Disclaimer is in the first chapter


Second Chance

Please keep in mind this is a CAUSE and EFFECT kind of story. :)

Many events many seem similar. If you have a question, feel free to ask. Thank you very much!

OMFG. 7K+ Words. Be prepared for a lot of drama and fluff.

Pairing-ish implied:

8027 and a stalker-ish R27

Bold- Sound effects
Italics- Exaggeration or Thoughts(mostly Tsuna's)
Normal –Normal


Target III: The Rain

The afternoon sunlight cloaked the students of Namimori Middle High in the cloudless sky as a group of students approached the center of the baseball field after running a few laps.

The P.E. Coach selected team captains as the class eventually split in two groups.

"Are you done choosing teams?" the coach questioned as he check off each student from his clipboard. He quickly scanned the sheet and stopped at a name: 'Sawada Tsunayoshi.'

"Who's team is Sawada in?" the coaches' gruff voice rung out through the murmuring class as his eyes left the paper. The class starred at the brunet left in the space where the two teams divided.

"I don't want on our team..." someone muttered loudly. Some nodded in agreement.

Tsuna just stood in the middle of the two teams unsure of how to approach this situation. Gokudera was not present to 'help' him, more like cause necessary violence he dully noted to himself. The sliver haired mafioso was going to be absent the next few days because he had to go restock on his dynamites. Tsuna still was sore from dodging hoards of flying bombs and bullets, courtesy of an enthusiastic 'right hand man' and a baby spartan tutor.

"No way! He may be good at Kendo, but we all know he sucks at baseball!"

Tsuna let out a defeated sigh as he slowly shuffled his feet to the coach but stopped when he heard Yamamoto's cheerful voice call out abruptly.

"Isn't it alright if he joins our team?" the other students gasped at the idea that Yamamoto Takeshi, the freshmen baseball star, didn't mind having the Dame-Tsuna on his team.

"Are you sure Yamamoto? You don't have to let that loser into our team," the boy Yamamoto's hand was draped over spoke clearly, annoyed at the mere idea.

"Don't be so stingy. I just have to keep him from hittin', right?" the tan teen reassured lightly though is flawless white teeth.

"Well... If Yamamoto says so. Then alright," the team captain from Yamamoto's team reassured himself.

Wow... This is the first time I've been accepted into a team without the leaders playing jan-ken-pon( rock paper scissors). Not that I mind... I should probably try and help them win...

"Okay. Yamamoto go bat first!" the coach blew his whistle signaling the beginning of the game.

After recruiting Gokudera, Reborn seemed jumpy about something... But he certainly hid it well with all those sadistic smirks. Well... My grades are about a C right now... Well, it's only been a week or so that's an improvement.

CRACK

Tsunayoshi snapped out of he thoughts when he saw a white leather covered spheroid soar through the air past the fence. The corner of Tsuna's lips twitched in a kind smile. The boy's eyes followed the tanned baseball player as he make his way to first base.

This was the Yamamoto before he got involved with me... The mafia...The EXTREME baseball fan...

A hollow chuckle couldn't help but escape the fourteen year old's pursed lips.

"Oh sorry!" Takeshi shouted through cupped hands as he ran pass second base heading toward third, intending to make a home run.

"Pfft. You should use one arm," the pitcher muttered to himself, audibly sarcastic. Of course, his haughty body language seemed scream out how noticeably proud he was of his pitching skills.

The Yamamoto ran past home plate; the team and fan girls went wild cheering, throwing their hands in the air. The baseball star meekly rubbed the back of his head, a small blush tinted his cheek as a girl ran up and asked for his autograph.

"Nice Yamomoto!" a student pats said teen's shoulder.

"YESS!" the crowd cheered.

"All hail the baseball freak!" another student clapped their hands together in a praying motion.

"TAKESHI~" the fan girls squealed in unison.

"SO HOT!" one of the females commented with hearts in their eyes. Several grunted in agreement.


On top of a water storage labeled '9' in dark red, the baby hit man wearing a black fedora observed his student carefully.

"Day dreaming like always... Something he have to work on," Reborn noted. Glancing back at the crowd through his Leon binoculars.

"Hmmm... Yamamoto Takeshi... His athleticism and popularity are needed in Dame-Tsuna's family," the baby ideally murmured to himself in his five year old voice.


"Dammit!" one on the freshmen( Fresh Meat! :U) students from Tsuna's class muttered.

"I knew having that idiot on the team was a big mistake."

"Sweep the field by yourself!" the team captain shouted at Tsuna. Muttering some curses he learned from Giotto(from the time he was shouting profanities at the Second boss in a rainbow a ray of languages), he started to sweep the baseball field.

It wasn't his fault that the pitcher was cheating. When he said that the ball was being pitch too high or low, the coach would just say it was fine. He swore, his friends' life depended on that gave and they were playing unfairly, he would personally go up to their face and sock 'em.

Tsuna's shoulders drooped sadly as a sigh, once again, escaped his lips.

I should just go home... Then again... Reborn would drag him off somewhere to train...

The brunet raked his bangs back in annoyance and just started to sweep the field. Then the crunching on rocks made him spin around at lightning speed only to find Yamamoto stare at him. Unintentionally, the brunet drew the broom closer and his feet shifted in a defense position.

"Help has arrived!" the teen sang and began to sweep along with Tsuna, after he unfroze from his minor habit of defense.

"Oh... Thanks!" Tsuna's voice dripped with sweetness that rivaled honey. Yamamoto paused and looked at the brunet for a moment to make sure that he wasn't a girl.

The twitch on the corner of Tsunayoshi's eye muscle went by unnoticed by the Yamamoto. At least it wasn't his spartan tutor or Gokudera he pondered.

Knowing the bomber, if any word gets out that a mess like this, he was sure that the coach will not be attending work anytime soon. Wracking his brain the come up with something to talk about he spoke: "Hey, it was a great home run! I'm sorry I caused the team to loose when you let me into the team..."

"Nah. Don't worry about it. It's only P.E.," Yamamoto said as he paused and murmured, "Only baseball..."

"Huh?" Tsuna's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Oh, nothing," the baseball player brushed off, "You've been amazing lately. Like in your Kendo and your grades are getting a lot better too. I got you checked in my book."

Brown eyes carefully watched the other teen, surprised by the sudden confession. The brunet tried to stammer out a response but the jock continued.

"In comparison, I only play baseball like that's all I know..." Yamamoto trailed off watching the clouds instead of meeting the brunet's worried brown orbs.

"What are you talking about? It's those baseball skills that are awesome!"

The tanned 14 year old's expression darkened, "It's not going that well... Lately, no matter how much I practice, my average is dropping and my field is screwing up. At this rate, it'll be the first time that I don't start since I began playing baseball..."

Tsuna's honey brown eyes widened with worry. Was this the real Yamamoto Takeshi? The Yamamoto Takeshi with so many insecurities? The one hidden behind that happy mask of his? The part of his friend he's never truly discovered? The part that the other teen didn't trust enough to show?

"Tsuna," the brunet broke out of his musings and watched the raven, "What should I do...?"

The Sawada saw the dolefulness in those chocolate brown pools; the fear of displeasing those around him – the fear of loosing his (current) Pride, baseball.

"Just kidding! Lately you've seem so much more easier to talk to... I just kinda got carried away," Yamamoto quickly tried to cover the truth behind those words. The truth... Tsunayoshi's hands clenched.

"I... can't really give you any really good advice," Tsuna's clear voice broke through the silence making Yamamoto's head snap towards his direction, "because I've... never really had anything I was truly good at besides make trouble for others... But, if I were to tell you something..."

The bosses resolute orbs drifted to the cloudless blue sky. A smile crept on to his face. His fists loosened.

"It would be... Don't do something you would regret... Life is too short for regrets."

Yamamoto chuckled making the brunet blink.

"Wait... Did I just say that out loud..?" Blinking once more he turned a light shade of pink, "Oh, uhm... s-sorry for n-not being able to help you very much, Yamamoto... san."

"Hahaha! You're right! I'll practice like hell! By the way callin' me Yamamoto's fine!" the teen threw his arm over the brunet and smiled.

Tsuna just smiled; he was just glad he could help his friend feel better. Even if he wasn't the same friend that was willing to die for him; past present or future Yamamoto Takeshi would always be his friend, one of the brothers he never had.


The warm 6p.m. sun was starting to set in the horizon as Tsuna finished his final fifth lap. The sweaty teen's drenched clothes clung to him as he grabbed the water bottle sitting on the steps of Namimori Shrine. A smile graced his visage as he chugged down this last of water.

"Lets get home! It's getting dark soon." the brunet hummed a tune(Canvas by +plus aka ending 16) as he walk down the paved cement road.

"Did something good happen?" Reborn asked as his shoes tapped softly on the semi-tall brick fence next to then brunet.

"Yep! I became friends with Yamamoto Takeshi~" Tsuna cheered. He was happy he got to talk to his 'brother', to Tsuna at least.

"About that Yamamoto, you're going to make him your subordinate," Reborn stated. Out of the corner of the hit man's big onyx eyes, he watched his student carefully examining his body language. The moment the brunet processed the words, which was less that a second, his cheerful expression turned 360 degrees.

"...," Tsuna's doe brown pools strayed back to the orange tinted sky and let out a defeated sigh, "I will agree when he does. I... don't know, unlike Gokudera, he is not priorly involved."

Reborn scoffed, "Dame-Tsuna. The mere fact is that anyone, and everyone, you meet and communicate will be involved with the Mafia one way or another, if they know it or they not."

They turned the corner of the neighborhood and walk silently.

"I... see, anyways, I need to take a bath. I need some time alone..." Tsuna muttered as he took off his shoes and headed into his house.

"I'm home mom!" Tsuna shouted while he began to trudge up the flight stairs.


After stripping of articles of clothing off his feminine body( which I will not explain the process of), the teen got into the nice steaming bath water and let his sore body relax – even if it was for a few minutes. The paradisaical pool of bliss lighted the mentally distraught boss candidate. Thoughts rushed passed his head like a bullet train.

Should I let Reborn involve Yamamoto too? Should I eventually force him to choose between his dream and something I dragged him into?

The brunet poured a small amount of shampoo in to his cupped hand and began to scrub the roots of his hair.

He looked happy. No. He should not be in harm's way because of me. Not me again.

He rinsed his hair and began to wash the rest of his body. His thin blistered fingers danced on his pale skin in repeated motions causing a content sigh to leave the boy's mouth.

But... No. I'm being selfish. He should decide the choice is his and his alone. Hm... I should probably avoid him too. Before he becomes too involved.

He stood up from the tub, drained out the water, and he wiped himself dry with a towel. He soon began putting on a simple yellow T-shirt with a blue '27' on the back and a pair of sweats.

This is my chance to change things... Wait... Why do all my shirts have 27 on it...?

The brunet towel dried his semi-wet hair and walked out only to be kicked in the shin.

Thump

"Pay attention Dame-Tsuna," the infant said simply in the tone of voice that made it seem like the answer to all questions.

"Ah... I... Y-yes Reborn," Tsuna just got up and dusted himself off. His visage clearly shown distraught and as Tsuna's trainer and tutor, it was Reborn's task to find out what the cause. Or at least what he is suppose to do.

Tsuna just smiled that fake smile of his and began making his way to his room.

The infant was sick of being playing the fool. Tsuna's obedient attitude was also grating on his very last nerves too.

After the Sawada closed the door behind him, the baby's partner turned into a gun which was placed on the future Mafia bosses knee cap, preventing the teen to advance to his bed.

"Spill. You're hiding something," the hit man stated simply. The stainless back fedora covered the infant's coal black orbs.

"Eh?" the Sawada's eyes dilated to fraction of a second before he caught himself. To normal, untrained, eyes it seem nothing happened. But, Reborn's eyes were not normal nor was he untrained – far from it, in fact. Tsunayoshi himself, or this person in front of the hit man as Reborn referred to him as, knew the Arcobaleno had caught that too.

"What have you done with the real Sawada Tsunayoshi?" the deadpanned voice made the question very clear.

"Wh- what are you talking about Re-reborn?" Dammit he was stuttering. The Sun flamed Mafioso proceeded to cock his gun. Proceeding quickly Tsuna calmed his demeanor, the boss was not liking how his great afternoon turned into a night of distress. He was not in the mood, especially right now. The brunet's eyes closed in concentration.

Thousands of excuses and plots traveled through the teen's skull at seemingly impossible rates. An plan quickly formed and just as quickly put into action.

Sighing loudly, he opened his glassier brown eyes he made eye contact with the hit man. If Reborn was surprised, he certainly hid it well – as expected of his tutor. A brief reminiscence of Lambo telling him that he looked a lot like his Hyper Dying Will mode when he had the 'Boss Façade ' flashed trough his head. But of course, he didn't have time to walk down memory lane. The brunet proceeded by opening his mouth and spoke in an unwaveringly cold tone.

"I should be the one demanding answers, Sun Arcobaleno Reborn," Tsuna's voice seemed deeper.

Wow. He flinched. Good sign.

That certainly caught the attention of the infant.

Continuing rapidly, the brunet went on, " Tell me. You said I, Sawada Tsunayoshi, was elected Vongola Boss candidate, correct?"

"Yes, Swada Tsunayoshi is a boss candidate for the tenth leader of the Mafia family Vongola," Reborn hissed.

"Then why didn't you attempt to train me as one? You weren't being completely truthful on your part, Reborn."

The infant didn't like being pushed; his tiny fist continued to drain white due to the loss of blood circulation.

"Explain."

"With Dying Will flames. He told be about it. He said that all Mafia bosses are to learn how to utilize flames the moment they start their training. You haven't really been training me, either," not for a second did Reborn interrupt his rambling and it was a sure sign that Reborn was soaking up what his said and carefully deciphering the words.

"Who is He?" the raven's impassive optic organ seemed to bore into his soul.

"He never told me his name, but he told me about the Vongola and about flames. He resembled like a blond version of myself with light cobalt blue eyes. He looked Italian. He referred to himself as Primo."

At this information, the Arcobaleno's eyes visibly widened the word 'Primo' left his thin lips.

"How did you talk to him?"

"I've never talked to him in person. Primo appears in my dreams. And from your reaction earlier, It seemed that the information he gave me was true," the brunet muttered the last part to himself, intending to make it seem like he accidentally slipped the information out of his mouth.

"I... see. We will begin training tomorrow. Go to bed," Reborn left without saying another word. When the doors to Tsuna's room closed shut, the teen once again sighed.

"Bed sounds nice..." the boss candidate made his way to the bed, promptly snuggled in his sheets, and proceeded to fall asleep. Tsuna wasn't sure if the raven bought the excuse, but the plan to get Reborn the back off of the subject worked – for now at least. He hated lying to Reborn, to one of his most important people; his secret was to important and dangerous to be going around telling.


Reborn was not a happy fellow at the moment. He just finished a phone call with Timoteo (Vongola Nono) and he was told to watch the brunet for further information. He knew, even if it was a convincing acting, that it was a fake. But if this person knew so much about the Vongola, this could be more of a hassled then he first bargained for.

Tonight he was going take a DNA sample and have it tested to match Sawada Tsunayoshi's.


Tsuna's light chocolate brown eyes stared out the window from his classroom on the second story. He was actually pretty glad that he got the seat furthest from the black board and one of few seats with a window view at that. He wasn't paying attention to the teacher's long boring lectures since this stuff really didn't matter in the line of work he was pursuing, not to mention that this was drilled painfully into his soul already.

Yamamoto's not here today... I wonder where he is...

After being shot by the Dying Will Bullet this morning, he was now extremely exhausted. Fortunately for him, his dying regret was not being able to summon his flames instead of confession his undying love before death.

It was funny now that he looked back, how he used to have a crush on Kyoko-chan. But, later on in his life, he realized that it was a crush, not true love. The Namimori idol, though, became one of the people he consulted his emotions towards, like an older sister.

The brunet continued to stare out the window, enjoying the tranquility. He was not allowed to be as laid back as he wanted with the never ending piles of paper work that rivaled Mt. Fuji.

The birds soared freely through the semi-cloudy sky. The shadows along the sidewalk danced in the breeze's rhythm swaying back and forth.

Hibari Kyouya's figure walked past the shade and continued to the other side of the building. The prefect stopped for a moment and his menacing eyes met the brunets.

Tsuna just raised and eyebrow.

Wow. I thought I'd never be able to meet his gaze without being in the way of certain doom... He's probably going to 'bite' me to death later for watching him... Dammit. I wonder why Hibari isn't using the halls...

The raven haired teen continued his stroll while the gentle breeze blew his jacket lightly.

The Sawada on the other hand sighed and turned his head back to the board only to find that the teacher was standing right next to him.

"Dozing off, Sawada?" a smirk played on the the man's lips, " Share your answer for number seven."

The brunet was did not like being told what to do by people he held little respect for, like this Math teacher of his. The last time he was called on, the sub as kind enough to give him a easy seventh grade equation – not that he needed it. He actually didn't notice that there was a substitute teacher last time, it just comes to prove how much of an influence they made on his life.

Tsuna frowned to himself. After about twenty years of knowing Reborn, he never expected that someday, he would adapt the hit man's cynical sarcastic humor. Oh of all things. Well, after all, sarcasm is the mind's natural defense against stupidity. Yep, that was it. Plus he was sure that the Varia's second Mist illusionist, Fran he believed was his name, knew that all too well. Great. He was musing to himself. Again.

A cough brought his attention back to the teacher.

Sighing once more, not even bothering to explain more of the content, he stated blandly, "If f(x) = x4 - x + 2, then f(-x) = x4 + x + 2. The answer would be D."

The teacher tried to stutter a response, but the school lunch bell interrupted his attempts.

Coughing into his hand to clear his throat, he said, "Class dismissed."

Tsunayoshi resumed staring out the window until a student barged in, slamming the door loudly in his wake; the brunet jerk violently toward the noise's direction. He was very close to throwing a pencil at the other student, but caught himself before making a choice he would later and eventually regret.

The intruder didn't seem to notice the Mafia bosses direct glare.

"Yamamoto is about to jump off the roof!" That. Froze the brunet dead in his tracks. As in suicide kind of jump of like, hop scotch kind of jump? This has got to be one sick joke.

Lost in his self conflict, the same student's voice spoke a phrase that almost shattered his heart: " He stayed after school and practiced yesterday, but broke his arm; now he has no chance of making the team."

Baseball was Yamamoto's (his past companion's) soul compassion. It is what he wanted to do; Baseball his life.

Ignoring the many people that rushed past him to the roof, he stood there and starred wide eyed at the faded threshold of the door.

Kyoko was then last one besides himself that was in the classroom. She turned quickly and urged the boy to go see whats happening along with the rest of the informed students.

Blinking a few times he stuttered a response, "Uh – Yeah, y-you go ah-ahead. I'll ca-catch up with you la-later."

The idol's lips visibly thinned for a moment before nodding once. Turing to the opposite direction she scurried through the halls to the roof top.

He wasn't sure what to do. He was tore between going up there and convincing Yamamoto to stop and have the chances of the other teen's life completely ruined by the Mafia or to wait for another student to save him.

No, he didn't want to feel replaced by another person like that. The feeling of not being able to save his friend, practically brother even.

His fist balled until his nails dug painfully into his palm, even then he didn't seem to notice.

He knew a long time before that most of Yamamoto Takeshi's smiles were a fake. He knew that before the point that Yamamoto, Gokudera( though he would not admit to such things), and himself became close friends, the other teen wore a constant mask. A mask that was made to please the public.

Slowly he could feel the haunting feeling of helplessness wash over him. It seemed like again he was not able to save him. Again did he leave him to die. Again it was his fault. His life always influencing the death of people around him.

All the air in the room seemed to suddenly vanished as the boy's eyes sped through the room unable to focus.

His eyes watched as he brought his shaking hand up, slowly clenching them tightly. Tsuna's eye lids formed a thin line as he inhaled a shaky breath.

WHY? Why would he do this? Why would he want to needlessly give up his life? Did he want to abandon everyone that loves him? His dad? Me? This is... his decision though...

"Don't live life with regrets."

His own very words racked though his brain like a rake in leaves. Without another second's hesitation the soles of his shoes collided with the dull white color of the tile floors relentlessly at a speed that seemed impossible for a mere teenager to accelerate. He knew what to do. Or course, in the very back of his head he dully noted that Reborn's hellish training does pay off, if you're not too injured and immobilized.


On the school roof wild chattering erupted from the students.

"Hey! Yamamoto! This is taking it too far! It's not funny anymore!" someone in crowd shouted. Several nods agreed with the notion.

"Heh, that's not true... After the baseball god threw me away, I have nothing left," Yamamoto said silently, but all the students on the roof heard it. Several rounds were interrupted when they heard the roof door slam open. Many froze in an instant, most of them being Hibari Kyouya's ex-victims.

Snapping their heads to the door's direction, some let out a relieved sigh. Many eyes met those of determined dark hazel pools. However, those honey brown pools were focused on one person and that person's darker hues of brown

Panting lightly Tsuna's eyes met Takeshi's.

The other teen just offered an apologetic smile, " If you came to stop me then it's no use. You of all people should understand."

The corners of Tsuna's panting lips dipped further. His hands clenched into fists that eventually became white. His legs made through the parted crowd.

"No. I don't understand. I will never understand. No matter what I do, I'd never give up on life."

Yamamoto's apologetic smile turn into a frown. A frown that showed his true emotions. His narrowed eyes glared at the brunet before him.

Tsunayoshi's eyes saddened and his voice became a bare whisper, but it was loud enough to be heard through the silent crowd.

"Though I might be selfish for wanting you to live when you, yourself, don't. But if you die now, you will never be able to play baseball or ever see your dad and..." You'll leave me again.

The brunet's eyes strayed once more to the sky, avoiding the raven haired teen's questioning gaze.

I've done it. I tried. It hurts to see him like this...

Inhaling loudly Tsuna whispered, "I've done all I can to help you. Your life is in your own hands. But, I just hope to see you alive tomorrow."

The brunet's eyes drifted back to Yamamto and gave one forced smile. His heels turned and started to make his way back to class.

Tsuna couldn't see his Rain guardian act like this. Not his Rain guardian. Not his family, friend, and brother. He felt that same helplessness when he found out that Yamamoto committed suicide for his sake. He was the second to go.

The brunet knew his strong foundation was starting to crack when he realized he couldn't cry. He has not tears left. His world slowly changed darker, grayer, and lifeless as he submerged himself in work.

A lonesome invisible tear made it's way unnoticed down the apples of his cheek. Even now, he couldn't cry. Only mourn silently for those not yet lost.

When a hand reached out to grab his shirt, he jerked once violently. Frozen, the boss was threw backwards, breaking the fence.

The two fell of the edge of the building causing the crowd to snap out of their trance.


Reborn cocked his Leon ver. Sniper and positioned it. He didn't like being fooled, but he hated the feeling of failing an important mission more. That boy was indeed Sawada Tsunayoshi. Or at least his body is. The DNA sample he collected matched perfectly with Nana and Iemitsu Sawada. Not to mention the brunet resembled Vongola Primo and had the distinct sky flame.

He had to keep a close eye on this one, unlike his last student. Tsunayoshi Sawada was hiding a secret. Not those little fetish secrets, but a big one no doubt. His refined Hitman sense screamed to him to never let his pupil out of his sight. A master of manipulation equals a dangerous future threat to The Balance if he were to turn against them.

Leon's eye blinked and Reborn instantly shot the Dying Will Bullet.


They were falling. Time slowed to a painful rate for the future boss. He didn't mind the fact he was falling; he had done so so many times already. His eyes watched the sky once more as new clouds decorated the sky. The color... the clear blue... the one flame that washed away his sadness and replaced it with smile... that laugh...

YAMAMOTO!

Something suddenly clicked. His eyes left the sky and landed on the other teen also falling.

His eyes widened.

He had the power to save Yamamto. He has the power to save Yamamoto. He closed his eyes to concentrate. His resolution boiled inside his tiny body.

Small sparks of sky flames sparked on his head.

It wasn't working fast enough! They were going to fall! His regret began to eat away his resolution.

BANG

Gasping slightly the bullet's flame entered his body making it burn like a wild fire with energy. Having already started to power his flame, the bullet forced him into Hyper Dying Will mode.

"Gghhh..."

Tsuna, with his Hyper Intuition flaring, he instantly propelled himself and caught Yamamoto by the hand startling the teen. The brunet pulled him closer as the ground neared. Now, only his body was what seperated the baseball player from the hard cement floor. Eyes narrowing in experience, his right arm clung to Yamamoto and his left arm directly behind him.

A mass of soft flames burst through the center of his palm.

Yamamoto watched in awe. He never saw this... side of Tsuna. So determined he almost seemed to... glow with a brilliant orange aura.

The young future boss himself could feel his body starting to ache. Lesson learned, never go against gravity with while holding someone bigger than yourself. Tears of frustration brimmed his orange eyes; he knew that with his current strength, he could barely support himself – much less someone else. His still very doll like body structure trembled. He couldn't stop now! He wasn't going to stop now!

Instinctively, his right hand released his fist before clutching again at the tanned teen's Namimori uniform.

The soft flames started to lessen as gravity pulled them closer.

Tsuna's grip loosened as they got closer. Finally, intuition finally telling them that danger was now gone, his eyes promptly rolled back to the back of his head and his eye lids drooped sleepily. A smile decorated his face.

Takeshi just watched, entranced by the brunet's beauty and elegance. When Tsuna's eyes finally came to a close, they suddenly started to fall. Reacting quickly, Yamamoto pulled Tsunayoshi closer and reversed positions. After all, he didn't want to crush the boy. His eyes snapped shut, preparing for the impact.

Thump

"Nghhh," the ravened hair teen groaned. He forgot that his arm was still broken. Now it was going to take longer to heal... Ignoring that fact, the dark brown orbs glided to the panting brunet fast asleep on his chest.

He is kind of cute, Yamamoto concluded. A smile firm on his face, he shifted into a sitting position.

"I'm owe you one Tsuna!" his smile grew wider as the brunet let out a soft groan that signaled approval.


Reborn was... intrigued, to be exact. He watch the scene unfold as Tsuna propelled sky flames to the earth to soften their landing. When did Dame-Tsuna learn how to use that little brain he was known to have?

Besides, during Primo's time, there was no such flames as week and soft as those. Then again, even now, there are not such things as such soft flames. Orange hue reflected his onyx black eyes.

He wasn't that far off from the place Tsuna was landing at, in fact, he was in the secret bass in the hollow of the tree besides it.

A scowl worked it's unnoticed way up Reborn's features. Just when did Sawada Tsunayoshi get so good? Moments later, the two teens dropped. Observing from the side, Reborn saw the burn marks on the brunet's hands. That stupid student of his under estimated the intensity of the heat of his flames.

Hearing Yamamoto's proud proclamation, a sadistic smirk replaced his scowl. Hmm, things just got easier.

He pressed the button to open then door to his secret hide out. Now to get the raven to join Dame-Tsuna's Family.


Shhhk

Yamamoto looked up to see... a kid. A fairly odd one at that. Not that he was one to say. The baby wore those coats you would wear to a important meeting or something. Maybe he was a super secret agent from the Mafia here to teach Tsuna how to be a Mafia boss or some thing... Nahhh, even he wouldn't believe that.

"Ciaossu!" the kid exclaimed as he jumped down from the tree.

Blinking a few times, Yamamoto smiled. This must be a game this kid plays. Why ruin the fun?

"Hey Kiddo!"

"How would you like to be part of Dame-Tsuna's Family?" the baby asked in his high pitched voice.

Takeshi chuckled, "Sure!"

"Hmm... you need a weapon... How about you try... guns..." the fedora wearing baby remarked, " Your weapon is what you will train with since baseball isn't going to help you."

"Eh...?" Weapons? What? Oh! This must be part of the game! "Sure! I'll try the guns!"

"Nghh... Yamamoto... Sword," Tsuna groaned in his sleep.

"Hmm... So it seems Tsuna wants me to use the sword! Hahaha! It would be like swinging a baseball bat right?"

the baby inquired the idea with a thoughtful expression.

"Let's get Dame-Tsuna home first," Reborn mussed, "I'll handle Hibari."

Yamamoto's eyes widened. Oh dear baseball gods. He forgot that he was late for class... Oh wells. Can't change what's already happened right?

"Okay!" Yamamoto smiled. A real smile. It seemed he finally found a person who seemed to know him more then he knew himself.


To be continued...


Author Rant!:

Whewh!~ HAHAHA. It's 11:59 right now. And in one minute it's going to be my birthday! :) 3...2...1! It's September 3! WOOT! 'Kays :) Now I'm officially 13!

I SENSERLY APPOLOGIZE FOR THE LATE UPDATE! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

Q&A!

1) Why did Tsuna faint after using sky flames?

A: As mentioned earlier, his body was just introduced to the whole concept of DWFs.

2) Why haven't you updated for so long?

A: I started school two weeks ago and on the first week, I drew a rainbow for a assignment. And when the teacher showed it to the class. My teacher (not knowing who I was) called me a gay. LOLOLOL! XD

What you now know about this Tsuna!:

1) He's over 10+ from cannon.

2) In his time line thingy, Gokudera died. Followed by Yamamoto who committed suicide.

THIS CHAPTER'S QUESTIONS:

(Please answer!)

1. Did the characters act EXTREMELY OOC [Out of Character]?

2. Did you like Yamamoto? (I don't write Yamamoto a lot 'cuz I have like... the totally opposite personality...)

3. Was it rushed? (I hope it didn't feel rushed... LOL)

4. Likes? Dislikes? Possible improvements? Opinion? :)

(OPTIONAL!) 5. Wanna wish me a Happy 13th Birthday? X3 (Sorry, it's a selfish request! You don't have to!)


Posted 9/3/2011.

Unedited.