Rated: T (cursing, gore, mentions of gore, death, mentions of death)

Categories: Friendship, Adventure, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Angst, Humor

Fandoms: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and Assassination Classroom

Characters: Karma Akabane, Tsunayoshi Sawada, Reborn, Xanxus, Belphegor, Varia, Vongola Tenth Generation

Pairings: B"27" (because Tsuna is actually Karma) bromance, some past Nagisa/Karma bromance

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and Assassination Classroom don't belong to me.

three: karma akabane

There is no way this kid is an 'all-encompassing' Sky, Reborn thinks. A delinquent? Deliberately cruel to his classmates? Beating people up for apparently no reason? Suspensions (but never expulsions, curiously enough) at least once a year, every year?

Sounds more like a Storm to him, but, hey, Xanxus is a thing, so who said the kid can't have a secondary for Storm, or even Wrath Flames? It was improbable, not impossible. Plus, he's met some pretty shitty Skies over the course of his lifetime.

"Tch," Reborn mutters, watching the files on Tsunayoshi Sawada turn to ash in his hands. "Stupid-mitsu. I'll kill him when I get back to Italy."

The fool had given him false information. His son is not 'sweet, adorable, innocent, kind, and no-good'. He'd had to gather the info all on his own and observe the brat for days.

He knocks on the Sawada household's door politely, tilting his fedora to shade his eyes. The brat's mother opens the door and blinks owlishly at him. "Ah, hello, whose son might you be?"

"Ciaossu. I'm Reborn, the home tutor you hired. It's a pleasure," he responds coolly.

"Oh! Nice to meet you! Come on in, Reborn-kun!" The airhead chirps, shuffling into the house and gesturing for him to enter.

He nods at her in thanks and observes the interior of the house as Nana calls her son down for breakfast. It's a modest home, and pictures of the woman and Stupid-mitsu line the walls, the few that include the son being rather outdated and candid. Not photogenic, then.

"Ah, Tsu-kun! This is Reborn-kun, your new home tutor!" Nana hums as she sets the table.

The Sky (and he is definitely a Sky, a strong one at that, but there are very obvious Storm and Cloud Flames there as well— what the fuck, Stupid-mitsu) narrows his eyes at him and then smirks, snickering to himself as if remembering some inside joke of his. "Ciaossu," the Arcobaleno says, "I'm Reborn, your new home tutor."

"Yeah, sure," the brat drawls, "and you're going to teach me how to become a top-rate assassin so that I can stop you from blowing up the Earth by the end of the term by killing you, right? And it turns out you're the result of, what, human experimentation, which is why you look like a baby when you're actually a fully-grown man, renowned as the greatest in his line of work?"

"Something like that."

The brat raises an eyebrow at him, looking rather amused. He opens his mouth to say something but his mother interrupts him by returning with breakfast. "Eat up, Tsu-kun, Reborn-kun!"

"Thanks for the food," Sawada hums nonchalantly before digging in.

Reborn says his thanks before beginning to eat, as well, careful to check for poison first. The boy just eyes him knowingly. "So," Sawada drawls, "what're you really doing here, Fedora-kun?"

The baby hitman's eyes narrow. "I'm here to make you into a mafia boss," he states bluntly.

Sawada pauses, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, staring at Reborn blankly. Then he bursts into raucous laughter, clutching his stomach and dropping his chopsticks on the table. "Mafia boss? Ha… ha... "

"You're the only candidate left for the title of Vongola Decimo, as Vongola Nono's sons are all invalid at the moment. Your father is the head of CEDEF, a separate branch of the Vongola that specializes in intelligence. Since he's the External Advisor, he's not eligible for the position of Decimo, so the title falls upon your shoulders," Reborn explains, ignoring Sawada's incredulous expression.

"Alright, then. I don't need help in school, so does that mean you're going to be teaching me about the… mafia, Fedora-kun?" Reborn fingers the trigger of his gun.

"Indeed. A mafia boss should be well-versed in the rules of the underworld."

"Right," Sawada mutters, "well, I'm off to school. Later, Fedora-kun."

Reborn watches the teen as he makes his way out of the house and to school. This boy is an enigma. He hadn't seemed surprised at all by the mafia, and somehow he'd avoided or tricked the CEDEF agents Reborn knows had spied on the boy. That, or the CEDEF really is just that incompetent.

It's probably both, though. What, with Stupid-mitsu in charge…

'Well,' he thinks, tilting his fedora to shade his eyes, 'I always love a challenge.'

The first time Belphegor meets the peasant is on a mission. He's in Italy, just finishing up taking care of some peasants when a shadow blocks the alleyway he's in. "Wow," the person drawls, "you look like you're having fun here."

"Shishishi, the prince does not care what a peasant thinks," Bel narrows his eyes (not that anyone can see), scrutinizing the precocious peasant.

Unruly brown hair that seems to want to spike up but has been tamed viciously over the course of many years, so it falls in messy waves that are about the same length as his own. Seemingly narrow orange eyes that are actually just half-lidded, and an infuriating smirk on his face. Definitely Japanese, but with some European ancestry— Italian, probably, since he's here. Only a slight accent in his Italian which means that the peasant has been learning from a young age. Looks about eight to his eleven, on the shorter side.

Looks suspiciously like Vongola Primo.

"This peasant is enjoying the view. Did you really carve out this guy's eye out with a wire? Man, that's messed up. Wouldn't a knife have worked better?"

"Shishishi…" Interesting.

"Oh, it's Tsunayoshi, by the way. Tsunayoshi Sawada."

Shishishi! Mammon would have a field day! Sawada, as in Iemitsu Sawada? With how much the man goes on about his 'darling Nana' and his 'cute little tuna-fishy'...

"Shishishi, you are not bad for a peasant. The prince's name is Belphegor, but you must call me Prince Bel," he proclaimed.

"Like the demon? Cool," the peasant— or not because this brat is directly descended from Primo if his theory is correct, which practically makes him mafia royalty— mutters, kicking the body of one of the peasants strung up to the alley's wall with his wires. "So, you a part of the mafia or what?"

Bel's finger twitches over one of the knives in his hand. Yes, definitely involved with the mafia judging by his blase attitude over the scene he'd walked into, his appearance, and his name. Possible threat, but not likely. "Shishishi," he shifts his weight to his left leg, "the prince does not answer to a peasant."

The peasant stares at him for a moment before smirking. "I'll take that as a yes."

There is silence, broken by the peasant glancing up at the moon's positioning in the sky. "Well," he says, "I've gotta go. Cya, Prince Bel."

Bel watches the peasant(?) walk away. He knows he will not talk— with the threat of him meeting the same fate as his fellow peasants, the Primo clone will keep his silence.

Still, there's nothing wrong with taking extra precautions, and that is what he convinces himself he is doing over the next few days. He follows the peasant around (discreetly) and discovers that he is here with his peasant mother. The woman is hopelessly oblivious of the world around her and the not-peasant doesn't seem to care much for her.

It's when he's observing the peasant playing a video game in his hotel room that he glances up, right to where Bel is positioned on the opposing rooftop, and lifts a spare controller in his direction.

Precocious peasant.

As they play ridiculously gory video games (the type that inspires up-and-coming serial killers) together in the dead of night, Tsunayoshi doesn't say anything if he notices the small smile on his face.

Xanxus first 'formally' meets the trash after the Ring Battles, when they had beaten the shit out of each other. It's an accident— he walks into the 'living room' of the Varia and finds the shitty prince and the trash playing some trash video game together. They're laughing about one thing or another and Xanxus stares. "Trash," he snarls, "what the fuck are you doing?"

"Um," the trash starts, "playing a game?"

"Shishishi," the shitty prince giggles.

Xanxus just stares, mildly horrified but mostly just resigned as the two teenagers proceed to invent various ways to kill a man with a spoon while waiting for the next game to load. 'We've created a monster,' that annoying voice in the back of his head whispers, suspiciously subdued.

"Fuck," he mutters. "Fucking hell."

"Welcome to the club," the trash baby drawls from their place on the couch armrest.

It's later at dinner (because they all eat dinner together and it usually ends up with somebody unconscious or, better yet, dead on the floor) when the brats are still coming up with ways to kill someone, this time with a straw.

"Well, you can stick it up their nose and poke out their brains," the younger trash offers, "y'know, like the Egyptians did when they mummified people."

"Shishishi, the prince thinks that knives are better."

The shitty shark whimpers from beside him, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like 'oh god, there's two of them' before standing up abruptly. "Voi! Shut the fuck up, trash!"

Sawada glances at the swordsman before promptly continuing to describe in detail how yes, knives are great and all, Bel, but can't you see that a nail clipper would work just as well?

The shitty shark pulls out his sword. Tch, trash.

"VOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Xanxus throws the bottle of wine he was drinking from at the shitty shark, eyes narrowing. "Shut up, trash."

"VOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIII! YOU SHITTY BOSS—"

"Shishishi! Squa-senpai's hair all messed up now!"

"Looks like shit."

"Shishishi, doesn't it always?"

"Point taken."

"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII—"

Xanxus first 'formally' meets the brat, well, never. They just end up seeing one another (uncomfortably) often enough to call themselves acquaintances. The future shit happens with the shitty Gesso trash, and then the baby trash isn't a baby anymore and life is (finally) back to normal. The brat takes power as Decimo, his guardians are shit, more assassins try to kill Xanxus so he sends their ashes back to their famiglias in matchboxes, and the older Sawada trash is fired. The herb trash takes over CEDEF and actually does his job correctly, and (although he'll never admit it) Vongola thrives under the Sawada trash.

It has always been his goal to become the tenth Vongola boss—maybe even the eleventh—but he thinks that maybe he can live with this.

Maybe.

(Definitely.)

This isn't edited its 11 pm and im too lazy ehe

um. hi. It's me. I wrote this back in October of 2019 and don't know why i never really got around to finishing/posting it? Recently i came back to this profile and read my works and was like "wth lets just post im back into fanfiction anyways" so yeah. Sorry. It's been like a year and a half. :) thanks for reading,,,, and you might want to look forward to future updates? Or a new story similar to this since this book is kinda limited to KHR and im kinda over the fandom.

:)