DISCLAIMER: I don't own KHR or any of the associated characters aside from my OCs.

I said be awake by nine o'clock sharp. My eyebrow twitched viciously. The apartment was dark, all the shades still drawn closed when I arrived. I laughed maniacally to myself as I wandered down the hall towards the closest closed door. I pushed it open with the deadly silence only an assassin could possess and spotted Sawada, dead asleep in his warm bed. On the opposite side of the room was an empty bed. Someone was clearly already awake and in the bathroom.

I approached the bed in silence, noticing the clock above his head that was clearly telling him he had overslept. I waited for it to become 9:01 and grinned. In less than a second, Sawada was screaming like a little girl as I threw him out of bed and stomped straight down on his poor, poor family jewels. His scream startled the rest of his Guardians awake. They were running towards his room as if to save him and I turned on all of them too.

My gauntlets shined hauntingly in the one ray of sunlight peeking through the curtains as I chased them out into the living room. Many of them stumbled and fell onto their asses as I towered over them even at my height. Some quickly apologized, others begged for time to get dressed, but all were punished by a thorough beating for not taking my warning seriously.

I chased them all out in their pajamas, ordering them to run as I chased them on Aquilos' comfortable back. It's not strange at all. This place was secluded and everyone living here is Vongola Family personnel. This whole apartment building was made specifically for this purpose.

They could run for a good hour before they even reach civilization but it's not like I'll even let them get that far. I swooped down in front of them, Aquilos letting off a proud hunter's screech that had them screaming and running right back the way they had come.

That'll teach these losers to oversleep and keep me waiting.

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Despite all my threats, I was super worried that these guys wouldn't get up in time for the promised seven thirty departure of the driver so I made the driver go a little early. I stormed in at seven, finding most of them still asleep. Ladies aside, I found that our male Guardians were troublesome and incapable of getting up on their own. I mean, Chrome's the only girl Guardian but you get the point.

"SAWADA!" I roared, yanking him out of bed and dropping him on his head, "Gokudera Hayato! Get up!"

I jerked the Storm Guardian to-be out of his bed too, shoving them both towards the bathroom. Sawada went running and Gokudera was off to a grumbling, slow, irritating start so I gave him a kick to the backside and stormed into the next room. Sasagawa was forgiven since he has until nine but Yamamoto Takeshi was thoroughly punished.

I ripped his blanket away from his innocent little face and yanked his pillow out from beneath his head and while he was startled, I smashed the pillow over his face several times for good measure. Finally, he managed to get me to stop long enough to scramble out of bed and run for the other bathroom.

Lambo was already gone. No doubt that someone from the Bovino came to get him. He has his own thing going on so I'll forgive.

I stomped to the kitchen grumpily, starting up some toast and searching for some sort of spread. This is what I did in high school. Toast and butter or jam or peanut butter to eat on the ride to school.

Finally dressed and ready to go, I shoved toast in their mouths and shoved them towards their car, "Hurry the fuck up. Remember to catch the three thirty car back."

Mumbling thanks around their toast only Yamamoto had the gall to straight up say, "I'll be late, Kira-senpai. I looked into the baseball team. I'm joining but don't worry. I'll be here by the time you get here. I promise."

"Whatever!" I huffed, shoving them all in their vehicle. I couldn't help but smile when Yamamoto rolled down the window and peeked his head out to wave until I was long out of sight, "Remember your Italian, you herbivores!"

He nodded vigorously back at me. He's a cute brat.

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Chrome was staring blankly down at her notebook as the rest of the Guardians tried to solve the problem I had given them. It was a word problem so it was a double whamming. Italian and math all at once. It was something Reborn had mentioned that a lot of these guys had trouble with so I put it on the list for tonight's tutoring.

I stared at their Mist Guardian, eyebrow twitching, "Did my explanation not make sense?"

She turned those big eyes onto me, looking rather sad. She shook her head, taking up her pencil to give it a shot.

Moments later, Gokudera was thrusting out his notebook, "Check."

I shoved it back onto the table, grimacing because he was right, "Fine. Good work."

"Feh. Too easy." He said, attempting to light a cigarette.

I snatched it from his fingers and gestured to the clock, "You can smoke when my lesson is over. Solve the rest of them if you want to be excused early."

Grumbling insults, he went right to it. I knew Gokudera was already an excellent student. I honestly thought this kind of thing was just a waste of his time but Reborn had insisted that they all get the same tutoring for the first few weeks. Even so… I sighed, snatching his pencil away to replace it with his tobacco.

He stared up at me with surprisingly pretty green eyes, "What the fuck?"

"What do you do in your spare time?" I asked, holding my hand up to stop Sawada from asking a question, "Do you have hobbies?"

"What's it to you?" He huffed, pointing at his precious boss, "The Tenth is trying to ask you a question!"

I turned, glaring at Sawada, "What's his hobby?"

"Uhh…" Sawada looked rather nervous, thinking about it for a moment, "Reading a magazine about mysteries of the world?"

"I see…" I turned, taking the worksheet away from the intelligent Storm Guardian, "As long as your grades don't fall, I'm alright if you don't want to waste your time. Read your magazine or something. Starting tomorrow, if you don't want to be here, you can go do something else. Just don't get in any trouble."

The Storm Guardian looked horrified by my sudden change in attitude, "Are you planning to murder the Tenth while I'm gone?! I won't forgive you, Cannibal!"

"I have no such interest but if you want, you can sit there and read your magazine until you can trust me." I huffed, ignoring any further yelling to finally get to Sawada's question, "What part don't you get?"

"... All of it?" He said meekly, hiding behind his notebook when I tried to smash his face in, "I'm sorry!"

I gave Sawada a repeat lesson which Yamamoto listened to intently, laughing when I glared at him. Sawada and Yamamoto are the dumb and dumber duo. I swear, these guys don't think about anything when I'm giving the lesson. Finally giving them a chance to try one on their own, I turned to Chrome who was still "solving" the same question.

I slammed my hand down over her notes, startling her, "What's wrong with you? Don't get it?"

"... I can't get in contact with Mukuro-sama…" She muttered, "I wonder if he's okay."

"Rokudo Mukuro?" I rolled my eyes at her and sighed, "Your lover?"

Turning bright red, she shook her head.

"... Then one-sided affection?" I shrugged, "Why didn't he come with you?"

"... dirty mafia." She murmured, "Didn't want to come like the Cloud person."

"Then I'll consider you the official Mist Guardian." I huffed, half-heartedly complaining since I don't like Rokudo Mukuro all that much either, "As long as you are one of us, I will ensure you have what you need. If you want information on Rokudo Mukuro, I'll get it for you."

She stared at me in wonder for a long moment and then she nodded with a shy smile, "Yes please."

I turned a glare on Sawada and Yamamoto who had stopped moving their pencils to watch us, "I said nothing to you, herbivores! Solve those problems or you're all running in your underwear tonight!"

"Yes ma'am!"

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"Rokudo Mukuro is finishing his last year of high school in a place not far from Namimori." I told Chrome as I passed her on our third lap around the track. I slipped a picture from my back pocket into her slender fingers, "He has friends."

"Ken and Chikusa." She said, relief flooding her features after days of looking miserable, "I see… I'm glad."

"Good enough?" I grinned, flinching as a large hand passed over my head as Yamamoto ran forward in a dead sprint. I had challenged them and if anyone crossed the finish line before me, I owed them lunch. I was about to complain when Sasagawa sprinted past me too, "Herbivores!"

Always proud of my speed, I ran with them on our fourth and final lap. I barely managed to pass them in time.

"Ahhh! So close!" Yamamoto grumped, throwing his arms up as he collapsed onto his back looking like a starfish, "Damn!"

"EXTREMELY FAST!" Sasagawa agreed, pounding his fists into the dirt, "Not fair!"

"Senpai, did you play a sport in high school?" The baseball jock grumbled, finally sitting up again in time to catch Gokudera wheezing his way into place behind us, "Hahaha you should probably stop smoking, Gokudera!"

"Stuff it!" He roared, immediately turning to cheer for his precious boss who was somehow even slower than Chrome and Lambo.

"She was an EXTREME boxer, right?!" Sasagawa's eyes were sparkling as he stared at me, "Or kick-boxing?!"

"I've never played a sport for fun." I grumbled, shoving him away when he nearly fell in my face from disappointment, "I don't like sports."

"Don't like sports?!" They looked like I had done them the ultimate wrong just then. Yamamoto was right in my face, grasping my hands as if he was a religious advocate, "How could you say such a thing?! It's so much fun!"

"Baseball nut!" I took firm hold of his hands and flipped him over my shoulder and into the dirt below, "I kill people for a living. Why do I have to waste time on baseball? I suggest you retire as well before your sore muscles get you killed."

"No way!" He wailed, hardly bothered by the rough treatment, "I love baseball! If you gave it a shot, you'd love it too!"

"Let's EXTREMELY play baseball!"

And with Sawada dying after completing his lap, he was all for baseball instead of sparring so Gokudera was on my case about it too. I sighed, wondering what I did in my past life to deserve these fools and their ridiculous need to play sports.

"Fine…" I relented, rolling my eyes when Yamamoto ran for the apartment building to get his things before I had even finished saying the word, "Baseball it is but if I catch any of you slacking, you're running another four laps in your underwear!"

"Yes ma'am!"

Let me say it before anyone else gets suspicious. I obviously favor Yamamoto. I don't deny it at all but I also can't deny that I had the most fun playing baseball. It was a new kind of thrill and one more secret, when Yamamoto is playing baseball, he shines the brightest. I never want him to stop playing despite all Squalo's raging.

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"You've been gone an awful lot lately." Boss said one day when I untangled myself from his limbs at six in the morning, "At unholy hours."

"I'm on wake up duty for the brats from Namimori." I grumbled, getting dressed without turning the lights on, "Just go back to sleep."

Grumpy, he rolled over and proceeded to ignore me as I went about my business. As I was about to leave he spat a half-hearted, "You've got ugly dark circles."

I slammed the door behind me at his rudeness, storming off to get something in my stomach before the drive to the apartment where I would wake Sawada and his Guardians for school. Sending them off, I sighed and made my way back into the apartment to stare into the mirror in their bathroom.

Ugly dark circles indeed. Come to think of it. I've been getting up at six on weekdays and then I don't sleep until after a hit so like… two or three in the morning. On weekends I get a little more but I've been having so much fun with myself that I didn't notice how tired I was supposed to be.

How embarrassing. I have fun with these brats?! No way.

I hardly looked at the ID when my phone rang, grumpily barking, "What?!"

"Ah! Kira-senpai! Please help!" Yamamoto's voice sounded genuinely panicked and it made my heart drop.

"What?" I said it more urgently than the first time, "Medic?"

"I forgot my waivers and forms for the tournament this weekend on the counter! I won't be able to participate if I don't turn that in today! Can you get it for me?!" He whined, "Please!"

"Run back and get it!" I snapped and hung up.

What a fool! If it's that important how could he forget it? What an idiot. I was about to lock up and leave but I couldn't forget the panic in his tone. It really meant a lot to him. I sighed, sending him a text: I'll send it with the driver later. Get it from him. Don't be late to the car.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love you, Kira-senpai! :) Let's play baseball again after conditioning on Sunday!

I laughed at his instant response and shook my head, taking his forms down with me. I gave them to the afternoon driver when I returned to HQ, promising to kill him if he didn't give it to Yamamoto even if he had to wait past the arranged time. I kind of feel sorry for the others. I only give Yamamoto special treatment. Anyone else and I really would've made them run for it.

I think it's cause he was so forgiving after I smashed his nose. If he hadn't been so warm, I would've probably been just as cold. It's kind of like a… Dino effect. I shook my head, trying not to think about Dino again. It's always a haunting thought when I think of Dino crying because I couldn't return his feelings. I hope Yamamoto never sheds those kinds of tears. Then again, I'm sure he's popular and won't suffer that way.

I went back to HQ smiling like a doofus. I have high hopes for the Tenth Generation. They are the kids who defeated us after all. I have no choice but to think highly of them.

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Eight in the morning, I rolled over, silencing my alarm. I groaned, shoving the boss' arm away as it made an attempt to stop me from getting up, "I teach brats at nine sharp. Reborn will kill me and then you if I skip."

He snarled, pulling me back beneath him in one rough yank. His arms blocked my head on either side, narrowing my view to only include his angry expression, "You don't take orders from anyone but me, Kira."

I might've blushed if I hadn't promised Yamamoto we would play baseball today. I reached up, hands on either side of his face, "Yes, yes, you're the boss. I know."

He opened his mouth to say something but I didn't give him a chance, I twisted his face down into the pillow, curling my arm around his neck in a stranglehold for a good long moment. He threw me out of the bed onto the floor. I huffed, feigning hurt as I ran for the door, and picking up my casual clothes from the floor on the way out.

"You fucking, conniving bitch!" He roared, gunshot melting the door off its hinges but he wasn't wearing clothes so I knew he wouldn't come after me.

Forgetting the troubles with getting up in the morning, I sent the Tenth Generation brats running. I was no longer super angry about them sleeping in until I woke them. It was kind of funny. The strict laws of the Varia didn't scare these kids at all. Then again, I didn't kill anyone so I suppose they know I won't really punish them but I do make them run in their pajamas.

Eventually, I started to come dressed in the casual clothes the boss had bought me rather than my Varia uniform. It was a blast. It made work seem fun. It was so different than my usual work days.

Baseball was always just Yamamoto's time to shine but Sasagawa was getting pretty good too. It wasn't anything like boxing but Sasagawa was an athletic type too. I laughed at Gokudera as he complained from first base about Yamamoto hitting a home run. That meant he had to run all the way home and he was huffing and puffing by the end every time.

"Let's try boxing next weekend." Sasagawa grinned, "I've been going to a boxing club with the Ninth's Guardians while you guys have been going to school. I'm going to enter a tournament here next month!"

I gagged at the thought of those old men boxing, "They do what?"

"Ah… They just watch." He clarified with a grin, "They're EXTREMELY too old to fight in the ring with me!"

"Heh." I turned to Sawada, "If I can punch your face in, we can go."

"Hieee!" The future Tenth boss was horrified just from thinking about it. He shook his head vigorously, "Please no!"

"How about a round with me instead, senpai?" Yamamoto was boldly protecting Sawada in his nice ass way and I took the bait with an eager nod, "Alright! This time I won't let you break my nose so you watch me!"

"If you get even one blow on my face, I'll take your whole group to dinner." I laughed and little did I know, that bet went just like my bet with Dino a few years ago but that's for another day.

Pushing them into another round, we played baseball long after it was time for me to leave and I never realized it. I was having too much fun but it didn't matter. I didn't work until late at night anyways.