good parts.

"Oh!" He suddenly remembered something. "That Kuromine girl is downstairs! I think she's heading over, too…"

"Really? Thank goodness." And yes. Tsuna had noticed her absence eventually and had freaked out like the concerned little guy he was. Then he proceeded to worry. And worry. Like crazy. And now, that was one thing off his mind…

"Have you prepared yourself?" Hibari asked, readying his tonfas.

"You're very scary," Mukuro stated politely, with manners unseemly for a criminal wanted by the underworld, the public, and probably the devil as well, "but please don't get between me and Vongola." He glared, still somehow politely.

"And besides," he said while looking away, "you should barely be able to stand right now. I've broken many of your bones after all."

"Are those your last words?"

Tsuna looked horrified. But. Um. About that…

It was surprising that just because Hibari looked exactly the same as before, Mukuro couldn't tell that his bones were kinda… 'unbroken' since the last time they made an encounter.

Because if he REALLY still had broken bones, he can't just walk and fight through sheer will power seeing as the law of physics applies, EVEN IF YOU'RE HIBARI KYOYA. You just can't fight with your lungs stabbed through by ribs and a broken leg. Or arm. Cause they will snap in half mid-way and THEN where will you be?

But still. Illusionists can't see through the illusions of reality? How…ironic.


The long stroll through a creepy as hell building with animals and robots and unconscious androids was highly unpleasant.

Aside from the many-times mentioned shitty aftermaths (i.e. the internal bleeding, some broken ribs, broken bones here and there, bloodloss, dizzy, etc.) Lynx was feeling a growing urge to sleep.

Or pass out. Whichever works.

Because in the timespan of less than twelve hours, she has had a mini-battle with a pineapple convict, a one-sided conversation with a comatose perfect, a session of shitty past flashbacking for the sake of motivation, and, amongst all that, gotten all sorts of fucked up along the way.

And there was yet more to come.

Lynx glared half-heartedly at her latest opponent.

Mini poles. Strung up by bigger poles. Leading to more poles. Horizontal, scrawny poles. AKA, a metal ladder of evil poles. Known by Lynx's brain as, 'the thingamajig.'

Then, she turned despondently to her leg, which was not looking quite so pretty at the moment.

And sighed.

I hate life. Seriously. I do. How many times have I said that today?

And so she trekked on, ignoring an ominously fluttering curtain that highly resembled something out of a horror movie.

There were sounds of fighting, incredibly fast fighting, and Lynx could recognize the sounds of that weapon anywhere.

She entered the doorway.

And stared with an expression of complete and utter deadpan as she watched Hibari fall unconscious after what appeared to have been an epic battle of supersonic speeds.

She scowled.

These people. They are damn crazy. She spills half her guts for the sake of healing his wounds and the moment she turns, he goes on a rabid fighting frenzy against psychotic mafia criminals?

Have ye no common sense?

(But then again, that's the sole reason she healed Hibari in the first place, so it's all relative and sensible and it was just her being a sardonic little beyotch?...Sounds about right.)

Lynx drew closer, and stood behind the short midget with the fluffy-ass brown hair sticking up like some new asian-style alfro.

"…Tsuna," she said.

He turned around and gasped, seemly horrified by her state.

"Lynx! What happened? What did Mukuro do to you?"

"…Nothing much." Lynx frowned. "…Though I need a bath."

Yes, because the massive bloodstains are very uncomfortable, and Lynx likes to maintain her personal hygiene, thank you very much.

"Thank goodness!" Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief. Those bloodstains seemed pretty scary…

Then he ran off to check on Hibari, while Lynx followed, and dully noted that despite Hibari's utter uncaringness of his body, at least her handiwork still held him together. Like a mummy.

He had probably passed out from the bloodloss and exhaustion, combined with the general shitty feeling of I-need-to-freaking-sleep which one received after a session of Lynx-Therapy. It was quite normal.

And speaking of shitty feelings.

That wall…That hard stone wall…was it coming closer? Or was that the floor?

Ehh…So dark…Oh, look, a star…

Thud.


Lynx's eyelids fluttered for a second.

There was a glimpse of glowing red, and possessed peoples, and what looked like dynamite and poison cooking flying around with needles and lions and tigers and cheetahs, and just how do these things relate to each other anyway?

She had a sense of incoming doom.

It felt like someone was figuratively, or not so figuratively picking her brain, and, feeling a sinking despair, Lynx blearily realized her cheek was bleeding.

"Lynx! No, did she get possessed too?" Tsuna cried.

Possessed? As in, possession bullet, possessed? Mukuro had those? She faintly recalled a silver gun…Oh, look, there it is!

So yes. Possession bullet at work, and that explained why it felt like someone was trying very hard and failing very well at entering her mind, which was all sorts of messed up and traumatized, and doused with so many random things that it was no wonder Lynx was immune.

Did that mean Hibari was too? Since, it takes a few days for Lynx's powers to get out of his system…

She went unconscious. Again.


"Mukuro…If I don't defeat you, I can't die in peace!"

Was the proclamation Lynx woke up to.

She distinctly recalled green light, Reborn's narrating, various speeches of sorts, and now, before her, stood someone else entirely.

Flames blazed on his forehead, but it wasn't the mindless, violent, dying will she was used to. It was…calm. But powerful. Determined. Strong.

She watched as this new Tsuna duked it out with Mukuro, Reborn explaining all the while, as she lay against the wall, more or less incapable of movement, with Gokudera and Bianchi who had evidently been un-possessed and knocked out.

Viewing their battle, Lynx realized that…Tsuna can be one scary-ass bitch when he needed to. And when said scary-ass bitch was on your side, well, it makes you feel a whole lot more secure. It was comforting.

That said, Mukuro was defeated.

She was empathic. Just a little. Since, they kinda shared similar shitty-as-hell history and stuff?

Then she felt them.

That ominous presence that radiated fear and power and utter mystery and creeped the hell out of her no matter how many times she met them.

The Vindice.

It felt as though one of them stared straight at her (…shit, did she do something?), then the chains whipped around Mukuro and his two cronies. Tsuna yelled out, but it was pointless.

The Vindice, in all their ghostly, mummified glory, are Da Boss. And nobody talks back to Da Boss, so naturally, Reborn shared that piece of invaluable information with him, and the Vindice left in peace.

Then Tsuna worried over his friends, celebrated as the medical team arrived, and passed out like a little girl once shitty aftermaths of his own kicked in (Ha. It happens to everyone!) and Reborn said something about needing to tutor him up some more.

And proceeded to fall asleep on him.

Lynx thought, as her eyelids once again drifted downwards, that…

Oh yeah. Life's a bitch.


Several Weeks Later

Lynx was apparently in Tsuna's class again, no thanks to some retarded-looking bandit baby which was totally not Reborn/Boreen/Who-The-Hell-Are-You-Really, and she was…not happy.

But then, Lynx was never really happy in the first place, so her being not happy is kinda the same as being happy so in the end, there's really not a difference?

Let's just say she's happy. Deep, deep down. Really deep (literally, since her happiness is totally not showing on her face and stuff).

ANYWAY.

"A cruise." She said blankly, staring at Reborn in front of her.

"Yes. Is there a problem? Anything I need to…take care of?" He says, dark eyes gleaming evilly.

Lynx paused.

And looked at him, with eyes that have seen the horrors of the world. The horror of hitmen babies. The horror of those who fall victim to unspeakable things of doom.

And said:

"…I'll go. I'll go willingly, okay?"

Reborn flashed a happy smirk.

"See you."

And that is why, despite her vast anti-social tendencies, Lynx was on a cruise heading to some desolate island in the middle of nowhere thereby dubbed 'Mafia Land' with much company.

That is why, she was muffled beneath a pillow, shielding away from mankind, as Yamamoto Takeshi prowled the halls, radiating death and despair with his smile of doom.

That is why –

Sawada Tsunayoshi. You must die. DIE.

Yeah. She hated the world.

And thus, Lynx mentally groaned and buried her head deeper in her pillow as the sound of dynamites, and screams, and Gyahahaha's riddled the hall.


Lynx blinked owlishly.

"How did that happen?" she said, looking at a screaming blob of brown which swirled round and round in the whirlpool.

"Tsuna's working hard." Reborn says cheerfully, watching from next to her.

"…Huh."

A large rifle was thrust in her face. Lynx was mildly offended.

"Who are you, kora?" demanded a yellow-haired baby, looking like some second coming of Hitler, what with the Spartan tendencies and Reborn-style training. He was an Arcobaleno too, apparently. Why were all of them so crazy?

Reborn took his cue for introductions.

"This is Lynx. She's part of Tsuna's family."

Lynx waved in greeting. Collonello stuck out a hand.

"I'm Colonello, kora."

And the three cheerfully conversed, completely forgetting that a certain someone was busy drowning in the depths of a whirlpool below, screaming for help, and being utterly ignored, as the sadistic three were united together in their…sadistic-ness.

This actually wasn't so bad.


"Good job," Lynx says, crouching in front of Tsuna as he recovered from whirlpool syndrome.

"Hah…hah…I thought I was gonna die…" He panted. Then he paused. And realized.

Tsuna jerked his head up.

"Wait, when did you get here!?" He exclaimed, staring at her incredulously.

Lynx shrugged and stood, brushing herself off, before walking away slowly, despondently, kinda like a turtle, with an absentminded, "Watch out below…" as Reborn declared they weren't finished and suddenly, it was raining rocks.

She felt like whistling for some reason.

These trees were so comfortable…And the view was nice. Really nice.

Lynx sat back, and enjoyed the show.


"Of course, as long as I'm around, they won't have it their way, but…it's time for my nap."

"Hey!"

"Ignore Colonello. I'm worried for Mama and the others. We should head back through the subway…" Snot bubble appears.

"YOU TOO?"

Elsewhere nearby.

"…" ZzzzzZzzzZzzz…

Yeah. Lynx too, Tsuna. You have such lazy allies.

A long nap later

"Colonello, you take the shore."

"Don't order me around, kora!"

Upon Colonello's departure, it left Lynx and Reborn by their lonesome selves, with a couple hundred enemy Mafioso who wished to end them. There was absolutely no problem at all. The day just got better.

"…" Lynx climbed higher up a tree and looked at the giant, bright red octopus in the distance, before turning to Reborn, and pointing at it.

"Ah. That's Skull's pet. He's got no style, does he?"

Lynx shook her head before stating, "…It looks tasty…"

"Agreed."

And they made their way to battle.


Throughout her time in school, Lynx had picked up on some very obvious things, such as the fact that Tsuna was madly in love with Kyoko, but didn't have the nerve to approach her, and made for very interesting comedic scenes when shoved together.

Thus the current situation.

Tsuna was pushed behind by an unknown force which may, or may not have been a slightly homicidal wallflower girl, and ran straight into Kyoko, made a fool of himself, and then flushed, and stuttered, and waved goodbye as she walked through the gates.

Yay.

Then, with help of Hyper Intuition, Tsuna figured out that Lynx was the unknown force who had directed this scandal, and thus, turned to her with a not-at-all intimidating expression that said 'what was that for?'

Lynx shrugged.

"Helping along your love life." Which was growing old and dying, by the way. "You seemed like you needed it."

And it did help. So the ends justify the means. Fwuahaha.

Tsuna immediately turned bright red as he realized that, "Y-you know I like Kyoko?" Apparently, he did not expect her to know.

"…Er." Lynx says, ever so eloquently.

It had been kind of…insanely obvious? The guy turned into some kind of human blob whenever she was around! Not the mention the staring and drooling (which was kinda gross) and fluffy pink hearts in his eyes…How could she not know?

For his sake, Lynx managed to dig up some excuse from ancient times.

"You did confess with your head on fire…" Or so says Reborn and the student population, anyway. Lynx was glad she wasn't there to lay witness to the catastrophe.

And now Tsuna was the one overtaken by awkward silence. Ha.

"R-Right." And he noticed something, most probably with help of Hyper Intuition. "You seem a lot more…errmm…talkative now, Lynx. I just realized that." He says, blinking. And you know what? He liked it this way. He could converse with a fellow SANE person now!

Meanwhile, Lynx froze. What?

She thought back to these last few months.

At first, it was gestures. Then, simple one-word phrases. Then, sentences. And now…now she was…she was no longer emitting dark waves of killer doom! No! What happened!?

"I have." She stated vacantly. Holy shit.

Tsunayoshi and his gang of crazy mafia psychopaths had managed to make her NOT an ice block! What was the world coming to? How could she have let this have happened? Nooooo….

"Lynx? Is something wrong?" Tsuna asked with whole hearted concern, eyes radiating pure, unadulterated kindness, and Lynx almost cringed away, even as her inner self was banging her head on a desk. Bang. Bang. Bang. It was a disaster of epic proportions.

She needed to get away from this…this aura of…sunny goodness.

Lynx pointed at something behind Tsuna and waved goodbye, as Gokudera and Yamamoto came over, and she vanished away to head to her apartment, which took the opposite route of Tsuna's house.

"S-See you tomorrow, Lynx!"

And just when did they start dropping the suffix to her name? They were not intimate, dammit!

She desperately needed evil energy recuperation. Oh, look, there's Hibari! Let's just walk on by…

His murderous aura felt nice.


During the peak of summer vacation

It was the time in which Lynx locks herself up in a cold, dark room and never comes out.

Ever.

Because heavy, concentrated, summer sunshine is hazardous to creatures of darkness, and Lynx would rather not spontaneously combust out of the blue, thank you very much. Not that some people haven't purposely tried. You know, to make her explode? (Figuratively, and not so figuratively).

Yeah, people were shitty like that…

Moving on, it was on one such day, in the middle of the bright, sunny, time of joy, that Lynx was sitting on her bed, book upon her lap, and wallowing in the wonders of 1000 page encyclopedias with the AC turned to max that something happened.

It was on this day, that Reborn decided to unceremoniously drop by, and try to scare her to death, had she not been so used to his numerous intrusions.

"There's a festival tonight." Reborn says, stroking Leon.

"…" He wasn't suggesting that…oh no. Hell no.

Reborn smirked. Lynx caught on fast, didn't she?

"I want you to go."

Lynx lowered her book, and leveled a flat, evil-looking stare in his direction.

"Family bonding?"

"Mmmhm."

"…" Why? She was anti-social! And evil! And utterly not benefiting to Tsuna's growth as a mafia boss, so just why did she have to join their stupid 'Family Bonding' time? They were practically close already! Isn't it enough that they went off and killed her dark and evil aura?

Lynx did not want to somehow lose her sanity, too.

"Or would you like quality time with Hibari? You seem like the type he can actually stand. I have his number…"

Reborn morphed Leon to a cellphone, and was in the process of nonchalantly typing in the number with little Beep! Beep! Beep!'s for every button when Lynx hastily closed her book and declared that she'll turn up at the festival because while sanity was wonderful, you can't enjoy that sanity if you were DEAD.

"That's what I thought." said Reborn, smirking.

Lynx sighed.

She should've known better than to try and talk herself out of a deal with the devil.


Her eyebrow twitched.

So here she was, dressed up in this horrendously restricting traditional yukuta, while the guys can wear wonderful wonderful NORMAL clothes, and walk around unhindered by giant flappy sleeves and sandals that were created for the sole purpose of making you look like a penguin.

A significantly awkward penguin. She even had black and white colored designs!

"…" Lynx stared miserably at her yukuta, and held out the sleeves with a pitiful, why-must-I-do-this expression.

Upon meeting Tsuna and co in the festival, Gokudera had immediately cracked up upon seeing her, and in response, she heaved a long suffering sigh because yes, she looked ridiculous, and yes, there was nothing she can do about it. Damn.

"Ahaha! Don't worry, Lynx! You look great!"

"Y-yeah!" said Tsuna.

"Thanks."

That helped. Sorta. Not really.

And so off they went, to enjoy the festival of bright, cheery, summer-ness, that reflected on their beach clothes, with happy attitudes, and warm, fuzzy atmospheres, and…

Lynx was slowly dying on the inside.

I'm not ready for this. Not. At. ALL.


NEW POLL ON PROFILE: WHAT SHOULD LYNX BE FOR VARIA ARC? Review votes and suggestions are accepted.


This chapter was so choppy TT_TT. And short. But I'm trying to hurry along the fillers, so yeah...

Reviews are welcome, and much appreciated.