Due to exceptional circumstances, the author's note will be at the end of the chapter, so see you there *.*

Namimori, Park, with Tsuna

Today was strange day, mused Tsuna as he made his way through the streets. Breakfast had uncommonly uneventful as Reborn had left early for god-knew-where. Bianchi was out of town so she hadn't been there to wreak havoc either. Lambo was ill so he had stayed in bed and when he wasn't around I-pin didn't cause any trouble. Therefore, breakfast that morning had been quiet, peaceful and in a word normal. Tsuna couldn't help but feel that this was the calm before the storm. His life had never been normal and there was no reason why today would be an exception. Not to mention his hyper intuition had been acting up ever since he had woken up that morning, giving him a nasty foreboding feeling.

The brunet rounded a corner and entered the park. He made his way to the playing area which was still empty at this early hour. He had planned to spend some time there, having nothing better to do. Nari (as he insisted he be called), had asked if Tsuna wanted to spend time with him but the brunet could tell it was out of politeness rather than a desire to get to know him. Sensing that the blonde had better things to do, Tsuna had declined saying he had things to do. That had been a lie of course. Hayato hadn't been seen in the last two days. And neither had Yamamoto, or rather Takeshi. Tsuna suspected the two boys was still under shock from his news. He knew that they would both need time to think about it before they could accept it.

As for Kyoya, he had been very busy lately as students from Namimori Middle School had been attacked repeatedly. Sasagawa Ryohei had been amongst the first to be attacked and was currently recovering in hospital.

He sat on one of the swings and stared up at the sky.

Shamal hadn't been in touch either. It wasn't that strange as the doctor often went off without warning. Even if he was at home, he wasn't the type to keep in contact with people. If he needed you you heard of him, if not you didn't.

"Tsuna-nii is ranked number one as hitman with the most potential but last in the healthy Mafia members."

Tsuna jumped slightly at the sudden announcement and looked on his left. A small boy wearing a long scarf was standing a few feet away. His eyes were distant and small objects in a five meter radius were floating. Actually floating in the air without any strings attached.

Dazed, Tsuna grabbed the swing's chains while looking wearily at the alien that had just appeared.

"Tsuna-nii is also ranked first in the hitmen who are more likely to accept a request."

Had this kid just called him 'gullible'? Well, he hadn't said that, but it was what it meant. Blasted brat. Worse was that he couldn't even deny it.

Still frozen out of shock, Tsuna watched the floating things fall back to the ground as the kid took an enormous book out of his coat (which was most likely alien-made seeing as the book was bigger than the kid and there had been no sign of it a few moments ago), and started writing down things in it. Once he was done, the kid put the book back in his coat (definitely alien-made) and went to stand in front of the older brunet.

"Hello, I've been calling you Tsuna-nii, can I keep doing it?" asked the kid with a bright, slightly adoring smile.

"…Sure." replied Tsuna after a moment's pause.

He was feeling a bit lost.

"So uh…what's your name?" he asked in an attempt to get a better understanding of the situation.

"Fuuta De La Stella." replied the boy.

Tsuna's eyebrows shot up. Of course! The ranking prince! Everybody in the mafia knew about him. Fuuta De La Stella made rankings concerning the mafia and he was apparently 100% correct. A lot of Famiglias wanted him even if they had to force him. Luckily for the kid, he had managed to successfully get away up till that day.

"Nice to meet you, Fuuta." said Tsuna returning the child's smile.

Before anything else could be said, three men in suits came running towards them, halting in front of the two boys.

"Hand us the boy." ordered the man who seemed to be the leader.

So that was why Fuuta had ranked him in the 'mafiosi who can't turn down requests' or whatever. Without bothering to engage in a conversation, Tsuna took out his pair of white mittens and put them on. He calmly went to stand between Fuuta and the three men and lit his flame.

Five minutes later, the two boys started making their way towards the Sawada home, leaving three men sprawled on the ground.

"I'll ask Nana if you can stay with us for the time being." said Tsuna as they walked in the streets. "Once I find a new place for myself and Lambo, you can come and live with us. I-pin might…"

He trailed off as his hyper intuition went berserk. He turned around, only to encounter darkness.

Shamal's office, with Shamal, Bianchi and Reborn

"What is this all about?" asked Reborn in his high-pitched voice.

He received no reply from the two other occupants of the room. Bianchi was standing against the door, jaw clenched. The baby glanced at her suspiciously. The pink haired woman wasn't anything like her usual self. She was unusually serious, hadn't tried to feed anyone her poisonous food and hadn't even attempted to hug him. On top of that, she had placed herself against the door as soon as Reborn had entered the room, thus making it impossible to use it as an escape route if need be.

Shamal was also acting differently from his usual self. Not only had he not flirted with Bianchi at all, he hadn't mentioned the fact that he really hated treating men. Having said that, Reborn wasn't even sure if he was going to get treated. He still had no idea why the two of them had asked him to come, they had just said it was some important matter they needed to settle and that they shouldn't tell Dame-Tsuna about it. Bianchi had even gone as far as to say she would out of town that day to avoid suspicion.

"Sit over there, please." asked Shamal, gesturing to a chair in the middle of the room.

Reborn tilted his fedora forward making no move to obey the doctor's request.

"Reborn, please!" said Bianchi from her spot next to the door.

The woman's tone implied so much wariness, that Reborn turned to look at her.

"It won't hurt you." said Shamal. "What I'm about to do is nothing that will damage you."

Without a word, the baby nodded stiffly and went to sit on the chair.

"Thank you." said Shamal, and he too sounded tired. "Now look into my eye."

Namimori, streets

The darkness only lasted a moment as Tsuna promptly unlatched Lambo from his face.

"Lambo, what are you doing here? You should be in bed!" said Tsuna worriedly.

"Lambo-san doesn't want to sleep. Lambo-san wants to go with Tsuna!" cried the boy clutching the brunet's shirt in his tiny fists.

"But Lambo, you're sick." protested the older boy.

"Lambo-san won't go to bed!" screamed the child, jumping to the ground.

He took a purple bazooka out of his afro and jumped in it before Tsuna could make a move. With a loud 'bang', a cloud of pink smoke erupted from the bazooka. When the smoke dissipated, Tsuna, who had rushed forward to see if Lambo was alright, found himself facing a tall teen with dark hair and green eyes. The teen had one eye closed, and was wearing a shirt with cow-print which reminded Tsuna of Lambo's cowsuit.

"Looks like my younger self used the ten year bazooka again." remarked the teen in a low voice. "Though for once I'm happy he did."

Tsuna blinked. He had heard of the Bovino Famiglia's ten year bazooka but he had never thought it might actually exist. Teen Lambo's lips stretched into a sad smile.

"I thought I would never see you again, Vongola. But here you are, alive and well. It makes one nostalgic."

Oh…Of course. Ten years in the future, he, Tsuna, would be dead.

Two strong arms pulled him into a tight embrace and he felt a few tears fall onto his neck. Just before the dark haired teen disappeared in a cloud of smoke, Tsuna heard his low voice whisper in his ear:

"I wish I had more than five minutes."

Tsuna wasn't sure how to react, so all he did was squeeze the five year old Lambo in his arms a bit tighter.

It was then that he realized Fuuta hadn't said anything in a while. He was about to turn around when something solid hit the back of his neck, swiftly knocking him out.

"Captured you, byon!" said a voice he didn't recognize as fell unconscious.

Shamal's office

As forgotten memories resurfaced, Reborn could feel his heart sinking. He had been tempted to think of it as a trick. It would be easier to think it was all lies. So much easier. But he knew, deep down, that it was all true. He had done something awful, had betrayed the person who mattered the most to him. He felt horrible. A lump had settled in his throat and he wondered if he wasn't about to get sick. How could he…Had it been done to him he would never forgive the traitor. He might have ruined everything. But why? Why the hell had he thought it was a good idea? How could he?

He looked up at Shamal, his look blank.

"What have I done?" he asked in a broken whisper.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next two will be devoted to Reborn's forgotten memories, so don't be surprised if you don't see any trace of the ongoing ation with Tsuna.

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