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Five

"Good afternoon, Yuni. It's good to see you again," Tsuna greets, gets up from the ground and tries to brush the worst of the dirt off his otherwise impeccable three piece suit. He knows that the suit is a lost cause already and even getting it to dry-clean within an hour wouldn't be enough to save it, but Reborn would shoot him if he didn't at least try to look presentable.

Then he turns to the other person. "Byakuran. Care to explain why you thought it to be a good idea to kidnap me in such an… eccentric manner?" he asks mildly, nodding towards the enormous metallic marshmallow shaped robot, that had the audacity to grab Tsuna off the streets just as he was heading home after a long day.

"Normal is boring, Tsunayoshi-kun. You don't expect me to kidnap you in a normal manner, do you?" he says with a wave of his hand, like it's the most logical thing in the universe.

Tsuna gives him a bland look. "I apologise. Allow me to rephrase that question. Why am I here?"

Byakuran practically beams. "Because I was bored! So I kidnapped you! Hm? Why are you putting on your gloves, Tsunayoshi-kun? Do you think you- oh, hello, Natsu- you think you can-"

He has to dodge a flaming fist aimed straight for his face before he can finish that sentence. Tsuna stands in front of him, eyes glowing amber, flames on his fists and forehead, Natsu perched on his shoulder. There's the distinctive putrid stench of burning hair in the air and Byakuran runs a hand through his singed silver hair.

"I thought you couldn't enter Hyper Mode without those pills."

"Normally I can't," Tsuna explains, "but when I get the strong resolve to do something, like punch someone in the face, then it's actually fairly easy."

Byakuran's smile only grows wider. "Dying will or not, do you really think you can win against me?"

Tsuna raises an eyebrow. "You think I can't?"

Byakuran blinks twice. "Oh," he says.

"I'll go make tea," Yuni offers, looking between the two of them with a faint smile. "Green tea, right, Sawada-san?"

"Thank you, Yuni," Tsuna calls after her as she disappears into the house.

Byakuran's smile grows strained.

"Shit," he says.

-x-

Ten minutes later Tsuna is sitting next to Yuni on the porch, blowing steam off his cup of tea.

"Don't you think you went a little too far?" Yuni asks.

Tsuna sips at his tea, sparing just a glance at the smoking crater in the middle of the garden. Byakuran hasn't moved yet.

"I have a headache."

Six

Gokudera waits behind a large metal door. He waits patiently, even though the door should've opened a few minutes ago already. But Tenth went through the trouble of arranging him Special Training, so Gokudera isn't going to complain even if he has to wait the entire night. Tenth is always so busy, and Gokudera feels honoured that Tenth took the time to arrange training specifically for him…

"Hey, Gokudera! You here for Tsuna's special training, too?"

Oooor not. Yamamoto's annoying face appears from around the corner.

"Tch, why do I have to train together with an idiot? And here I thought Tenth arranged it just for me."

"Ah, well, it's fine, isn't it? The more the merrier!"

The door finally opens behind them soundlessly, revealing a dark room. Gokudera keeps the insult behind his teeth. He just has to make sure he'll do better than the idiot and impress Tenth. Not that hard.

As soon as both of them are inside, the door slams shut with a loud bang, making both of them jump. Then the lights flicker on and Gokudera… wants to run away.

On the other side of the large training room in front of a normal-looking wooden door is Reborn, sitting cross-legged on the ground, a disassembled gun laid out in front of him on a towel. He's carefully cleaning a part of it. Laying down next to him with his eyes closed is Hibari, but he yawns wide so he's probably awake.

"There are two ways to win," Reborn informs them with chilling calm. "Either knock us both out, or you just walk out the door. Oh, and don't try the one behind you. It's flameproof, swordproof, fireproof, and explosionproof. Tsuna went at it with an X-burner and it didn't even leave a scratch."

Gokudera spins around to check the door. It does look a bit scorched, but otherwise undamaged.

"Haha, is this because we broke half the house last week?" the idiot whispers next to him nervously. Gokudera doesn't deem him worthy of an answer.

Hibari sits up and rubs his eyes sleepily. "I can destroy them both by myself, baby. Don't interfere."

Reborn snorts. "Of course you can, idiot. But it's for their training, not yours. Tsuna said to let them know how it feels like to be attacked by a Lightning reinforced concrete wall."

"Whatever. Not like I expect much of this silly little game anyway." Hibari yawns again. "I'll play together with you, then. Though, it can hardly be called a warm-up for that spar with you that the little animal allowed."

"Indeed," Reborn agrees.

Yamamoto laughs loudly. "Well, we're doomed. I can totally imagine Tsuna cackling in his office right now."

"Idiot. Tenth doesn't cackle."

It takes Reborn less than a second to reassemble his gun. Hibari stands up and lazily whips out his tonfas.

"You sure?" Yamamoto asks quietly.

"He might be cackling a little this time." Gokudera agrees weakly. They're both so dead.