Yo, happy Saturday. Gotta write two 8 page essays next weekend, so I'm going to try and update all ( Or most, or some at the very least) of my stories this weekend.

"Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes."

Oscar Wilde

He glanced over his injured student. His head and arms were covered in bandaged from the chains and burns he sustained during the short confrontation. It was frankly shocking the boy had managed to do what he did. Forcing his body into a semi-hyper dying will mode without a pill or bullet to stimulate the change.

As outstanding as it was, though there was a reason why it took intensive training and exposure to dying will flames before someone could even attempt to reach that state and even then most flame users never did.

He forced his body past its limits and now he was suffering for it.

Reborn reached over and rested his hand on his students bandaged forehead.

He sat on the night table. He didn't sigh, but he came close to it. The boy was sleeping peacefully now. An improvement from the fevered mutters and whimpers that had been plaguing him for several hours.

The whispered words gave away much about his student. Information he would normally be ecstatic to find out.

However, he felt no joy from the mutters today and it wasn't just because of the company in the room with him. He tilted his fedora down over his eyes and glance at the other occupant of the room. The boy was curled in the farthest corner where the light of the moon did not reach him. Mismatched eyes flashed when the boy noticed Reborns attention on him.

He didn't move, however, and he probably wouldn't until his wayward student showed signs of waking.

Newly bonded guardians tended to be a bit clingy, after all.

(Mukuro wasn't the only one, though. There was a pile of worried future guardians sleeping out in the hallway and if that wasn't Hibari skulking on the tree outside Tsuna's window he'd eat his hat.)

But of all of Tsuna's new and potential guardians, Mukuro was the most in tune with his element. Which likely made the situation all the more stressful for him. He was battling between his new bond and his hatred for the Vongola and the mafia in general.

This time he did sigh.

Despite what many may think he was not infallible. He made mistakes and misjudged situations just like everyone else. And despite what that Colonnello said, he was also perfectly willing to admit he made a mistake.

(To himself at least.)

And he definitely made one here.

He had been so thrown off by the situation with the invisible bugs and Shuichi's being...just Shuichi, that he hadn't noticed the signs of a tentative bond forming between the two boys.

If he was honest with himself, he didn't even consider the possibility. Mostly because he had his mind on other potential mist users.

(Choosing a mist guardian was a delicate process in the Vongola due to the whole affair with the Primo's mist guardian. With that in mind, he had started creating a list of potential guardians whose personalities and abilities would suit Tsuna.)

No. He didn't see the signs until he got a look at the boy's face after the Vindice had disappeared into the living room. He realized then that everything that occurred from that point onward would be out of his control.

One simply did not get between a sky and their newly bonded guardian, especially an untrained decendent of the Primo Vongola.

The fact that the Vindice were willing to fight that battle only showed how much they had been insulted by Mukuro's escape. They would be especially temperamental for a while after this. He'd have to inform the 9th to be extra cautious for the time being when it came to dealings with them. It was probably best to simply avoid it all together if they could.

He sighed.

Speaking of dealings.

He jumped down from the nightstand and walked towards the door. He only briefly glanced at the tense mist user in the corner, before slipping out the room. He could trust his student with his guardian, even if said guardian had all but sworn to kill him just yesterday. The 9th's storm guardian was the same way if the stories he heard held merit and now the man was his most loyal supporter.

In any case, he had some more pressing matters to attend to now that his student's fever had broke.

He had run his mind in circles, he had even run through his personal database of names and titles from mafia families around the world while he sat with his student. However, the only thing that brought up any leads was a simple internet search, but what it described...

Well, it had been a long time since Reborn had believed in any sort of god or gods, much less put much consideration into the afterlife.

(In his kind of work, it was really best not to think about it.)

He really needed to talk to Shuichi.

Preferably with a gun.

Wrote this on my tablet, so when I transferred it to here there was a lot of errors. lol. Note to self, grammar/spelling check on tablet isn't so great.