I own neither Eyeshield 21 nor Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I do, however, own the name 'Eyeshield 27'.

Sena woke up slowly, feeling warm and content. His chest felt a little heavy, but a little voice whispered in the back of his sleep-fuzzy mind whispered that it was alright since yesterday had been such a trying day, both physically and emotionally. He opened his eyes fractionally - he was only half committed to the idea of getting up - when his vision was filled with black. It was neither the wispy, insubstantial black of the night, nor the solid black he envisioned when he closed his eyes. No. This black was fluid and thick, like ink. And it was the only thing he saw, as if he were drowning in it. Needless to say, Sena panicked.

"A-ah!" Sena cried out softly, and threw himself away from the darkness. He found surprisingly little resistance to his hasty retreat; however, and pushed himself a little too far, as evidenced by his painful decent to the hard wood floor next to the bed. Sena struggled a little, his legs firmly wrapped in the sheets, as he attempted to find out what startled him out of the plush bed.

Sena cautiously peered over the edge of the bed, carefully scanning for the mysterious darkness.

"Good. You're awake. Meet me downstairs in ten." Reborn loomed over Sena from his superior perch on the bed and smirked cheerfully. His mornings just weren't complete anymore without terrifying a brunet.

Sena frowned at the cruel wake-up call. "Reborn-kun, that wasn't very nice." He started to scold, but was cut off by the hitman carelessly strolling the length of the bed, hopping down to the dark brown wooden floor, and proceeding and out the door. Sena shook his head in exasperation and turned his attention to the room. He hadn't noticed last night – indeed he had done well to even make it to the bed – but the room was better than well appointed. The large bed seemed to exceed royal status and could have accommodated three easily and comfortably. He smiled ruefully and tried to kick the treacherous – but oh, so soft – sheets from their binding grip around his legs.

The hardwood floor beneath him glowed in the midmorning sun, darkened with age, but lovingly cared for and dust-free. The windows were large, but with multiple small panes of glass held in place by wrought-iron vines. They looked heavy, and strained themselves against the weight of being propped open to let in the early April breeze and birdsong.

He distantly took in the creamy walls and exquisite (he was sure) paintings, but had lost interest in anything other than finding the door Reborn-kun had come out of last night.

[]o[]O[]o[]

Sena let out a sigh of relief as he washed his hands and absently noted that the master bathroom was as well appointed as the rest of the sumptuous house. In white marble and gold – Sena was no judge of whether or not it was real gold – the room blended beauty and comfort, with a large, sunken bath for soaking and two separate showers, following the Italian/Japanese hybrid theme of the sumptuous house. The only thing out of place was the white metal box with a red cross sitting out on the counter, containing piles of snowy white gauze and brown glass bottles of antiseptic.

He stared at them in confusion. Did Reborn-kun leave the supplies out for him and Tsuna? That didn't sound like the hitman his little brother had described to him last night… Sena smiled to himself slightly, he knew his little brother; Tsuna wasn't prone to fits of exaggeration, but maybe Reborn-kun had a bit of a soft side after all.

Sena dropped gracelessly onto the small, white bench (which seemed to be strategically placed for just such usage) with a grunt, and carefully peeled off his tattered jeans to get to his scabbed over knees. He grimaced more than a little when he felt scraps of fabric clinging to the clotted blood, but he knew if there was one thing true about himself after years of bullies and American football, it was that he could take pain. He let out a muffled squeak/cry as a particularly stubborn strand of jean managed to pull off a whole scab. 'Well, kinda.' He reflected as his attempt at a smile turned out waver-y.

As the footballer cleaned his knees, he also carefully stretched them, trying not to put too much pressure on the bloodied joints, but also burning with the need to know the extent of the damage; he needed to know if his running would be impaired in the least. He winced and didn't sniffle at all, but also didn't feel the burning ache that he felt during the Death March, only the sharp pain of a flesh-wound. He wrapped his knees with the gauze and taped it down before pulling off his shirt to check his bruises in the mirror.

He ran his hand down the opposing arm and smiled wryly. You'd think an American football player would be tough and muscled, but - as a running back - the majority of his muscles were along his legs, and even those were slim. He'd definitely gained some arm strength dodging, diving, and trying to push foes away in the middle of a dash, but the famous Eyeshield 21 had resigned himself to never having the upper-body strength of his rival, Shin.

'At least,' He sighed wistfully, letting his gaze rake down his barely-there chest definition to his 'golden legs', 'At least some part of me is muscled.' His runner's legs were probably his best source of self-confidence. Sleek and slim, his legs were hard but supple; bone and muscle, skin and sinew working in perfect harmony to bring him to the speed of light.

Sena shook his head, batting away the annoyingly athletic thoughts as his stomach grumbled. The complaint reminded him that he hadn't eaten since Hiruma-san's impromptu festival on Deimon's grounds before the game.

He thoughtfully packed up all the medical supplies, and wished he could replace what he had used. With a stretch and a groan, Sena reluctantly donned his filthy clothes from the day before, and made his way out of the lavish bathroom. He glanced over to the bed where his little brother should have still been sleeping and froze.

Having grown up with Tsuna, Sena had seen his brother at his youngest and cutest. Seeing Tsuna completely wiped out and dead to the world, though, was just freaking adorable. Sena changed his mind, and instead of heading for the door, he made his way to his lightly-snoring brother. With a slight smile, Sena studied the younger boy; his best friend and brother. Tsuna was just as scrawny as he was, but now that Tsuna had told him about Reborn-kun's Spartan training, Sena could finally pick out those subtle but present signs of a toned physical body.

With considerably more grace than in the bathroom, Sena sunk down to the hardwood floor and drew one leg up to his chest. He leaned both arms on the bed, and used one to prop up his chin while he scrutinized his too-cute-to-be-allowed brother. It amazed him that his baby brother was enveloped in the do-or-die world of organized crime. Half out of curiosity, and half out of mischief, Sena poked at Tsuna's smooth cheeks, unmarred by stubble and still slightly rounded with baby fat. Tsuna whined a little and rolled so he was flat on his back in the middle of the bed, completely sprawled.

"Greedy," Sena muttered, his soft brown eyes shining with amusement. "What if I'd still been asleep? Would you still have taken the whole bed?" Suddenly, an idea flashed across his mind, quick as a flash, and undoubtedly wicked. He grinned widely, and stood up to dig into the small nightstand closest to him.

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Grinning like the cat that had caught the canary, Sena looped one arm easily over his groggy (but suspicious) little brother's shoulders.

"Sena-nii, don't lean on me while we're walking down the stairs, we'll fall." Tsuna grumbled, more for the sake of grumbling at his too-cheerful brother than because he was concerned about a fall.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Sena grinned back.

A vein ticked over Tsuna's eye. He wasn't sure whether to be leery or just exasperated by Sena's smile, but either way, that grin was starting to piss him off.

They reached the bottom of the staircase and paused. As good as finding breakfast sounded, Sena-nii obviously hadn't scouted the layout of the house before waking him up.

"Which way, do you suppose?" Sena mused more to himself than to the middle schooler, but Tsuna deigned to answer anyway.

"I have an idea."

Sena looked over in interest.

"You find the kitchen, I'll go back to bed, and you can bring me breakfast in bed." Tsuna suggested helpfully.

Sena had the nerve to laugh. "Nice try. What do you think? Left or right?"

"Left," Tsuna grunted.

"Right it is!" Sena chirped.

"Seriously, why are you so awake?" Tsuna complained as he was drug behind his brother. "It looks like someone drank a big bottle of chipper this morning."

Sena ignored him, his grin not diminishing one watt, and continued dragging his little brother in the chosen direction. "See, you always choose the exact opposite of the right direction~! I knew we'd find the kitchen in no time!"

Tsuna rolled his eyes and pulled his arm free of Sena's grip to sit next to where Reborn was reading a newspaper, in a language that didn't look Japanese, at the counter.

"Just for that, I'll let you make us breakfast." Tsuna joked, imperially.

"Haha, like I could cook!" Sena replied from where he'd been all but swallowed by the refrigerator. "Look," He emerged from the fridge, "Fresh fruit! It looks good, but does that mean someone still lives here?" He tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"Didn't no-good Tsuna tell you about the safe house?" Reborn folded up his paper, and looked at Tsuna significantly.

Tsuna flushed brilliantly and squirmed a little in his seat. "I barely know what a safe house is! Don't act like it was my idea to be the 10th!" He protested vehemently.

Reborn's black eyes glimmered. "Some coffee would be nice." He remarked to the room, before turning to where Sena was setting out his hard-won (those cupboards were deep!) dishes and silverware for the fruit. He ignored a grumbling Tsuna, turning to said cupboards trying to find coffee for the intimidatingly shiny espresso machine.

"As I was saying, this is a Vongola safe house – you do know what a safe house is, don't you?" Reborn cut himself off and asked Sena for confirmation sharply.

Sena nodded mutely, more concentrated by the baby-hitman's words than the fruit he'd been drooling over before. "In theory, yeah. It's a house… people…" Sena couldn't quite bring himself to imply 'mafia', "Use when they need somewhere to lay low, or recover when a plan goes awry, right?" He leaned on the counter, as if he wanted to get closer to Reborn, and thereby verify his explanation.

Reborn smirked knowingly at Sena's stumble, but nodded. "See, Tsu-kun? Even your big brother knows what a safe house is." His smirk grew when Tsuna grumbled inaudibly at Reborn's poke at both his childhood nickname and intelligence. "As I was saying, again, a Vongola safe house is somewhat better appointed than a normal safe house. That includes, usually, full time keepers to look over the house. Seeing as Japan hasn't been a major base of operations for a while, this house is being run at bare-bones level. Housekeepers check in every two or three days. They always bring fresh food and do a thorough cleaning. If no activity is detected in that time, the food goes back to the keepers and their families."

Sena, however, seemed to miss most of Reborn's words. His eyes were wide and shocked, and jaw completely dropped. "This… Is bare-bones?" Sena managed to squeak out. He recalled the marble and gold bathroom, the bed for three, and just one glance around the kitchen in black granite and chrome…

"Well, the house can also be used to entertain visiting dignitaries." Reborn offered with false modesty.

Sena jolted out of his stupor as the intimidatingly shiny espresso maker whistled shrilly. He was still dazed, however, as he heard Tsuna rattling around, looking for cups.

"So what do you think of the mafia, Sena-kun? Are you ready to join?" Reborn reclined back in his high-backed barstool and crossed his short legs leisurely, looking for all the world like a spider inviting a fly into his parlor.

Tsuna banged the cup onto the counter loudly. Sena winced and covertly checked the cup for cracks.

"REBORN! You can't just casually invite him into organized crime!" Tsuna protested loudly.

"And why not?" Reborn argued. "He'd be useful - I guess - if we trained him up." He smiled cruelly.

Tears flowed from Tsuna's eyes freely. "You can't be serious! He's my brother!" He whined.

'Love for life, drive for light ultramarine colored sky / Cry for fight, smile for bright let's cut through it / Love for life, drive for light I think I see tomorrow / Cry for fight, smile for bright shaking your heads.'

Both Tsuna and Reborn paused and turned their heads (completely in sync, Sena distantly noticed) to look at the footballer.

Sena froze for a minute in sheer confusion. Then he stared down at the pineapple as if it were the source of the mysterious music.

"Oh! My phone!" It dawned on Sena, and he stabbed the spoon into the innocent pineapple as he dug for his cell, still tucked away in his tattered jeans pocket. "Excuse me for a minute." He offered politely, as he stepped out of the kitchen to the hallway.

Reborn looked after his retreating prey sourly. "You know, stupid Tsuna, I think I'll take cream in my coffee this morning."

Tsuna's jaw dropped. "You never take anything in your coffee!"

"Are you telling me what I like, no-good Tsuna?" The tiny hitman inquired while Leon started morphing ambiguously.

"Fine, fine," Tsuna's knees trembled and his teeth chattered in fear, but he made his way to the gleaming chrome refrigerator. He paused, catching his reflection in the corner of his eye.

"SENA-NII!"

Sena poked his head back into the kitchen from the hallway, his cell phone pressed against his shoulder. "Yeah, Tsu-kun?" He asked, too innocently.

"What did you do to my face!?" Tsuna demanded, torn between outrage and tears.

Sena snickered a little to himself, "Made improvements?" He offered, mock helpfully.

"You – You stupid jerk!" Tsuna reared up indignantly.

"No, I quite agree." Reborn chimed in from around his espresso at the bar. "The mustache in particular is rather dashing." He smirked.

Sena grinned widely. "Yes, I rather thought so too. By the way, it's Gokudera-kun on the line. He wants to know what happened last night; why we didn't go home."

"Gokudera?" All the anger drained out of Tsuna as he froze in horror at the name of his self-proclaimed 'right-hand man.' If Gokudera knew about the fight, he'd go on a rampage!

Sena watched the blood drain out of his little brother's face and, for the first time that morning, took pity on him. "Hey, don't worry about it, alright? I'll tell him about the fight and make sure to down play it. You just go ahead and eat something, okay?"

Tsuna gave him a weak smile and sat back down next to Reborn. He was still a little too jittery to eat, terrified that Sena would say the wrong thing, but certain that if he himself tried it would completely fail. He sat at the counter, numbly staring down at the breakfast that Sena dished out for him, and wondered if he'd have to alert city officials about the upcoming damage to the city's infrastructure caused by a pissed off bomber. He heaved a heavy sigh and dropped his head onto his folded arms on the bar. The morning had barely started and the tenth generation leader of the Vongola was already exhausted. He tilted his head and listened for Sena's excuse.

"Yeah, we had a bit of a run in with that guy at the arcade, but Tsu-kun took care of most of them. Yeah, it wasn't really an issue, he took them down pretty easily, just what you'd expect of the head of the Vongola," Sena paused to wink at Tsuna, who just pouted. He still wasn't that happy that Sena knew. But when Sena's face twisted in confusion, Tsuna propped his head up a little higher.

"No, no, Gokudera-kun, Tsu-kun told me last night. You know what he told me!" The confusion had melted away into frustration, and Tsuna unthinkingly stretched his palm out to Sena, silently asking for the phone to straighten things out.

Sena gave him a weird look before turning back to the phone. "One second, Gokudera-kun, Tsu-kun wants to talk to you." Without listening for a response, Sena wordlessly handed his cell over.

Tsuna stared at it for a minute, as if he were confused as to how he'd gotten it in his possession. He lifted it hesitantly up to his ear, "Hello?" He questioned slowly, as if he had no idea who was on the other line.

"TENTH! HE KNOWS! HE KNOWS TOO MUCH! WHAT SHOULD WE DO? WHAT WOULD REBORN-SAN DO?!" Gokudera all but screamed into the phone, fully in panic mode.

Sena, from the other side of the island, looked as though he couldn't decide on an appropriate emotional response to Gokudera's very audible breakdown. Tsuna saw amusement, shock, fear, and exasperation warring for supremacy, before he settled on a half-smile of exasperated bemusement. Sena shot a look over to Reborn, as if he were silently asking why Gokudera would be so panicked.

Reborn didn't break the silence that had fallen on the trio aside from the worried yelling still emanating from the phone, instead responding with a look of half pride, half indifference. If Sena could read Reborn half as well as Tsuna had learned to, he'd see the pride was for how dedicated Gokudera was to the family, and the indifference was, well, was because Rebore didn't really care what Sena thought about the situation. It all would come down to what Tsuna said to the yelling 'Smoking Bomb Hayato'. They both turned to look at Tsuna.

"Ummm…" Tsuna grasped for words. He really wasn't ready to talk yet (he thought he'd let Gokudera yell some more to give him time to gather his thoughts) but he could almost feel the weight of Reborn and Sena-nii's gazes on him, wanting to see how he'd sort out the situation.

Gokudera instantly fell silent, ready for orders from his boss.

Tsuna cleared his throat and tried again. "Umm, it's alright that Sena-nii knows. I told him." The line stayed ominously quiet. "Er… During the, well… Fight, I guess, last night, Reborn had to shoot me into Dying Will mode." Tsuna trailed off, wondering if that'd be enough to satisfy his friend. "And, well, we kinda had to go to a safe house…? To rest." He stumbled through an explanation.

"Hey, is everything alright? The yelling stopped." Joked a jovial voice from the other line.

Tsuna furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Is… Is that Yamamoto's dad?" He asked incredulously.

"Erm…" Tsuna could almost see Gokudera's blush from here. "After Sena-senpai's asshole friends dragged us out, that baseball idiot's dad told me it was too late to head home on my own, and said he wanted help planning anyway." Gokudera sounded petulant.

"Sorry I wasn't there to help…?" Tsuna hoped he chosen the right direction to try to steer the conversation.

Instantly, Gokudera seemed to perk back up. "Oh, there's no need to apologize to me, Tenth!" Tsuna imagined him grinning and rubbing the back of his head, "At least they fed me!"

"What were you helping plan for?" Tsuna silently congratulated himself for moving out of the stormy waters of the previous conversation.

But like so many points in Tsuna's life, brief moments of calm were just his decent from the frying pan on his way to the fire.

Gokudera grumbled to himself inaudibly before answering. "It's that baseball-idiot's birthday in a week or three," 'That's quite a gap, Gokudera!' Tsuna cried to himself. "So the idiot's dad wanted to throw him a surprise party." He ended with a grunt.

"O-oh, I see." Tsuna really had nothing to say to that.

"I knew you'd understand, Tenth!" Gokudera gushed happily.

'Understand what, exactly?' Tsuna wondered, but kept it to himself. "So, uh, when is Yamamoto's party?" He asked for the sake of the conversation.

"It's at the end of the week." Gokudera responded carelessly.

'So soon?!' Tsuna's eyes bugged out in shock.

"Haha, Tsu-kun's making such a weird face!" Sena laughed carelessly.

"You should see the faces he makes when I'm training him." Reborn smirked, matching Sena's teasing gaze, and developing a demonic rapport (at least, that's how Tsuna was feeling, as he faced the predatory smirks, their wearers ready to bully him).

"… Gokudera-kun, I'm going to hang up now and back out of the kitchen very slowly." Tsuna told him quietly; worried they'd catch wind of his escape.

"Isn't that cute!" Sena grinned at his temporary ally, "He's trying to outrun Eyeshield 21 and the world's greatest hitman!"

Reborn's evil smirk sent chills down Tsuna's spine. "Run, Run silly Tsuna, if you think it will do you any good!"

Sena snickered to himself at his brother's quickly retreating back and stole his seat next to the hitman. He reached over to grab his cell from the other end of the island and frowned down at the fruit Tsuna had left untouched. He lifted the phone to his ear to make sure Gokudera-kun wasn't still waiting for Tsuna to keep talking, but only caught the ending 'click' of the line disconnecting. Absently, he flipped his phone open and shut as he confided to Reborn. "Sometimes, I worry I tease him too much. But he's just so cute that it's hard not to!"

Reborn smirked and nodded. Bullying Tsuna was one of his favorite parts of the day too.

"It's so weird to think of that adorable little crybaby leading one of the most influential mafia families in the world, you know?" Sena was more focused of the phone opening and shutting than the fact he was confiding in a baby hitman.

Reborn sighed a little in agreement. "They grow up so fast now-a-days. But don't you wish there were someone to look out for him in an environment like that? He's going to need serious support, and I can't always be there for him," Reborn's eyes were shadowed by the brim of his fedora, and his mouth was a flat line, making him completely unreadable to the high schooler. His hands, like Sena's were still fidgeting, moving deftly with the shape-changing chameleon running around Reborn's twisting and turning knuckles.

Sena turned to face the baby head on. "Doesn't he have guardians for that?" He asked, his protective older brother hackles rising.

"In some ways yes," Sena watched Leon scamper desperately to keep up with the rotation of the tiny wrist, "And in some ways no."

Sena's face was a mask of confusion and exasperation. "Um?" He asked eloquently.

"Well," Reborn's face seemed oddly… Satisfied? "He does have guardians, but he needs someone by his side, someone to advise him when he's too close to a situation."

Sena looked entranced, completely enthralled with Reborn's words. He set his phone down carefully on the counter in front of him, for the first time in the conversation giving his full and undivided attention to the world's greatest hitman. Reborn opened his mouth, but was quickly cut off.

"SUPER TSUNA COUNTER-ATTACK!"

Whatever Sena had been planning to tell Reborn was lost to time as Tsuna burst in the kitchen with the shaken up soda that he'd managed to secret out after he saw his reflection in the chrome refrigerator. He quickly pulled the tab and soaked his big brother, satisfied with his vengeance for the morning's teasing, but vaguely disappointed that Reborn was quite effectively using Sena as a human shield, avoiding the spray. He laughed loudly in delight, seeing Sena's dismayed face. Slowly, as the carbonation ran out on Tsuna's makeshift weapon, Sena's dismay morphed into a toothy grin. Slowly, Sena stood up from his chair, malicious intent oozing from every pore.

They both froze, however, when killing intent washed over them. They turned to where Reborn was sitting in frosty silence and exchanged a look of abject confusion as to what had pissed off the toddler so badly.

"Well, since Tsu-kun so thoughtfully interpreted out nice chat, I guess I'll be leaving." He proclaimed in a grandiose manner, and stalked out of the kitchen in what would have been a much more kingly manner had his legs been longer, but managed to impress the boys anyway.

"W-Wait!" Tsuna protested after he'd managed to shake himself out of the stupor, "You're the only one who knows the way back!"

Sena just shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Tsu-kun. I'm sure if I'm pressed I could find the way back. You just worry about cleaning up the kitchen." That malicious, toothy grin was back. "After you eat breakfast." And, apparently, so was the guardian older brother. With those words of warning, Sena departed to clean up for the day too.

Tsuna sighed and sat in Reborn's dry chair, pulling the bowl closer to him as he did so. His stomach grumbled, and he slowly set to eating. At least Reborn wouldn't be stealing his food this morning. He slowly ate, savoring the sweetness, and wonder just why Reborn was so pissed off that he'd interrupted their chat. It couldn't have been anything that important, Sena-nii already knew about the mafia. And Tsuna had already said he didn't want Sena-nii joining the family, so what in the world could have made his big brother look so enthralled…

Wait. Tsuna dropped his fork into the porcelain bowl with a loud clatter. Enthralled? Why would Sena-nii be enthralled with what Reborn said? And why would Reborn be so upset that he'd interrupted? There was only one answer, no matter how you looked at it. Reborn was trying to seduce Sena-nii. He stared bleakly down at the floor. Bianchi had said Reborn was an infamous lover… Well, Bianchi was kinda crazy, but Reborn did confirm she was his fourth… Tsuna's mind stalled on that thought. He just wouldn't let it happen, he decided with firm resolve.

Using that resolve, he finished his pineapple, stacked the used dishes in the sink, and wiped up what he could of the soda with paper towels. Who knew cleaning a kitchen would be such hard work? 'Oh well,' He decided, 'Reborn said they had housekeepers anyway.' He'd just finished throwing out the last soda-soaked towel when the door bell rang.

"I'll get it!" Tsuna called up the stairs as he passed by, trying to insure Sena didn't rush out of the shower on his account.

He reached the door, and found out the hard way he was much too short to reach the door's peephole. Tsuna shrugged and, completely lacking a sense of danger, opened the door anyway.

BANG!

Tsuna fell backwards in shock at the loud explosion and scrambled away quickly.

A loud guffaw followed him down. "He was so excited to see daddy, he fell!"

Tsuna's head shot up and his jaw dropped in shock. "Dad?"

"That's right!" Iemitsu grinned stupidly and pointed to himself, "Daddy's back from Italy to spend time with you!"

Tsuna's eyes were wide and blank. "Not possible." He waved the thought away. "What are you really doing in Japan?"

"I brought more memos of what I've done while I was gone for us to talk over!" Iemitsu grinned brightly and held them up as proof.

Tsuna ignored his unreliable father and instead focused on where Reborn was reloading his Leon pop-gun, complete with 'BANG' flag.

"He came to pick you two up, and bring a change of clothes. Go run one up to Sena, then come right back down," He ordered.

Tsuna grumbled, but did as he was ordered. It would be nice to have clean clothes, anyway. He had cringed at wearing nothing but yesterday's boxers, but he really had no options after his shower this morning. He had looked in the dresser in the master bedroom, and in the walk-in closet, but all the wardrobe provided were too-large suits.

He skipped the last two stairs and made it to the master bedroom, where he set the bag with labeled 'Sena' in Reborn's handwriting on the bed, and knocked on the door of the master bathroom where the shower was running before yelling to his brother about the change of clothes on the bed.

Taking his own advice, Tsuna swiftly changed (though he blanched at the selection) and made his way back down to the kitchen.

"Reborn! What did you do?!" Tsuna demanded.

"Tsuna's so mature now~!" Iemitsu proclaimed with a tear in his eye.

"Stupid Tsuna, the next leader of the Vongola must look the part." Reborn grinned sadistically.

'No way!' Tsuna thought in complete shock. 'You just wanted to punish me for intruding on your seduction of Sena-nii!" He looked down at the suit and tie, tailor-made and all but sewn on.

"But then why does Sena-nii have to wear a suit too?" Tsuna questioned.

"Sena. Now that's a name I haven't heard in a while. How is he doing?" Iemitsu asked with hooded eyes.

"Sena-nii? You've met him?" Tsuna answered with his own question.

"Of course I've met him! I've met all of my son's friends!" Iemitsu boomed with glee.

'Maybe that's why I never had any friends.' Tsuna mused bleakly.

"And of course, when my friend here told me you'd found such a good candidate for outside advisor, how could I resist coming home to check for myself?" Iemitsu grinned.

"That's why you're here?!" Tsuna demanded in horror. "I told you! I won't allow it!" He threw out his arm as if barring them passage to his brother. "I don't want him swallowed up into this crazy life!"

"What crazy life?" A voice from behind them floated.

Tsuna and Iemitsu looked up sharply at the newest addition.

Sena, studying his tie as he walked in, missed their reactions entirely. "Ah, it's been such a long time since I've had to tie one of these, not since the Christmas Bowl after party." He mused.

"Sena, do you remember Iemitsu?' Reborn questioned neutrally.

Only then did Sena look up from the complicated knot. "Oh! Iemitsu-san! It's been a long time! Did you ever find oil at the south pole?" He questioned politely.

"Oh yes!" Iemitsu boasted shamelessly, "Millions of barrels!"

Tsuna elbowed his dad in the ribs. "Listen, let's just drop this for now and head home. I'm sure Mihae-san is wondering where Sena has gone."

Reborn shot him a look that clearly said 'this isn't over' but nodded anyway. "Let's go."

A/N: I don't really have anything to say, but in the intrest of clearing up confusion, I'm a chick. Read on to the editor's note:

E/N by Mithras151: Hello everyone. Yet again, our wonderful author has provided us, with no small amount of prodding, with a chapter to read. This is, however, the first time I will be writing an Editor Note, and hopefully not the last. I've been on hiatus myself as an author due to school, but who knows, that might end soon ;) Oh, and for the actual note, reviews are useful as they allow me to bribe, threaten, and coerce our favorite author to write more, so please do! Thank you again for reading and taking the time to review.

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