Adam and Suzuki both gawked at the horrible outfit in front of them. Picture it, just picture it: Vividly, bright blue pants, over-sized, black army boots, a vest, that started out bright green on the top and somehow moved over to orange, and the vest was over a dark, blue t-shirt that said 'Peace Master' in large, bold white letters. The person in the outfit obviously couldn't care less what s/he wore; he or she, it was very hard to tell the gender, had short blue hair that had been lazily put up in a ponytail, though the hair-band that kept the ponytail up looked as though it was going to fall out if the person's head moved even the slightest. The person was also holding up a video game over his or her own head to block the sun and was playing it intensely.

"Um..." Suzuki gaped, then regained his composure and asked the person in a bright and cheerful tone, "Heya there! Are you hungry?"

Dark, blue eyes darted back and forth from the video game to Adam and Suzuki, "Hold on, hold on," he or she said slightly impatiently while muttering, "Save point, save point..."

Something beeped on the video game and the person hit a button, causing the game to turn off. He or she then looked up while scratching his or her head lazily.

"Uh..." the person began slowly, his or her lips moved as if trying to recite something.

Adam and Suzuki both exchanged confused looks before Adam decided to step up to the plate and ask this strange person a question that had been on both of their minds, "Excuse me, but who exactly are you?"

The person regarded them with a surprised look, acting as if they had both just appeared out of no where, and slowly said, "Well...I don't really have a, uh..." the person's voice drifted off and quickly trailed back to reality, "'Name'. That's it, 'name'."

Once again, Adam and Suzuki exchanged looks of utter confusion. The stranger then pointed with its finger, but the finger was limp and the arm was only up half-way, right towards Suzuki.

"But you should know that best, Yamamoto Takeshi," he or she said accusingly.

~8~

When Hanabi woke up she was surprised. First off, she had no clue where she was, and second, a horrible pain welcomed her when she sat up. Pain streaked up one of her legs and straight into her gut, making her want to throw up at first, she grabbed her aching head with bandaged hands and breathed deeply with clenched teeth. Sudden reminiscences of what had landed her in the hospital flooded into her head along with the smell of medicine.

That man, she recalled, or that woman, whatever! That little weirdo with the blue hair and crazy outfit! What the hell was up with that person!? That person...that person...Hanabi looked around and found a window to look out of, clouds were beginning to gather as if threatening to rain, that thing shouldn't even be called a person...

~8~

"Now go away," the blue-haired stranger stated, a trident came out from supposedly nowhere and the stranger began to charge at him with it.

"What!?" Suzuki gulped and moved to the side where the person missed, but s/he swung the trident sideways where it hit Suzuki in the gut.

The boy keeled over while grabbing at his stomach, his eyes widened as the person stood in front of him with the trident's pointed ends being pointed at his head. Suzuki bent down as if to bow down to the stranger and kicked his legs up, thus kicking him or her in the face. The person stumbled back as Suzuki stood up and ran to grab his baseball bat.

The person regained his or her composure by the time Suzuki grabbed his bat and charged at Suzuki again. The black-haired boy turned around right before the trident could pierce him and blocked it with his bat, it was a very hard thing to do since a trident was like a spear and you couldn't just block the blade of the thing. The trident's three prongs were practically humming for Suzuki's blood as the sharp ends were only an inch away from his head. The baseball creaked under the strength that the blue-haired stranger was giving to the trident, until finally it snapped.

Luckily, Suzuki had ducked right before the blades could get to his face and he kicked the person in the stomach again before getting out free.

"Good, looks like Adam isn't here," Suzuki said with relief, "I wouldn't want anyone else to get hurt."

The blue-haired stood back up and looked at Suzuki with a steely-blue gaze, "You will always be the same won't you?" he or she said, "Those quick reflexes, that strength, and you never want to actually harm the enemy."

The baseball player gave a look of utter bafflement to the blue-haired stranger.

"Don't give me that look," he or she said, "You act like you don't even remember me. I, the one that stuck by your side no matter what happened, I, the one that was always watching your back in tough situations, I, the one that shared your pain and happiness...I am your Box."

Suzuki was once again completely confused and had no clue what this person was talking about, he was pretty sure it was supposed to be dramatic and he wondered if this was supposed to be part of the role playing game Hide had started. Now that he thought about it, that person called him 'Yamamoto Takeshi', was that his nickname? Like Hanabi had 'Smokin' Bomb' and Hide had 'Twelfth'. Well, Suzuki concluded, if his character was supposed to be this 'Yamamoto Takeshi' then he would just have to roll with it.

"Hmph," he smirked as he tried to fit into the role, "It seems like you were able to find me again."

"Of course I would find you again," the person stated, "The first place anyonewould look is at your home."

Suzuki looked back at the Takesushi restaurant logo and nodded. So apparently, he thought, I live here? Cool! That makes this a meeting spot right?

He wanted to ask if the restaurant was now a meeting spot or like a spot you had to claim, sorta like Catch-the-Flag. But Suzuki didn't want to break his character so he didn't say anything, hopefully the other person would realize that he didn't know the rules that well to the Mafia game and tell him what they were.

"Yeah, I guess this makes it a meeting place than doesn't it," he said knowingly and looked back to the restaurant.

"Only you could be this light-hearted at a time like this," he or she said and readied the trident in his or her hands.

~8~

"Mr. Yamamoto!" Adam came rushing in and saw the old Japanese male behind the bar reading the newspaper.

The old man looked up and grinned when he saw a potential customer.

"Hello there, are you a friend of my employee?" Yamamoto asked cheerfully.

Adam ran over to the bar and said in a hurried hushed tone, "Look here old man; I know for a fact that you are Yamamoto Takeshi, the exact same Yamamoto Takeshi that was the Rain Guardian for the Tenth Vongola! So don't even play the nice-old-man act with me!"

Yamamoto was quiet for a few seconds before turning back to his newspaper and saying, "Well, what do you want, young man?"

"You were a master swordsman, right?" Adam asked.

"...Yes, if you want my sword you better think again though," the old man said sternly.

"I'm not a swordsman, and I'm not the one that needs a sword at the moment," the foreigner said and looked at the door where he came from, "But I know someone who does..."

~8~

Suzuki grabbed a trash lid from the side of the street and held it out, he was planning to use it as a shield like people did in the movies but the trident pierced through the tin lid as if it wasn't even there. The baseball player was running out of ways to escape this person, it was like the blue-haired person was completely in sync with him. Every time Suzuki avoided the trident-wielder, he or she would quickly find another way to strike the boy.

It didn't even seem like the person was playing around now either, especially since now Suzuki was on the ground with his neck in between two prongs on the trident. Suzuki was especially thankful for the fact that he had a thin neck and the trident's prongs were spaced out widely.

"I can't get it out," the blue-haired stranger commented and he or she tried to pull the trident out of the cement ground, it must have been an inch or two into the sidewalk. Suzuki found a new thing to be thankful for.

"Poseidon!" everything seemed to freeze, the person who had been trying to kill Suzuki was now frozen almost like a statue. Suzuki turned his head and saw Yamamoto standing at the entrance of Takesushi with a blue baseball bat in his hand.

The blue-haired moved its head and looked at Yamamoto with wide eyes, not exactly fearful or surprised. It stared silently at Yamamoto, the blue-haired's mouth moved silently as if it was trying to figure something out.

"You...are...Yamamoto Takeshi?" it said in a questioning tone.

"Poseidon, you have really changed," Yamamoto replied, "You are more talkative than I remember, that's for sure."

"Things change," it stated and pulled the trident out with ease that hadn't occurred earlier, "You are...different as well."

"People change," the elderly man said and added, "How many years do you think it has been?"

Poseidon was silent; it gave off an almost curious silence like it was waiting for Yamamoto to say the answer. Suzuki was still lying on the ground, trying to fight the sleepiness that had suddenly caught him. His heavy eyelids were coming down, but he couldn't help but want to watch and see what would happen next. Sadly Suzuki fell asleep, leaving Hide to watch what would happen next.

"Forty," the old man sighed, a hint of disappointment was in his voice, "It's been forty years; as I thought, Boxes have no sense of time."

Poseidon was still quiet, it gave Yamamoto a glassy-eyed look that suggested it was waiting for another answer which would have been good also. Suzuki then realized that Poseidon had the same blank stare even when s/he was fighting Suzuki. That same blank stare, as if that person had been trained, no, born with that look. As if it was a statue, as if it had never even experienced happiness or sorrow; it wasn't a person, Suzuki realized, it was a thing.

~8~

"Reborn!" Hide yelled.

"What are you so noisy about, stupid-Hide?" Reborn asked.

"Well first off, my friends' lives are in danger!" he yelled, "There are assassins here to get me, my family, and my friends! How can I not be noisy!? And wasn't Adam and Anna supposed to stop the assassinations!?"

Reborn was silent for a few minutes and said, "No, something has gone wrong. It may not seem like it to you Hide, but those two are first-class hitmen in the Mafia World. Their status allows them to be able to control hits and unmark a target if they wished to. No, this is the work of something that isn't part of the Mafia."

"Something that's not part of the Mafia but is powerful enough to take down Gokudera-san and the entire Boxing Team?" Hide fretted while pulling at his hair.

The small hitman kicked Hide in the shin and said, "Quit acting stupid, now...where do you think we should go at this moment Hide?"

The boy was surprised at this question and stopped pulling at his roots to think about the question. "Um..." he began slightly worriedly, "Th-The Hospital, definitely...I need to see if Gokudera-san and Morita-kun are okay."

With that, they started their way towards the Hospital. Hide was slightly unsure if this was the right decision instead of going to Takesushi, but Adam was there so...everything was going to be alright, right? Right?

~8~

Aaand that's the end of it, hope you guys liked it. I realize that this chapter is really short, but after doing days of mind-numbing homework this was the best I could do. It's also my first time writing a fight-scene and the first time I wrote something that didn't entirely revolve around Hide.

I would like to make note that Poseidon has no real gender so I'm just gonna call him or her an 'it' from now on, you'll also be seeing a lot of that as well from here on out.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! does not belong to me, it belongs to Amano Akira

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