Stara-chi: "Heya everyone~ How are you all? This was meant to be put up a while back but Christmas is a busy time. Hope everyone who's reading this had a happy Christmas!"

Note: Chapter is not yet beta-read

"JOIN!"'

"I SAID NO!"

"YOUR REFUSAL IS EXTREME! JOIN THE CLUB!"

"LET ME THINK, NEVER!"

"STOP PESTERING JUUDAIME YOU TURF BRAIN!"

"EXTREME NO! JOIN THE BOXING CLUB SAWADA!"

"I SAID NO SEMAPI, LEAVE ME ALONE NOW!"

Tsuna groaned. How did she get into this situation again? Oh, that's right it was all bloody Reborn's fault, like everything somehow was of late. The stupid coffee addict was going to be the death of her.

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Flashback

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Sighing and forcing back the urge to punch the damn hitman baby that was about to wake her up painfully, -something she made sure to alert her body to be aware of so it could be prevented from happening and giving the damn hitman baby the pleasure of getting her- with Leon transformed into a hammer, Tsuna pulled her body hastily out of the warmth of her bed.

Inwardly smirking in triumphant at catching the displeasure and disappointment that flashed in the baby's eyes, she allowed herself time to stretch. Then she went about getting ready for school, -she didn't cook or shower in the mornings without being extra cautious, getting caught in the midst of cooking might give reborn another clue or question to ask, -plus she didn't take well to being interrupted cooking in the morning, she tended to start throwing knifes, hey you couldn't blame her, it was all Bel's fault- and well taking a shower when there's a chance of Reborn interrupting, you get the idea.

Rushing out the door she came face to face to something, no it was someone she feared. Her whole body jerked back as the three outside her house stopped their argument to turn and look at her.

"Good morning Tsuna-kun!" Haru moved to hug her, which through Tsuna's eyes looked like she was moving in for the kill. Restraining the urge to face and defeat the threat launching towards her she stepped to the side just in time for the attacker's attack to miss by inches.

Gokudera hissed like an angry feline, "STUPID WOMAN DO NOT TOUCH JUUIDAMIE!" Yamamoto laughed saying something about all getting along. Tsuna was too far gone in "I despise OOWTC fangirls because frankly they annoy and scare the shit out of me!" to hear anything else at this point. Gulping she stepped backwards, watching the body twitch from the impact of falling.

Twitch, twitch.

Gulp.

Sweat trailed down her cheek.

Gurgle.

Twitch.

Groan.

Moan.

"Fuck my life!" Thought Tsuna, as she watched how in creepily similar fashion to a zombie Miharu stumbled and pushed herself back onto her feet.

Crack.

"Crap!" The girl stretched dusted her skirt off. Turning she squealed, everyone in close proximity cringed. The girl in front of her clasped her hands together brought them under her cheek and wiggled her hips in a fawning fashion.

"Ah~ Tsuna-kun must be shy! Don't worry though Haru still loves you! Haru will help you gain more confidence by showing you how magical a hug between lovers can be!"

Snap.

The snap couldn't be heard by anyone but it was the end of Tsuna's tolerance, she screamed and ran, "HIIIIIIIIIIIII GO AWAY!" the three left behind her jumped and let out sounds of shock. The running brunette didn't focus on their reactions though she was pre-occupied by running to the ends of the earth if that's what it took to get away from her admirer. Well she may not have to go to the ends of the earth, after all Namimori school was legendary for having a vicious, violent, fight loving disciplinary committee head.

Without realising ahead of her there was someone she never should show talent around unless she welcomed the consequences of her actions. Upon passing a hand shot out and grabbed her arm, it wasn't this action that cause her to increase her pace though it was the faint scream of, "TSUNA-KUN COME BACK!" so she ended up dragging the owner of the hand along with her in her mad dash.

That was a big mistake, as the next second there was yelling, loud and in her ear.

"EXTREME RUNNING SAWADA JOIN THE BOXING CLUB!"

"HIIII! RYOHEI-SEMPAI NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"GET AWAY FROM JUIDAMIE YOU IDIOT!"

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Flashback end

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Snapping out of her misery of reliving memories, she yanked her arm free, gritting her teeth together as she saw the competitive spirit burn brighter in Ryohei's eyes. Miharu obviously had enough sense to stop following her to get to her own school, which was a positive at least.

Sprinting to shake her sempai off her tail, the brunette passed her school's gates. "Just great, I'm late now. Bloody perfect." She cursed in her head and swang her whole body to the left to avoid the onslaught of a tonfa wielding disciplinarian. The blows didn't simply stop there though as she continued to dodge both left and right. Sure she was hiding her abilities from Reborn to an extent but there was no way she was going to let Hibari-san hit her. She respected the prefect's skills and she knew from experience that they hurt.

Not expecting or maybe just not paying full attention to his surroundings, Ryohei slammed into Hibari who blocked the full impact of the blow with his tonfa's. Analysing the details of the current situation Tsuna didn't miss how the disciplinary head's smirk twisted into a scowl, as his blue eyes narrowed framed by neck length jet black hair.

"Oh, great he's pissed." Was her first thought, Hibari tended to try and fight her at least twice a week; she suspected, no she knew he waited, patrolling the school in mornings instead of making his lackeys do it just so he could catch her when he felt like it. In retrospect in was her own fault she showed some of her battle skills to him, unable to resist the challenge of a good fight. At the moment however the disciplinary committee head was downright pissed. He hated anything that interrupted his chances to fight her, and thanks to reborn making her come early lately he most likely was in a grumpy mood.

"I'll bite you to death!" yep, he the raven haired disciplinary head was pissed. She stepped back and watched as Hibari attacked Ryohei, who was able to dodge. Ryohei with his white hair and attitude that sometimes reminded her of her own mother, shouted something she didn't bother or care to decipher. Sighing, she backed away. Both males were fit, each with their own muscles and skills. It was kind of unfair to leave Ryohei to deal with Hibari but it was a weekly occurrence that the boxing idiot tracked down Hibari head set on recruiting him into the boxing club. Beside he looked like he was enjoying a good fight, and Hibari wouldn't hurt him too badly, Ryohei entertained Hibari with fights weekly so Hibari would be smart enough not to go overboard.

Turning away to head to class, though now she really didn't feel like it she dodged to the right. "No, why do you want to fight me? Did Ryohei already become boring? Is he hurt? Seriously Hibari if you did too much damage, I'll- Crap!" she ducked as a dynamite stick flew passed her head, counting.

One, two, three, "LEAVE JUUDAIMEI ALONE DAMNED BASTARDS" There her loyal puppy was, hissing like an angry kitten. Stance ready for battle along with multiple dynamite sticks lit in each hand.

Tsuna couldn't tell whether she was more irritated or glad of the arrival of her loyal self-pointed right hand man. She supposed if she really wanted to figure it out she could compose a list of cons and pros but what was the use of that. Paperwork was pure evil, in any form; her mind supplied a vivid picture of darkness unlike any other smoking from paperwork. She even viewed homework and tests as paper work, a strong reason why she avoided both, in fact that was why she, wait no back to the current point of time. The brunette stared as the three handsome men faced each other in a formation similar but not quite the shape of a triangle. Ryohei was still energetically smiling, Hibari scowling with some shimmer of something akin to mirth and amusement at the possibility of a good fight, and Gokudera grinding his teeth in furry.

Although she knew it wasn't appropriate for the situation she couldn't help it. Tsuna's shoulders sagged, bending over herself she let out a sigh, slapped her forehead and murmured, "I have full rights to blame Reborn for this."

Extra Chapter: Boy with Glasses

This was all one big, crazy dream he must have been having. Yes, that's what it was. It was the only explanation. But then, again taking into account all the other little details the chance of this being real was-, no, no he was just being foolish. This situation he found himself in couldn't be real no matter what factors and details could be analysed and transferred into the possibilities.

After all what type of child had access to firearm weapons? And what type of baby could easily deflect them. But then if it was all just a crazy dream why did the bruises ache? Why did the cuts sting still? And why were the bruises and cuts there in the first place if it was all one big dream?

Curled up in a ball, in the safety of his own home he cried silently.

Ding, dong.

Ding, dong.

"What now?" the teenager asked himself as he forced himself to his knees and wiped away the tears. Opening the door he expected the worst.

"Souichi-san, do you recognise this child?"

"No, yes, he isn't mine!" he cried in alarm at the sight of the cow printed pattern clothes.

He received a scoff, "Of course he isn't yours. I'm over to ask if he caused you any trouble, you worry wart." The girl sighed, -yes she was a girl, he had been told by her herself- rearranging the way she held the sleeping child named Lambo as he squirmed in his sleep, mumbling about getting Reborn and something to do with grapes.

"Ah… well, he-"

"I'll take it he did then." She interrupted, he nodded in response. "So why were you around my house? I know it's got something to do with Lambo, but I have no idea what."

Ah, she meant the box. That was good, now he wouldn't have to return it himself later once his mother or sister found he didn't. He signalled her to wait and fetched the box stumbling over his feet but prevented himself from tripping. Placing it on the table he opened the box to allow her to view the contents within.

She blinked, analysing the troublesome box, focusing on reading the note inside, before she sighed, "Alright, take out all the … dangerous toys, and can I borrow two bags? You can place the toys in one of them, be careful though."

Following her instructions precisely he took his time handling the toys with care, making sure none of them exploded. Finished that part he looked at her in question.

"Next you can place the wine, pasta and oil in the second bag. Thirdly spilt the money into two equal piles and then take five bills from one pile and place them on the other one. Finally bind the smaller pile and place it into the second bag." Once again he did as she instructed.

"Now what?" he asked, she smiled, rearranging the child into one arm and holding out the other.

"Give me the two bags. Keep the rest of the money it should be more than enough to cover the repair bill for the roof and an expensive shopping trip."

"W- What? But, it's addressed to you!" he cried, she shrugged.

Walking out the door she called back, "You deserve it, don't be a worry wart and accept it. Oh, and before I forget watch out for hidden pests. Bye."

The red head blinked, "Hidden… pests..?"