Hihi guys~ Reborn was so cool in the latest chapter! :D Please enjoy and review!

WARNING! Reborn is somewhat OOC in the confrontation between him and Primo... Tsuna is kinda OOC too...more than usual... :O

Katekyo Dame-Tsuna!

Chapter 28

"How do you know Tsuna?"

Flaming fists clash, amber against yellow. Reborn keeps his face cool and free of pain as his bare fists meet the metal fingers of Primo's hands. Beads of crimson drip from his knuckles, but the flow stops as his flesh heals, thanks to his Sun Flames.

"I am his predecessor."

"You give off a different vibe compared to your words, Primo."

Amber eyes meet sharp onyx ones, narrowing ever so slightly. He's sharp, worthy of his title as the number one hitman. With a sharp twist, Primo slips his way out of their stagnant fist fight, his mantle flowing dramatically. Reborn takes the moment to dive in for another attack, his legs pumping as sprints towards the blond.

As he raises his fist to launch an attack, a foot makes contact with his abdomen, knocking him off of his feet and leaves him gasping for breath. How is it possible for a four hundred-year-old semi ghost person able to kick him this hard? Reborn clutches his side, his mind's gears cranking to life as he thinks of a solution to get his answers from the blond.

He's invincible in this form, what with his perfected techniques and experience of a thousand battles, Reborn thinks to himself as he props himself up and leans against the wall. He can't keep using his flames to heal himself. If this goes on, his combat abilities will be weakened!

"Let's compromise, Reborn. If you land two consecutive hits on me, I'll reveal whatever is necessary."

Reborn watches the man warily, noting that the man is telling the truth, his stance relaxed. So, he just has to land two consecutive hits, and he'll get all the answers he needs? Piece of cake.

Well, that was what Reborn had thought, until he is quick to realize that Primo is quick on his feet. Fatigue is overriding the hitman's entire system, attacking at his tired limbs like a virus. His once sharp swipes are sloppy and lack strength in them. However, he is stubborn and keeps swiping at the blond.

"Why do want answers, Reborn?"

"Because that tutor of mine won't tell me anything!"

Reborn halts his swiping, his breath somewhat labored. Why won't Tsuna tell him anything?

"He is only doing what is best-"

"Don't give me that bullshit! Everyone's been telling me same crap over and over again!" Fury and sadness burn in Reborn's eyes. "I bet he's glad that I'm missing!"

"Silence! You will not speak foul of my successor!"

Primo's voice booms in anger and a protective sense of ferociousness at Reborn's accusation. His mane of blond hair seems to glow angrily as the blond looms over the young hitman, a menacing aura enveloped around his figure.

"He is by far, the holder of the purest heart and flames, surpassing my own! Tsunayoshi is not one to lie and will only look out for the best in people! He is a Vongola, and we work hard to uphold our pride!" Cold, amber eyes freezes Reborn. "Do not attempt to soil our name, hitman."

Primo slips his ring off and he dissipates into air, just as he should be as a four hundred-year-old spirit, leaving the sixteen-year-old hitman alone, dumbstruck.

"V... Vongola...?"

xx

Soft footsteps pitter patter on the wooden flooring of the inn, a pair of small feet slowly making their way through the corridor. A yawn escapes his lips and he brings an overlong sleeved hand to cover his open mouth. The long pajama pants drag along the ground at his feet, too long for the petite brunet. He walks through the open doorway, the scent of breakfast tempting him.

"M... Mornin'..."

"Tsuna! What are you doing up? You have a high fever!"

"'m fine..."

Slender arms pick him up as if he were a little kid, much to the brunet's protests. Sighing good-naturedly, Fon sets the brunet onto a high stool by the breakfast counter before returning to cooking some breakfast. The innkeepers hadn't wanted Fon to cook in the kitchen, but with his great persuasion, they let the sixteen-year-old have his way.

"Fon, what's going on?"

A head of teal hair pops out from around the doorway entry, blue eyes widening at the sight of the brunet with a bad case of bed head. With a squeal, the young girl runs up to the sleepy brunet and hugs him tight.

"You're finally awake, Tsuna!"

"Mhm..."

Uni sends a questioning glance at Tsuna's lack of response and turns to Fon for help, but the martial artist shrugs and continues cooking. Turning the gas off, he scoops three servings of dumplings and noodles, placing a plate in front of Tsuna and another for Uni before settling down with his own.

"Uni, he's fine. Just a little disoriented from the fever and sleeping through two days."

Uni nods in understanding, patting the soft fluff of brown hair. She hops onto a high stool beside her tutor's and starts on her noodles, complimenting the Asian teen on his delicious cooking. Said Asian takes her compliment with stride, smiling peacefully. Tsuna, mutters a quiet thank you and "itadakimasu", still drowsy from sleep and pokes at his food, slowly munching on the dumplings.

Once he is done, Uni takes his plate and places it in the dishwasher and leaves the kitchen, smiling at Fon, while Tsuna trudges up the stairs to his bedroom. Fon's sharp ears pick up the spray of the shower and he settles down with a cup of oolong tea. As he takes his first sip of the tea, a horde of elephants seem to thunder down the stairs and the martial artist chokes as Tsuna appears round the doorway, clad in only a towel around his waist.

"Where's Reborn?!"

"Tsu-Tsunayoshi, I th-think it's best if you hold your towel..."

"HIIIEEE!"

Tsuna blushes a bright shade of crimson and holds his slipping towel tight, waiting for Fon to regain his composure and soothe his throat. With the blush gone and composure regained, Fon smiles calmly at Tsuna albeit slightly strained.

"Reborn... hasn't been found since yo/u fell unconscious for two days due to your high fever, Tsuna..."

"W-what?"

Fon nods solemnly, the room's temperature dropping by a couple degrees. Tsuna shivers in his towel and frowns. Surely Reborn could not be avoiding him, could he? Just then, Tsuna sneezes loudly.

"Please put on some clothing, Tsuna. You'll catch a cold!"

"Hai, hai..."

Tsuna waves Fon away just as the Chinese teen stands up, walking back up the stairs. He sniffles a little and rubs his nose. Hopefully, he isn't too weak from his fever to go search for Reborn...

xx

"Have you collected yourself, hitman?"

Reborn keeps his eyes shut, suppressing the flinch at the phantom's sudden voice. As if on cue, there is a slight breeze and the atmosphere grows unbearably thick.

"Yes."

"Do you think any different of my successor?" Reborn's eyes snap open and he looks up at the looming phantom.

"Why would I, Vongola Primo?"

There is a pregnant silence between the two as they speculate one another.

"Well then, would you like to hear the history of the becoming of the Arcobaleno and the existent of tutors?"

"With pleasure, Primo."

I realize that when people stress out, I stress out...sometimes...like now... -A-" My head's pounding like mad from everyone going, "Stress ah! Stress ah!", or maybe I just need some sleep... Anyway, it's still early here...sorta... :P I'm also working on a new idea, an original one and a KHR fan fiction version of it... I won't post it until I'm done with everything else, which will be a while...maybe...

Review please!