Enjoy your (very early) Christmas present. And I won't type more because I already had to type this chapter three times. Three times. Damn this computer...

Rokudo Mukuro was about to kill someone.

Mainly his so-called dad.

Because the latter had had the nerve to, the moment that the illusionist had touched the Japanese ground, force him to go to some puny amusement park.

And thus, Rokudo Mukuro wasn't a happy camper. Like not at all.

Especially in the queue of some stupid attraction with his twelve years old father figure. (Something was really wrong with him to think that and not question his sanity)

"So, my dear little Mukuro," the twelve years old father figure in question said excitedly. "Aren't you excited? We are going to have so much fun today!"

Mukuro face palmed and sighed deeply. Then, and mostly because he realized that Harry wasn't going to let him alone, he looked at the preteen and frowned slightly.

"Why in the seven hells are you disguising as him?"

The adult wearing a flashy blue suit smiled brightly and took the teen's hand with a wink on par. "Because I wouldn't be a great father if I didn't take you on my shoulders on your first day in an amusement park!"

"What?" Mukuro arched an eyebrow and looked briefly at his hands before frowning in anger. "When did you do it?"

"I think it was when you looked at this pretty girl," Harry commented absentmindedly as he looked at his nails.

Mukuro gritted his teeth and kept quiet as he had realized that the younger boy wasn't even listening to him.

"Still," the teenager added as he eyed warily the adult in front of him, "that suit is a crime against fashion..."

"Really?" Harry said as he grinned widely at his son. "I think it's quite lovely… So, how about going in that Ferris wheel?"

Mukuro raised an eyebrow and folded his arms. "No," he simply answered.

"But whyyyyy?" the 'adult' whined as he dropped on his knees in front of the 'younger boy'. "It would be fun!"

The illusionist looked around them and frowned when he noticed a faint shadow behind a cart. He gritted his teeth and sighed loudly before nodding once.

"Okay," Mukuro reluctantly accepted. "But only once. And you won't piggyback me. Am I clear?"

"Crystal clear!" Harry happily exclaimed before taking his son's hand and hauling him towards the Ferris wheel queue. "Come on!" he added excitedly. "I want to be in the first cart!"

"It's not like being the first or the last matter," the teenager - now transformed in a preteen - drawled. "We still will have the same ride…"

"Really?" the wizard's eyes gleamed and Mukuro stiffened instinctively when he noticed that his so-called father was slowly letting out some of his powers around him. The illusionist noticed briefly that some of those sparks of power were floating gently towards the place where the shadow was hiding and Mukuro wondered if Harry had planned all of that all along.

Maybe.

"Crap, didn't want to do that," Harry muttered when some sparks set a wood stall on fire. "Come on, let's run, I don't want Naru to be known as a pyromaniac!"

"Of course," Mukuro commented sarcastically. "You wouldn't want someone with a worse relation than you..."

"How did you know?" Harry exclaimed with a surprised face. "I thought that nobody would know!"

"Well, I'm not nobody," the illusionist drawled as he looked at his nails. "Let's get on that damn Ferris wheel..."

Harry narrowed his eyes and looked briefly behind him before nodding and hauling his son once more. They jumped in the Ferris wheel cabin and glanced at each other before smirking on par.

"At the count of three," the wizard proposed as his eyes glinted in mirth.

"One," Mukuro nodded and felt his lips stretch in a grin. He didn't know why but surprising that shadow was beginning to amuse him. And, maybe, Harry's ways were beginning to influence him. Maybe.

"Two," Harry crooned while their cabin began to ascend. The faint swaying perturbed momentarily Mukuro's balance (as he wasn't in his real body) and he quickly sat while he watched the sparkling blue suit wearing adult glare at the ground.

"And three," the two of them said and a spark fell from Harry's fists. The small fragment of light faintly danced in the cabin and illuminated it, shadowing their faces while Harry's grin widened drastically.

The spark suddenly imploded in a small psshhh and the two kept quiet while the Ferris wheel stopped working with a concert of creaks and metallic moans. Some tremor could be heard from outside and Mukuro noticed briefly that the cabins were swaying quite abruptly under the harsh wind.

"Let's see how much that baby likes his hat," Harry commented absentmindedly while he sat in front of Mukuro.

The latter raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. "You stopped the Ferris wheel," he plainly noted.

"Yes, I did, my dear Mukuro-bear," the wizard affirmed.

"How could that damage the baby's hat?" Mukuro asked while he wondered if his father was hiding a mastermind in all of his madness.

"You'd be surprised," Harry simply answered as he shook his head. "That baby has hiding places everywhere. But they're all mechanical. Really, he should have know better than using that against me…"

Mukuro blinked and felt once again the need to pout. However, he didn't. Because he was freaking Rokudo Mukuro. And Rokudo Mukuro didn't pout. Even if he really wanted to.

"You…" he began before halting as he didn't know how to ask that kind of question. "What did you do to that baby? Is it a baby like that Vendice?"

Harry seemed to ponder over his answer and shrugged.

"He isn't quite like him," he finally said as he began to munch on his lips. "But he could be. Later on. If he discovers things…"

"Things like what?" Mukuro had the inkling that his so-called father had stumbled on something really secret, that even the higher-ups in the Mafia didn't know. Some things that the illusionist had wanted to discover in his ways to World War Three. But of course, Harry had found them immediately.

It was beginning to piss him off. A lot.

"And that takes us to why I wanted to go on this Ferris wheel," the wizard smiled brightly. "Mukuro-pon, sit tight and listen because I'll tell you all the things I did in Japan. And after all of those amazing stories, we'll apparate somewhere else so I really hope that you didn't eat much this morning…"

Mukuro didn't even try to understand why the other could be implying and just nodded firmly. Then, Harry told him.

And the illusionist resisted with all his means against his instinctive reaction of gaping.

[...]

"So, I have a brother," Mukuro stated plainly.

"Well, we still aren't really sure about it but I'm ready to adopt him," Harry answered honestly.

"And he's your real son," the illusionist added blankly. "Biologically speaking."

"He does look a lot like me," the other muttered absentmindedly as he ran his hand through his hair. "But I don't have freckles. So they could have come from his mother's side…"

"You bought an estate," the teenager interrupted the preteen as he knew that the other was beginning another of his rambling.

"Yeah," Harry nodded with a bright smile. "Naru told me that it was an abandoned park and that no one went there. So I thought that it would be really classy for the next World ruler. It was an amusement park too!"

Mukuro sighed deeply and kneaded his temples. They still were in the Ferris wheel cabin and he was beginning to feel a little oppressed. The teenager glanced at the ground and frowned when he noticed a group of men trying to access to the panel of controls. However every time they tried, a violent wave of red sparks came from the panel. The illusionist glanced then at the wizard and smirked when he noticed that the latter had his stick out and was whistling happily.

However, his green eyes were alert and every time that the group of men tried to advance, they narrowed as the preteen pushed them with his power.

Mukuro quite liked that sight.

Not in a romantic way, of course. That boy was way too young. And male.

Without forgetting that Harry considered himself as his father. (Yep, that option was entirely out of the way now)

'Still,' Mukuro mused silently, 'that power was simply enticing.'

He wondered if that was why the creepy baby from Vendicare liked to stay with Harry.

Mukuro shook his head slightly and scolded himself from straying from his thoughts. Harry had appeared out of nowhere in his cell, back in his Estraneo days, and saved him.
And now, he was saying that he had had a kid before that day.

And Mukuro didn't forget how Harry had seemed surprised at his young appearance. Like he wasn't a kid.
Had he been rejuvenated? If so, why did it seem as he didn't remember having a kid?
Harry didn't seem like the kind of man who would forget about that. He was the one who was always talking about family!

And then, Mukuro realized something.

"How did you know that he was biologically your son?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Those kind of test take time. And you'd need some contact with the Mafia if you want to make them faster…"

"Fuuta-chan helped me," Harry shrugged and balanced his legs wildly while the cabin did the same under the harsh spring wind.

Mukuro froze and felt his heart stop right there.

"You talked with the Ranking Prince?" he asked with a blank voice.

"He's a really sweet boy," Harry confirmed. "I wouldn't mind if he was my son…"

"Is he under the Vongola Decimo's wing?" Mukuro whispered weakly.

Harry seemed to feel his son's impatience and bit his lips before nodding once.

"Yes," he curtly answered before taking a deep breath. "But I won't tell you where he is."

"Oya?" Mukuro felt his heartbeat quicken and cocked his head. "And why wouldn't you?"

"Because it would be boring for you," the wizard piped. "And because, sometimes, parents need to see their kids fly with their wings."

"So you're testing me," Mukuro resumed as he began to smirk. "Did that Vongola Decimo do that much of an impression to you?"

"He's quite of a nice guy," Harry confirmed. "And I'm staying in his house until you beat him."

"I won't follow you then," the teenager slowly closed his heterochromatic eyes and his smirk widened. "Other conditions?"

"No killing innocents," the wizard's steel voice surprised Mukuro and the latter opened his eyes to notice that his so-called father was staring at him intensively.

"No killing innocents. Understood."

"Great," Harry's steely expression vanished and he began to smile once again happily. "Now that we're good, all that's left is to go to some place and then, I'll drop you at your new base."

"It seems that you really planned everything to a tee," Mukuro drawled as he watched his father twirl the stick around his fingers.

"I had a whole week to do it," Harry grinned happily and suddenly a ray of lift came out of the stick before crashing against the panel of controls.

The Ferris wheel creaked loudly and with a concerto of metallic moans the cabins moved once again. However, the disparate family didn't wait to see it as Harry had taken Mukuro's and without further notice, disappeared.

[...]

Reborn clicked his tongue and dropped his telescope.

"Sir, we lost all contacts to the cabin," a voice buzzed in his ear.

The baby frowned and canceled the call without even answering.

He didn't like that one bit.

The young, Harry Potter, had left the Sawada's household before taking the bus to the airport. And there, just as a new batch of passengers came through the doors, he had used a really intricate illusion (Reborn hadn't been able to see through it. And that said something about Potter's powers as the Sun Arcobaleno had been able to see though Viper's illusions. Not all but still…) and walked in as Naruhoudou Mitsuki. If Reborn hadn't seen that illusion take place, he would have been fooled.

Then, Potter had taken someone who looked like him (another illusion. Or his secret twin maybe. Reborn didn't leave anything out of his theories.) and they had left the airport to go to some amusement park. Really, it didn't seem as something important.

But Reborn knew better.

When he had noticed the strange pair board on the Ferris wheel, he had immediately sent his army of beetles in the cabin. Then, as the cabin was bugged, he had religiously listened to everything. However, they didn't talk much, just sending each other jabs. And then, they counted to three.

Something had electrocuted (and killed) all the beetles and stopped the Ferris wheel on the way.
And Reborn still didn't know what was that something.

It was obvious that the baby wasn't happy.

He took his phone out of his suit and dialed quickly.

"Pronto?" a masculine voice answered immediately and Reborn smirked in satisfaction while his face shadowed.

"Come to Giappone," Reborn swiftly answered. "Quickly. And don't be noticed."

"Si."

The call ended like that and the baby's smirk widened.

"You're not the only one with friends, Mr. Potter," Reborn muttered lowly. "Let's see who will win this game…"

Meanwhile, in the shadows of an attraction, Sawada Nana, adorable and adored housewife tightened her hold on her wooden spoon and nodded curtly to herself.

So, Reborn-chan still wasn't ready to accept Harry-kun in the family?

She wouldn't accept that.

Her brown eyes sharpened and the wooden spoon cracked in her hand.

[...]

The apparition wasn't something that Mukuro was really fond of. Or rather, that his stomach was fond of. Suddenly, he understood why Ken had such a green face after a day with Harry.

The teenager took a deep breath and looked around him as he tried to not heave. If Harry wasn't heaving, then he wouldn't.

"Where are we?" Mukuro asked when he felt that he wasn't going to throw up.

"Somewhere in Tokyo," Harry answered while he literally shimmered.

His body flickered briefly and then there was another adult in place of the blue suit guy.

"And who is this one?" the illusionist asked while he checked if his 'father' had once again tinkered with his appearance.

Nope, he still was a preteen with big green eyes and a snarky grin. Not that it mattered, Mukuro still felt like he was in control so he didn't try to cast off the illusion.

"He's called Sugar's protector," the wizard answered seriously while he pushed his dark rimmed glasses with a finger.

He had dark hair and slanted eyes. And wore a dark suit.

"Very mafia looking guy," Mukuro commented. "And who's the Sugar? Some mafia boss?"

"Yeah, Dino-koi," Harry confirmed while smiling happily.

Mukuro face palmed.

"Ah, there she is!" the wizard suddenly exclaimed.

Mukuro lifted his head and looked at the young looking girl who was crossing the road with a sullen pout.

"Isn't she lovely?" Harry commented before following the girl.

Mukuro pondered over telling him that an adult following a young girl was shady as hell but prefered to stay silent.

After all, what wasn't better than seeing a little girl beating Harry to a pulp?

Nothing, right?

"Kya! Pervert!"

Yes, nothing at all.

[...]

Sawada Tsunayoshi wasn't feeling quite right.

Well, to be honest, it was since the beginning of the week that he had felt so under the weather. Or rather, since Harry had insisted in staying in his house.

But it wasn't that bad, living with him meant that Lambo was quiet. Deadly so.

Some times, Tsuna even forgot that the young child still lived in their house.

He still didn't know how Harry, a boy so young, could be Lambo's father but he thanked every deity that made it true because, honestly, since Harry's arrival, living with Lambo had been easy.

Really, Tsuna had never realized how much Lambo wanted to be recognized and loved. But with Harry in their house, all of Lambo's needs were catered and suddenly, Tsuna hadn't to deal with grenades, bombs and cries at every hour of the day and night.

So, when Harry disappeared in the morning and Tsuna was left alone with the kids as his mom and Reborn had vanished too, the poor teenager didn't feel quite right.

The poor teenager moaned when he had to evade, another time, a grenade and he winced when it exploded in their courtyard. Then, Lambo began to cry once more, whining that his father didn't like him anymore and yada, yada, yada.

What? Tsuna had his own father issues too.

And then, a miracle happened. Tsuna's face lightened and he began to smile while he ran (for his life) towards the gates where an adult was crouching and moaning in pain (he had been in the damage zone from the grenade).

Even if Tsuna didn't really know Dino's second, the boy knew, instinctively so, that the man could help him. So he did what everyone else would have done.

"HELP MEEEEEEE!" he screamed as he cowered behind the man's back.

The latter stiffened discreetly and Tsuna wondered briefly why Romario had a handprint on his face before ducking behind him as another pink grenade went flying towards them.

And then, another miracle happened. (Yes, this was beginning to be a lucky day for Sawada Tsunayoshi)

Romario spoke.

"Lambo, what did I say about grenades?"

Except that it wasn't Romario's voice. Nuh-no.

Tsuna looked with disbelief at the man's back, watching it shrink under his eyes before taking the smaller and weaker looking form of a familiar preteen.

"Papaaaaaa!" Lambo literally tackled Harry and the two of them fell over.

On Tsuna.

May the poor boy rest in peace.

[...]

"Mukuro-sama," Chikusa calmly said when they arrived to the Kokuyo abandoned park. "Is this our new base?"

The teenager didn't answer him and Chikusa looked at Ken. The blonde shrugged and panted before barking and taking a run in the wildness that was the park. Meanwhile, Chikusa glanced at Mukuro's white and tightlipped face before exploring too.

Seriously, what did Harry do to make Mukuro so shocked?

Funny thing was that Harry didn't do anything. It was more the little girl's language that shocked the poor teenager. That and the constant apparating that followed the girl's verbal and physical beating.

Mukuro's innocence (or what was left of it) wouldn't stay the same after that day…

[...]

'Dear Naru-tan,
Writing takes more time than calling you, can you tell me why the hell we're back to this? Is it because you're getting old?
Are you that nostalgic of our good old times together?
the wondering Harry Potter'

'Potter,
I never said that we had to write each other letters again! You're the one who decided that! And it's not even letters, you're just sending me mails!
Naruhoudou Mitsuki.'

'Dear Nagging boy,
But isn't this more familiar to you? You passed so much time in prison, I'm not sure if you have readapted correctly in our society…
Being quite worried of your well-being, Harry Potter.'

'To the idiot,
That's the pot telling the kettle back! Do I have to remind you that you're the one who's still without education? You're the one who didn't readapt correctly!
Naruhoudou Mitsuki.
PS: I watched the news. Why the hell do I appear in a Ferris wheel laughing like a madman?'

'Dear Kettle,
I told you to stop watching the news. They are a bunch of stupidities. And you weren't laughing like a madman, you were laughing happily! You should know better, it's you after all!
Worried about your sanity, Harry Potter.'

'Dear Pot,
You took my body, right?
Kami-sama, I feel violated…
Naruhoudou Mitsuki.'

'Dear Naru-tan,
You feel violated so quickly. Do you remember that time in the showers? You screamed rape before I even tried to! What a turn-off…
Being moody, Harry Potter.'

'So you did try to rape me! I knew it! Kami-sama, I need a therapy. Like right now. My adopted son tried to rape me...'

'Dear Mitsuki,
I talked with your boyfriend and he told me that you still haven't left your room. (And that it stinks). So I take back what I wrote, I didn't intend to pursue you. Mostly because you aren't my type. But it doesn't matter. (I prefer Dino-koi's body if you want to know)
I'm still your friend. Or adopted son. Really.
Trying to make peace with you, Harry Potter.'

'Dear Harry,
That must have been the worst apology letter ever. And you better remember it because next time, you'd have to say it in front of me. Am I understood?
Naruhoudou Mitsuki.'

'Dear Naru-chan,
Totally understood! But I really don't want to say it in front of you… Your niece had a really nasty left hook and I don't want to know if it runs in the family…
Still hurting over that hook, Harry Potter.'

'Dear Harry…
YOU FUCKING MET WITH HER?! I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HER! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, POTTER!
Naruhoudou Mitsuki.'

'Dear Naru-tan,
See? That's why I didn't want to apologize in front of you…
Also, she's a total beauty. Not like her uncle.
Snickering, Harry Potter.'

[...]

Reborn putted his earplugs out and sighed deeply. He had pinched all of Harry's things and everything that the boy said, did or even breathed, the baby knew it.

And that meant Harry's correspondence with Naruhoudou Mitsuki.

From what Reborn had read, Naruhoudou didn't really know about Harry's plans. That or the lawyer was smarter enough to not talk about it.

The baby swiftly sent an e-mail to the CEDEF, he wanted some of their agents on Naru's case and if Harry had mentioned Naru's niece, then two agents investigating her wouldn't be bad.

The Arcobaleno stood and glanced at his cup of coffee. He didn't know why but Sawada Nana, code name Maman, was being a really ditz those last days. Everytime she made him coffee, she confounded salt with sugar or added laxatives in the place of milk.

Had he done something that angered her?

Reborn pursed his lips and frowned once more.

Since Harry had appeared at their door, nothing went like he liked. Except Tsuna's training. Now that the children were busy playing with the dark haired boy, Tsuna had all the time to focus on his studies. Or on Reborn's crazy ideas.

Still, even if Harry was a real mystery, those days were being pretty calm. Almost boring.

Suddenly, Reborn's cellphone beeped and his dark eyes glinted while he read the incoming text.

'Sono in Namimori.
Mira?'

Reborn smirked and slowly wrote his message. Then, as he was about to push the send button, he halted.
Was Harry Potter that dangerous to him? Would he become Tsuna's demise?

He remembered how the cow's eyes had lightened when he had seen Potter. How Tsuna had seemed relieved when Potter played with the children and defused their weapons. How Maman always smiled brightly when Potter helped her in the kitchen.
Even Bianchi had seemed to accept the boy.

However, Reborn hadn't. Were it his hitman intuition or just common sense, he couldn't trust Potter.

He pushed the button.

[...]

At the same moment, a man wearing a simple white polo and black jeans wandered peacefully in the Namimori city. He felt his cellphone buzz in his pocket and quickly took it out. Then, as his brown eyes narrowed dimly when he took notice of his target, the man took a deep breath.

"Solo un ragazzo, uh… Bene," he whispered as he tapped absentmindedly his trousers. "Andiamo."

If he noticed the teenager patrolling in the street, he didn't let it show and just kept walking. However, the younger boy stopped short and narrowed his eyes.

"Carrying weapons are forbidden in Namimori," he hissed deathly while he took out two tonfas.

However, the man had long ago disappeared in the maze of Namimori.

The teenager gritted his teeth and glared around him, searching his prey.

[...]

"Why do I have that foreboding feeling that everything will go downhill from now on?" Naru muttered under his breath.

"Maybe because it's true," Harry shrugged.

The lawyer froze and widened his eyes.

"You…" he gasped. "Weren't you in Namimori?! Why the hell are you here? And since when? And how the hell did you find my niece, you bastard!"

"Shhhht!" Harry ushered him before taking a chair out of nowhere and sitting on it. "I apparated here because I felt that I needed some air. Also, I miss Bermie…"

"Right," Naru said blankly. "You miss the baby that tried to get into your pants…"

"Wasn't he a total gentleman?" the wizard whispered heartily. "But, back at your foreboding… Yeah, things will be pretty bad from now on…"

"And you're here because…" Naru drawled as he raised an interrogative eyebrow.

"No matter what happens, Naru," Harry smiled wryly at the lawyer. "No matter what, don't look for me. I'll be the one to contact you."

"It sounds like you're planning to die… Or disappear," the adult commented dryly.

But in truth, he was trying to stay calm. Harry's face seemed like he was ready to cry and Naru didn't want to see him crying. Mostly because he had never seen that and didn't want to begin today.

"It could be either or nothing at all," Harry shrugged. "My son's ready to make his moves and he'll kidnap Fuuta-chan. Once he does that, I won't be able to stop him (not that I want). And, as you're my adoptive father, they will come after you…"

"So," Naru gulped loudly and cursed his inability to find the correct words. "What do you plan to do?"

"You'll forget everything about me," the preteen slowly said. "I… can't see you die, Naru. It it happened… All that's left of my sanity would vanish…"

Naru gritted his teeth and observed attentively Harry's face.

It was obvious that the wizard didn't want to do this. However, if those green eyes were honest, the lawyer knew that Harry was ready to wipe himself out of his life to save him. Even if it meant that he would end alone.

"You're running away," Naru suddenly noted. "You don't want to face the responsibility that comes with those feelings so you're running away… Am I wrong?"

Harry laughed faintly.

"And here I was thinking that you were bad at reading people," he whispered as his eyes shone with fondness. "You're a great man, Naruhoudou Mitsuki. And I'm sure that you'll be a great lawyer…"

Naru took a deep breath and slowly opened his arms before cocking slightly his head.

"Before you do your memory wiping thing," he said as he looked at Harry's tense face. "Give me a hug. I can't believe that you never hugged your father…"

"How rude of me," the preteen commented and if his eyes were damp or if tears were freely falling on his cheeks, Naru didn't point it out.

Maybe because he was the same.

They hugged.

Then, as Naru took a step back and looked fondly at Harry who slowly took out his wand and directed it at the man's chest, the window exploded.

A salve of tiny pieces of glass showered the two men and Naru was quickly projected against the wall, Harry's body protecting him. Another detonation followed and the lawyer closed his eyes when he clearly felt the preteen's body fell with all his weight on him. Naru opened his eyes and took a quick breath before feeling his heart stop.

Harry had his eyes slightly ajar and his mouth was gaping, like he was silently screaming. But the worse was that he had a hole in his chest.

A hole with the size of a fist.

Naru screamed like a little girl. (Not that it mattered because Harry was bleeding so much! And he wasn't breathing!)

[...]

The man swiftly put away his sniper on his case and clicked silently his tongue in satisfaction. A window destroyed, that was something quite easy to mend, someone with only minor cuts and the kid dead. What an easy mission. Today was really a good day.

He jumped out of the roof and calmly walked towards the subway. In the meantime, he put his hoodie on and smirked to himself as he typed his text to his 'friend'.

'Missione completata.'

'Payment is in the usual bank account' was the prompt answer.

What a good day, indeed.

[...]

Hiding in the midst of the people in the subway, Nana eyed the man and smiled happily.

He had hurt Harry. And hurting Harry meant hurting her family.

Nobody hurt her family.

Her eyes darkened and her smile widened while the train closed its doors with a loud whistle.

So many Italian in this chapter... And it won't get better.
So here are the translations (thank you, Google translate...)

"Sono in Namimori. Mira?": I'm in Namimori. Target?

"Solo un ragazzo, uh... Bene. Andiamo": Just a kid, uh... Right. Let's go.

"Missione completata": Mission completed.

Quite easy, right?

So this chapter wasn't really funny. But then, I had to place Reborn's suspicions, Nana's yandereness (is that even a word?) the cliffhanger and the Italian Guy.

Which reminds me that the Italian Guy doesn't have a name. So, how about having the readers choosing him a name? I'll chose the best and fitting name in the names proposed!

So, how about a review? And shields? (I'll need them, Mukuro still doesn't know what happened to Harry...)