Hey! We are nearing towards the real story. By the way, anyone could guess who is the silhuette here?

So, if you've reached this part of the fic, congratulations! It's just part of the INTRODUCTION...

No - now don't throw empty chairs on my cute face :3 I have to do this, because the story would not have a 'life' if there are no sub-fillers to be added.

Anyways, this had been long since I had posted, neh? Sorry guys, life happened.

Meaning, my mobile which was used in creating these crashed down. As in I wanna cry because I couldn't be able to use it. Some bogus of a friend used my cellphone to search in a virus-free site. You know, where the virus is free roaming around?

And guess what? 36 Trojan horses kicked my phone, AND I have to repair it. So much for saving!

I don't want to rant anymore!

Anyway, before I present the newest installment, I would like to acknowledge Phineas and Ferb for their upbeat music which I placed here. Also, High School Musical, because I love all of their songs. Cinderella, for the song entitled, 'A Dream is A Wish Your Heart Makes' (pretty long for a song title, but I'm not sure if that is the real title). And finally, One Outs for mentioning some of the teams included in this amazing anime.

Except for the last one, have you noticed all of the programs are from D*****?

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is a canon anime and manga made by Ms. Akira Amano with ArtLand. The plot is owned by the owner and it is not her responsibility if there are any coincidences with either the real life or other fanfictions inside the site.

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2-in-1 ID Game

Chapter 11

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"Chika-chika-chika-chika-"

"Mow-chika-mow-mow!"

"That's what my baby says."

"Bow-wow-wow!"

"And my heart starts pumping."

"Chika-chika-chu-wop!"

"Never gonna stop - "

"Gitchee-gitchee-goo means I love you!"

This not-so-unfamiliar song kept on replaying inside the mansion-like pavilion.

Strobe lights, UFO-like lights, disco lights, party lights, neon lights - even Christmas lights - and any kind of light displays that you know, are placed through the vast gardens surrounding the place.

A random neighborhood drunk, away from the place, shouted.

"Hey! It's not daylight, keep it down! I drank lots of alcohol to keep of asleep - "

BANG!

A sound of gunshot rang in the air, then the man fell down the cold ground.

A man sitting on a tree branch blew the smoke away from the barrel of his green gun.

"Then go to sleep, stupid no-good drunkard."

All of there happened without anyone noticing anything.

"Announcement... The most amazing speed dating, featuring the fastest gyrating machine... ever - "

"EXTREME! I WANT TO RIDE THAT - "

"No, honey... You heard the announcement, it says 'Speed Date."

"Of course Hana... I love you... I do not care about the speed dating thing... BUT I WANT TO RIDE THE FASTEST GYRATING MACHINE EVER TO THE EXTREME!"

"No more 'extreme,' Ryohei. Oh! The baby just kicked!"

"Really?!"

The violet-clad top Hibari Kyoya pressed the top of his cellphone between the space of his eyebrows while muttering, "Aw come on, we're not teens anymore. Would you just let me continue reading?"

His declaration (he thought the only him could hear what he muttered to himself, BUT HE MUTTERED IT ALOUD), was followed up by Kyoko's "Aww... you're too sweet!" and a jeer from Hana, "Oh, sorry! I forgot about the Destiny's Child inside!"

Hibari interjected, "Hey!"

They are inside the six-person light vehicle, the interior is full of white background with blue polka dots, the scent is like a bubble bath and baby powder, and, comically and ironically, the music in the background was playing 'Sweet Child of Mine,' thus nickname Hana came up with.

The raven head could not help but to sulk at the back.

Beside him, Takeshi chuckled and changed the topic, "I'm so excited, though. I haven't experienced a ten-second talk with a person before. So interesting."

Kyoko, the owner of the car they were riding as well as their designated driver, could not help but ask, "Takeshi... I hope this would not offend you... "

From the background, everyone heard Takeshi's carefree "I'm good, shoot!"

Kyoko continued, "... You were a baseball player already... Tokyo Galallians is the most powerful baseball team in Japan, and you already attained your dream to be picked in pro through the first draft... Why didn't you accept? It's not clear as to reject a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and in on life as we know it - it's not clear to me... Why stay here, while you already have your dream there?"

With that question, everyone except for Kyoko who is in front of the wheel, turned their attention to the white long-sleeved man.

Mindlessly, Takeshi scratched his head and looked upwards as he contemplated his answer. "Well... to be honest, I still want to be a baseball player. But someone told me that the owner of that team started a conspiracy about putting all of the star players from the Pacific League in one strong team, to crush the other team... I don't want an owner who is selfish enough to dominated the baseball world - "

Ryohei butted in, "Oh, I've heard about that. The all-star Chiba Mariners, right?"

Takeshi nodded his head as he continued to speak, "Yeah, and guys! I don't want to leave you! We were friends since childhood, and to cut that... What a gruesome topic... " He shivered at that part.

"Talk about selfish... " Hana grumbled as she was touched by her husband and gave her a look of defiance.

"And also... " Takeshi continued, "Not to mention... " He glanced at Hibari and spoke. "Being a baseball player is just a dream... "

Hibari scrunched his forehead with a confused "What?"

As an answer, Takeshi spoke, "A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep."

As he caught on realization, Hibari exclaimed, "OH!" He then grabbed the other's shoulders as he shook them. "That's in Cinderella!"

The dramatical atmosphere was changed into a chorus of chaos, as all of then yelled, "Shut up!"

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"KAMPAI!"

Two women were sitting on two plushy red couches near the bar, with a small sound glass table separating them. One woman kept on saying 'Cheers,' even he the other just nonchalantly sipped on her drink.

"... Hey, Haru-chan! Stop being so gloomy, let's party!" She said as she raised both of her arms, a glass of alcohol being held by the left hand.

Instead of joining her companion for a toast, Haru crossed her arms as she raised her brow. "I don't think this is the place where you could shout about parties."

"Heh... " The other woman flipped her long reddish-purple hair and sipped her glass of blue liquid. "... Quit it, Haru. We are here to relax and be happy!... If you'd let me dress you up, you wouldn't look like a boring librarian, like what you are right now. So, plainy Janey - "

With a scowl painting her face, the brunette butted in, "And you are dressed to kill, Bianchi. This is a formal gathering - "

"A speed dating... " Bianchi reminded in a sing-song voice.

Despite of the other clearly not interested on her speech, she continued, anyway. " - Besides, if I'd let you, I might lose my virginity in just a minute or two." She combed her short hair as she finished. "I don't want to dress like a lowlife slut!"

"Psh!" Bianchi tossed her right hand with a sarcastic wave and defended her sense of fashion. "You're being too modest, Haru. This is twenty-first century, come on!"

"Happy New Year, Bianchi." A forced smile spread across the brunette's face, referring to the other's plunging halter red polka-dotted almost see-through top, with a deep shadow appearing in between the neckline. In confusion, the modern woman peeked downwards, only to see her cleavage.

As a response, she palmed her chest which shocked Haru. "Of course, it's my asset. You're just jealous 'cause you don't have one - "

"I have both of them."

"Where?"

The question made Haru gape at Bianchi, disbelief appearing all over her face. After that, she pinched the bridge of her nose as she made a husky groaning voice through her throat.

"... Forget about it. No, forget about this talk ever existed." She said after a while.

Bianchi Gokudera is the first lawyer Haru defeated in her first case about a drug syndicate. Her client was accused of being one of the biggest opium dealers in England. That case was really tough, even for Haru. There are eyewitnesses, there are the evidences, even the security footage! It was a hold of a needle, and Haru wondered how did she got through it. From that day, the scarlet-purple head sworn that she hated her for the rest of her life.

It was by the length of time that they found themselves on the same ground, and they both respected one another, although the animosity never changed. They are frenemies, as Bianchi quoted.

"Anyways," Haru picked up the cologned envelope with a cursive 'Reborn' written on it. "We are to meet this 'Reborn'guy. You know, our client?"

"... Yeah... " The other woman said, after calling the waiter to have another glass. When she had what she wanted, she fully faced the genius lawyer. "That's the invitation, correct? Like a reward for winning the case of the kid?"

Haru scoffed, "No!" She passed the scented invitation to her unbelievably idiotic companion as she continued, "I already received the money, thank you for your belated concern... To tell you the truth, I haven't met this 'Reborn' yet. It's so suspicious."

Bianchi took the invitation to tale a glance inside. After skimming the contents, she passed it back as she asked Haru a question she had been meaning to ask.

"Did Tsuna gave you that?"

"Excuse me?" Haru asked, as she took use envelope back.

Instead of being fazed, the other just stared at her. They were enveloped by a thick dog of silence.

After a moment, Haru sighed with downcasted eyes, "Okay, you win. I'm still sad, so what?"

Bianchi rolled her eyes. "So you still love Tsuna, huh?"

"How did you know?" Haru asked disinterestedly as she crossed her legs and propped her elbows on the overlapping right knee, still not looking up.

"Are you forgetting something, Haru.-chan?" Bianchi said as she checked her manicured fingernails, putting an annoyed emphasis on her name. "I'm a lawyer too, so it's not that hard to identify your peculiarity."

The brunette looked up. "My peculiarity, huh?"

The other lawyer looked up from checking her nails, "... You never slouched."

"... I know."

"... Oh, come on. Haru, stop that. It's not like you. Where's the feisty Ice Queen I was acquainted with?" When she felt that the brunette would not fight back, she continued. "Don't tell me, attorney Miura, you dated nineteen guys just so you forget your ex!"

"So what's it to you?!" Haru asked really offended. Well, according to Bianchi's eyes, okay?

"Hey, that's what I've been talking about!" Bianchi said as she leaned on her chair. "But hey, you're turning twenty-five this year. According to English and Italian legends, a twentieth boyfriend is the last boyfriend you will have, and twenty-five years is the best age for marriage. You are way too soon to become a spinster, and marriage is one of the happiest moments of a woman. Tale it from me."

"What the hell? I'm not going to be a witch! I thought you are too old to believe to those childish snot... " Haru turned her attention to her drink that was left out of cold.

But before the liquid reached her lips, a game stopped her as she heard the rare words from her frenemy. "Let of teach you something you might need for the future."

Letting her speak and feel superior, the brunette put down her drink.

Even she wants to drink her sorrows away.

When suddenly...

"Date Ieyasu Sawada."

... cue spit take.

"Ack!" Haru finally grabbed her drink and shoved the liquid to her throat.

"Living in my own world, didn't understand. That everything can happen, when you tale a chance."

"I never believe it, but I couldn't see. I never opened my heart to all the possibilities."

"I know that something has changed, never felt this way, and right her tonight!"

From the repeated song of 'Gitchee-Gitchee Goo,' it was changed to the High School Musical's 'Start of Something New.' Haru inwardly groaned due from its musical cue to Bianchi's strange suggestion.

Why?!

After a series of coughing from her own spit and the burning sensation of the alcohol, Haru faced the other fully. "Ha-ha... That's a good one, Bianchi. I would give you... a sarcastic look." She then showed her best sarcastic face she could ever give.

The long-haired woman just shook her head as she gave her look. "Unbelievable, Haru... " She then picked the olive-pierced stick from her empty glass to point at the short-haired woman. "Are. You. Blind? Haru, the look on his face when you're not looking... really sticky! Clearly, he has a thing for you!"

"So?"

"So? So give him a chance, Haru. Its not like you'll find that kind of person everyday! Date him, its not like having sex and stuff!"

"Shut. Up." Haru laid both of her palms on the table to show that the talk reached its end. "That's disgusting."

"The what?"

"That... "She pointed at the pierced olive. "... Just... put it down."

"Oh." Bianchi then placed the olive back to her glass and faced her companion.

"Lookie here, Haru." When Haru looked at her, she continued. "I'm just helping you out here. I know you're competing with of in everything, including boyfriends - "

"Hey!" Haru butted in.

The other neglected the previous comment and continued, " - but I don't want you to turn old without someone taking case of you. Do not follow my example."

From the tone of her voice, Haru frowned, crossed her arms, and looked away to her left as she closed her eyes. "Bianchi, we are not talking about that, aren't we? Because its not helping. I do not cater help, neither pity. I can survive on my own. If I die, I will die. I foot case he my logic did not reach that thick skull of yours, but he there are any ugly ducklings sin the some who would love a frog... " She then opened her eyes, only to see an unruly tamed brown head roaming around. "... So be it."

Bianchi had nothing to do but to look at her sadly.

"Excuse me... Attorney Gokudera... Attorney Miura... " A different voice startled the two.

"Oh!" Exclaimed Haru.

"Why hello there!" Greeted Bianchi.