Note:: There is actually a time skip in this chapter, it's actually two years after the last chapter. I thought about writing out in detail Hibari's and Tsuna's friendship, but that would take awhile so I settled for a time skip. Also this isn't beta'd, so all mistakes are mine~

Also in this chapter some foreigners pay Namimori so I put something to help differentiate between both languages.

"Italian"

"Japanese."

At the age of sixteen Tsuna's life is not perfect, but it is bearable. He still sees things no one else seems capable of seeing. He still has a Psychiatrist constantly questioning him, his mother still seems incapable of speaking to him. He's still known as no good Tsuna.

But he has a friend.

A friend who has a penchant for violence, and never hesitates to beat someone senseless, but a friend none the less.

Tsuna isn't sure exactly how it happened, he never thought he would ever gain a friend, wasn't sure if he wanted another one after having lost his first one. But after the incident in the infirmary, It just sort of happened. Tsuna continued to seek out Hibari whenever bullies targeted him, and the older teen continued to 'bite them' when Tsuna found him. That never changed, except Tsuna never seemed to have to run far before he found the prefect.

It took longer than it probably should have for Tsuna to realize that Hibari was keeping an eye on him. It was a strange concept to him, having someone intentionally looking out for him. After that revelation, Tsuna had taken to following the older teen, from a safe distance of course. The prefect was often annoyed with him and tended to aim a tonfa at Tsuna's head, never hard enough to do more than sting, but he never told Tsuna to leave and so Tsuna never did..

The bullies immediately backed off when it was clear that Tsuna was being allowed to follow the prefect around, and any new bruise seen on Tsuna would bring down swift and painful retribution. While Tsuna no longer had to deal with any sort of physical abuse from his classmates because of Hibari, that didn't put a stop to the insults. The words just as hurtful as any kind of physical blow.

Sometimes the words got to him. Sometimes Hibari hit him over the head for no reason, and made him sort all the files in his office. Tsuna would whine to the prefect and Hibari would do nothing but stare at Tsuna with an unreadable expression (there were so many files to arrange that Tsuna tended to forget what his classmates even said to him, which was the whole point Tsuna would eventually realize.)

Tsuna's life was not perfect by any means. He still had nosy doctors calling in to constantly check in with him. His mother still would not speak with him. His classmates still seemed to hold a great dislike for him. But Tsuna had a friend, and that made things just a bit more bearable.

Someone who knew of the constant nagging doctors that he saw bi weekly, but didn't question him about it. Who allowed Tsuna to stay curled up in his office moping for a grand total of ten minutes before dragging him out on patrol. He was kept out so late that by the time Tsuna got home, his mother was already getting ready for bed in her own bedroom.

So yeah, Tsuna's life was not perfect. But there were times when Tsuna would be filing through a pile of papers, or following behind Hibari, silently watching the purple thread tied neatly around his left wrist, and he would glance up at the prefect and there would be a soft green, almost white, aura surrounding the older teen, and Tsuna could say he was happy.

Happy laughter fills the quiet hall, drawing his attention and his steps slowing to a stop. The laughter sounded as if it was coming from Yuni. He glanced back from the direction he had been originally heading before turning and following the sound of laughter. It led him to one of the empty guest rooms.

Well if one could call it that. It was a guest room but everyone knew it belonged solely to one person or well persons, and no one else would dare to occupy it. He stopped at the door, listening intently for a brief moment before the sound of laughter reached his ears once more.

He knocked against the door, and the laughter died down momentarily before the sound of a thud and a soft giggle broke loose once more. He turns the knob and pushes the door open to the sight of Colonnello hanging off the bed in what looks to be a painful position with Yuni looking down at him, a smile on her face.

Lal stood on the other end of the bedroom rummaging through a decent sized bag, ignoring the duo on the bed. She turns toward him and gives him a nod in greeting. The sound of a soft gasp and then the sound of fabric rustling is all the warning he gets before someone wraps themselves around his waist.

"Uncle Reborn!" Yuni greets happily, pressing her face against his abdomen. He gives a small smile in return, his hand raising to rest on the young girl's head.

"Hey." he returned, his attention focused on the girl clinging to him. He turns to greet the other two occupants in the room properly, only to stop when Yuni pulls away from him, hands tightening around his suit jacket. He glances back down, staring into wide curious blue eyes.

"Did you find him?" she asks. Lal Mirch and Colonnello blink in confusion,not understanding what the young girl was speaking of, but Reborn didn't need any sort of clarification. It was the same question Yuni asked every time she saw him, had he found his partner yet? And each time it was the same answer, no.

He hated telling her that though. Hated seeing her bright curious smile dim with disappointment each time he answered negatively. The thing was though, he had nothing to go on but a few flashes of buildings and what seemed to look like a lake. He never caught sight of any building names, or streets, nothing that gave away what country they could even be found in.

Reborn was good at what he did. He was good at tracking down people with barely any information, people who were trying to hide from him, but even he couldn't find someone with what little he had. It pained him to admit it, but it was true. He choked back a sigh, his hand ruffling Yuni's dark strands, much to the young girls annoyance. She pouted at him, raising her hands to fix her hair.

"Not yet." he answered. Yuni nodded, a smile forming on her face. She lowered her hands from her head and reached for his hand, tugging at it gently. He let her, blinking down at her in bemusement. It wasn't how she usually behaved when he gave her the usual answer.

"Uncle Reborn," she began slowly, large blue eyes staring up at him. They were the same blue eyes that always lit up at the sight of him whenever he came over for a visit, except now they had something darker to them. As if they held a secret only Yuni was privy to.

It was these rare moments when Yuni got a certain look on her face, when her bright clear blue eyes darkened, and a small smile replaced the usually wide one, that Reborn believed her claims of seeing the future. It was something she claimed, something she had told her mother, and something Reborn had never believed.

Over the years since he learned, and the others worked on getting her to stop with her delusions, he played along. He let Yuni tell him of all the different things she had dreamt of, of the things she had seen. He never once told her he didn't believe her, and if she knew Reborn didn't believe she never said anything. He listened because no one else would, and he believed that someone should. If for nothing else than for Yuni to have someone on her side when people called her delusional and a liar, no matter how politely phrased.

Aria didn't approve, of course she didn't. She saw it as Reborn encouraging Yuni's delusions, and silently blamed him for her daughter's insistence that she was seeing the future. But Yuni believed, believed so deeply in what she was seeing that Reborn knew that any refusal from him would only alienate the girl further.

(And maybe it was Yuni's strong belief in knowing that he would find his partner that had Reborn searching for him. She was definitely the reason the 'them' in his own head had turned into a 'he' when he thought of his partner. Her insistence in referring to his partner by the correct pronouns had finally gotten to him. There were times he would stop and wonder how Yuni had even learned of his partner when he had never told her.)

"Uncle Reborn, where's Namimori?" the question had him blinking, confused. He stared at blue eyes, staring up at him questioningly and drew up short. What? The question had come from nowhere. He glanced up to where Lal Mirch and Colonnello stood, watching silently. Colonnello offered a shrug in response and Lal Mirch didn't even glance at him, attention focused solely on Yuni.

"Namimori?" he questioned. Yuni nodded tugging at his hand, uncurling his fingers and palm facing up. She turned slightly, reaching down to the small pouch she had hanging at her hip by a string tied to the ribbon that was wrapped around her waist. He blinked, he had never even noticed the small white pouch. She pulled something out, hand clenched around it, she reached up placing it into his outstretched hand. He blinked at the younger girl, and when all she did was smile encouragingly he pulled it toward him, taking in the crumpled piece of paper and what was on it.

It looked like a crest, the inside colored red with a large capital black 'N' centered in the middle and what he guessed were supposed to be vines on either side of the 'N' but just looked like spiky squiggly lines. 'Namimori' was written in much smaller font at the top. It looked similar to a school crest.

"Namimori!" Yuni exclaimed happily. He pulled his attention away from the drawn crest in his hand to blink at her, waiting for her to explain. "I was thinking about him last night before I went to sleep." Reborn nodded slowly, already knowing who Yuni was referring to without having to ask. Yuni always seemed to get a certain gleam of excitement in her eyes when she spoke of whoever Reborns partner was.

Sometimes Reborn believed that Yuni was more excited about finding this stranger he was connected to then Reborn himself was. Whenever Reborn asked her about it, Yuni answered the same way every single time.

'He's like me!' She would exclaim happily, but never explain more than that, and at some point Reborn had stopped asking.

"When I went to sleep I had a dream and I saw this." She pointed at the sheet of paper Reborn still held in his hand. "It felt really important." She finished, hands clasped behind her back as she stared at him.

Namimori. He knew of Namimori, it was a decently sized town in Japan, a neutral zone under the protection of the Vongola. Nothing of interest ever happened there, so Nono tended to leave it alone, only sending a few men to check in every few months to make sure everything was still as it should be. It wouldn't be impossible for him to pay a quick visit.

He paused, hand clenching around the sheet of paper in his hand. It was happening again he realized. He was once again running wherever Yuni wanted him to. He turned his attention to the young girl staring up at him knowingly, she knew he was going to pay Namimori a visit.

How big a hit would his reputation take if people learned that he could be pushed around by a thirteen year old? The muffled snort that filled the silence was answer enough. He shot Colonello a glare at the same moment Lal Mirch whipped out a shirt, hitting the blonde's face with a loud smack. He fell back with a pained yelp. Yuni let out a giggle, before running toward the blonde.

Reborn bit back a sigh, attention catching at the wrinkled paper in hand.

Namimori huh?

Being friends with Hibari Kyoya, Tsuna has learned, grants you certain privileges. For instance, being allowed to go home early with no questions asked (It was probably because at this point everyone knew No good Tsuna and the demon Hibari were friends, to their continued disbelief, and everyone was too scared to question Tsuna for fear of some sort of retribution from the dark haired male). It's not something he likes to take advantage of, never takes advantage of. Maybe before he was friends with Hibari he would have happily taken any chance to leave the school early.

It's different now though. School used to be the second most hated place to be right after his own home, now? Now he looked forward to school. It was a place where he actually felt welcomed, if only in the disciplinary committee. Where people didn't see him as the nuisance he always felt he was. A place where instead of the ugly colors that were common when he was around, he was surrounded by the opposite, bright and beautiful colors.

That day had been different though, or well more like that week. All week there had been flickers of auras just out of his sight, sparkling and flickering a deep olive green, purple, and red. It was always there, and every time he turned to catch sight of the owner behind such auras it would be gone, out of his sight.

He had tried to ignore it, he had gotten good at that, ignoring the colors that surrounded him to focus on one thing. Every time he would try though, something in his stomach would tighten, anxious, worried. Something in him telling him to not ignore those colors, keep his guard up, it was dangerous.

As the week went on, he realized he was being followed by those colors. Whoever was behind those clouds of color was following him, and it seemed they had no intention of stopping. He debated on telling Kyoya that someone was following him, before the thought was quickly pushed away. He wouldn't bother Kyoya over such a trivial matter.

As the week went by, and whoever had been following him continued, a sharp throb in his temple began. A slight nuisance that could be easily ignored. Or he had believed, but the constant staring over his shoulders and the insistent buzzing in his head only seemed to make the pain worsen, to the point even Hibari had noticed and sent him home to rest. He couldn't even bring himself to protest, just gathered his bag and left the school grounds.

That had obviously been his first mistake. He had just made it to the bridge that ran over the lake when the person who been following him finally made an appearance. Or well, persons. Tsuna stopped short taking in the dark green and purple that surrounded the pair standing at the other end of the bridge.

It was a male and female pair. Both tanned, with dark hair, the girls pulled into a high ponytail and the male's own was cropped close to the head, both clearly foreigners. He barely paid any attention to that though, what caught his attention was the green and red string that wrapped around both wrists, connecting them to each other, both colors blending perfectly with each other in the middle.

He blinked in wonder, it was the first time he had ever come across two people who were connected with the exception of his mother and Tsuyoshi-san. He shifted his attention away from the colorful and bright string, just in time to see the fist coming towards him.

It connected with the side of his head with a loud smack, sending him staggering back. Tsuna barely managed to catch himself before he hit the ground. He opened his mouth, ready to demand answers, when another blow connected with his abdomen, knocking the air out of him. He hit the ground hard, and with barely a thought curled in on himself, protecting anything that could do any serious damage.

"Basta, Gianna." The unfamiliar words cut through the silence There was a tense silence before the sound of footsteps reached his ear.

"E' patetico, Alessandro." Silence followed the girl's words. With slight hesitation, Tsuna lowered his hands from his head, but made no other move. He didn't need to see the colors surrounding the woman to know she was displeased. She was glaring at the man, obviously displeased and having no problem voicing it, arms gesturing toward Tsuna. The male glanced in his direction briefly before, silencing the girl with a quick word and sharp gesture.

There was no hesitation when they both moved toward Tsuna, and he knew he needed to get up and run, because what ever these people wanted, it could not be anything good. He didn't need the sharp pain in both his head and stomach to tell him that either.

"You are Tsunayoshi, yes?" the man asked, as he crouched so he was hovering over Tsuna. Tsuna said nothing, simply glancing between both him and the woman standing a short distance away, his attention staying on the woman longer than needed. The man followed his gaze, before turning back to face Tsuna. "You do not need to worry about her." the man patted Tsuna's arm in a gesture meant to offer comfort but all it did was make Tsuna tense at the lingering appendage.

"Alessandro." The woman broke in, the purple aura shifting into a more red color. The man pulled away, showing his hands to the woman. The woman glared before stalking forward, pushing past her partner and grabbing Tsuna's arm, forcing him to uncurl himself.

"Where is he?" She demanded, her greens eyes narrowed into a glare. Tsuna shook his head, confused as he tugged at his arm. The woman pulled at his arm hard, sending sharp pain to shoot up his arm. Tsuna bit back a cry of pain, shaking his head as he stared at the woman with wide eyes.

"I-I don't know who you're looking for." Tsuna got out, weakly tugging at his arm. The hold the woman had on him was painful, and Tsuna wouldn't have thought she had the strength to single handedly hurt him. The hold she had around his arm tightened, and Tsuna knew that was going to bruise later.

"The Hitman!" she hissed out. Her nails were digging into the fabric of his shirt, and Tsuna was glad for the thin layer of protection it provided, he was sure her nails would have broken through skin if not for the fabric. "Where is the Hitman?"

"I don't know any hitman!" Tsuna exclaimed, fear coating his words as he once more tried to pull himself away from the dangerous woman.

"Gianna, You are scaring him." Alessandro cut in, his tone sounding bored, Tsuna chanced a glance at the man, catching sight of the light purple surrounding him. The man was bored, his friend, partner, whatever was hurting Tsuna and the man was bored.

"No mi importa!" The woman, Gianna, shot back. His attention shifted back to Gianna, the red surrounding her had darkened, a dark splotch of purple blooming among the red. It was odd compared to her partners.

"W-why are you so angry?" the words were out before he could really think on it. His mouth clicked shut. The woman's eyes narrowed further in obvious confusion, her hold around his arm loosened so it was no longer unbearably painful. His eyes darted between her and Alessandro and back. Maybe it was better if Tsuna just kept his mouth shut, but it was already too late for that. And maybe, maybe he could use this to his advantage. "W-why are you so angry, and he's not?"

Gianna tensed, hands tightening around his arm. She blinked, her face blanking as her green eyes met Tsuna's own wide ones. "Why?" she repeated lowly, the word coming out slowly, the colors around her darkening. The sudden quiet seemed to catch Alessandro's attention because he turned towards them, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Gianna."

"Shut up!" The words were harsh. Her hold on Tsuna tightened painfully, before her left hand darted forward, clenching around the collar of his shirt, and pulling him close until only a small space remained between them. Tsuna tensed, expecting another blow. "It is because I am stuck with this-this disgusting animal." She released her hold on Tsuna, and shoved him back so he hit the hard ground.

Hot pain shot through his face as Gianna's palm met the left side of his face. She lowered herself so she was straddling him. Both her knees a painful weight as she placed them over his arms, holding him down and giving him no way to fight back.

"I am stuck with him, not by choice." She said, lowering herself until her face was hovering over Tsuna's own. He let out a cry of pain as she shifted, her weight being held up by the knees currently crushing Tsuna's upper arms. "I need the hitman to change that." her voice was soft as she spoke those words. "Where is the hitman?"

"I-I don't-" the words were cut off as Gianna's palm met his face again.

"Do not lie to me!" She hissed out. Her hands clenched around his face.

"I-I don't know!" Tsuna exclaimed. His hands were shaking, if they were of out fear or pain he did not know. Whoever these two were looking for, they were obviously willing to do anything they could to find him. And for whatever reason, they believed Tsuna was their best chance to find him. "I-I d-don't know who you're talking about." his voice trembled, but he couldn't bring himself to care, he just wanted everything to be over.

"You-" a loud bang rang through the air, cutting off whatever Gianna was going to say, followed by something hitting the ground. She spun around quickly, eyes widening. Tsuna couldn't see what exactly it was that she had seen, but by the muddy yellow that overpowered all the other colors it couldn't anything good.

"Alessandro!" She yelled, voice full of disbelief and pain. The colors surrounding her took on a much more orange and red tinge to them. She shot up to her feet, her hand darting behind her to pull out a pistol and taking aim. "Bastardo!"

Tsuna pulled his attention away from the angry woman, rolling to his side and catching sight of what had set the woman off. Alessandro lay unmoving on the ground not to far away from where he had been standing moments before. Even from where Tsuna lay he could see the red that stained the man's white shirt.

A pained cry had Tsuna pulling his gaze away from the man's body to where Gianna was crouched, clutching her hand to her chest. It happened quickly, one second Gianna was clutching her hand to her chest and the next she was face down in the dirt, unmoving.

Tsuna could only blink wide eyed as he took in the two unmoving bodies. The sound of crunching dirt had him slowly pulling his attention from the bodies and to the pair of polished shoes that stopped in front of him.

"She's not dead." A new voice spoke. It had Tsuna tensing, eyes focused solely on the black polished shoes, not a speck of dirt on them Tsuna absently noticed. "I don't kill woman." that begged the question of men. There was a sigh, before the figure Tsuna was avoiding crouched in front of him, arms moved toward Tsuna adjusting him so he was sitting and not awkwardly curled on the floor.

The stranger reached out a hand, ignoring the flinch Tsuna gave at the action, and lifted his head so Tsuna's own terrified eyes were meeting cool black. "They sure did a number on you." the man said, turning Tsuna's head slightly before dropping his hand. Tsuna's hands were trembling, and he forced them into a fist. The man blinked at him slowly before stretching a hand out.

"Chaos, I'm Reborn." Tsuna could only blink at the hand being offered to him, as if the man hadn't just murdered someone, possibly two if the man was not to be believed. Tsuna did the only thing he could do.

He ran.