Again, this is filler; I promise they will end soon, most likely after this chapter…

I would like to say that I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! If I did things would go my way in the anime/manga.


"Fake ID's, seriously, where the fuck are we going to get fake ID's?" Lal asked at lunch that day when her three friends had proposed the idea to her. She was so surprised that she dropped her star fruit.

"Lower your voice Lal!" Reborn hissed, covering her mouth with his hand. She bit his hand. "Ow, you fucking bitch! That hurt!"

Lal smirked, pleased with herself as she ate another slice of her star fruit. "Now tell me how we're going to get fake ID's."

"We heard from some seventh grader that a sixth grader is selling some damn good ones kora." Colonnello said, stealing one of her fruits while she wasn't looking.

"Am I the only one that thinks that is pathetic?" Lal asked her friends with a blank look on her face.

Fon raised his hand. "I'm on the same ship with you Lally." He said.

"Whatever, but hey; it helps all of us." Reborn said.

Lal raised an eyebrow. "How will getting fake ID's help us?" She asked him.

"Well, your dad and Calder have been arguing a lot and it was because of alcohol so if we get fake ID's we won't have to steal them from your dad, and he wouldn't yell at Calder. So it's a win, win situation my dear Lal…we leave right after school." Reborn said.

Lal glared; it was true, her father and brother had been fighting a lot lately and she felt bad about it because it was all her fault, so even though she thought it was stupid Lal told him that she was in and they went on with their day as if they weren't planning on doing anything after school.


"If this back fire I'm kicking your ass into next year." A fourteen year old Lal threatened as the group made their way through secret hiding place in a dark ally.

"Dear Lal, when have I ever failed you?" Reborn asked, hands in his pockets casually with a cocky grin on his face.

"Last month; science fair, I had to get this stupid hair cut." Lal said, pointing to her hair. It was now at her shoulders instead of her waist like it had been a few weeks ago.

"It's not that bad Lal, your mother has been trying to get you to cut it for years now anyway." Fon said.

"I grew it out just to piss her off."Lal growled.

"Shut up kora, we're here!" Colonnello said.

They stopped in front of a legit looking building.

The four entered to see a kid about twelve year's old sitting behind a counter counting a stack of money.

"I've been waiting for you." The kid said in a creepy voice.

"Whatever can you get us fake ID's or not? My dad's starting to notice that his drinks have been going missing…by the way why are we always stealing them from my dad? Colonnello's dad has like a ton more than my dad." Lal noted.

"Because we have keys to your house and your dad thinks that it's Calder stealing them. He would never blame his innocent little Lal." Reborn noted.

"Hey, he might be a creepy douche but he's still my brother!" Lal defended half-heartedly as she punched Reborn in the gut.

"I'll need to see the money first." The kid stated, breaking up the soon to be fight.

Reborn smacked down a large pile of cash.

"More." The kid said.

Colonnello also slammed down a stack of money.

"That still will not be enough."

Fon gently put the money down. "I still don't remember how you tricked me into doing this." He sighed.

The kid gave Lal a look.

"I'm not going to pay you." She said firmly.

"Fine then, no fake ID for you," The kid shrugged.

Lal glared, but then slammed down her money. "Little bitch," She muttered.

"Would you like a receipt?"The kid asked.

"No, just make sure they look like us."Reborn said calmly.

The cloaked kid stood up and was back in ten minutes with four ID's. "Here you are. Please come again and tell your friends. Remember; if the police come after me I'll know who to be after."The kid turned its head in Lal's direction.

"How do we know if these will actually work?" Lal asked as she examined hers closely.

"Go down the street to the liquor store and see for yourself."

Lal glared, but did so.

"So, what's your name kid?" Reborn asked.

"Call me Mammon." The kid smirked, picking up a glass of strawberry milk and taking a sip.

Lal returned with a bottle of scotch. "Alright, we're done here…Wait…Fon, have you been recording this whole time?"

Colonnello took the camera from Fon and pointed it at him.

Fon's hair was short, to about his shoulder, tied in a little pony tail yet still too short to tie in a braid. He nodded once. "Yes, yes I was." He waved to the camera before the video cut off.

"I can't believe I didn't notice…." Lal said, staring at Fon.

Fon smiled. "I'm a ninja." He said, pleased with himself.


Yes Fon, yes you are.

Oh, speaking of Fon I have a funny story to tell you guys! I have friends who are together and they're like practically married so she was talking to me earlier today and she's like; "We want to adopt an Asian kid and name him Lee." And I talked her out of it and this is how the conversation ended. "Fine, we'll adopt an Asian kid and name him Fon. You will be the godmother." I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF MYSELF!