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Target 20

"Why are you following me?" You growl as politely as you can, your eye twitching in annoyance.

"Silly MJ is so much fun to be around," Byakuran said with his fox smile, his hands folded behind his head.

"You should really go find someone else to bother," you tell the boy for the umpteenth time.

Byakuran hummed in mock thought. Mock because you can tell from his aura that he wasn't in the mood to leave you alone anytime soon. "Don't wanna!"

It took a lot of energy for you to not blow your top. Even though you saw that response coming from a mile away, it still pissed you off. Byakuran had been following you as you traveled back and forth between the Vongola, Giglio Nero, and your own informants for the past month now. He never went all the way (you'd finally have an excuse to kill him if that were the case), just in between towns. You were starting to appreciate Xanxus and the rest of the potential Varia brats right about now.

While Byakuran hadn't done anything to you physically, he was a tricky kid with a dangerous mind. Perhaps, if you had met the boy before you met Tsuna, then you two could have hit it off smashingly. But as it was…You needed to make sure you were wary of him. There was something about him that you just couldn't bring yourself to trust completely.

However, Byakuran seemed to have gained some small attachment to you, which was odd because you didn't really think you did all that much. But there was no doubt that what you were reading from his body language, and more importantly, aura was a form of affection and possessiveness. He seemed to enjoy how you would be able to counter his conversations with witty or sarcastic responses and that you could keep up with all of his mind games. Frankly speaking, this was probably because Reborn and you had a hobby of twisting other peoples' minds as well as playing with each other's.

"Don't you have…I dunno, other brats you could go and bother right about now?" You inquire.

"Maybe~!" The boy sang.

You resisted the urge to slam your head against a wall multiple times. It wouldn't do any good for whatever business or home you end up taking down from the force.

So you continue as you are. This was probably going to be one of the longest missions of your life.

You were…upset.

Clearly and defined as upset.

To see such bitter emotions pass the eyes and aura of the young one was…saddening. He grew up in a kinder and warmer environment than you and yet…

Since when had the child started to harbor such feelings of resentment towards his father? Granted, the man was a complete moron and bore every ounce of contempt that you could produce, but still…Tsunayoshi was only a child of eight.

On the other hand, it wasn't completely Tsuna's fault. The oldest blond idiot was away the majority of the year, only coming home half a handful of times, and breaking numerous promises to return when doing so. And when he did return, all he did was lay around, eat, laugh obnoxiously, and all the while drink 'til he passed out.

You congratulated Nana on her spectacular ability to be completely oblivious to her husband's blatant lies as well as the darkness harbored in her children's heart whenever the man was merely mentioned, though Giotto's anger was a great deal less after he learned the truth about the man's position within the Vonogla, but there was contempt for the man nonetheless.

Personally, you hated how the man wore such ridiculous outfits and told such preposterous lies. Reborn and you had agreed not to let the man know that Tsuna knew about the mafia as well, but that did not give the man permission to be a complete moron when he 'explained' his jobs to the little one. Really, who directed penguin traffic in Antarctica for Pete's sake! You could nearly snap off the man's head every time he mentions his damned excuse.

You had too much on your plate already to worry about this idiot's lack of family understanding as well. The soon to be-, well you have to acknowledge that those brats have taken over the positions as the new Varia group for a year now. You should really stop calling them the soon to be when they already hold the title. But that was beside the point. Those Varia brats were going to try pulling a coup d'état and if they pulled through, then that could potentially put the occupants of the Sawada household in danger, which you really didn't need right now.

Even though Vipe- Mammon was feeding you information secretly, you still weren't sure how to go about this whole thing. Information that you had gathered when you first met the rash boy, only made things more difficult. You could tell by the two's different aura wavelength that Xanxus and Timoteo had absolutely no blood relation, and upon questioning the old man later, he confirmed this. However, this made planning a course of action more serious.

You flopped down on your bed in the Sawada household, completely exhausted. You're only back because of your promise to Tsuna. You could have probably stayed in Italy for another four good months with all the problems that you were helping to take care of. But you were sure that Reborn would have called you back soon anyways.

"Choas."

You deadpan. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You look over your shoulder without raising your head. "And what, o' mighty hitman, do you want of little old me?"

Reborn leaned against your doorframe with his arms crossed. "We have visitors, so get moving."

You suppress a groan. While you didn't let jet lag affect you on missions, that didn't mean you weren't affected at all. "Tell them I died." Suddenly you find yourself hoisted up and tossed over a sharp shoulder. You immediately start struggling to get out of the hitman's grasp. "Dammit Reborn! Let me go!"

But Reborn doesn't answer, instead just carries you all the way out to the kitchen and dumping you on the ground. You nearly swore on impact, but bit your tongue since Nana was present. You're forced to settle with glaring at the man.

"Nee-chan, are you alright?" The little brunette asked in concern.

You bite your tongue to keep surly yourself from making a sarcastic comment and nod to the boy. You glance around the room and notice that the house lacked these so called guests. "Oi, idiot with a bad sense of fashion. There's no one visiting, so why'd you drag me out here."

"Wait for it…" Reborn trailed off. And three seconds later the doorbell went off.

Nana went to go answer and returned with G and a little silver haired kid that looked nearly identical to him trailing behind.

"Sorry I'm a little late, Giotto," G said with a crooked smile. "My brother and sister wanted to come along as well."

"Primo! It's an honor to see you again!" The silver headed little boy called out. You guessed that he was about Tsuna's age.

More importantly…You raise an eyebrow at the blond. "Primo?..."

"Ah…Hayato gave me that nickname after our first meeting apparently," Giotto mumbled in embarrassment.

G jumped in to elaborate a little more. "I think it's a form of endearment and respect."

"Pfft." You press your fist to your mouth to hide your laughter. The idea of showing the whiney blond and respect was hilarious.

"Who are you?" The silver head kid cut in rudely.

You stare blankly at the kid. Dear lord. Please don't let this be another loudmouth brat. You got that enough from the Varia. "Pardon? Since when did I have to introduce myself to a rude brat?"

"You should show the Mockingbird a little more respect, Hayato," Reborn said calmly with a smirk.

"The Mockingbird!" The youngest Gokudera brat shouted. His eyes started glittering and he took on an air or worship around his as he gazed at you.

You sweat drop…It was a little creepy.

"Reborn!" A girl with pink hair ran out from behind her brother and tackled the hitman. The sight of a fellow female hugging the sadist made you want to barf.

"Reborn, Bianchi, tone down the PDA levels," you cross your arms to show disproval.

"You!" Bianchi shouted venomously.

You roll your eyes. "Well didn't my day just get that much better. And how may I help you today?"

"You're with Reborn again I see. So you lied!" Bianchi uncurled one arm and pointed at you dramatically. "You're always together so you must be in love with Reborn as well."

Must be…in love…with…Reborn…

There are very few moments in your life where you actually broke down into legitimate laughter. Actually, you could count every single occasion on one hand and still have room for more. But today, you added one more to that count.

You doubled over in laughter it was so bad. "In…love with Reborn?...Reborn?" You couldn't even speak coherently you were laughing so hard. "Oh my gosh!...S-Stop! It hurts!…Oh god that's too funny!...Reborn!...Ah! My stomach! No, no! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

You fell to the ground and rolled side to side.

"That's just too rich!...Me in love with Reborn!...Oh god! I can't take it, it's so hilarious!" You banged your fist against the ground repeatedly. "I think I'm gonna die, I'm laughing so hard!...Reborn! Reborn! HA! That's just too good!"

Not even Reborn stomping down on your back could stop your yowling laughter. And every time you started to calm down, you would look up and see Bianchi and end up on the ground clutching your stomach and howling with laughter all over again.

But then everything went bad. No. It was horrible.

One second you were clutching your stomach while trying to stand up straight, the next you were standing, but everything was…huge.

"What the hell just happened to me!" You shout. You hold out your hands and gasp in horror, feeling your face to confirm and find chubby cheeks. "Why am I a baby! And why is Reborn and adult again!"

"It's proof that I'm your superior," the hitman said smugly.

"Fix this immediately!" You demand.

Reborn rolled his eyes. "How am I supposed to know what happened, fix it yourself."

You can feel your temper rising and you open your mouth to hell at the jerk, when suddenly you are the one standing over him. "HA! Who's the baby now?"

You block Reborn's kick with a single hand and a very smug look. But your amusement is short lived when Reborn lands on your foot. You don't wince (you've been through worse injuries) but it does piss you off. However, when you open your mouth to hiss something at the hitman, all the sudden your situations are switched again.

Your eye twitches. "This is a problem," your growl.

For once, Reborn is serious and agrees. "We should go find the others and see if we can figure out what's going on."

"Nee-chan, Reborn, what's going on?" Tsuna inquires worriedly. You could almost die of shame when he picks you up.

"Why is JJ a baby now?" Giotto asks as well, looking oddly distressed.

"Dammit all," you mutter. "It must be the disproportional balance. This is why I never should have allowed you to drag me along. Now I'm condemned to a life of humiliating body proportions and even more condescending fools."

"We're leaving," Reborn replied shortly and headed toward the door. You hopped up onto his shoulder to hitch a ride, thankful that he didn't shove you off.

The two of you head off without another word, and you grumble all the while. After a few quick calls, Reborn starts heading toward the shrine where the two of you wait for the others to arrive.

"What happened to you, kora!" Colonello choked out through his laughter when he set his eyes on you.

You reply with an accordingly kick to the face. You're sadistically happy to see that despite your size, you still have a great deal of the same strength you had before, which meant that the blond idiot was sent flying back a distance.

But the moment is ruined when Reborn picked you up by the back of your collar like you were some kitten. "Hey! Put me down!" You protest angrily.

"Calm down you idiot," Reborn nearly snorts and tosses you toward the newly arrived Luce.

"I'll kick your ass for that Reborn!" You shout at the irritating punk.

"But it is quite odd," Fon cut in. "Verde and Luce said before that we were supposed to end up as infants, but why is it that JJ has taken on this form and why now?"

"Perhaps we should wait for Verde before we jump to conclusions," Luce said with a soft, and slightly amused, smile.

You huff and roll your eyes. You don't know why you're feeling so irritated, but now that you have these emotions going, you can't seem to be able to stop. The good side of this was that displaying negative emotions didn't affect your barrier. You count your lucky stars that no one with malicious intent was around when you were laughing, or you may have been in a lot of trouble.

"Where's Mammon?" Skull whines.

You blink and look around. The stuntman was so low on your awareness radar that you hadn't even noticed his arrival. But you decide that you should let the other's know about the mist Arcobaleno's whereabouts so that they didn't give him trouble later. "Mammon won't be coming. It would be disastrous for him to leave his post right now."

"Then we can get started." You look around to see Verde emerging from the forest atop some transportation device that he had created. "I came up with a hypothesis after we first departed after our final mission, but I haven't had any further incidences that I could evaluate to confirm my suspicions."

"If you're looking for a new guinea pig, then you've got another thing coming bub," you growl.

Verde smirked, but shook his head and pushed up his glasses. "It is unneeded at this moment. Rather, I believe that we should just test out my theory instead."

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. "And what would that be."

You're really starting to hate people smirking at you right about now.

Bleck :p. Tired. I'll update my others stories soon too.

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