Word Count: 554

Age: Kurama-15

Tsuna- 13

"It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him."
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

Kurama crushed a bubble of laughter that crept up his throat as soon as his eyes fell upon the baby. His past thoughts and envy towards the human seemed very petty indeed as he realized that the child was definitely not a child.

It was undoubtedly a curse of some kind.

He felt pity for the not-child only for a second, however, as the little beast went and kicked his brother across the face for saying the obvious when one is not aware of the supernatural. He calmly intervened at that point.

He smiled coldly at the not-child as he helped his little brother to his feet and sent him off to get dressed for school.

"I do not think a tutor is necessary mother." He said gently, his smile becoming softer as he looked towards her. "With my help Tsuna's grades have been very steady even if they are only average. I'm sure we can figure out a way to get him more motivated, without having to pay for a tutor."

Unfortunately, the not-child was persistent. "No need for money. All I need for payment is a place to sleep and food."

"Not only that, but he says he can turn Tsu-chan into a leader of the next generation!" His mother clapped her hands together as her eyes practically sparkling.

His smile became strained as he nodded in agreement to his mother's enthusiasm. He glanced sharply at the not-child. There was a challenge in his dark eyes that had Kurama bristling on the inside.

He wasn't sure why the not-child was here, why he wanted Tsuna, but Kurama was not going to let him hurt his family.

He didn't even acknowledge him as Tsuna came running back down the stairs. He simply caught his clumsy brother when he tripped and snagged some toast for him before shuffling him out the door.

He needed to think of a plan to get the not-child to leave.

Tsuna glanced at him as they walked to school, but Kurama waved off his concern. The child was very perceptive at the most inconvenient times.

He only came out of his thoughts when he felt a sudden weight on his head.

He froze.

"Ciaossu."

"Hiieee! How did you get there?!"

Kurama had to work in order to keep himself calm. The little not-child was getting under his skin in ways very few people had in the last several years.

It only got worse from there.

Kurama was genuinely speechless as he watched his little brother run off in his underwear. He stood there for several minutes unable to comprehend what just occurred. His hand twitched the seed from his main weapon still held between his fingers, from when the not-child had pulled out his gun.

He hadn't been fast enough to stop the bullet and for one heart-wrenching moment he had thought he'd lost his precious little brother. Then…he jumped up and lost his clothing before running off shouting something about confessing with his 'dying will'.

He turned to the not-child, Reborn a distant part of his mind reminded him, his expression composed but his eyes burning. He wasn't sure what happened, but he knew for a fact that the tiny nuisance had shot his brother, regardless of the strangeness that occurred after that. That was unacceptable.

"Explain."

Reborn smirked.

There you go folks. This is the first of the drabbles that I wrote. The scene that inspired this little drabble series. XD Hope you guys like it. :)