Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

"Are you a demon?" That's not what a person expected to be asked right after they had had a relaxed bath and was still trying to digest the fact that their client might get a bigger threat from their lusty inner than any physical enemies. Sakura hadn't exactly surprised when Reborn announced, after the dramatic introductions, that he would be living under the same proof with Tsuna. She also didn't feel any thing akin to shock when the shinobi had been assigned to sleep in the same room as Tsuna, quite contradicted to both Tsuna and his self-proclaimed right handed man.

Though, if she was honest to herself, Sakura did feel something when that sentence was out of Reborn's mouth. But, frankly, Akira didn't want to admit it and Sakura was too ashamed to even remember what Inner had drawn out inside the pink haired boy's head. It was unsettling and even somewhat scary to think that she, or her mental ego, could produce such terrified, mouth watering sexy, er, sorry, again- terrified, undignified image of Tsuna along with her. But as much as Inner liked it, the scene was shattered by one sentence from Akira, who reminded her that they both, now had a thing between their legs and wouldn't it be lovely if he wore that thong?

"Uwahaha! The demon was too scared to even talk! See how awesome I am, I pin?" Snapping back to the presence and staring down at two kids at her feet, Sakura took in their presence and wondered how uglier a baby could get. Seriously, a corn shaped and a crocodile head?

"Why do you think I'm a demon, cow boy?" Sakura would have gone for the crocodile name but the infant was wearing a cow suit and they would spend the next three years together in this house so what's wrong with wanting to make friends?

"Duh! Your hair is pink! The uncle in the TV said demons have pink hairs!" Sounded liked what an old geezer in Edo era might say. Though, Sakura had doubt that what actually be said was about blond and foreigner.

"Clever, aren't you? I'm not a demon though and I couldn't change the color either. It was something I was born with." Akira smiled. "Do I look like demon, Panda Chan?" This time, the words were directed to the corn-headed girl, who flushed and smiled brightly. Tenten was right. Chinese little girls generally liked being compared with cute animals, and panda was an additional bonus point.

"I think your hair is pretty," The girl said in Chinese, a language Sakura had learned enough from Tenten to understand when one uttered it. The shinobi decided he liked this little girl. As if to emphasize her point, Panda added. "Pink is my favorite color too."

"Thank you. I will take the pretty hair as a compliment." Akira said, patting the girl gently.

"Lambo Sama thinks your mask is cool too! Why are you wearing one, Oni nii san?" As if not wanting to be left out, the short boy tugged on Sakura's leg, asking curiously with his round, big eyes shone brightly. Panda also wore the identical expression, face titled to the side as her little hands occupied Sakura's other leg.

Suppressing the urge to coo because he was a man, Akira crouched down, gathering the two little kids in his arms as he whispered in a serious hushes. "Could you two keep a secret? This is a very big one that might endanger the three of us if any of you ever revealing it to anyone."

"W-what is that? Lambo Sama is an amazing man! He will- will keep his words!" The cow boy laughed in a rather shaky manner, though his little fists clutched the shinobi's shirt even tighter.

"I-pin never goes against her promise. I swear on my pinky's behalf!" Panda said determinedly, rather too mature for her ages but Sakura found it very adorable.

"I suppose I will trust you both. But remember, once you heard it, you shall never be able to utter it to any soul, ok?" The children nodded and Sakura sighed, faking a minute to think before whispering. "I'm a vampire."

"You are lying!"

"I-pin will not take kindly to be fooled!"

"No. I'm a vampire!" Akira hissed, effectively shut the two kids up. "That's why I'm wearing a mask. I won't be able to walk under the sun if I'm not using this mask to hide my skin. I'll die, if I remove it."

"That's just so wickedly cool!" Cow boy exclaimed, now was looking at Akira as if he was a God that just descended upon the ground. "Would I grow up to be a vampire too? If I am one, I will be able to kick that Reborn's butt all the way to the moon!"

"Stop being silly, Lambo Kun. Pretty Hair said he is born with it so you won't be able to become one!" Pretty hair? Akira was relieved that only him and Lambo were the only two in the house that could understand i-pin's Chinese. How gayer could one did when his nick name was pretty hair?

"But will you teach me how to fight? Like an awesome vampire?"

Akira thought, while carrying both of the noisy kids to the rest room that, may be, living in this house wasn't so bad after all. Sakura liked kids, as cliché as it was. They reminded her of something pure and happy, of the past when she only feel joy and blissfully ignorance, of life and hope. Sure, they were cute too but Sakura was content to think that she loved children because of the meaningful symbol they carried.

"Oh, Akira Kun. What kind of food you like for dinner?" Mama, a pretty woman with good natured personality, asked cheerfully from the stove as the trio entered the room.

"Anything will be fine, Auntie." Akira replied politely, as he sat down on the couch beside Tsuna, who was reading a comic book. His client looked astonished to find both Lambo and I-pin fighting for the shinobi's attention. It was actually rare for these two to attach themselves to someone whom they just met. Usually, the kids would take a while to be familiar to the stranger but his cousin must be a special case because only when Mama promised them a dish of pancake did they leave Akira's side to bath.

"You seem to have natural talent with children." Tsuna commented, wanting to form some friendship with his roommate.

"Nothing special. You have a nice family."

"I bet you won't say it after a while living here." The brunette grimaced.

"I dare not." Akira smiled, "Especially after meeting Gokudera San."

Tsuna blushed, though he didn't know why. There was just something undeniable charming in his cousin's smile, even though he had half of his face hid. "He's a good person, rough but well intentional."

"I know many people liked him. Though, I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not." Sakura was reminded strongly of Kiba and a little bit of Naruto. If she could handle them, both physically and mentally, Gokudera might not be a challenge to her. She remarked, remembering hundred of times she had to apologize because of their derange antics, whenever she had the misfortunate to teamed up in a mission with either of them. She sighed. "Must be hard for you all these times, Tsuna san."

The brunette smiled shyly. "It's the first time anyone saying that to me… Thanks."

"You're welcome." Akira couldn't help but smile back. "I think it's a fact so it's normal no one voiced it out loud."

"Um, you sound like you have experiences." Tsuna commented good- natured.

"Plenty." Akira played with the ring on his left hand middle finger. "Bad and Good. Though, I suppose those times help you grow. Life would be pale without them. Anyway, don't talk like I'm the only one with weirdoes as friends here. How do you meet Gokudera San?"

Tsuna grimaced. "He challenges me to a duel."

"Let me guess. Then, you beat him to a bloody pup and took him under your unbelievable huge wings?"

The brunette smiled softly at such a joke. "No, but I kinda save him."

"From his own dynamics?"

"…Is it that predictable?"

"The fool names Gokudera is." Both laughed. "He seems to be really into you. Are you sure there is no local club devoting to Tenth Sama?"

Tsuna blushed, stammering. "O-of course not! I'm worthless! You shouldn't expect too much from me! I mean I'm always called Dame- Tsuna and it's suited me, you know? Before, I'm always bullied, must be my face or something, and without Reborn, I couldn't even hold a decent conversation with Kyoko Chan! And-"

Akira frowned, but deciding to change the topic. The guy didn't seem to have a slightest idea just how well skilled of a fighter he was. He needed some serious confident boost later or earlier. "Hold on a sec. Who's Kyoko Chan?"

Tsuna's blush was now rivaling a tomato. "A classmate."

"And your bird?"

"No!" Tsuna cried, and to Akira's amusement, even his ears were blazing. "I mean, I wish… But that's another matter."

"Aw, my cousin is a boy with normal hormones, after all!" Akira laughed. "You know what? I could even help you plunder her booty! My seduction skill is not bad compared to those around my ages!"

"What is 'plunder her boot- never mind, I don't think I need to know it." Tsuna's suffering face was totally funny. "By the way, thanks for the offer but I will humbly decline right now. I have had enough match-makers in my life already."

"You poor soul, is it Reborn?" Akira was anything but pity. It's too hilarious!

"Who else but that evil sadist?" Tsuna looked positively a mixture of bitterness and self- pity.

Things were going too well, Akira thought. He got along with his client, or at least he thought so. He made it into good graces of those in the house, even the woman who have a strange fetish for infant named Bianchi (though her cooking was another matter) and he's even found himself enjoying the times they spent together eating dinner at the table that evening (again, minus the 'desert' of that crazed woman!). But nothing good ever lasted long, Sakura had learned to expect it and true to her prediction, things went pretty downhill after the dinner.

"Tsuna nii! Mama! I'm home!" Akira glanced from his spot, which was the sink, to the door, where stood a boy around twelve, with blond haired and bright eyes, embracing his charge in a bear hug. "I miss you so much!"

"Fuuta Kun! You're back!" Tsuna cried, returned the affectionate action before the rest of the household joined the club. Akira, who was being an outsider, only watched from side-lined, trying to match the boy's face with information he had gathered from his research. Fuuta? Aside from his age and nationality, Sakura couldn't gather anything else from him, much liked the rest of his client's friends and companions.

"Eh? Who is that, Mama?" The ten years old asked, eying the pink haired boy with interest. How could he not, when everything surrounded the guy screaming of attention? Especially that mask.

"Oh, it's Tsu-kun's cousin, Akira kun." The woman smiled, gestured between the pair, who were both regarded each other neutrally. "And Akira Kun, meet my other son, Fuuta Kun. Ah, the pan cake! I need to watch the stove! You kids get to know each others, yeah?"

After Nana, Bianchi, along with the noisy kids, had retreated to the kitchen, leaving the trio, plus Reborn by the side, alone, the shinobi decided to make the first move. "A pleasure to meet you." The shinobi said politely, even went as far as extended his hand for shaking. Another member to make good impression on. Fuuta didn't hesitate and immediately grabbed the taller's hand. However, something unexpected happened and Akira wished he had kept his arm to himself instead.

As soon as the skin contacted, Fuuta gasped, clutched his hand back, as if he had touched blazing fire and before any one could understand why, the boy had blurted, ogling Akira as if he was a rare alien. "What the heck are you?"

A joke? "Last time I checked, my status is human." Though at this, the shinobi would ahave sent a playful wink toward Lambo and I-pin if they were here.

"A-are you sure?" There was just something in the younger boy's eyes that forced the shinobi to stay alert. What did Fuuta mean? Could he possibly know the shinobi's secret? Liked, in his/her real gender? The younger, still staring at the pink head, said carefully, almost warily as he inched back. "This is crazy. I-I couldn't rank you. In fact, your name is not even in my book and the only conclusion is that you are non-human or," At this, those orbs narrowed, clashing hard against the steely jade eyes. "may be you aren't even from this world."

"I think you have lost your marble."

Fuuta snapped. "I do not! See this book?" The little boy pulled out a huge book that was nearly half his size, from his pocket. Akira would be impressed if he was not too nervous. "My name is 'Ranking Fuuta', which you should have heard if you are from Italy. Just by touching people, I could rank them in every area! I don't want to boast but many paid insane amount of money for me to rank them!"

"And your point?"

"That you are un- trustworthy and should not be here." Fuuta said matter- of- fact.

"What give you the right to judge someone?"

The younger boy said with an air of superior. "My book."

"Then there must be something wrong with your ability to use your book."

"You are the wrong one here!" Fuuta tugged on Tsuna's sleeve. "Nii Chan! You gotta listen to me this time! He's really, really, really suspicious! Don't let him live here!"

This was not amusing anymore. Frankly, Akira found it irritating. "Oi, I got my ID and Reborn here as proof of my identity, brat! Stop being a wuss!"

"I'm not!" Fuuta argued. "How can you not be a freak with such repulsive hair and that ugly tatoo? Have you ever heard of common senses?"

The youngest boy didn't mean it to be cruel, as much as he was furious now. However, Tsuna realized when he noticed his cousin tensed up with both his fists gripped to two tight balls, that Fuuta had made a mistake (big or small he was not sure). He didn't know about Akira's past but one could see that his little adopted brother had stepped on a forbidden territory by the look of blank rage in the pink haired boy's posture. But before the brunette could cut in, Akira had hissed, with such venom that Fuuta unconsciously took a step back to hide himself behind a stunned Tsuna. " You'd better remember this well, brat. Roll your tongue seven times before you speak or it will be me who fucking kick your head off your neck, ok?"

All those years later, Fuuta still shuddered over the memories of the first day he met the Vongola guardian of the Moon. Though the man didn't move a muscle, the sheer resentment in the air coupled with those hardening, narrowed orbs were enough to suffocate him. It was not a good memory that Fuuta wished to remember but now and then, the boy still wondered if Akira would have attacked, even killed him if Tsuna and Reborn wasn't there. The fact that he saw his bloody death when staring to those reflected jade eyes was scary enough.

"Akira." The warning in Reborn's tone was serious and Akira shot the infant a dirty glare before storming off, not noticing that Nana was calling him back for cake and that the infant had this very disturbing smirk.

That next day, on the news, Naminori citizens were puzzled, having absolutely no idea why their beautiful forest had lost nearly half of its trees.

A/N: This is the crappiest chapter I've ever written. I promise the next one will be a lot better. The votes I have gathered.

Tsuna 12

Hibari 8

Harem 8

Mukuro 5

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Dino 4

Gokudera 2

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Thank you for anyone who had and will review. Your words are my inspiration and they kinda speed things up. I was a bit disappointed that not many reviewed when Sakura, finally, got to meet the Vongola. Though, my goal was reached (57) so it's ok, I suppose. Now, the next level I hope to get was 70 reviews before I update the next chapter, when Yamamoto will get to meet Sakura briefly. Anyway, thanks for reading and see you in the next chapter.