ezcap1st: Well, my logic was 'if any fangirls think it's cute, then a female lizard ought to find it cute'. I've been going under that chain of thought for a while, and I'm sure a few Dino fans got a kick out of that transformation, so it'd work on an horny girl lizard. Saruko: Haha, watch your language there, but thankyou. Saruko again: Adult Reborn, huh? I guess that'd count as 'sexy' on it's own, but Dino and Yamamoto are hoping for something more embarrassing to happen when he's shot. Doodle808: Well, it was just kissing, but I've still bumped the rating to a T with further scenes in mind, thanks for reminding me about that. Gokudera's hero-worship is played for laughs a few times, but that's all I'll do; that's not a pairing I'm into, to be honest. Oh, and if I shoot Gokudera, I have to shoot Yamamoto sooner or later, don't worry. Torataro: Thanks for the review, will do. I-Kill-U-For-Yaoi: I wonder if you talk like that in real life... SniperKingSogeKing0341: I think you're the only Ryohei fan here, unfortunately. But don't worry, I want to do more with him still~ Boo I scare you: Haha, thanks. I'm trying to be creative with these bullets, make them last. I never actually expected people to want Tsuna shot so badly... I'm considering changing the ending of this fic as a result. iEXIST: I personally despise the twin fetish, being a twin myself, but I figured you guys would enjoy. How could I bring the future Varia into it? O.o I think you might have to make do with regular-age Varia, unless I get them into an omake. Lulu-ichigo: Hopefully you can't tell, but I've never liked twincest :P But I'm catering to all audiences here, and it is fun trying to think of more bullet ideas. Hopefully I can continue surprising you ^.^ uchihafan32: Glad you found my story~


Tsuna rubbed his fists against his temples, concentrating on his breathing. Breathe in. Gokudera was currently arguing against himself, trying to decide which one of them would go to school. Breathe out. Mukuro was teasing Lambo again, judging by the explosions and 'kufufufu's' emanating from upstairs. Breathe in. Yamamoto and Dino- Diana now- were idly discussing when the fourth Moe Bullet would appear at the kitchen table, wondering best how to tackle the crazed Arcobaleno next week. They were still set on shooting him, despite how badly it messed things up yesterday...

Breathe out. Chrome was checking on Ryohei's wounds, having become a make-shift nurse for the household while she was here. She was trying to talk him out of fighting Adelheid, but his only compromise was to wait a day or two while stocking up on energy bars before having another battle. Breathe in. He still needed to go to school today, and pretend nothing was wrong...

"Did you guys decide which one is coming? We're gonna be late," mentioned Tsuna, rubbing his hands together awkwardly.

"Ah, sorry Tenth!" came both replies. The Gokudera's scowled at each other, obviously unable to come to an agreement. It was a little strange seeing two silver-haired punks arguing like this in his living room. They seemed to be identical on the inside, both arguing over who got to stay at the Sawada house last night.

"Why can't you both go home?" the young Vongola Decimo had wondered, looking at his crowded house. "It's not like you live with anyone who you'd have to explain this to; there should be plenty of room."

"But this guy's pissing me off!" the Smoking Bomb's had declared, pointing with their thumb and jerking a chin towards the other. "Besides," the Gokudera on his left had begun, "it's too risky to be alone together, I'd say," his doppelganger finished.

"Um, what do you mean?" Tsuna asked, head swinging between the two as if he was following a tennis match. It was confusing when they finished sentences for each other.

"Like this!" Haru had announced, leaping up from the couch as she violently shoved the nearest Gokudera. Panic struck his face in the second he moved before colliding with the other Storm Guardian.

"Oh..." Tsuna's pupils shrunk as he saw exactly what was so worrying. The moment the Gokudera's touched each other, they had begun feeling each other up, hands wrapped around their twin torsos, one hand under another Gokudera's shirt. The moment lasted about five excruciating seconds before they snapped out of it, leaping away from each other again. The room was silent as everyone realised what they had just seen.

"Hahaha!" Yamamoto had burst into laughter, joining Haru's giggling which broke the spell.

"So..." Tsuna searched for the right words. "Everytime you two touch you... do that?"

"The boob-lady explained it, kinda," Haru looked at him with a massive smile on her face as she spoke, the kind of grin a James Bond villain might wear before announcing their plan to take over the world. "She said it was twin incest, which is a fetish!"

"Is, is that so..." Tsuna felt his life slowly sweating out the back of his neck. He supposed he should just be grateful Hibari or Mukuro hadn't been shot with that specific bullet- the damage would be unimaginable.

"Actually, I think I see how that might be a fetish," Diana had remarked slyly, looking at the twin Hayato's with her hand below her chin, expression thoughtful. Don't say anymore! Stop there!

And so, at the Gokudera's not-unreasonable urging, Tsuna asked his Mama if Gokudera could stay over for a little while while his apartment was being repaired (from an alligator attack, which was somehow the first cover story to enter Haru's mind). He still remembered the expression on her face when he mentioned another guest- it made him sick to think about it. Mama had smiled almost straight after and said yes, provided he could help with the chores, but he knew she wasn't okay about the state of things.

These bullets hadn't done anything to attract another lizard, as far as he knew- all they were doing was making life hard for his mother... Tsuna berated himself for letting the Mafia even remotely affect her life. Their household had climbed from two to six people a few months ago, with the arrival of Lambo, I-pin, Bianchi and Reborn. But at least they were relatively easy to care for, the latter two helping around (and cooking) like they ought to, the other two just children. He couldn't say the same for his latest guests; even the considerate Yamamoto had accidentally broken his roof open fighting Reborn, and Mukuro was far more trouble then he was help. But he couldn't just throw his friends out into the street at night, so the injured Ryohei and Yamamoto had stayed over last night, along with Chrome and Diana (too embarrassed over their bullets to head to their own 'families'), Mukuro and one Gokudera.

Twelve. Twelve people living in a house used to two. The food bills and shower line in the morning was the least of their problems, seeing how every single guest was capable of blowing up the building by accident (and one practically tried to, considering how many grenades he'd hidden in his curly hair). Regardless, they had spent a busy morning getting ready, and it was finally time to leave for school.

"Rock! Paper... Scissors!" Gokudera B pumped his fist, grabbing their school bag to Gokudera A's chagrin.

"So, you finally decided?" Yamamoto asked, grinning with bemusement as the two had fought. Both Gokudera's instinctively chose rock every single time, leading to half-a-dozen tied matches at first.

"Shut up, baseball idiot," retorted the remaining Gokudera. Both were in an even worse mood then usual with the taller boy, even though he swore it was an accident he'd tripped and pushed a Gokudera, sending the guy hurtling down the stairs, through the kitchen, and into his twin, where they started passionately making out for another few seconds. Complete accident.

"Anyway, school guys!" Tsuna hurriedly interrupted the fight between the two (three?) of them, wishing they could get along better. Yamamoto merely laughed, heading out.

"Thanks for having me for the night! Oh, and say thanks to your Mama and Chrome, for the soup and bandages!" Bowing slightly, the cheerful Rain Guardian left, sliding door closing behind him with a clack. Ryohei had already left- morning jogs were important to maintain, no matter what your condition- so that just left Tsuna and Gokudera to go. Tsuna was hoping between them they could figure out a way to deal with all of this, but it didn't seem likely...

Tsuna passed on Yamamoto's message as he said his goodbyes as well, awkwardly embraced by the smiling blonde that used to be Dino.

"Um, were you always so... huggy?" Diana cocked her head to the side at this.

"Of course! I've always liked hugs, silly."

"Um, right..." Tsuna's face felt hot. "I'll be going now!" He ran out of the house, unsure what he could possibly say in this situation. Poor Dino...

Diana turned her head to the side, eyeing Chrome as they waved her boss out of the doorway.

"You need some new clothes."

"Eh? No it's fine, really," the violet-haired girl stammered.

"Don't be silly!" Diana tugged at her shirt, which proved itself to be very tight. Diana had only shrunk a few inches, but Chrome was now taller then her. The illusionist was easily a C-cup, and her thighs definitely had more of a curve to them now... Diana felt weirdly jealous looking at her legs. "Well, it must be uncomfortable borrowing Bianchi's clothes all the time. Come on, let's go shopping!"

Chrome looked at the (woman? Man? Trans-gendered shemale?) person next to hernervously. It was a pretty normal thing for a girl to want to go shopping, she guessed, but it still felt weird.

"C'mon!" The Bucking Horse insisted, pulling her away at her arm. "I'm still in my boy clothes from yesterday, so I need someone to help me out. I'm used to suits; I have no idea what size I am or anything. I'll buy you some better clothes as well?"

"Sure..." Chrome gave up, receiving another violent hug as thanks. She could be stuck like this for as little as one more day- or anywhere up to twelve days from now- so some shirts that fit wouldn't hurt. She'd forgotten that Dino was a multi-millionaire, having fixed the financial problems of a large Mafia family single-handedly. So having him (or her? This hurt her head) buy a few extra outfits probably meant nothing to Diana. Dino. Gah.

"Right, let's getting going then!" Diana ran up to her room, already looking for her her wallet.

"Ah, right away?" Chrome fidgeted, hands in front of her chest. "We'll be giving you some quiet then, ma'am," she told Tsuna's mother, a small part of her wondering if she had to ask permission to go out.

"That's fine, please have fun," she smiled warmly. In a few seconds those two were gone as well, leaving the kitchen empty for the first time in days. Sinking into a chair, she only had Mukuro the butler and the usual children to look after- that wasn't so bad.

"That's funny," she wondered, sipping a tea slowly. "I don't remember making Yamamoto-kun soup yesterday."


Tsuna sighed, resting his arms on the railing. He looked across at the rest of the school grounds far below him, the wind messing up caramel hair. Things were insane. He'd barely even felt shocked at Gokudera's twin thing, after all the hell he'd been through lately. It wouldn't be so bad, but this was like his initial adventures in the Mafia- there was no one to blame, no enemy to focus on. It was just... happening to him.

"I have no idea if we'll ever find another lizard to end this... I feel bad, but Leon must feel worse," he sighed. Enma nodded in sympathy, gaze out towards the track field below them. Tsuna had told him everything about the last few days, in search of someone who would understand his problems. The only thing he'd hidden was the 'rival Mafia family with a crazy girl shooting them', which had of course been Shimon themselves.

"To think it started here, when Reborn shot Hibari-san..." Tsuna muttered. As if on cue, the door leading back indoors slammed open, metal hinges screeching.

The raven-haired, cold-eyed leader of the Disciplinary Committee stepped outside, jacket on his shoulders rustling with the wind.

"Hi-Hibari-san!" Tsuna jumped, Enma tensing alongside him.

"Hn," the boy's lips barely moved as he stared them down across the entire roof. No one said a thing, hesitant and still to see what he was there for. Did Hibari want them to leave? Did he have something to say to Tsuna? The Vongola-leader-to-be gulped, remembering the last time he'd seen Hibari.

Suddenly exploding back to regular size, in nothing but a diaper and Mukuro's lap, he'd seen red as he tried to kill the spiky-haired illusionist. That was probably Hibari's way of getting over his embarrassment. Mukuro hadn't been able to come home until late last night, covered in bruises. Hibari, on the other hand, looked perfectly fine... So scary.

"Herbivore," the Cloud Guardian spoke up.

"Erm, which one?" Tsuna asked, babbling slightly in his worry. Thankfully, he was ignored.

"I recall the last week," Hibari stated. An awkward silence crossed the school rooftop, extending all the way up to the small clouds on the blue sky above them. He remembered... everything? As in becoming a baby, how he acted as a baby, snuggling up to Tsuna as a baby, demanding to sleep in the same room as Tsuna as a baby, diapers changed and fed, all as a baby? Tsuna felt weak.

"Despite your... temporary advantage..." Hibari began, looking away. He wore a more fierce and furious glare then usual, but it didn't quite match his words. "You did not take advantage of the opportunity."

"Opportunity? Temporary advantage?" Tsuna had no idea what he was talking about, as evident on his face.

"The Disciplinary Committee extends it's gratitude." His eyes were hidden under his hair as the boy glared even more at them, before turning on his heel and leaving.

"Wha- what was that about?" Tsuna pulled at his hair, wondering if he'd upset Hiabri-san somehow. That was the last thing he needed...

"Hahaha!" A rare smile from Enma, as he chuckled at the expression on his friends face. "He was thanking you."

"WHAT? No, nonononononononono, no." Tsuna waved his hands across, sure he'd gotten the wrong idea. "Hibari-san doesn't thank people!"

"He doesn't normally turn into a baby and depend on someone, either," Enma pointed out softly.

"Huh..." Tsuna leant back on the railing, considering it. Hibari... thanking someone? No, that was just him being hopeful.

As soon as he thought the word hope, he felt depressed again...

"I just... I feel alone when it comes to this lizard-thing. The other's just treat it like a game, going out trying to shoot Reborn or get their own Sexy bullet. I know it's not like it's life-or-death, but this could really mess things up... What if there's still two Gokuderas, and- and- and a cross dressing Lambo, during the inheritance ceremony? I haven't even decided what I'm going to say, and haven't been able to think about it yet..." Tsuna slumped forward, wondering what to do. The ceremony was just over a month away.

Enma remained silent, letting him finish.

"But even when all of that crazy stuff was happening, and I fought battles, Reborn was on my side. This time he's the one causing a lot of the trouble," the brunet frowned. "I understand, in a way... I mean, to be stuck in a babies body, and suddenly have the chance to mess with everyone and change their bodies, it must feel good. Combined with him normally being crazy and sadistic, it's kind of to be expected... but that still doesn't make it okay for him to cause so much trouble!" Enma nodded in agreement, red eyes calm and sympathetic. He'd had plenty of unconventional times in the Mafia as well, it seemed.

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"I..." Tsuna paused, unsure what to say. He really hadn't thought that far ahead. But if he wanted to see his Mama relax properly, and really bring things back to normal, he had to be the one to do something. Not his friends. Not Reborn. Tsuna.

"I have to stop Leon's mating season if I want Mama to be happy," he murmured. The realisation hit him like a sack of bricks. No longer would he just react to each bullet, reeling from discovery to surprise; he would take charge. Could he do it? No- no time for more doubt. His Mama was counting on him, even if she held a brave smile.

"How?" Enma turned to him, head tilted in curiosity. That single word seemed to loom over Tsuna, demanding from him. What could he do?

"Enma-kun, please hand me your phone," Tsuna's voice was resolute, prepared for the worst. The bandaged boy handed it to him wordlessly, watching as Tsuna called a number.

"Hello, Adelheid? It's Tsuna. We... we need to talk again."

To be continued~


A/N: Tsuna's determination is clear and bold now, like the Lightning Ring I wore when writing this!

Ah, moving towards a plot-like structure now, instead of Tsuna just reeling from the after-effects of each bullet. Look forward to it! Also, check out Burnt Caramel Midi's KHR stories, since I bug her with ideas and beta help most weeks. Every favourite and review is loved~ Now, onto the omake.


Omake – the Dying Farm Bullet 2

Tsuna was now a little bunny,

something the others found quite funny.

Chrome from down the road had to cuddle every day;

he was too cute to stay away from, sweeter then honey.

One day he went to the lake, playing with Irie,

who'd become a duck, now able to swim and fly.

While there they ran into an strange person-

emotionless like a robot, he'd never laugh or cry.

The boy's name was Fran; was he the third shot by Reborn?

A giant frog hat sat on his head, as he crouched on a log.

Eyes still, he explained this was how he was;

Reborn hadn't shot him, he was just part frog.

The others laughed and invited him to play,

however, Fran told them no.

He saw Byakuran coming and started to hop away-

everyone had been warned of the man with hair of snow.

Except Tsuna and Irie it seemed;

they waved the newcomer along, happy and mellow.

The scary man stood above them, eyes glinting with delight;

he was hungry at the moment, and rabbits were great for marshmallow.

Byakuran leaned in, lifting Tsuna by the ears,

Tsuna started to worry, wriggling his feet.

'Tsuna!' cried Irie, worried about his friend-

what could they give him instead to eat?

Pop! A poof of smoke covered the lake;

Tsuna fell to the ground, Bykauran gone.

Reborn smiled behind the bushes, laughing-

Byakuran was next to be shot, and had just become a swan.

-To be continued-