Hi everyone. I'm on spring break now (yay!) so I had time to squeeze out this chapter.

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Thank you, Nekohana, I fixed this chapter for you, along with a few other typos that I spotted. Thanks :)

Now, to the story!

It was a normal day in Namimori, Japan. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the air was warm and fresh. Small children played in the park, students and adults lounged around in their homes, watching T.V. or playing video games. A few planes were coming in on that fateful day, one of which was from Italy.

A tall, slim, gorgeous pink haired woman stepped off that specific plane, rolling a purple suitcase behind her. Her deep green eyes scanned her surroundings, and she smiled lightly when she saw nothing. Her expression hardened into a mask. "You won't get away from me this time." She walked forward, hailing a taxi outside.

Another person, a short, cow-suited little boy, ducked and weaved his way through the bags of the others on the flight. He giggled a bit to himself in anticipation as he exited the airport, tugging a small, but bulky bag behind him.

Yes, it was a perfectly normal day in Namimori, Japan.

I am going insane. That is the only explanation.

Tsunako liked to think of herself as a pretty level-headed and, well, sane person. Yes, sometimes she blew up at people, but that was usually after provocation and some slight physical harm. She was no pushover. She had grown up in the Mafia. She thought before she did something, although sometimes her heart screwed with her, and complicated things, like what happened with Gokudera. She honestly wanted to smack him, but how could she after he had displayed such loyalty and affection like that?

Anyways, Tsuna believed that she wasn't crazy. But this, plus the dream about that creepy kid, made her think that maybe she wasn't as sane as she thought she was.

Honestly, you had to have a few screws loose if you were the only one that could see a five-year old with horns, an afro, and a cow-printed onesie.

Well, maybe Reborn saw him. If he did, he was doing a really good job of ignoring his heated threats.

"Die, Reborn!"

"To do this problem, you have to use this formula here, Dame-Tsuna."

The kid seemed enraged. "Don't ignore me!" He had somehow found a way to get inside their house. "I'll kill you!"

He leaped forward, and Tsuna felt a combination of surprise and sympathy when Reborn's hand shot out and blocked the kid, sending him in the opposite direction. She winced when he hit the wall. It cracked. That had to have hurt.

"Reborn!"

"Remember this formula. It'll come up a lot in the future."

The kid had then shot up, wailing about how he had tripped, while he introduced himself. He was crying uncontrollably. Tsuna's heart went out to him. Reborn's punches hurt.

Lambo, as he had introduced himself as, got up immediately and tried to talk to Reborn again. Either this kid had a serious personality disorder, or he had a serious death wish. When Reborn ignored him once again, he pulled out a grenade from his afro (the fuck?) and threw it at the man. Reborn caught it and hurled it back at the boy, hitting him in the face and sending him flying out the window, into the trees, causing a huge explosion.

Tsuna gaped at Reborn, fury clear in her eyes. "What the hell, Reborn?! Don't you know him?!"

Reborn turned his head, tilting his fedora. "Nope. Never seen him before in my life."

She glared. "He said he was from the Bovino family. Do you know them?"

He smirked. "The Bovino family is considered small time by Mafia standards. I never associate with them."

She huffed, closing her eyes in agitation. "That doesn't mean that you can kill one of their children!"

He smirked, gazing out the window. "He's not dead. He'll be back soon enough."

Bianchi smiled to herself as the girl ran out of the house, holding two lunches, a piece of bread between her teeth. She was so adorable. It was a shame that she had to die. She had so much potential.

She hopped on her bike and glided down the street, skidding to a stop in front of the girl. She smiled sympathetically at the girl and grabbed a can of soda from the basket. "Here." She tossed it to the girl, turning around and leaving as soon as she had come.

"Aw, man, I dropped it."

It fell on the ground, the top popping open and spilling the orange liquid on the asphalt. Purple fumes drifted up, causing a bird to caw and fall to the ground. She heard the girl's high-pitched scream of surprise and she sighed. This was going to be harder than she thought, wasn't it? Now she knew that someone was out to kill her.

Oh well. At least it wouldn't be boring.

Yamamoto was confused. Well, that wasn't anything new, but this was different.

I mean, why would the new transfer be fawning over Tsuna all of a sudden?

He had waited for Tsuna at the door to the classroom. Just stood there, facing the door, with a small smile on his face. It was a bit creepy, but Yamamoto had long since learned that the people who hung out with Tsuna were not normal, him included.

He was just walking back from Baseball practice when he saw the two of them talking by the door. He said something about Tsuna being the 'Tenth'. Then he remembered. Reborn always used to call her the Tenth whenever he spoke about the Mafia! So they were playing the Mafia game again! That game was always fun.

"Hey, are we playing the Mafia game again? Can I become part of your family?"

That seemed to set off Gokudera, who started yelling at him about 'right hand man' and 'the pride of the family' and a bunch of stuff that he wasn't really listening to."Oh, come on! Don't be such a downer! Let me join!" He started yelling louder, and Tsuna stepped in between them and tried to calm him down, saying stuff about how "I'm not the boss!" and "I don't need a right hand man!"

"You're in the way."

He turned to face Kurowaka Hana and Kyoko. "Good morning, Tsuna-chan, Takeshi-kun!"

"Good morning ladies!"

Hana turned to look at Tsuna. "So... is that your little brother or something?"

The three of them blinked in unison and looked down. There was a cute little... something grabbing onto Tsuna's leg, tears streaming down it's face. It had a head of curly black hair, big, green eyes, and yellowish horns stuck to it's head.

"Lambo?!"

"What is that thing?"

"Aww, it's cute!"

Gokudera turned to stare at him as Tsuna tried to explain to the girls that "He's not my brother, I don't even know why he's here!" She knelt down to try and pry him off of her skin, but he whimpered and gripped onto her tightly.

Suddenly, whispers and murmurs drifted through the halways, and everyonr stepped to the side, revealing an impassive Hibari. Tsuna squeaked. "Kyoya! I'm sorry, I didn't even know he was here! I'll take him home right now!" She turned to run, but she paused at the last minute and scooped up the packed lunches. "Here's your Bento!" She dropped it in his hand and sprinted down the hall, Gokudera running behind her and a cow child gripping her leg.

"Well," Hibari's voice was slow and calm. "Are you all just going to stand there? Get to class."

His eyes glinted. "I'll bite you to death."

Lambo was upset. First, he had gotten lost following the girl that was with Reborn. Then, when he had gotten outside, Reborn came out too to tell the girl to go to class, and he had deflected all of Lambo's attacks!

Then, the silver-haired meanie threw a bunch of bombs at him. Those really hurt! He lied on the ground, twitching and sniffling.

"If you ever need to get out of somewhere fast, or if you are ever too upset to cope with things, use this and it'll take you somewhere else."

He remembered his father saying that a year ago when he had been given the weapon. He hopped up, still wailing at the top of his lungs. He reached into his afro, grabbing a large, purple cylinder, jumping into it and pulling the trigger. The thing went off, leaving behind a cloud of pink smoke, and the last thing he knew was utter darkness and a strange, unfamiliar sensation, like he was falling.

Lambo was in a meeting with Tsuna when it happened. To be honest, he had been expecting it for quite some time. Ever since he turned fifteen, actually. His five year old self was such a crybaby, it was embarrassing to remember.

It was good to see Tsuna so young again. Not like she was old or anything in his time, but she looked so young now, still so small and skinny and cute, like a little baby rabbit, or a lamb.

Of course, Ahodera was there too, but they were together so often, it didn't even really matter.

"Hello there, young Vongola." Okay, it was a bit weird to call her that, but he didn't really want to confuse himself and others by calling her 'Tsuna-nee'. That would cause all kinds of problems, especially with that overprotective, hot tempered sidekick of hers. "It's me, Lambo the crybaby."

They all looked shocked (except for Reborn, the expressionless bastard), and Tsuna said "What? But he just-"

Reborn cut her off. "The ten year bazzoka. It was an invention made by the Bovino family, passed down for many generations." Lambo pitched in. "If shot with it, you trade places with your ten years older self. But only for five minutes."

He turned to Reborn, his head held high, an eye shut in boredom. "So yeah, it's me, Lambo, the one you used to always ignore." He opened the other eye to see his reaction more clearly.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

He felt fury overcome his common sense. "Well, if you're just going to ignore me, I guess I'll just have to show you." He brought up his horns from where they had been hanging on his belt. "You'll see how strong I've gotten." The horns were on his head now, and he could feel the energy building up in him. The sky grew dark, and lightning flashed, thunder sounding in their ears. "Electric Coronatta!" The electricity was now visible, sparking on his skin. He ran forwards head bent, hornsfacing toward Reborn, energy sizzling on the ends.

There was a sudden pain on his head. He stopped. It was a cane. A green cane.

Leon.

How could he have been stopped by a cane? A Leon cane?

Damn, that hurt!

He sprang up, cradling the bloody lump on his head, and ran, off fo the school grounds, up the street, through the city, crying at the top of his lungs. He was ingulfed by pink smoke and suddenly, he was sitting in front of Tsuna again, still crying. She sighed. "How is it that you're always crying when you come back to me, huh?" She gave him a quick little hug and kissed the top of his head. "Now, let's get back to work."

He sighed. Oh well. At least he wasn't being beat up by Reborn.

Gokudera watched the Tenth carefully as she sat down, flinching slightly when she sighed heavily. "Well, that was certainly a busy morning." He sat down across from her, glaring at Yamamoto when he laughed happily. "Who said you can sit with us, Baseball idiot?"

"Come on, we're all friends, right? And plus, the roof is a nice place to eat lunch." He looked up. "The sky really is beautiful today, isn't it?"

The Tenth nodded. "It sure is." She licked her lips. "Now, let's eat!" She ripped open the top of her lunch, and she made a face. "What the fuck?"

Purple. Purple rice, purple meat, purple and green worms wiggling inside of it.

No. No. She couldn't be here. Not now. "This is..."

The door to the roof slammed open. "Hello, Hayato."

His stomach lurched. Her face. Her face. He connected that face with memories of pain and nautiousness. His knees grew weak, and his vision blurred. He clutched his stomach. "Aneki..." He collapsed, his face turning blue.

"Aneki... wait, you're Gokudera-kun's sister?"

He couldn't see what was happening, but she made a sort of affirmative sound. He cracked his eyes open, trying to take in what was going on around him. "Yes. But that's not why I'm here. Reborn!"

He heard a thump and saw his polished shoes hit the ground in front of him. "Bianchi."

Her hands clasped together. "Oh, Reborn! Please come back to Italy with me! You belong in the dangerous and exciting underworld, with me, doing jobs together, just like the good old days!"

He turned his head. "I can't. I have to train the Vongola Decima. You know that, Bianchi."

She nodded. "Yes! My dearest Reborn will never be free until the Decima is dead!"

"Huh?!"

She turned, stopping at the door and facing toward them again. "Oh, what a tragedy! You cannot come back to me until the Tenth is dead!" She closed her eyes wistfully. "I'll wait, Reborn. I'll wait until the Decima has been murde- I mean, until the Decima is dead. Then, I will come back for you, my love!" She turned, walking away and slamming the door behind her.

"Well, that was strange. Hey, Gokudera, you said she was your- Gokudera?"

"Gokudera-kun? Gokudera-kun?!"

And that was the last thing he heard before the world evaporated into blissful nothingness.

And... done! I hoped you enjoyed today's enstallment! R&R, please!