Well here's the next chapter! I do apologize for the late update... But it was so damn hard to write~

Ahem... Well enough of my whining, I also have to apologize for some OOCness present... not sure but my gut is telling me there is such things in this chapter.

As for the first BL one-shot, I posted it up way before I did this chapter. It's rated M... OH THE HUMANITY~ *cough cough* Ah well, moving on, I kinda broke my own rules on it being in the timeline and such... so I'd like to announce that YOU GUYS CAN SUGGEST ON HOW YOU LIKD IT TO BE WRITTEN.

Other than that, THE POLL is also an important factor. So far Tsuna's winning by a huge landslide (25)... And THE OMAKE is also there, you just NEED 50 VOTES for it. Last I checked there was 35. *sniff* it's come a long way... TT~ TT

P.S. My recovery for the last chapter was quite slow... so you can blame the slow update on that.

~SiP


Tonari and Yamamoto were laughing merrily when they drew near to the blondes house. Said blonde bowed slightly in gratitude. "Thanks for walking me home, Yamamoto-san. It's been fun chatting with you."

"No problem." Yamamoto gave a thumbs up, grinning like a happy child who got his best wishes granted.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah! We could eat lunch sometime!"

"Sounds like a plan."

"Alright then, I gotta head home and help pops with the store. See ya tomorrow, Tonari!" Yamamoto waved, as he headed home.

"Bye!" Tonari smiled, returning the wave. He then turned to head inside. Calling out his greeting. "Tadaima, okaa-san!"

"Okaeri, Na-kun!" Nana came out of the kitchen, her smile even more dazzling.

"You seem a lot more happier today." Tonari nodded at his statement. Nana was literally beaming.

The said woman giggled. "Of course I am! Your father came home just a while ago!"

"Ok." The blonde teen nodded turning his attention to his shoes, only to freeze a second later. He whirled around, eyes wide. "Dad's home?!"

"That's not nice, Na-kun!" Nana reprimanded her son lightly. "He is your father after all."

"When did he come home?" Tonari questioned, tugging at his hair slightly.

Just when was the last time his dad came home without warning?

Five years now was it?

That was a pretty long time... and here he was home, without any warning at all...

He sighed. "I'll say hi to him then."

"Now that's a good boy!" Nana cooed, patting her son's fluffy hair. Oblivious to the look her son donned. She then questioned thoughtfully. "Speaking of good boys, where is Tsu-kun? Wasn't he supposed come home with you today?"

"Oh that's right, aniki said that he would come home a little late today." The teen answered, pulling off his shoes and made his way into the living room. "Otou-san? You home?"

"Oh here comes my adorable fluffball!" A boom of laughter accompanied the sentence.

It was to be expected from the outrageous father of his.

Tonari entered the living room, and was met with a bone crushing hug. "Can't... breath..."

Iemitsu let go of his son, still laughing. "Ahahaha~ your own dad missed you and this is how you react?"

"Yeah, and you come in what? Five years later?" Tonari grumbled, only to flail the next second when his father's strong hand ruffled his hair.

Making it even more messier.

"That's enough Iemitsu, your son would require some space." A more gentle voice drifted over to the father and son duo. Confusion clouded the blonde teen's eyes as he looked up at his dad.

Almost like a lost child.

Seeing this Iemitsu boomed in laughter again, clapping his son's back repeatedly. And with his force, he nearly smacked Tonari to the other side of the living room. Luckily that didn't happen. "It's been a while since you shown me that kind of face, Tonari!"

"Gack!"

"Ahaha~ sorry, I couldn't help myself!"

"Like always."

"Aw, that hurt Tonari~" Iemitsu clung onto his son's waist, down on his knees, crying over dramatically. A sigh from the said teen was all it took for his over-dramatic father to get up and act as if nothing happened... well sort of. "Anyway, I brought Grandpa Teo here! He wanted to see how well you've grown!"

"Grandpa... Teo..." Tonari repeated slowly, cautiously peeking behind the bulky figure of his dad. He was then met with the sight of a kind aged man. His hair wisps of grey, along with his elongated trapezoid mustache.

His hazel eyes twinkled with amusement at the blonde teen's wide-eyed expression. He didn't even suppress the oncoming smile that spread across his face. Timoteo patted the seat beside him as he spoke. "Look at how well you've grown, Tonari! Now why don't you come and sit beside me and talk about your daily life!"


Tsuna made his way through the Namimori Shopping District, looking around for a coffee shop. Occasionally muttering on unkept promises and haunting nightmares. And somewhere along the lines of Spartan tutors with unquenchable desires... After a huge run through the shopping district, twice, Tsuna had finally settled on going to the café on the corner, seeing that there was only one place that made coffee for their customers.

"Well that just beats the whole concept of competition..." The teen muttered as he entered the small shop, instantly greeted with the aroma of the fresh coffee blends mixed in with the occasional side dish that some had ordered. He relaxed slightly, smiling at how homey it felt. "At least it's well kept..."

"Indeed it is."

Tsuna swiftly turned around, it would have made assassins' jealous, and was met with Reborn at a nearby coffee table. Drinking espresso. "Ciaossu."

"Looks like you're already here." The brunette nodded in greeting.

"You sound as if you were expecting me." The hitman gestured to the seat across him, with a small wave of his hand.

"Was I? It would just seem weird if I were the type not to expect someone."

"Must be that Hyper Intuition of yours, isn't it?"

"You could say that."

"Of course I am right, after all I am the number one hitman."

"Yeah, Yeah." Tsuna rolled his eyes at the over used cliché. "Anyways get to the point on why you are here, and not with Tonari."

"He'll be fine."

"That doesn't placate me."

"He will be fine, a student of mine wouldn't die so easily; besides, Nono is already at your house. Along with your Baka-father." Reborn muttered, taking a sip of his espresso.

Tsuna's eyes widened, before he started cursing off in French. Much to Reborn's amusement. Dwindling off, the said teen ran a hand through his unruly hair, he sighed resignedly. "I completely forgot to tell Tonari-kun about the visitors we were going to have today."

"Well he's in for a surprise."

"No need to rub the point in."

"Whatever." Reborn watched as the waitress took the brunette's order, a blush decorating her face when the said teen smiled that bright smile of his. He was just way too oblivious of his expressions for his own good. The thought of World War 3 being triggered with that kind of smile was a tangible idea that made the hitman snort at the thought.

Incredulous, but tangible.

With the waitress off to get the brunette his order, Tsuna turned back to face the hitman. "So care to share on why you're here?"

"Didn't we go over this already?"

"You never did answer my question in the first place."

"And I thought your Hyper Intuition could give you an idea." Reborn muttered, rolling his eyes.

Tsuna raised a brow at the statement. "I don't see how my Hyper Intuition could help me understand a situation."

"Such a waste." Reborn tipped his head down, allowing the brim of his fedora to shadow his face.

"Well pardon my lack in using my full potential of my Hyper Intuition." The brunette replied sarcastically. "It's not my fault that it only gives me a massive migraine when my personal body is in danger, and that it would never leave me alone when someone else is in danger."

"Then you still need to work on it, what has Cielo taught you?" The hitman sipped his hot beverage, glancing at the teen across from him.

"Gee, thanks for the support." Tsuna muttered, continuing on. "Papa didn't really say much on my Hyper Intuition, just something along the lines of being taught by someone else with a raw gut feeling to get a good grasp on unlocking the full potential. At least that's how I remember it."

"Then I'll take the matter into my own hands later," Reborn smirked into his drink.

The waitress came back, handing the cup of tea to the brunette, who thanked her with another one of his bright smiles. The girl then left after a quick bow. Sipping his tea, Tsuna's mind wandered over to the envelope he had received with his package. "I suppose this would be a good time as any to read that letter."

Reborn raised an eyebrow. "You still haven't checked its contents?"

"I was busy." Was all the answer he got, as Tsuna rummaged through his school bag in search of the said object. A couple of minutes later, the envelope came out. The teen opened it, and skimmed through the contents of various blobs splattered across the page. Grumbling as read. "He really does need to learn how to write..."

A moment passed until Tsuna placed the letter down. Massaging his temples, he muttered. "A feeling was all he said, huh... Those feelings of his are quite dead on with precise accuracy."

Reborn just sipped his espresso, he knew first-hand that Cielo had zero talent for literature of any kind. The man couldn't even save his skin by writing a proper letter! He sighed, placing his mug down. "Alright, let's get to business."

"Oh how wonderful." The teen muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Business it is, maybe it's now that you would state on why you were here in the first place."

A gun was cocked at the teen, with a deadly aura surrounding the hitman. "Another sassy word out of you and you may be visiting your great great great grandfather up high in heaven."

Tsuna raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, just make it quick, I have business myself to accomplish."

The gun was put down, while Reborn sipped at his espresso. "Tell me all about the things you know for Mafia Etiquette."

"I don't want to state all 100! Can I state five instead?" Tsuna whined, finishing up his tea.

Reborn rolled his eyes. "Fine, lucky for you I have things to take care of."

"Like watching over Tonari."

"Start stating if you don't want to lose your life." The cue of a gun being pointed at the brunette.

"Geez, fine..." Tusna muttered, but soon spoke. "First off, when meeting up with a Mafia Don, one must make sure that their attire is pristine and in top condition."

"And why's that?"

"Presentation in the underworld is like the front cover of a novel, if it is crappy then the assumptions that follow will affect the individual as well."

"Next reason."

"The second reason would be the individual's mannerisms when approaching and speaking towards the Mafia Don."

"Elaborate."

"This ties in with the first concept of first impressions. If a wrong move is initiated towards the third party, in any way or form, you will be immediately placed in their bad books."

"Third reason."

"One must also have etiquette when asked to dine with the other. If the individual tends to be sloppy in this area, business terms could break apart as easily as freshly baked cake. Thus falling under the first impressions category as well."

"Next."

"The individual must have proper hygiene before meeting with the third party. Nobody wants to go to war because of some hygiene problem."

"Last reason."

"Always be prepared with what arguments are to surface. Time is valuable, and when wasted uselessly it could lead to a horrible relationship between the two Famiglias."

Reborn nodded, placing his now empty mug onto the table. "Almost word for word. He must have hammered it into your head."

"Not even close." The brunette teen sighed miserably with the memories that flooded in. Getting one rule wrong would've ended him up dunked in a river... worse, an ocean with the manifestation of unexplainable piranhas. Maybe sharks. He was then tasked to get out of there alive. Other punishments were along the lines of having no dinner, and cleaning the house spotless; which was pretty huge, and it gave the servants a day off. There were countless others as well, too many to count on your fingers and toes. "Now can I get along to my errand? I did promise Tonari that I'd be home before dinner this time."

"Fine, you've passed the satisfactory level anyway. I'll be heading home first." With that the hitman left the café, leaving a small pay for his drink. A tip was bunched with the money as well.

Tsuna raised an eyebrow. "He could be generous? ... Nah, must have been the espresso they brewed for him..."

He turned to head for the counter, smiling at the clerk. Said clerk returned the smile. "Can I help you sir?"

"Yes you can," Tsuna nodded, looking back at the table he previously occupied with the hitman then turned back. "I was wondering if you sold the best coffee beans. I promised a friend of mine that I'd get him some."

"We do. What would you like to have packaged for you?" The clerk nodded at the screen of the cash register.

Tsuna sighed. "Unfortunately, I don't know much about coffee beans as my friend does... So give me the top three of your best customer choices'."

"Alright, that would be 2600¥." The clerk reported, tapping away at the register.

"That's cheaper than I thought..." Tsuna mused looking through his wallet. He pulled the cash out and placed it on the counter. "That should do it."

"Thank you, please give us a moment to get your order ready." Tsuna smiled as he moved to the side so the awaiting customer could get to the cashier. He didn't have to wait long for his order, and thanked the girl who delivered it to him.

The teen then made his way home. Humming lightly, he gazed at the flaming sunset. He let a smile stretch on his face. "Looks like I'll be home in time for dinner."

Tsuna reached his house, basking at how lucky he was to find his family. Nearly letting all his worries go. Shaking his head, he opened the door, calling out his arrival. "Tadaima!"

"Oh, okaeri Tsu-kun!" Nana replied cheerfully, meeting up with her son halfway, wiping her hands dry, before embracing him. "I want you to meet two special people!"

Before the teen could protest, Nana had dragged him by the arm into the living room. Oblivious in her sheer happiness. Tsuna merely sighed, settling on checking if his uniform had unnecessary wrinkles. Finding none, he focused on walking on his own two feet. It would be embarrassing if the current Don of the Vongola saw him being dragged in by his mother, without at least walking alongside her. Not to mention, the disappointment hanging in the air would be suffocating.

Long story short, he didn't like the feeling of suffocating in disappointment at all.

"Kaa-san, I can walk on my own." The brunette attempted on persuading his mother.

"Oh you're right! How silly of me!" The cheerful woman laughed lightly. "Tsu-kun is a big boy now, he's a wonderful gentleman!"

Said teen only shook his head at his mothers antics, smiling. "Now lets make our way into the living room, I have something to give to Reborn-kun."

Nana giggled. "Yes, let's not keep them waiting~"

With that the mother and son duo made their way into the living room. Nana announcing their arrival. "Iemitsu dear, Timoteo-san, Tsuna's here!"

The brunette stood beside his mother, smiling pleasantly. Both men turned to face the said teen, letting Tonari sigh in relief. Tsuna chuckled inwardly at the action, he then turned his gaze on the two men. He bowed slightly, before straightening up as he introduced himself. "I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, it's a pleasure to meet you both!"

Iemitsu was the first to get up from his seat, making his way over to where Tsuna stood. He placed his hands on the petite shoulders, staring straight into the chocolate orbs. The pleasant smile not budging.

Currently, inside the blonde man, there was a well of emotion. He smiled shakily, near non-existent tears pricked the corner of his eyes. Without warning, Iemitsu hugged the brunette. His throat tightened, allowing only for the broken grunts to escape from him, partially stifled.

A show of his affection to his long lost son.

It wasn't visible but to the others in the room, except for Tsuna, but the blonde Italian was trembling. His grip tightening.

Tsuna patted the older man's back in comfort. He whispered his sentence to the man, not wanting to embarrass the older male. A man has his pride at stake. "Now's not the time to break down, tou-san. After all we have a lot to catch up on."

With a last squeeze to the petite figure, he released his hold. Not a single tear on his face. He laughed heartily. "You're right, now we have to have a true celebration! Nana!"

"On it dear! The food would be ready in a few minutes time!" The honey haired brunette giggled as she left for the kitchen.

Tsuna took this chance to make his way over to Reborn, who was currently sipping at his third cup of espresso that day. He held out the bag. "Here's the coffee that I promised you. I didn't now on what you favoured, so I ended up buying three different kinds."

"You can place that in the kitchen," The said hitman stated. Gratitude was present in his tone, but it was faintly noticeable. "I'll check on them tomorrow."

"Fine." Tsuna sighed, turning to face Tonari. Concern etched on his features. "You alright, Tonari-kun?"

The said teen looked at his brother questioningly. He was merely surprised with the question that came out of the blue. "Yeah, why's that?"

Tsuna shook his head, smiling slightly. "Nothing, just making sure you weren't hurt or anything."

"Oh... No need to worry, I met a wonderful friend on the way that helped me out." Tonari smiled, reassuring his brother.

Tsuna returned the smile. "Thats good."

Timoteo chose that moment to intervene. He let Iemitsu off to be with his wife in the kitchen, and he then settled on observing the brunette's action towards his brother. And he was pleased with the amount of love and concern shown. Smiling slightly he called to the brunette. "Tsunayoshi,"

Said teen turned around, his ever present smile on his face. "Yes, Timoteo-san?"

"Please don't be so formal with me." The Don smiled with dry humor.

"Nii-san, this is Grandpa Teo. He's from tou-san's side of the family. Though he isn't biologically related to tou-san." Tonari offered helpfully. Tsuna sent him a grateful look.

The brunette beamed at the elder. "Then if you don't mind, I'll refer to you as Grandpa as well."

"Not at all," Timoteo chuckled. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Tsunayoshi."

"Please, just call me Tsuna." The gravity defying haired brunette smiled. "And it is a pleasure to meet you as well."

"Now, why don't you and your brother join me out on the porch? To have some time together to bond." Timoteo suggested.

Both twins smiled as if there was no tomorrow. "Hai!"

Reborn let the shadow of his fedora hide his smile. Things were going well for first impressions, way better than his previous student who couldn't do a single thing properly without Romario around. He just couldn't wait for things to escalate.

After all, life isn't at its best game without chaos.


Back at Nami-chuu, the president of the Disciplinary Committee sat on the roof and stared.

More specifically, he stared at the bento he was given.

He had finished his rounds earlier, and when he was satisfied the fourth humiliating thing happened.

His stomach growled.

Luckily, nobody was around when it happened; so he was saved from the humiliation. Hibari had then made his way to find his lunch that he had neglected, no thanks to the thugs that needed discipline, when he remembered that his bento was sitting at home.

On the counter.

The dark haired teen sighed irritably as he opened the tribute as the bunny herbivore called it. Using the provided chopsticks, he ate.

He didn't stop until everything was finished.


Is it just me, or is this update shorter than the others... Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter.

On the side note, 2600¥ is supposed to be 26$ US, that's how I have it wrapped around my head...

Don't forget to review~

~SiP