Ryohei shoved down the sense of deja vu he felt at the sight of seeing young Tsuna jogging a little ways ahead of him. He watched silently for a moment as the boy tittered to the side, coughs racking his frame. Huh. This Sawada was still physically weak, huh?

"EXTREME GOOD MORNING SAWADA!" Ryohei hollered, watching Tsuna jump in the air in surprise.

"HIII! Who-?" Tsuna turned behind him, blinking at the sight of Ryohei. "Oh! Sasagawa-senpai! Good morning!"

"You doing an EXTREME workout this morning?" Ryohei asked, catching up with Tsuna. Tsuna, sweating, flushed, and looking ready to demand to be carried, just gave a dead look.

"Reborn - ah, my tutor said I had to. As punishment. For calling him a bitter old bag of bones." Tsuna didn't look shy about blurting out his punishment. Ryohei blinked before giving a chuckle.

"That sounds EXTREMELY fun! Mind if I join you?" Ryohei asked, clapping Tsuna on the shoulder. Said pat ended up flinging Tsuna forward and making him crash into a telephone pole with a grunt. Damn strength.

"S-sure," Tsuna wheezed out as he shakily turned to Ryohei while gripping to the pole for dear life.

The two began jogging, Ryohei chancing glances at Tsuna every-so-often when Tsuna was too distracted with gasping gulps of air or coughing.

"Sawada," Ryohei spoke up after staring, noticing something was off. "What are you doing?" The boy was running while holding weights in each hand. Smart in theory, but with how the boy was swing them at his sides was...dangerous.

"Eh? I was told you do it like this," Tsuna spoke, stopping.

"...by who?" Ryohei asked slowly, wondering who'd give such dangerous advice.

"My mom," Tsuna spoke.

Nana-san, Ryohei thought, you are a dangerous woman.

"Ah, Sawada, you got the idea right. Instead of swinging them at your sides, holding them up to your chest. It'll work your arm muscles while you run so you'd be killing two birds with one stone," Ryohei spoke. "Or you can be like me and practice your punches with the weights. Either one."

"Eeeeh," Tsuna droned out as he stared star-eyed at his weights. "I didn't know these could be so useful."

What did you think they were for…? Sometimes, Ryohei forgot that he was more knowledgeable in the field of workouts than anyone else in their group, sans Takeshi.

"Like this?" Tsuna asked, mimicking a punch with the weight. Ryohei smiled, stopping to adjust Tsuna's extended arm.

"Keep your elbow straight and your wrist still. Don't bend your wrist or lock your elbow, but make sure they are firm. You got to have solid contact," Ryohei explained, slow-motioning Tsuna's arm into a proper punch. "Go slow since your arms aren't used to the strain of weights. Once you get the hang out if, you can start punching faster. You don't want to pull any muscles."

"Heeeeh." Tsuna stared at Ryohei. "You make a great teacher, Sasagawa-senpai. Easy to understand." Ryohei decided that mentioning this was Kyoko's training regimen probably wasn't the best. So he kept quiet.

"Are you straining your body? You are EXTREMELY breathing to heavy," Ryohei pointed out, frowning slightly.

"Ah, no, I'm just out of breath," Tsuna waved off. "Want to continue?"

"I can't believe you got a fever from running," Reborn said as he stared down at Tsuna's curled up body.

"Shut uuuuup!" Tsuna's muffled whine from under the blankets sounded. "It's not my fault my body wasn't used to the exercise."

"...actually, yeah, it is," Reborn countered with a shake of his head.

"Reeeebooooorn! Shut up! I feel like crap!" Tsuna popped his head out from the bundle of blankets, face flushed and brown eyes slightly cloudy.

"Okay, okay. I'll go tell your guard-dogs you won't be going to school today," Reborn spoke and left the room. Tsuna stared at the ceiling, huffing silently to himself.

"This sucks," he grumbled to himself and reached blindly under the covers for his cell-phone.

I'm siiiiiick. I can't come to school today. Take notes for me? (๑-﹏-๑) - Tsuna (CoffeCake)

Tsuna slumped over, holding back a sneeze as his phone buzzed.

SICK?! TSUNA-SAMA IS SICK! I WILL BREW YOU HERBAL TEA AND CLIMB THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS FOR REMEDIES TO HEAL YOU! ∑(;°Д°) - Hayato (HayaBean)

WWWWWWWWWW 0-100 real quick! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° - Takeshi (StabbyMcStabStab)

Hayato I am fine please DON'T LEAVE THE COUNTRY! - Tsuna (CoffeeCake)

DON'T WORRY TSUNA-SAMA I AM CONTACTING MY BLACK MARKET MERCHANT AS WE TEXT! - Hayato (HayaBean)

While he's doing that, I'm on my way to steal yo' Tuna ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ - Takeshi (StabbyMcStabStab)

Takeshi. Please. ┐(;Ծ⌓Ծ;)┌ - Tsuna (CoffeeCake)

Takeshi you dumb shit go to school - Hayato (HayaBean)

What? But Tsuna isn't there so there's no point. Besides Haya, we both know Tsuna's super clingy when sick~ ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ - Takeshi (StabbyMcStabbStab)

What (,,꒪꒫꒪,,) - Tsuna (CoffeeCake)

I'M ON MY WAY TSUNA-SAMA DON'T WORRY I WILL PROTECT YOU! ─=≡Σ(([ ⊐•̀⌂•́]⊐ - Hayato (HayaBean)

Tsuna squeaked as his phone was lifted from his hand, his head tilting back to stare at Reborn's raised eyebrow. Reborn scrolled through the messages, looking vaguely amused.

"The ill shouldn't be wasting energy on their phone," Reborn commented as he pocketed the device. Tsuna curled deeper into his blankets, giving Reborn his biggest puppy eyes he could muster.

"No phone?" Tsuna whined out. Reborn's eyebrow twitched and he looked away before Tsuna could catch the spasm along his jaw.

"No. Now, your idiot brother and I are going to with Nana-san to the airport," Reborn explained. "I need to know you can take care of yourself until we get back."

"Why the airport?" Tsuna asked, sitting up. He swayed slightly as the room momentarily swam around him before he focused on Reborn, who held a steadying hand on his shoulder.

"We're picking up a family friend. He's going to be staying with us for a while," Reborn explained. Tsuna stared. What, did his mom run a bed-and-breakfast for mafioso?

Tsuna finally noticed the steaming mug in Reborn's other hand and without thinking, reached for it.

Reborn handed the mug over, smirking when Tsuna gave a sniff and recoiled, alarmed.

"What is that? It-it smells...like...lemons...and….garlic…?" Tsuna asked, titling his head to the side.

"Si. It is a old recipe my nonna used to make me when I was sick. It's literal garlic-lemon juice. Su, finiscilo." Reborn maneuvered the mug to Tsuna's lips, tilting the boy's head back with a bit of force and make him swallow a good mouthful of the foreign liquid.

"Geh!" Tsuna coughed, nearly spitting the juice in Reborn's face as he shoved the mug away. "Why?"

"Idiot," Reborn sighed and set the mug down on Tsuna's desk, reaching out and ruffling Tsuna's hair. "We'll be back. I want that empty by the time we come back, understand?"

"Yeah," Tsuna spoke and with one final head-pat, Reborn left the room. Tsuna sat there, cloaked in his heavy comforter and blankets and rubbed at his forehead.

"Creepy Italians," Tsuna mumbled to himself.

He didn't know when he had fallen asleep but he came to hearing muffled, incoherent whispers.

"He's so cute when he's sleeping," a voice gushed. Who was cute? Why couldn't he move?

"Get the fuck away from him, asshat!" Another voice hissed. Why couldn't Tsuna see?

"Hahaha! This reminds me of that time Tsuna got a really bad fever from poison and we crashed in his room for an entire week! Even Kyouya slept with us for a good hour!"

What…?

"Oh yeah. I remember that. Reborn wouldn't let Tsuna-sama out of his sights a good solid month after that. He was like a mother cat."

Who…?

"Haha. Yeah. Hey, you know, I'm really starting to see the differences between these two. This Tsuna is...more...out-there?"

"Took you long enough, you piece of shit."

"Aw, I love you too Haya!"

Oh.

"Mmn. Take? Haya?" Tsuna's eyes fluttered open to see Hayato sitting on the ground in front of Tsuna's bed, a hand running through the sick boy's hair. Tsuna felt a arm around his waist and knew the reason he couldn't move was because of the leech on him.

"I told you two to go to school," Tsuna whined, pouting as Takeshi sat up behind him.

"Haha! Surprise!" Takeshi laughed.

"Tsuna-sama, drink your juice please," Hayato spoke, shoving the now cold mug into Tsuna's face. Tsuna crinkled up his nose and buried his head into his blankets, hiding.

"No."

"Tsuna-sama," Hayato spoke, voice as sharp as a knife, "drink it." A hand snaked its way out of the blanket confines and groped blindly for the mug. Hayato handed it to him and Tsuna popped out again to gulp it down.

"Good boy!" Takeshi laughed, ruffling Tsuna's hair. Tsuna glared at Hayato and hid himself again.

"Imma sleep," Tsuna slurred and was already drifting before the words left his mouth

"Reborn, I don't want it," Tsuna spoke as Reborn straddled the young man to his bed.

"You are going to take it and you are going to like it." Reborn's eyes were narrowed and determined as one of his hands pinned Tsuna's hands above his head. Tsuna, skin glistening in sweat and breath coming out in shallow pants, turned his flushed face away.

"No," Tsuna stubbornly spat.

"Do it," Reborn commanded and Chrome swooped in, shoving the ladle-full of dark red liquid into Tsuna's mouth. Tsuna thrashed against Reborn, his legs bucking wildly as Kyouya clamped a hand over Tsuna's mouth.

"It's EXTREMELY OKAY TSUNA! THE MEDICINE IS GOING TO HELP YOU!" Ryohei screamed in the background. Tears trickled down Tsuna's cheeks as he was forced to swallow the disgusting liquid of death.

Medicine his ass. It was liquified plague.

"...du...wanna...medi….ew," Tsuna mumbled as he blearily peeled his eyes open. A hand, much larger than Hayato's, was running through Tsuna's hair and massaging his scalp. Tsuna, through the fuzzy shapes and shadows blocking most of his view, felt that there were only one other person in the room with him.

"No? But it's going to help you, Dame-Tsuna," the owner of the hand purred.

"Grossssss liq'd plague…" Tsuna moaned as the hand traveled to the back of his neck and rubbed.

"You were always such a baby when it came to medicine, huh? I guess that won't change about you." Tsuna rolled towards the hand, his back to the wall as he curled onto the lap of the person.

"Meanie Reborn," Tsuna whined as he began to fall asleep again. "Spartan Tutor." The hand moved to rub at his head again and Tsuna gave a sigh. "...miss you…."

The hand stilled.

"That's where Lambo and Ipin like to play. That's where I killed a man who flashed Fuuta. That's the best crepe place. That's-"

"Precious Ettore, I am honored to beest hath shown these marvelous places by thee, I very much am, but I am in a drive to meeteth with mine Lord's youngest issue. " Basil looked hurt, he really did, that he had to cut the tour short.

"Aw com'mon Basil! I want to show you my new life. Japan isn't so bad. Not as much...filth. The streets are cleaner though the food could have larger portions." Ettore, holding Basil's hand, stopped to pout at the other teen. Any passer-by would be awe-struck by the two foreigners speaking in another language (Italian) and looking like they were on a date.

They weren't. Ettore just wanted to show off his territory (not that Kyouya knew this of course).

"Precious Ettore, sir, please. Thy father, mine Lord, gaveth me a very important mission ." Basil's shoulders were slumped. Ettore rolled his eyes and sighed, giving in.

"Okay okay. Let's go. I want you to meet my babies anyways," Ettore explained, suddenly brightening at the thought of showing off his children.

"Precious Ettore, I desire thy mother's habits haven't rubbed off on thee, " Basil spoke with a deep frown, clearly worried.

"Nah," Ettore spoke with a wave. "You gave the rings to Reborn, right?"

"Of course! I wast tasked to giveth the rings to Reborn, who would safely deliver those folk to the Decimo," Basil reported, falling still as he reported to his higher-up.

"Good." Ettore smiled and Basil shuddered at the stiffness of it. "Let's go! I can't wait to introduce you to Tsuna. He takes after his mother, but I guess that's a similarity between us. The only thing we both inherited from our father is our charm, I guess!" Ettore laughed.

"Precious Ettore, please don't speaketh ill of thy father as such," Basil pleaded.

"Ok Shakespeare let's go." Ettore tugged Basil along.

"VOOOOI! THAT SHITTY BRAT WHERE IS HE?!" A voice like thunder clap roared through the air.

"Ushisishi we missed him, it seems," another voice laughed.

"FUCK! THAT SHITTY BOSS WILL HAVE MY HEAD!"

The the middle of the airport pick-up/drop-off, two figures dressed in black stood out amongst the Japanese who steered clear of them.

Meanwhile, two Illusionists felt a stir in their barrier.

Guess who it is? (ง ͠ ᵒ̌ Дᵒ̌)¤=[]::::: - Takeshi (StabbyMcStabSab)

Is that supposed to be Squalo? WWW - Ryohei (JackintheBox)

Kufufufu so the time has come? ԅ(≖‿≖ ;ԅ) - Mukuro (Cool-aid Man)

Mukuro-sama your use of emojis makes me uncomfortable ૮( ᵒ̌▱๋ᵒ̌ )ა - Chrome (ChocolateAngel)

Mukuro (Cool-aid Man) has been removed from the chat group by Kyouya (Birb)

Namimori is my territory. Not even the Varia are allowed. - Kyouya (Birb)

Mukuro (Cool-aid Man) was invited into the group chat by Chrome (ChocolateAngel)

ಥ⌣ಥ - Mukuro (Cool-aid Man)

（╬ಠ益ಠ) Can we please be serious? Tsuna-sama doesn't have as much experience as last time due to the side effects the DWBs have on him. - Hayato (HayaBean)

Puppy is right. Rain, Storm, please look after Boss and train him well. (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ - Chrome (ChocolateAngel)

You do realize we're gonna have to hold back a hella lot, right? ˉ̶̡̭̭ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ˉ̶̡̭̭ - Takeshi (StabbyMcStabStab)

EXTREME! - Ryohei (JackintheBox)

Tsuna sneezed in his sleep.