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Letting out a yawn, I leaned my forearms on the counter, my mind wandering as the quiet of the bakery lolled me into boredom. All the bread was ready, and mother had gone to her bed, retiring due to a headache that had struck unexpectedly.

I had warned her that, no, another episode of the Japanese subbed 'Neighbours' wouldn't be fine.

I glanced at the clock in the corner, 5:18am. A small smirk found its way to my face and I closed my eyes, calling for the sunshine flame to appear behind my eyelids. It took less time than it used to for the flame to flicker to life and send me greeting waves of warmth, energy thrumming through my body as the flames awoke slightly.

Looking past my flame, I searched for the familiar one that came by every day, now making its approach. The bright beacon of golden fire moved towards me leisurely, taking its time to reach the bakery, the sound of the bell alerting me of its entry.

"Ciaossu."

"Good morning, Reborn-san." I greeted, opening my eyes as the flames faded, replaced by their origin.

"The usual, or are you after something different today?"

The home tutor tilted his cap before asking before asking for a coffee cake, instead of the usual cherry pecan bread, having eyed the treat the last time he had come.

I had become accustomed to the hitman's presence in the shop early in the morning, him being my first customer of the day for a while now. He always came at 5:20am on the dot, and most of the time he bought a cherry pecan bread, before giving me an update on his 'student', whose name he had yet to indulge me in.

"Oh, I saw it catch your interest yesterday." I laughed, handing the hitman his slice on a small platter, letting him sit up on the counter.

"Hm, and for good reason. Your mother is a master at cakes."

A swell of pride filled me, not bothering to correct the little hitman that coffee cakes fell under my order, Kaede hating the smell.

"I'll be sure to tell her that." I breathed, a smile flickering on my face as I leaned onto my forearms, going on the same eye level as the no.1 hitman.

"So, anything new happen with your student?"

Reborn let out a hum, sliding his fork from his mouth before speaking.

"He seems to show some promise, he has acquired two subordinates for his family. His grades and overall physique have yet to improve, however." He sighed, as if the information weighed heavily.

"Perhaps he's a late bloomer, give him some time, he might just surprise you." I offered, handing the baby a tissue.

"Yamaguchi-san, you never asked about families." He commented, while accepting the tissue, making me pause.

Through all his talks, he had thrown around the word 'mafia', 'family' and such without a care, and I didn't bother to 'ask' what he meant, sort of hoping he'd leave it alone, and think I was one of those accepting types.

Apparently not.

I smiled and leaned on my hand, looking down at the hitman out of the corner of my eye.

"I feel like, I don't want to know."

Black pits flashed for a moment, before his fedora shadowed his face, a small smirk working its way across chubby cheeks.

"Fair point."


I blinked as I passed the Sawada house, a faint noise making me tilt my head and freeze.

"Aaahh!"

Oh, I recognise that voice.

The tree beside me shook as a black and white blur few into it, my legs moving before my mind registers the threat. I was a good few meters from the house when the blast went off, the pressure moving me forwards faster than I'd feel comfortable feeling again.

"Well, welcome to the party, Lambo." I muttered, brushing my pants off.

ASDFHJKL

"I'm going now, see you later kaa-san!" I called, sticking my head into the kitchen where she was having a slow breakfast.

"Ah, Daiki-kun! Wait, take these with you!" My mother perked up suddenly, before grabbing a small zip lock bag from the kitchen counter and handing it to me.

I looked down at it and examined the contents through the clear plastic, the little purple balls of sugar rolling from one corner to the other.

"Thanks, kaa-san." Came my comment, pressing a kiss to her cheek before exiting the house.

As I walked from the bakery, I pushed a little lolly into my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue to try and figure out the flavour.

Grape.

How lovely.


"Thank you, Yamaguchi-san!" The Yumei Private girl shouted gratefully, bowing before turning and taking off in the directing of her school.

"Wait, uh this isn't…shit." I sighed, glancing down at the perfumed letter in my hand.

The confession letter addressed to Yamamoto weighed light in my hand, easily flipping to let me see the love heart sticker used to seal it shut on the other side.

The poor girl expected me to give this to him in her place, too shy to do it herself.

"This isn't a good idea." I muttered, pocketing the paper with a loud sigh.

Starting, I stepped to the side as a bicycle rode past me, a helmeted woman riding the two wheeled contraption. Keeping my eyes on her, a faint inkling of recognition passing, I watched as she came to a stop before a uniformed boy.

I narrowed my eyes when I recognised him, Tsuna.

What the hell?

"Here, you can have this."

Shit.

My eyes widened when her helmet came off, dark pink hair falling and Italian accented voice sounding.

'Poison Scorpion' Bianchi.

The young Vongola fumbled the open can of fizzy drink, dropping it and spilling its orange contents clumsily.

"Man, I looked so uncool. But why me?"

I watched him as he reached for the can, memory telling me that he wouldn't actually touch the can and would be fine.

"Ah, it's spilling!" He yelped, my breath hitching when his fingers grasped the tainted aluminium, lifting the container.

"Sawada-san! Drop that!" I shouted, alarm making me turn and take steps towards the younger boy.

The young Vongola let out a frightened squawk, reeling mind following my order in an instant. He spun around and faced me, brown eyes wide in shock as he recoiled in on himself slightly.

"Y-Yamaguchi-san? What's wrong?" He squeaked, drawing his hands to himself.

My eyes were focused on the liquid eating away at the asphalt, a frown on my face as my mind reeled, trying to understand why he had actually picked it up. Tsuna wasn't meant to touch it, he was meant to see miasma or something and stop! What had gone wrong!?

I shifted my gaze to the younger boy eventually, the troubled expression still on my face. Stepping forwards, I pointed wordlessly to the pothole forming in the street, a shout ripping its way out of the Vongola heir.

"Don't take things from strangers, Sawada-san. Especially if they've already opened it." I muttered, kicking the half empty can away from us.

"What the hell?!" He squeaked out, stepping away from the hole.

Letting out a sigh, I stepped around the boy and walked away, the thoughts racing through my mind making me move faster.

Ryohei wasn't out jogging, Tsuna actually picked up the can. They're small changes, but if I wasn't there, Tsuna might have actually touched the liquid and gotten poisoned. Why'd that happen? Why are things changing?

I let out a breath, trying to calm myself with the knowledge that they were small things.

But could small things compound to a big thing?


|REBORN|

Interesting... Reborn thought to himself and smirked his Smirk_Ver.17: You-peasants- are-amusing-me.
(Do NOT confuse it with his Smirk_Ver.23: Channeling-your-Inner-Sadist-like-a-boss or the Smirk_Ver.8: Your-futile-struggling-is-vaguely-entertaining-me. Reading those smirks could save your life!)

Yamaguchi Daiki couldn't have known about this. The chances and possibilities are almost zero. Zilch. Nada. His file and minions are so far completely accurate, and his calculations said that he would run into his dame student exactly at 7:39.

Which had happened. He smirked his Smirk_Ver.12: Everything-is-going-like-planned.
(Not confused with Smirk_Ver.7: I-know-something-that-you-don't.)

But… (His smirk changed to Smirk_Ver. 20: I-am-confused-and-irritated-but-too-cool-and-awesome-to-frown-like-you-commoners.) Instead of a chance to gauge his flame control to heal Dame-Tsuna from a subtle sedative, which I convinced Bianchi to make instead of her usual, more obvious one, he prevented him from consuming it in the first place.

He smirked the Smirk_Ver.10: You-insects-better-get-ready. Maybe this job won't be as boring as I thought…

Because while he found Dame-Tsuna's incompetence and distress amusing every single time, the entertainment value of his girly shriek and thoughts is not to be underestimated, he was itching to be challenged. For a long, long time...

|REBORN|


"It's EXTREMELY fortunate that Takeshi-kun sits next to the hall window, hey?" Ryohei roared, hands linked behind his head as we stopped by class 1-A.

"Yeah, I suppose so. Hey! Takeshi-kun!" I called, rapping my knuckles on the window beside the young Rain's head.

Class hadn't started yet, but most of the students were in their seats or crowded around their friends'.

I quietly sucked on my teeth when I noticed Takeshi was talking to Tsuna, but brushed it off when the black haired boy opened the window with a wide smile.

"Shujin-kun!"

Don't pretend you didn't just choke on your spit, Sawada. I saw everything, you can't hide the shame.

"Morning dear." I greeted, leaning on the sill and held out the little perfumed envelope.

"Oh! Daiki-kun, you don't need to give me love letters!" He cooed, leaning closer.

"Sorry sweetheart, this ain't from me. Seems you got yourself an admirer from Yumei Private. How fancy." I corrected, a lazy smile coming to my face when the other first years started tuning in on the conversation.

"Eh, then why do you have it?"

"Apparently she's too shy to give it to you herself, and she's seen us walking around together, so she came to me instead."

Takeshi flipped the paper in his hand before giving a grunt and slipping it into his bag, turning back to me.

"What? You aren't going to read it?" I asked, kicking Ryohei in the leg when he snorted.

"Nah, I'll read it when I get home." He shrugged, before looking up when the bell sounded.

"Well, we have to get going. See you."

His face formed into a pout and I laughed, sliding the window shut, the glass pressing against his nose when he tried to lean in.


"God damn Hibari-san." I muttered, carrying a large box of paper on my shoulder, Hibari's paperwork, to be exact.

"Too damn lazy to carry his own shit. First a bite-buddy, then a perch, then a launch pad! What next?! Dress me up in a frilly maid outfit and make me say 'Fukaku watashi wo kamimasu, onegai'?!"

The birds in the tree above me scattered as a loud, aggravated groan ripped from me.

I was meant to be in class, but the damned skylark had all but kicked the door in and dragged me out of the room.

Literally.

He grabbed my tie and just towed me out.

In front of everyone.

God damn.

I sighed, wondering why I even bothered anymore.

Knocking on the staff room's door, I handed off the box of paper, raising an eyebrow when the teacher squawked and yelled for another teacher's help.

It wasn't that heavy…

"I'll take my leave, sensei." I got out of there when they fell, not wanting to sort the paper again.

Standing out in the front path of the school, I took a deep breath and stretched, cracking my vertebra as I did. Reaching around, I thumped my back to try and mute an itch that hid beneath my binder, avoiding my nails through the thick material.

"Papa!"

What?

I yelped as I was bowled over, something catching me in the side and throwing me on my back.

Groaning, I rubbed the back of my head as I sat up, looking down at what had attacked me out of nowhere.

"What the hell?"

The first thing I noticed was the cow print shirt and the afro, then the horns and necklace. The young boy's arms were wrapped around my waist as he sobbed into my stomach, whining about Reborn.

Lambo Bovino, a 15 year old Lambo Bovino, was sobbing into my shirt.

"I am not okay with this."

Grabbing the bawling boy by his head, I tried to push him off, only for his grip to tighten and press his body closer to mine.

"Papa! Reborn's being mean to me again! Make him listen to me!"

I stilled, the familiarity of the title making me uneasy, especially since that hinted future interactions.

It's fine, maybe I baby sit him for the Vongola sometimes or something? Maybe he says it to piss me off? Maybe I look like his dad? It doesn't mean I do anything dumb in the future.

"Hey, who're you calling 'Papa'?! I don't know yo-"

I was cut off as a plume of smoke filled the air, the weight on my chest disappearing before being replaced by a much lighter one.

"Lambo-san didn't mean to break the plate! Waaa!"

Ah, the time limit must have expired.

Coughing, I waved away the cloud of smoke, the young Lightning coming into view as the particles dispersed.

I groaned when I saw his crying face, before frowning when I saw the small cut on his cheek. He has said something about a plate right? He must have gotten hurt then.

Maybe I could…just as an experiment?

Closing my eyes, I did a quick scan for Reborn's flame behind my eyelids. Finding none, I turned my attention to the teary little cow nursing his wound in my lap.

Carefully, I raised my hand, trying not to scare him, before letting two of my fingers gently prod the skin beneath the cut.

I was vaguely aware of Lambo quieting down as I focused on moving a controlled amount of flame from my core to the tips of my fingers, then carefully transferring it to the broken layers on skin on the boy's face.

Fix the capillaries, mend the nerves, sew the skin.

When the little sunshine flames dimmed and died away from my fingers, a victorious smile came to my face.

"How does that feel, sweetheart?" I asked, wiping away the beads of blood that didn't get taken back.

"Better. Thank you." He answered, a rare display of shyness taking place.

"That's good." I perked up when I remembered the little balls of grape flavoured sugar in my pocket.

"Here, have one."

Lambo's eyes lit up as I held out a small lolly for him, letting the little cow happily take the sweet and shove it into his mouth.

"Hey, what's your name?"

The young Lightning jumped to his feet, little pads digging into my thighs as he tried to stabilize himself to allow him to pose.

"I am Lambo from the Bovino Family! I am 5 years old!" He declared, words slightly muffled by the lolly in his mouth.

"Ah, nice to meet you Lambo-san. What are you doing in Nami-chu?" I asked, knowing full well he was after Reborn.

"Lambo was sent here to kill Reborn!"

Well then.

"Um, good luck with that. I guess."

"Lambo doesn't need luck!"

I know, you need a miracle.


I gave a yawn as I walked down the hall, students bustling past me as they ran to their friends' classroom to spend lunch with them.

Ryohei had been called to the staff room about something concerning his homework, nothing too serious, I hope. That however, left me to walk the halls absentmindedly to waste time and burn energy.

I lowered my hand when a familiar little boy came running, his eyes scanning the people in the hall as if trying to find someone.

When Takeshi's eyes landed on me, they flashed for less than a moment, before he came to a sudden stop before me, panting slightly.

"Hey Takeshi-kun, what's wrong?" I asked, giving a slight wave despite the proximity of the boy.

"I'm trying to find the nurse, she's not in the infirmary. Do you know where she is?"

I rolled over the question in my head, half of my mind going to where the nurse was, the other half going to the blurry timeline of the plot.

"Ah, I think she's in the staffroom, I saw her talking to the gym teacher." I answered out loud, my brain coming up with Bianchi's reveal.

"Thank you, shujin-kun!" He grinned, planting his lips on the corner of my jaw before taking off down the hall.

What?

What?

What!?

I brought a hand to my face and power walked down the rest of the hall, ignoring the coos and hoots sent my way by the rest of the hall.

My pocket buzzed as my phone went off, signalling a received text. Fishing it out, I flipped it open, skipping past the image of a grumpy Takeshi covering in flour to access the text.

From: Favourite Stalker

Your turn, shujin-kun ;)

Damn, my little fiancé.


"I'm sorry, what?"

"Yamaguchi-san, could you please supervise the first year's cooking class? Just for today! They're making cakes and pastries so you'll be fine!"

I stared up at the teacher in disbelief, Ryohei and the other students snickering at me from within the classroom.

Only in Namimori Middle, does a student get asked to teach a class.

Bloody hell.

"Yeah, sure. Do I go now or..?"

"Yes, please. They're in the third practical room, thank you Yamaguchi-san! We'll be sure to put this on your record!"

I watched the teacher jog away, the poor man's nerves frayed as he yelled into his phone.

Apparently, his wife had gone into labour at the start of class, and none of the teachers could take over, so here I am. The next best thing.

Raking my hand through my hair, I stuck my head back into my classroom and called out to the teacher. She waved me off and told me to collect my handouts off of Ryohei before the next lesson and blessed me with good luck before I bolted down the hall, hoping the girls hadn't tried to start without supervision.

How the hell was I gonna teach a bunch of girls? I don't know them well enough to try and be all buddy-buddy with them, it was bound to be awkward. What if they don't believe me when I tell them I'm taking over as supervising teacher? Argh!

I slowed to a stop in front of the door, the lack of noise coming from the room, probably the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. Taking a deep breath, I swallowed my nervousness before stepping in, making myself known by clearing my throat loudly.

"Eh? Ki-nii? Why are you here?"

I turned my attention to the call, blinking when my eyes landed on Kyoko and Hana through my lens.

Oh yeah, I hadn't taken my glasses off yet. Oh well, maybe it will make me look smarter?

"Sorry everyone," I started, calling the chatting girls attention. "Kenma-sensei had an emergency to attend to, but since you're all going to do pastries and cakes, he's put me in charge of your practice today."

The halved class of girls turned to each other and murmured things, before I had two questions targeted at me.

"What happened?"

"Why are you in charge?"

I smiled hesitantly and answered both truthfully.

"Ah well, Kenma-sensei's wife had actually gone into labour and he needed to be at the hospital for the delivery."

I flinched as the girls let out screams of approval, congratulating the long gone teacher.

"And, as most of you know, I am the baker's son. So I'm pretty well versed in this branch of cooking. There appear to be no other teacher that can come in on such short notice."

The class seemed to accept my explanation, moving to their bays with their partner of choice, recipes they printed from home in hand. I let them go about their business, only interrupting the class once to demonstrate the creaming method, before releasing them again.


|S.K|

Kyoko became giddy when she saw her other brother enter the classroom, taking control of the situation easily. He had yet to even walk entirely through the door and had already got the class in order, girls in their bays and the role in his hand, ready to mark.

Kyoko really did love her brothers, they we both so cool.

"Geez, he's so jumpy." Hana drawled, rolling her eyes.

"What? No, Ki-nii is the bravest person I know!" The young girl squawked, turning to her friend with a pout.

"C'mon Kyoko-chan, he's obviously nervous. I don't blame him, girls can be feral around a good looking boy. If he weren't already with Yamamoto-san, I'm pretty sure he would have torn apart." The long haired girl smirked, pulling her black locks into a ponytail upon Daiki's instruction.

"Okay girls, apparently you all have your own recipes to follow. Pick your partner and have at it, call for me if you need anything."

"Anything?" A classmate giggled, leaning on her bay top suggestively.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I'm already spoken for."

Kyoko gave a small laugh when she saw a good porting of the room deflate, pouts and complaints shared through the class.

"For those who don't know me, my name is Yamaguchi Daiki. Okay, respond to your name please. Abe-san?"

Abe gave a wave from the back corner of the class, the rest of the girls quieting down as they waited for their name to pass.

"Akane-san?"

"Please, call me Kana-chan. Yamaguchi-kun."

"Maybe when you start buttoning up the rest of your shirt, Akane-san."

The class let out a low 'ooooh' and laughed, Akane pulling her apron up a bit higher.

"Damn, he has no mercy, hey." Hana laughed, pulling out bowls and utensils.

"Ki-nii has always been appreciative of modesty." Kyoko breathed in response, grabbing the tray and walking with her to the centre table to collect their ingredients.

"Kurokawa-san?"

"Over here, Daiki-san."

Daiki gave her a nod before turning to the next girl on the role.

As Hana measured their flour, Kyoko turned her attention to the only boy in the room, a small smile coming to her face as she mused to herself.

Yamaguchi Daiki, despite the boy being eleven years late, Kyoko could barely remember a time where Daiki hadn't been in her life. As a child, she had been enamoured by the stories her brother told her about the adventures he and his mysterious friends went on during breaks and weekends, how he catered to her brother's rash and extreme nature, inherited by their father.

For years, Kyoko had pieced together an image of the boy from Ryohei's childish and basic explanations, slowly adding personality and appearance to the base in her mind.

Daiki was a source of escape for her, her mind running off as she imagined how she would meet the older boy. Perhaps they would meet at a grand ball, him asking her for a dance. Maybe they would fall in love, and then their identities would be revealed to one another! Each version was as fantastical and glittery as the last, making the young child swoon.

But the way they had met, was by far the greatest. And the scariest.

Kyoko didn't mean to cause so much distress, going with the two boys with the promise of seeing her brother. She didn't know the amount of pain that would follow, for both Ryohei and Daiki.

The confrontation had been harsh and brutal to their young minds, curses and fists thrown at each party by both sides. Ryohei being beaten by the two elder boys and just as it seemed like it was all over.

He appeared.

Daiki came running and protected them both, using strength that neither of them had to defend them.

Grass stained knees, scraped up elbows and bleeding from multiple places, Daiki turned to the two Sasagawa siblings, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. Despite his rough appearance at that time, Kyoko couldn't see anything other than her white knight. A noble man, come to save her and her brother from despair.

Kyoko would be embarrassed to admit, but for the next few years, she wrote out plans for her wedding with Daiki, how many kids they would have and what their house would look like. She dreamt of clichéd walks on the shore and fancy dinners by candle light, creating and reconstructing how he would propose and how old they would be when it happened.

Then Yamamoto Takeshi came into the picture.

When Ryohei had come home telling her about the boy, she had almost teared up, but managed to keep it in. She was jealous, she knew, and she didn't like the feeling. Kyoko had the good sense to keep a lid on her tantrum when her brother told her about Daiki going to a sleepover and the shift in his interactions with the other boy.

For a while, Kyoko didn't like Takeshi.

Then she saw Daiki's face when they were around one another.

The tanned boy always seemed to have some sort of trouble resting on his mind, a certain layer that stuck to his mentality and weighed him down, only really lifting around Ryohei.

Around Yamamoto, however, it was almost as if the layer was…washed away.

The chef's son had a presence that set Daiki's mind at ease and allowed his muscles to relax, whether they knew it or not. When their hands brushed, Daiki's eyes would clear and become alert, and when Yamamoto hugged him, he settled down, racing mind and surging body finally getting a chance to rest and take its time.

When Kyoko saw that, she willingly stepped down from her pedestal, instead taking up the role of younger sister. And you know what?

Kyoko watched as Daiki shifted his glasses, ready for her name to be called.

"Imouto?" He hummed, looking to her.

"I'm here, Ki-nii!"

She couldn't be happier.

|S.K|


"We're all done?" I asked, drying my hands as I surveyed the room.

A chorus of affirmatives rung through the class as they balanced their treats on plates, excited titters flying from person to person.

"Okay, in an orderly fashion, we're going to go upstairs and give some to the boys to try. Don't run, or you might drop them and we don't want that."

I opened the door and let them out before closing the door behind them, locking their bags and valuables in the room. Pocketing the keys, I walked to the head of the swarm, leading them to classroom containing the other half of their class.

"Now," I started, sliding the door open and addressing the small group of boys. "These lovely ladies were kind enough to make you lot some delicious cakes, be nice and take them with gratitude."

With that, I stepped aside and let the girls in, watching in amusement as they called for their crushes and friends.

"Daiki-kun!"

I let out a laugh as I caught Takeshi's hand when he approached, spun him with old knowledge from salsa class, and pushed him back to the crowd of boys.

"Sorry sweetheart, but today's about the girls. Enjoy your cakes." All of the smiles and waves I sent him didn't do any good to remove the pout on his face, before he turned to Tsuna and did a 180.

Turning my attention away from the boys, I focused on the girls, scanning them and their products proudly. A sudden shift amongst the crowd made me straighten slightly, a frown coming to my face when a flash of pink showed through the white and blue of the uniforms.

It took me a moment, but my mind came up with the answer.

Bianchi.

I thought about leaving her, and letting events take place as they were foretold, before a glance to Kyoko's excited face made me break.

She looked so happy, she was excited to give her intended the cake she worked hard to make.

I bit my lip, before walking out of the class and standing behind the group of girls. Reaching through them, I let my hand circle around Bianchi's bicep and fluidly pulled her out of the mass, thankful that she still held her poisoned cooking in her hand.

I had been fast enough. Good.

"What the-"

"Excuse me miss, but I do believe that you are trespassing, and unless you gave give me a visitors permit, I must ask you to leave." I cut her off, crossing my arms while keeping an eye on the cake in her hand.

"You. How did you see me?" She asked, taking a step back.

How did I see her?

"I just happened to be looking, I suppose." I shrugged, before dodging under the platter of purple flung at me.

Giving a cough, I covered my mouth and nose with my hand as the miasma rose from the plate, Bianchi already vaulting out a window.

Grunting in annoyance, I pulled out my phone and typed a text to Hibari quickly.

To: Cloud

Get the janitor in front of class 1-A quick. Intensive. Possibly corrosive.

Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I entered the class again, leaning against the door as I watched the happy scene.

It was a lot more tranquil than what would have happened, Takeshi surrounded by girls as he formed a cavity and Tsuna accepting the cake from Kyoko, blushing bright red.

"Lambo-san wants a cake!"

I looked down at the little cow, scooping him up before he could throw the room into chaos.

"Sorry sweetie, but all of the cakes have been given to someone."

Placing the boy on my hip, I laughed as he began to tear up, a pout on his face.

"But Lambo-san wants sweet things!"

"You want another grape lolly?" I asked, fishing one out.

"Yes! Yes! Lambo-san loves grape and candy!" He cheered, happily letting me shove a sugar ball into his mouth.

"Eh!? Lambo-san, why are you here!?"

Both Lambo and I looked to the call, the visage of Tsunayoshi standing in a strange, half jump stance greeting us.

"Oh, is he yours, Sawada-san?" I asked, accepting Lambo's outstretched hand with my pointer.

"No! I mean yes! Sort of!"

Raised eyebrows were traded through the room the young Vongola tried to make a proper sentence that didn't contradict itself, failing quite miserably.

I smiled when Kyoko let out a laugh, Tsuna deflating in defeat as Takeshi pat him on the back.

Yeah, a little change can't affect that much.


From: Favourite Stalker

Morning shujin-kun!

A small laugh left me as I read the text, before I quickly typed as response, dodging around a telephone pole.

To: Favourite Stalker

Do you not have practice today?

The reply was almost instantaneous, my phone going off seconds after I sent it.

From: Favourite Stalker

I do, I'm just texting you during a water break!

From: Favourite Stalker

Ah, gotta go! See you at school! ;D

I stared at the emoticon for a moment, before rolling my eyes and snapping the phone shut. Shoving it back into my pocket, I let my hand glance over my brass, before glancing up when a shadow was cast over me.

What the…

"Hello!"

"Ciaossu."

Nope!

I began to walk faster, my breath catching and my body coming to a stop when I felt a tug on my leg. Looking down, I let a growl rumble in my chest when I saw Leon transformed into a rope and wrapped around my ankle.

"It's that girl…"

"My name is Miura Haru."

I could hear her voice shaking as she tried to keep her balance, muscles straining to stop her body from swaying.

"I know. You follow us a lot when we're going to school."

"What is it today?"

"Um, will you be my friend?"

"Sure."

God damn, I didn't know humans could hit that pitch.

I rubbed my ear in irritation as I tried to pull my foot free, noticing Leon's face traveling down the line towards me.

"Yamaguchi Daiki, you've been standing there for a while."

Glancing over my shoulder, I sent the baby a passive glance, ignoring the screech that left the young Vongola.

"Hello Reborn-san, it seems that your strange pet has taken a liking to my foot."

Get him off, please.

"Eh!? Yamaguchi-kun!?"

My eyes snapped up at the yelp and my arms tensed when I saw Haru's body tilting dangerously, my own body moving forwards and catching her without my consent.

Wait…wasn't Haru meant to be able to do gymnastics…I DIDN'T NEED TO SAVE HER! STUPID BODY!

Glancing down at the girl in my arms, forcing a smile on my face to cover up my moment of stupidity.

"Miura-chan, are you okay?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

I stilled sharply when I saw the dazed expression on her face, a faint redness coming to her cheeks a she drew her hands to her chest.

Oh no.

Please no.

"Y-You can call me Haru-chan, Yamaguchi-kun." She murmured, glancing to the side.

Shit.

"Ah- Yamaguchi-san? Your foot is still…" Tsuna tried, hand raised half-heartedly as his body half deflated.

Same, Tsuna. Same.

"Reborn-san, can you release me?" I urged, happily taking my foot back when the baby hitman stroked Leon.

Carefully, I put Haru down and took a step back, watching as the girl jumped back into the plotted event.

"Ah, I know this seems a bit rushed, but can I squeeze you like this?" She asked, hugging herself tightly.

My eyes widened slightly when I saw Leon shift, his body morphing into his second most common form: a gun.

"Don't be so familiar with me. I'm a hitman, you see."

Hey, that would have rhymed in English.

Focus!

Tsuna's eyes latched onto mine, and I responded with a raised brow, watching in amusement as he fell into a state of panic.

"Hey, don't say that stuff in public-"

Hand!

Stepping up behind Haru, I gripped her wrist in a gentle hold, the sudden stop letting her fingers glance over the young Vongola's cheek.

Tsuna remained frozen as he looked up at the hand that had brushed his cheek, eyes locking on tanned fingers that circled a pale wrist.

"Now, now Haru-chan, there's no need for that."


|REBORN|

Reborn the Sun Arcobaleno, was not happy.

His student, Dame-Tsuna, had tried to harmonize with someone outside of his selection.

He had tried to harmonize, and had failed. Miserably.

Now, Reborn wasn't happy, but he wasn't angry. He wasn't angry, because the young Vongola had finally showed some promise.

He had tried to get to Yamaguchi Daiki.

A boy who had somehow managed to fly under the Mafia's radar despite his ability. His flame ability.

Reborn wouldn't admit it, but he didn't expect the boy to be so able in his control of his flames, being able to almost completely extinguish his flame when he felt harmonization!

Normal people don't feel harmonization, they feel attachment. The process of harmonizing tends to be subconscious, instinctual, neither Sky nor guardian was meant to be aware of the process until it had taken place.

And yet, the baker's son had stopped the Sky flames in its tracks and managed to avoid harmonization.

At first, Reborn thought something was wrong with the boy, the way his flame seemed to fluctuate randomly did not seem healthy. But after the display, it was revealed that the boy knew he had flames.

Now, how much did he know about them, that was one of the questions.

Another, was, can Tsuna do it again?

The rejection had been harsh, but not brutal, there had been worse rejections, which resulted in flames being permanently bruised, some even stunted.

If he could do it again, and gain the boy as one of his guardians, or at the very least an underling...Oh how would Reborn love to wave the little gem he found at the other Arcobaleno.

Then there was Sasagawa Ryohei, practically a carbon copy of the First Generation's Sun Guardian. His flame seemed to be constantly ignited, the boy constantly working to the 'extreme'.

The two sun flames worked so wonderfully, that it would be a waste to leave either of them, but at the same time…

Reborn glanced at the figure typing away at his phone, a few paces in front of them, before glancing at his student.

Tsuna kept glancing from the ground to Yamaguchi's back, clutching his bag as he tried to work up the courage to talk to the boy again.

Could Reborn manage to get either of them?

Yamaguchi had already rejected the Sky once, and Ryohei would definitely feel the hostility emanating from the boy's flame.

Ryohei would probably only go with Tsuna if Yamaguchi did, and Yamaguchi might just knock him off if he tried to harmonize again.

There was a careful balance that needed to take place, a certain measure that needed to be taken in order for either of them to become a guardian.

Reborn was all for Ryohei being the guardian, having the abilities of the First and the same pure drive, but Yamaguchi had his own tricks, his awareness of his flames and his strength making up for his lack of drive. Not to mention he was already in some sort of companionship with all of the current candidates.

But, of course, that all relied on Tsuna being able to try again with Yamaguchi.

"I'm a hitman, you see." Reborn said, displaying a transformed Leon to the civilian girl.

The baby hitman blocked out the dame's whining, instead attaching his eyes to the sudden movement that came from both Haru and Yamaguchi.

The elder boy grasped the girl's wrist carefully, his other hand coming to hover inches away from her stomach to keep her from moving forwards and advance on Tsuna.

"Now, now Haru-chan, no need for that." He drawled, keeping his face carefully blank when the girl rounded on him.

"Yamaguchi-kun? Why'd you stop me? He's horrible, tainting the poor baby's pure heart with his dirty nature!"

"How do you know it's his fault?" He asked, spinning her around.

As they began debating, Reborn noticed the subtle movement of their bodies, more specifically Yamaguchi's.

They were moving, just slightly, but they were swapping positions, making the boy closer to the Sky than the young girl was.

The baby hitman turned his attention to Tsuna, a smirk coming to his face when he saw the faint awed expression on the dame's face.

Hm, maybe they still had a chance.

|REBORN|


I groaned as I relaxed into my chair, another test over, and another score waiting to be presented.

"Wow, that was a hard one, but I think I got it TO THE EXTREME!" Ryohei whispered harshly, leaning towards me as the teacher began the next topic on the board.

"Yeah, so long as you remember to keep most of the answers as surds, it's easy." I agreed, glancing at him, before stalling.

Ryohei's face was frozen and his forehead began to gleam with sweat, the sound of his heart breaking auditable to the entire room.

"You…didn't keep it in surds. Did you?" I sighed, both our heads dropping in defeat.

"Yamaguchi-san, Sasagawa-san, care to share with the class?"

Ryohei and I froze, snapping our heads to the teacher, before ducking them and mumbling apologies, glancing at each other with matching hesitant smiles.

We cracked open our workbooks and began copying down formula, diagrams and examples, ignoring the snickers passed around by our less than sympathetic classmates.

Nudging the Sasagawa child with my elbow, I tapped the little kanji in the corner of my margin.

Study session?

He grinned before scribbling an answer down in his own lines.

EXTREME! Yours or mine?

I spun my pacer for a moment, thinking about whether Kaede would mind the company, before remembering she was going to be out until late.

Mine, kaa-san's not gonna be there though, so I'll cook dinner for us.

EXTREMELY!? Can you cook one of your Western dishes again?!

Sure, wanna try pasta this time?

"EXTREME!"

"Sasagawa-san, it seems that you know the answer then, please show the class."

Oh shit.

Glancing at the board, I quickly wrote down the answer and jammed the paper into Ryohei's book, hoping he'd take it with him.

He did, thank God.


|S.R|

Sasagawa Ryohei started in surprise when he saw the small answer wedged between the pages in his book, the way the x's were written hinted to just who had helped him.

The pale haired boy glanced over his shoulder, looking at his brother-from-another-mother, relief written clear on his face.

Daiki had always been there for him, saving his ass from his own stupidity and recklessness.

"Anytime now, Sasagawa-san. I can assure you, the answer isn't Yamaguchi-san."

Daiki rolled his eyes as the class fell into a fit of giggles, before sending him a thumbs up and a slight smile.

Ryohei grinned and turned to the board, grabbing a piece of chalk and wrote down the answer.

(x-3)(x+3)

"Uh, well done, Sasagawa-kun. You may sit down."

The Sun plonked his behind back down in his seat without hesitance, purposely bumping the older boy's arm with his elbow.

Daiki shifted, relaxing into his seat as the teacher continued to write down more examples, crossing his left leg so that his knee rested on Ryohei's thigh. This was their usual position during class, some part of their bodies touching, whether it be their arms, feet or legs.

The rest of their peers had got a kick out of it at the beginning, but once Yamamoto came into the picture, they settled down and started referring to them as their 'brOTP' whatever that meant.

Girls are weird, honestly.

Ryohei tapped his pacer against his paper as his eyes trailed down to the watch on Daiki's wrist, the taps going in time with the ticks.


"Sensei said we need to partner up, so you'll be my EXTREME partner!" A five year old Ryohei roared, pointing to the seated boy in front of him.

"I'd rather no-Hey!"

The Sun paid the boy no mind as he dragged him over to a little table, another pair already seated and discussing ideas.

The Sasagawa child forced the older boy to sit before dropping into the little chair beside him, leaning forwards excitedly.

"So, what did the teacher ask us to do again?!"

The boy before him placed his hand on his face, before sighing and going through the instructions again.

"Sensei told us to decorate a hat together, we have the paper, instructions, feathers and scissors here." He breathed, pointing to the pile dropped in the middle of the table.

"Okay! Let's get started, TO THE EXTREME!"

The blue haired boy groaned before collecting bits of everything for his self-proclaimed partner, his lip pulled into a slight frown.

"So, what do we want to make it look like?" He asked, turning to Ryohei.

"I have no EXTREME idea!"

"…" He stared at him blankly for a moment, before slumping, a little smile barely hidden by the shadow cover his face.

The young sun tilted his head when a splurge of unfamiliar noises came from the boy.

What on earth did 'he's so fucking cute' mean? Could you eat it?

"Okay, why don't we make a crown then?"

Ryohei's grin brightened, making the boy in front of him rub his eyes for some reason, before he nodded.

"Yeah! Yeah! We'll be EXTREME kings!"

"We're only making one hat." He sighed, pulling a piece of yellow paper from the pile.

"Eh? But that means one of us won't get a crown!"

The blue haired boy shrugged, grabbing some safety scissors, before patting the little Sun on the shoulder.

"It's fine, you can be the king."

The two boys fiddled with the paper, following the elder's plan for the design. It was simple, as expected of children their age, and more than a little messy, but Ryohei was proud of it.

"Wow, that's really good, Ryohei-kun, Daiki-kun." The teacher cooed, looking over their shoulder.

"TO THE EXTREME! So Daiki is your EXTREME name!" The Sun roared, leaning closer to the boy.

"Yes, Yamaguchi Daiki." He answered, leaning further away in response.

"I'm Sasagawa Ryohei, TO THE EXTREME!"

Ryohei blinked when Daiki's face jumped through a rainbow expressions, before slamming to a stop on carefully blank.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" He asked, reaching out to poke Daiki's cheek.

"Wow."

Ryohei reached out with both hands and squish both sides of the other boy's face, a grin spreading across again.

"Wow! Your cheeks are EXTREMELY soft!"

"Pwese wet go." He tried, hand coming to pry away Ryohei's.

Holding both of the pale haired boy's wrists in one hand, he pushed them to the table, before fitting the crown to the size of his head and walked off to get the paper stapled.

Ryohei watched quietly as a small team of children shifted to the side for the boy, shying away from his glance.

"Hey, Sasagawa-kun, why're you talking to him? He's weird." One of the boys from the pair sitting with them asked, leaning towards him as he shielded his mouth.

"Eh, what do you mean TO THE EXTREME!?" Ryohei asked, tilting his head.

"Ssssh! Don't yell, he'll hear us!" He whispered harshly, sending the blue haired boy a glance.

"He's really weird! He talks like my dad does, and he never smiles! Kaa-san says smiling is good, so he must be a bad!"

The little Sun glanced over to the boy and he couldn't help but be confused, squinting as he scanned Daiki's face.

"What are you talking about? He's smiling! It's obvious TO THE EXTREME!" He said, pointing to the boy standing at the teacher's desk, stapler in hand.

"Quiet! He'll hear you!"

Both boys turned their heads to Daiki to check that they were still in the clear, the boy from the other pair freezing, and Ryohei waving when they saw him staring at them with a flat expression.

"Here you go, Sasagawa-san." He said, propping the crown on his head.

Ryohei grinned, his hand coming to stabilise his crown as he watched Daiki clear their table, walking to the bin before turning his attention to the teacher who intercepted him. He tilted his head as the blue haired boy talked quietly to her, before frowning.

Yeah, Daiki was defiantly smiling. How could he not see it?

"Are you EXTREMELY sure he's not smiling?" Ryohei asked, nudging the boy.

He glances at the Sun before looking back at his half done hat, ignoring all of Ryohei's urging.


"Hey Daiki-kun! Let's play TO THE EXTREME!"

Daiki looked up from his book, an annoyed expression pulling at his face.

"You've been following me around for the past week, Sasagawa-san, what do you want?"

"I wanna be EXTREME friends!"

"No."

Ryohei crouched in front of him, a pout obvious on his face.

"Eh? Why not?"

The boy was about to say something scathing, before snapping his jaw shut and standing.

"I don't need to give you a reason." He said, walking off.

Ryohei watched him go, his brow frowning as his eyes latched on the tight grip Daiki had on his book, before a grin split his face.

"Yamaguchi Daiki!" He roared, making the boy, and everyone else in the playground, turn to him.

Ryohei pointed at him, squared his shoulders and spaced his feet, before continuing his declaration.

"By the end of the EXTREME year, you and I will be EXTREME friends! TO THE EXTREME!"


Every day after that, Ryohei would make a point of singling out the boy. Ambushing him at every turn and bend, going as far as hanging from the ceiling fan once to jump him when Daiki went to return a book to the shelf.

"Daiki-kun! Be my EXTREME friend!"

"Oh, for the love of lily pads – NO!"

Neither of them know when it happened, but at some point, they had started some sort of war that no one else was allowed to touch.

If a teacher asked Ryohei to stop annoying Daiki, the older boy would say they were playing, and if someone spoke badly about Daiki, Ryohei would come down on them like a ton of bricks.

They don't know when it started, but they ate together during breaks, Ryohei sitting a metre away, then an arm's length, then they were leaning on each other in their sleep.

First they were yelling, then they were harshly talking, then they were trading secrets into each other's ears, snickering at the other's expense.

Slowly they had integrated into each other's life and had moulded their actions around the other, accommodating each of their quirks and making up for shortcomings.

"We've got to go to elementary school next year, where are you going?" Daiki asked on the last day of school, sucking on his lolly.

"Namimori Elementary, where else?" Ryohei laughed, teeth clacking against his own sucker.

"Hm, same."

"Oh yeah, and Daiki-kun?"

"Yes, Sasagawa-kun?"

"I win."


"Oi, Ryohei-kun! Stop looking at me like that, I'm getting the creeps." Daiki scowled, pressing his workbook to Ryohei's face.

"Aw c'mon Daiki-kun, my face is EXTREMELY good looking!"

"Ah, that must be why you haven't ever had a girlfriend in your life."

"Low blow, Daiki-kun. Low blow."

"You two!"

Both of the boys jumped and sat back straight, heads down and scribbling equations into their books.

"Sorry, sensei!" They yelped, grimacing when they both got taps on the head from a book.

"Partners in crime, you two, I swear." The teacher sighed, before going back to his desk.

Daiki and Ryohei glanced at each other before snickering, their hands flying to their mouths as they tried to write legibly.

Oh, if only he knew.

|S.R|


I yawned as Ryohei and I walked from the classroom, just barely dodging a detention.

"So, we head over to my house and have dinner?"

"That's the EXTREME plan!" He roared, clapping me on the back.

Stopping for a moment, I noticed my pocket buzz with my phone going off.

"Hey, Ryohei-kun, stop for a sec. Someone's calling me – Hello?"

"Ah, hi shujin-kun!"

"Oh, hey Takeshi-kun. What's up, you got your score yet?" I asked, moving with Ryohei to the gates.

"Yeah, about that actually…I failed."

My pause made my partner stop as well, before he signalled that he was going to talk to Kyoko and ran off at my nod.

"I got 20%! More than last time!"

"Takeshi-kun…20% isn't all that great, still." I sighed, glancing around at the flow of students.

"I know, but I have to retake the test tomorrow! So, can you and I have a study session?"

Oh damn.

"I'm actually having Ryohei-kun over tonight – give me a sec." Turning away from the phone, I looked to where the Sun was standing and hollered loudly.

"Oi Ryohei-kun! Do you mind if Takeshi-kun comes!?"

He paused for a moment before nodding and shouting: "HE'S EXTREMELY WELCOME!"

"Yep, you can come. He's fine with it, we were just gonna study anyway." I said into the phone.

There was silence for a moment, the faint breathing the only thing that told me that the Rain was still on the line.

"Okay, I'll come around a bit later. See you then, love you!"

I stood quietly stunned as the line cut off, the deep constant beeping going off in my ear.

"Oi, Daiki-kun? What's EXTREMELY wrong?" Ryohei asked, leaning around to look at my face.

"He…He said 'love you'…"

"YOU'RE EXTREMELY BLUSHING!"

"Shut up."


Ryohei and I sat on the floor, leaning back on the couch as we watched another episode of Doraemon on the television.

Taking a synchronised sip of juice, we let out a sigh before waiting for the opening to finish.

"I remember this being more engaging." I muttered.

"WHAT EXTREME MACHINE IS THAT?!"

Looking at Ryohei with a flat expression, I watched as he leaned closer to the screen completely engrossed in the show meant for children.

"EXTREME! VOICE CANDY!" He roared, throwing his hands up.

I sat in silence as the sticky liquid rained down on me, my white shirt slowly turning orange and see through.

This, kids, is why we wear undershirts.

"…"

"I'm gonna have a bath." I sighed, before punching the boy in the side, his body crumbing to the floor as he wheezed out an apology.

Grabbing a bundle of clothes from my room, I slipped a spare binder between the layers before grabbing a towel and walking into the bathroom. Dropping my stuff on the toilet seat lid, I got the shower running before dropping my pants and shedding my first shirt.

I heard the harsh thumps of footsteps before the bathroom door was flung open, Ryohei standing in its wake with a huge grin on his face, arms crossed and feet spaced.

"DAIKI-KUN! LET'S TAKE A BATH TOGETHER!"

Holy mother of Jesus!

"Ryohei-kun," I started, looking at him as my face slowly darkened into a glare. "Cover that up, before I cut it off."

"But Daiki-kun! We're both EXTREME men, so it doesn't matter! Besides, they do it in manga all the time!" He declared, putting his hand on his hips.

Eyes up, Daiki. Don't subject yourself to that hell.

"Wait…what manga are you reading?" I asked slowly, suspicion bubbling to life.

"A friend of our Imouto gave her a manga for her birthday this year! It was about two EXTREME friends and how they bonded! A lot!" He let out a hearty laugh as he threw his head back.

How should I break this to him…?

"Ryohei-kun, by any chance, did one of the two friends have an extremely defined jaw and was significantly more masculine than the other?"

Let's go with the classics, shall we?

"EXTREME! Are you a mind reader Daiki-kun?!"

"No! Stop! Don't come closer-just-just stay over there!"

"But Daiki-kun!"

"Put some clothes on TO THE EXTREME!"

BANG!

"Now where was I…Ah yeah-"

Holy mother of Jesus! What the hell?! Ah! My eyes! My soul! No!

"I feel violated." I muttered, slumping against the door, my hand coming up to lock the door three times, just to make sure.

Moving away from the door, I stripped off the last white shirt, before I began the true fight.

Getting the binder off.

Pray for me.

Wait, Kyoko reads yaoi?!


|Y.T|

Yamamoto Takeshi hummed to himself as he walked back to his home, intent on telling his father his plans for the evening and take some sushi to his fiancé's house. He had hoped it would just be the two of them, but it's common knowledge that you had to get their significant other's friends to like you as well to make the relationship work!

"And besides, shujin-kun promised to marry me as long as I don't move on." The young Rain laughed quietly, before pausing when he saw the familiar visage of his friend ahead of him.

Tsuna always had something new and interesting going on around him, something always ready to get Takeshi's blood pumping and his mind racing. That made the young Rain follow after him, the desire for the strange and dangerous constantly being peaked as more and more days past in his company. His friendship, and the others that came with it, was a welcome bonus to the thrill he experienced.

What would happen if two strangers came together?

Takeshi thought back to class and smiled when he remembered the boy was much in the same boat as him, required to take another test.

His Daiki wouldn't mind…

"Yo, Tsuna-san!" The young Rain called, tapping the smaller boy on the shoulder, making him turn.

"Do you want to the homework together? It'll be a lot faster, the more people there are!"

"Yeah, sure!" Tsunayoshi agreed, perhaps a little too quickly.

"Then let's do it at our house."

Both first years sent each other confused glances before scanning the area for the noise, eventually focussing on the plants next to them.

Takeshi managed to keep his expression the same when a familiar baby emerged from the ground, turning to face them through foliage.

"Yo!" He greeted, smiling as interesting things took place, just as he had wanted.

"Why are you choosing where we do our homework?!" Tsuna asked, crouching slightly.

"Because I'm your tutor."

"Ah, actually," The smiling Rain started, raising his hand to draw attention to himself. "I have an upperclassmen who is willing to help us, and was going to go to their house."

"Oh? And who would that be?" The little baby asked, looking up at the tall teen.

"My fiancé, Yamaguchi Daiki!"

"Eh!? Fiancé!?" Tsuna's jaw dropped as he stared at the young Rain with wide eyes.

Reborn became quiet for a moment, before Leon transformed into a phone, letting him send the new arrangements to Gokudera.

"Very well then, I've invited Gokudera-san. He'll meet us at the bakery."

Takeshi grinned, suddenly wondering if Daiki would really mind the sudden influx of people coming to his house.

"I wonder if Daiki-kun will get mad at me…" He muttered as Tsuna started to yell at Reborn, before shrugging.

"Nah, he loves me too much."

|Y.T|


"Yes! Finally!" I hissed harshly, throwing my hands up in victory.

With my binder finally back on, I shuffled over and pulled on a dark blue shirt, before throwing my legs through a pair of track pants, pulling the string tight.

I sighed as I walked back into the living room, Ryohei, thankfully dressed, laying on his stomach on the floor, having a deep conversation with Mephisto.

"I wonder if you can understand us. What do you see, Miphy? Dogs can only see in black and white, right? Does that feel lonely? Having no colour in your life?" He sighed, before slowly drawing his finger to Mephisto's nose with a quiet 'boop'.

He must have grabbed some his clothes that he leaves in my room a lot, always forgetting to take them home after a sleepover. His uniform replaced by a white, long sleeved shirt and grey, baggy pants.

A slight smirk came to my face as I made a large arc around him, keeping my feet light until I was just behind the young Sun and took a deep breath.

"SASAGAWA RYOHEI!"

"YES! KAA-SAN!?"

I bit my lip when we made eye contact, snickers falling from them as his eyes slowly narrowed into slits.

"Daiki-kun?"

"Yes, Ryohei-kun?" I responded, stuttering hisses escaping as laughs.

"You made an EXTREMELY big mistake."

"Ah that reminds me, you're kinda small." Was my answer, pointing southwards.

"DAIKI-KUN!" He roared, leaping at me.

"And that's the door!" I laughed, dodging under his attack and running out of the room.

Rubbing my hair with my towel, I called out that I had heard as I approached the door, opening it as I let the fluffy material fall around my neck.

"Hey Takesh- shit."

I stared at the three other males standing in my door, each of them wearing different expressions.

"Eh? Yamamoto-kun, did you multiply TO THE EXTREME?" Ryohei asked, coming up from behind me.

"No, no! Tsuna-san needs tutoring as well, and Gokudera-kun is really smart so he could help! You don't mind, do you Daiki-kun?" Takeshi asked, clapping his hands together and leaning forwards.

"No, I suppose not." I deadpanned.

I care immensely.

"C'mon in, we haven't started yet." I called, stepping out of the way.

"Sorry for the intrusion." They muttered, before the young Rain turned to me.

"Hey Daiki-kun, where's Kaede-kaa-san?"

"Kaa-san is gone until late, I have no idea when she's coming back." I shrugged before closing the door behind them.

"Ah yeah! Gokudera-kun, I haven't introduced you yet!"

I was just about to correct the younger boy, when he grabbed me and wrapped himself around my arm.

"Gokudera-kun, this is my husband, Daiki-kun!"

"HUSBAND!?"

A sigh escaped me, before I nodded to the silver haired teen, submitting to the young Rain's will.

"Hello again, little one." I breathed, before petting Takeshi's head and parting from the group the clear the coffee table.

"So," I started, everyone sat down and their books out. "Takeshi-kun here tells me that two of you have to retake a test. Am I correct?"

"Y-yeah." Tsuna deflated, looking down at his paper.

"Okay then, what's the topic, and what do you have trouble with?"

"Algebra, and most of it." Takeshi laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Same for me."

Ryohei and I glanced at each other before shrugging, Ryohei rummaging through his bag for his plethora of notes as I motioned the boys to come closer.

"Okay, show us your books, we'll work fro-" My jaw clicked shut when I saw both their books, the boys fidgeting at my sudden silence.

"Takeshi-kun, less game plans, more diagrams. Sawada-san, less doodling, more writing." I stated simply, taking a certain joy in how they flinched.

I flipped through their books, reading between their scribbles to scan their limited copying and exercises. Shutting them both, I stood from the table and walked into my room.

Rummaging through a box under my desk, I pulled two thick grid books out and moved back to the living room, dropping them in front of the two children.

"Use these from now on, you've damaged the others beyond repair. You should never draw on thin paper with white board marker, or permanent marker." Their heads ducked as I dropped back next to Ryohei, who was snickering.

"Hey! You have no right to say that to the Tenth!" Gokudera snapped, standing sharply.

I let a frown fall onto my face, leaning back on my hands to look at him lazily.

"Careful, little one, you're in my territory now."

"He's right you know, a Mafioso should always be wary in other's territory."

Oh God, sure Reborn, turn this into a Mafia lesson.

"Eh? Where's that come from TO THE EXTREME!?" Ryohei roared, his head snapping to every angle.

Glancing around, I watched the others look for the baby hitman in equal confusion.

"Mafioso?" I asked, a little sadistic flicker coming to life when Tsuna paled exponentially.

"Uh-that! He doesn't mean Mafioso-Mafioso, he means-ah!"

"We're playing this Mafia roleplay game a lot, and Tsuna-san's the Boss!" Takeshi laughed, throwing his thumb over his shoulder at the young Vongola.

"Oh?" I breathed, sending Tsuna a glance before smiling.

"Sounds like fun."

"Do you wanna join?" He asked, leaning towards me.

Oh GOD no!

"No thank you, Takeshi-kun."

"Ah, Daiki-kun, can we talk about how your house is EXTREMELY haunted!?" Ryohei urged, yanking at my sleeve.

"Really Ryohei-kun, are you still scared of ghosts?"

"Hey! You're the one who made me scared of them! TO THE EXTREME!"

"It was one Goosebumps episode, it wasn't even one of that really scary ones!"

"The amount of time it has taken to find me is quite worrying, maybe I need to step up your training, Tsuna-kun."

"HIEEEEEi! Please no!"

Letting out a long sigh, I closed my eyes and searched.

When the hell…?

Standing carefully, I grabbed the television and pulled, the large box sliding along the wall as if it were on wheels, revealing Reborn seated in the wall.

"Reborn-san, why are you in my wall?"

"I'm Tsuna-kun's tutor."

I stared at him, my face deadpanned, before sighing a stepping to the side, letting him jump out of the hollow and land on the couch.

"When in other's territory, a Mafioso should respect the Boss of that place, even if they themselves is a Boss. It's common courtesy. That being said, you shouldn't accept blatant insult, and uphold your image." Reborn lectured, seating himself down.

"Sure…" I muttered before turning back to the students at the table.

"Let's get started then, shall we?"


I read Takeshi's work and sighed, handing him back the paper with a smile as I adjusted my glasses.

"If you managed yourself better you'd be an amazing all-rounder, Takeshi-kun."

Tsuna had been literally slumped over the same question for roughly three minutes, half of the working done for the first one.

"It's pretty easy, after I read the textbook. I don't get question seven though."

"Hahaha! You're still an idiot, Yamamoto-san! Right, Tenth?"

The little sound he made when he saw Tsuna's face made me suck on the back of my teeth to hold in a laugh, his own expression adding to the scene.

"I don't even care about the seventh, I don't get most of these."

"Uh…Show your power by solving question seven in no time!"

Ryohei and I shared a glance, our own homework sitting in our bags completed and self-marked, leaving us to the mercy of year 7 maths.

As Tsuna rattled off the question, I slowly pieced together the scene taking place as told by the paper, a frown slowly stretching when it rung bells.

That doesn't make sense…why would…

"Hey, you three are all in the same class right?"

"Yeah." Takeshi nodded, the other boys pausing their melt down.

"Who teaches you the core's?"

"Ah, Nezu-sensei. Why?" The young Vongola asked, lowering his paper.

Oh, okay then.

"It's a trick question."

"Huh!?" They yelled, leaning forwards.

"There's no way you can mathematically work that out. That sort of question brings a whole bunch of physics and other too complicated stuff into account. The only real answer you could give is they're glued or they're being held together by something, and even then, that's just in theory." I shrugged, taking a sip of juice, Ryohei's on the other side of the table.

"Nezu-sensei likes to make it obvious who is smart and who is falling short by throwing in these sorts of questions, but man, that's a hard one."

Yeah, hard enough that I wouldn't have been able to 'figure it out' without having watched the series and had Reborn explain it to me. Because, let's be real, there's no way that's a real question. Well, at least I sound smart.

"Well, in that case, I'm done!" Takeshi grinned, scribbling down 'not possible', before folding the sheet and sliding it into the book I had given him.

"Good, help Sawada-san out- don't use onomatopoeia, please sweetheart." I sighed, standing up and cracking my back before dropping my glasses on the table.

"I'll get dinner started, Ryohei-kun, make sure they don't break anything."

"You got it."

Humming, I walked into the kitchen, before letting out a groan.

"They're everywhere."

"Oh, hello again. I've just finished making everyone snacks." Bianchi said, holding a plate of rather hostile looking biscuits.

"Ryohei-kun, clear the couch!" I called, before letting her pass, the sound of Gokudera collapsing obvious as the room broke out into chaos.

"Jesus, now I have to make the pasta well, I've got some real deals here." I sighed, before grabbing a pot out from a cupboard and starting the process.

I slipped on my mother's floral apron and rolled up my sleeves, the sounds of hell only a little worrying as they resounded from the room behind me.

As long as they don't break anything.

"Haru is here to save Reborn-chan from you dirty boys!"

CRASH!

"I have EXTREMELY failed you, Daiki-kun!"

BANG-RIP!

"Again…"

I hate the Mafia.


I dare you all to put "Fukaku watashi wo kamimasu, onegai" into google translate.

I dare you.

The first |REBORN| was written by ThePlotbunnyBreeder, give 'er some love!

LeNoRi, over and out!