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Tsuna had been practically starving himself for the past few days, which was why, when he woke up at ten thirty in the morning—missing breakfast, unfortunately— he did not have the energy to be terrified of Bester's presence on his bed.

It felt quite good, actually—Bester was comfortable to sleep on; the liger was appropriately warm and comforting, so Tsuna didn't mind. Bester was still sleeping, and Tsuna would have copied the beast's action if it weren't for the faint creaking sound of somebody stepping into his room. Eyes flying open, his hand swiftly reached into his pocket, fishing out two pills and his gloves, breath held. Bester twitched, one eye sliding open, otherwise still. Silence, save for the constant creaks.

And then somebody screamed, and Tsuna sat up straight, slipping his gloves over his hands, nearly swallowing the pills when Bester leaped out of the bed and pounced on the intruder.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GO—! Get him off me! HOLY SHI—!"

Tsuna hurriedly got rid of the gloves, "Bester! Leave him!"

Bester ignored him, growling insidiously, and the unlucky intruder under him whimpered pathetically. Panicking, Tsuna shot out off the bed, darting towards Bester immediately.

"IT'S LOOKING AT ME! IT'S—SHIT, LOOK AT HIS TEETH!"

"Bester!" Tsuna tried again, unsure about touching the feline (stupid, since he was sleeping with it), "It's alright! Leave him, that's Alessandro—I know him!"

Bester growled, inching his face towards Alessandro belligerently.

"HOLY EVERYTHING UNBEASTLY! NOOO—WHAT IS IT DOI—STAY AWAY, STAY AWAY!"

Tsuna thought of calling Xanxus but struck off the idea almost immediately—either Xanxus would be too lazy to get up and help him (of all godforsaken people) or would happily behead Tsuna for showing his face so early in the morning. The latter seemed more likely, and Tsuna wasn't fond of being beheaded. He had had enough experience of people trying to do that to him, and had never found any of them particularly enjoyable.

In a moment of recalling what Natsu enjoyed, Tsuna ran his hands over Bester's fur, pressing at two spots below the liger's ear. Bester paused, stiffening, and Tsuna panicked, regretting his actions immediately. His only comfort was that if Bester turned his attention towards him, he might leave Alessandro alone. Assuming Bester didn't kill the Italian first.

But then Bester purred, eyes drooping.

Blinking, encouraged, Tsuna applied pressure on the spots again, and Bester mewled appreciatively. Like a controlled doll, he shifted closer to Tsuna and rubbed his head against Tsuna's abdomen. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the adorable display of affection, he glanced at the pale Italian questioningly, mouthing:

'What are you doing here?'

Alessandro had been staring at him with bafflement or awe, even Alessandro wasn't sure, though he had a feeling that it was a mixture of both, with sprinkles of the emotion 'fear of Sawada Tsunayoshi' added to it because, definitely, taming a Beast of Hell wasn't a very human thing to do. And his Boss wanted him to kill this kid. This kid, specifically.

"I, um, somebody called Resu asked me to send you break— shit, tell it to stop looking at me like that!"

"Bester!" Tsuna reprimanded like one would reprimand a five year old caught stuffing chocolate in his mouth, "Stop it!"

Bester whimpered, gazing at Tsuna, ears drooped, thoroughly chastised. Alessandro couldn't help but gape at the duo when, pitying the liger, the Decimo patted his head again, smiling. Bester looked as if Tsuna had offered him the whole goddamn world, and Alessandro had to wonder what the 'world' was in the beast's dictionary. The Decimo looked at him.

"You were saying?"

Alessandro dropped his voice to a low whisper, shrinking back; anything to look as less intimidating as possible. It worked—Bester's gaze on him wasn't as scorching as it had been previously.

"Resu-san asked me to bring you your breakfast."

Tsuna blinked, "He did? Woah, that's the kindest thing he has ever done for me."

Alessandro was about to correct him and say that Resu was a 'she' rather than a 'he', but Tsuna interrupted.

"Thank you. Where's it, then?"

Alessandro paused. Looked at his hands. Then at the floor, where the food looked pathetic enough to pass of as something inedible.

"Eh…"

Tsuna sighed in resignation, Bester growled, and Alessandro ran out of the room, screaming.

"Squalo-san? Is that what I think it is?"

Squalo looked back at the giant squid he and Alo—who had done it to impress Tsuna, Squalo had concluded with distaste—had captured.

"YEAH. A GIANT SQUID. PROBLEM?"

"Uh, no, not really."

"Woah, Squalo, that's amazing!" Yamamoto exclaimed.

Tsuna glanced at him. Of course it was amazing. Because, really, what was not amazing about a giant squid who was half the size of the entire ship, and was waving its arms about like a lunatic, nearly murdering Tsuna and his classmates in the process?

Nothing, apparently.

Squalo casually walked up to the squid's head and stabbed it repeatedly. The squid thwarted about pathetically, blue blood spurting everywhere, while Tsuna watched with thin veiled horror. His Guardians were the only ones to look unperturbed, which was more than a bit disturbing.

Tsuna felt like throwing up. Some people were throwing up and that was oddly comforting.

Squalo grabbed the now-dead-but-still-bleeding animal by a tentacle, dragging it towards what Tsuna supposed was the kitchen.

"WELL, CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY. WE WILL BE HAVING SQUID TONIGHT!"

And then he went on his merry way.

Yamamoto laughed.

Tsuna skipped dinner.

Tsuna woke up with Bester on his bed the next day. And the next. And the next. And then Alo came in the mix, and Tsuna wasn't sure what to feel about that.

"Okay, Natsu, I am sorry."

"Rawr."

"Natsu."

"Raawrr."

"I'm sorry that I have not been talking to you for so long, but Bester—"

"RAWR!"

"I can't just leave him!"

"Rawr. Rawr."

"But—"

"Raaaawwrrr."

"It's not my fault that Alo comes too—"

"Raaaaaawwwwwrrrrr!"

"I know, I know, but won't that be mean—"

"Raawrrrrr!"

"You can't make me choose between you and them—!"

"Rawrrrrr."

"Okay, fine, I'll try."

Lions, Tsuna thought despondently, are very territorial.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO NOW?!"

"What—I didn't even do any—" Tsuna shrieked, dodging a burst of Wrath Flames.

"BESTER!" Xanxus growled, "HE'S BEEN FUCKING DEPPRESSED, AND IT'S PISSING ME OFF!"

"But I didn't do anything!"

"DON'T YOU DARE LIE, TRASH!"

Xanxus' kick to his stomach was harsh, and the injury from the previous day was doing little to help. He had almost forgotten about that, actually. He made a mental note to tell Chrome to stop the illusion on him—it would not do well for her if she used too much of Mist Flames and accidentally got rid of her illusionary organs. Tsuna parried a kick with his hand, wincing when the sore region felt as if it would crack into two.

"HE'S BEEN LIKE THAT SINCE YESTERDAY, AFTER HE CAME BACK FROM MEETING YOU!"

"Um, I might've told him that we can't meet anymore."

Xanxus paused. Looked at him.

"Un-fucking-believable. Are you telling me that he is depressed because you told him that you can't meet him anymore, trash?"

"Um… yes…?"

Xanxus breathed in, eyebrow twitching violently. Not a good sign. At all.

"Okay…" he said, looking ready to castrate Tsuna, "you're meeting him. Making up. Now."

"But—"

"I don't care what you fucking say. Bester's been lamenting and that's creepy as fuck." Xanxus admitting that he found something creepy was, like, woah, but Tsuna stopped himself from mentioning that. Xanxus repeated, "You are meeting him."

"But, Natsu—"

"Now!"

Tsuna had no choice.

He also had to make up with Alo, rekindle his friendship with the fish and all that, when Squalo came barging into his room, threatening to stab the living daylights out of him if he did nothing to stop Alo from becoming a depressed maniac. Tsuna recalled the squid, remembered the blue blood oozing out, followed by the pathetic writhing, and made up his mind in an instant.

The sea was calm.

And there was a gangster in his room.

Right.

The gangster had golden hair, was wearing sunglasses inside, had a scarf wrapped around his neck,and was smiling at him cordially. Tsuna fidgeted on his bed, staring at him, unable to comprehend the next course of action. He had been resting comfortably because consuming food was still not an option (Xanxus had tried to blow his head off the moment he had stepped into the dining hall), when the golden haired man had pretty much waltzed into his room, offering a stunned Tsuna a cheerful hug.

"Hi."

"Hey!" the gangster greeted, grinning, "how's it going?"

"Um, everything's fine, thank you." The gangster's voice was familiar, but Tsuna couldn't put a ring to it. "What about you?"

"Everything's good for me too!" he replied cheerfully.

"Right."

Right.

"Um… who—"

A sudden blur, and then the gangster was practically tossed onto the other's side of the room. Gangster's back met the wall near the window, and he wheezed, something green and yellow flipping out of his tweed jacket and getting flung out of the window. Getting down from the bed, horrified, Tsuna, still horrified, gave a terrified glance at Hibari and then the gangster.

"Hibari-san! What are you—"

Hibari glared at him, and Tsuna gulped, turning his attention towards the stranger. Gangster he may be, compared to Hibari he was hardly terrifying, what with how he had just tripped over his own feet and split his lips while trying to get up. Tsuna realized how much of a hypocrite he was.

"Herbivore," Hibari hissed, "what are you doing here?"

Tsuna would have pointed out that he was in his own room, so, yeah, he was bound to be here and not downstairs, eating, because people loved killing him a bit too much, but then realized that Hibari wasn't talking to him at all. The prefect's eyes were fixed on the stranger who, rubbing his bleeding lips with the back of his sleeves, gave an impish grin that had Hibari snarling in a disturbing, I-want-to-kill-you-go-fucking-die manner. Tsuna averted his eyes. That was frightening.

"Kyoya!" the gangster greeted cheerfully, unperturbed, as if this was a daily occurrence, "long time no see!"

Hibari's reply was stalking up to Gangster and kicking him on his stomach. Gangster laughed. Tsuna figured he was crazy.

"Yeah, I missed you too!"

Hibari's tonfa met the man's jaw next. Gangster was still laughing.

Something is seriously wrong with the people I meet.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" Each word was succeeded by three, quick, hits.

"Hey, can't I come to see my younger brother once in a while?"

The stranger's identity clicked into place.

"Dino-san!" Tsuna greeted, rushing up to the man, and somehow wrestling him away from Hibari's grasp, "Are you alright?"

Dino grinned again, worrying Tsuna about the state of his brain.

"I'm fine! Never better!"

"See, herbivore? He's fine. Let me bite him to death."

"What-? No, Hibari-san—"

"Don't think you can order me around, herbivore. I'll bite you to death."

Tsuna did not miss the sudden, frankly expected, turn this conversation had taken. Hibari was doing that on purpose, Tsuna knew, just to squeeze out a fight from him, something he would never consider acquiescing to. Before Hibari could continue with his task of biting Tsuna to death, the ship lurched forward. Grabbing onto the side of his bed, Tsuna glanced around in worry when the ship rocked again. Tsuna yelped when the ship moved up, into the freaking air, before falling down again, splashing on the sea water below.

Tsuna looked at Dino, who had extracted himself from Tsuna and was busy looking outside the ship from the window.

If Tsuna hadn't been under Reborn's tutelage, he would have missed Dino's soft curse:

"Oh shit."

The ship moved again, and something growled. It was a familiar growl.

Tsuna recalled the yellow-green thing which had exited through the window. He glanced at Dino's pale face and wanted to cry.

The perpetrator of the growl had been responsible for his near-death multiple times, after all.

"Dino-san," Tsuna called out wearily, "where is Romario-san?"

The blonde looked over at him, his face pale, "Um, he's not with me. He'll be coming in the evening to pick me up. Why?"

Tsuna sighed, tired of how the odds were, again, against him. He had been sighing a lot nowadays, he thought morosely, noticing the way Hibari was looking at him. Obviously the prefect knew what he was thinking.

"Dino-san," he said carefully, "I need you to stay here while I take care of Enzio."

"What—? Tsuna—"

"Please. Reborn obviously knows of this—you know how he is— and he'll kill me if he gets to know that you helped me in rescuing every unfortunate soul in this ship."

That wasn't the entire reason, obviously, but Dino did not need to know that. Dino without Romario or his Famiglia was a tragedy waiting to happen. Besides, Tsuna loved Dino like a brother and he did not want to see him dead. Reborn would kill him if that were to happen, not before somehow summoning Dino's soul and strangling the Italian to ghost-death. Like mentioned, Tsuna loved Dino, and he'd rather spare the Italian of the torture.

Dino, convinced by the explanation, nodded, though he hardly looked pleased.

He glanced at Hibari, who had this little maniacal gleam in his eyes—the sort of gleam he got whenever a fight was about to take place. Tsuna considered telling Hibari to stay back, too, but since he did not want a tonfa being whammed into his face, he held back the urge. Besides, Hibari wouldn't listen to him anyway, so what was the point?

"I need your sunglasses and your scarf, Dino-san. And hair gel. Lots and lots of it."

Once he had disguised himself, he left his room dejectedly.

I am going to be killed, aren't I? By a giant turtle. A goddamn giant turtle.

Alessandro saw the giant turtle.

Oh my god, that's a giant turtle.

And fainted.

Arashi had been sitting on one of the deck chairs when he saw the giant-turtle-monster-thing emerging insidiously from the murky waters below. He paused, wide-eyed, and screamed. Narrowly missing a large turtle-mouth from ripping his head off his shoulders, still screaming, he noticed how his classmates, previously enjoying the light sun, had scattered about, shrieking at the top of their voices. Crunching noises were heard, but Arashi did not bother turning around to see why.

"OH MY GOD—! WHAT IS THAT?!"

"WE'RE GOING TO DIE!"

"SHIT—WHY IS IT COMING TOWARDS US?!"

"IT'S EATING THE SHIP! THE SHIP!"

That probably explained the crunching noise, Arashi thought, blood running cold, I'm going to die Titanic style. WHY?!

Arashi had been searching for a way to get into the ship, but then something whizzed past him. The speed was inhuman, and Arashi had a feeling that if whatever the fast thing was, had, by mistake, brushed past his arm, it would have taken his arm with it. Arashi turned around, eyes widening.

There was a human. A boy, about his age, short, but, what the hell, he was flying.

And his forehead is on fire. How the hell is that possible?

The flying male was interesting enough to stop everybody from screaming for their bloody lives. They stood, gaping. The boy was hovering over the giant turtle, seemingly talking to it (seriously, who did that?), trying to coax it away.

Coax it away. Nobody could coax things away. That was called being politely rude. It needed skills. And sarcasm.

More importantly, he doubted the boy could speak turtle.

Looking at him dazedly, Arashi squinted, trying to get a better view. The boy was, as mentioned earlier, clearly flying, brown hair styled back. Sunglasses perched on his nose, a scarf covering his mouth, if the boy was trying to be unobtrusive, he was clearly failing miserably because he was fucking flying (yes, his brain was still very adamantly fixed on that). The giant turtle swept an arm at the flying human, something which said flying human dodged with ease. The arm would have landed on the ship and split it into two, but then Hibari—fucking—Kyoya came out of nowhere, and jumped, like, twenty feet into the air, a tonfa parrying the blow, which was completely normal, definitely.

The turtle's arm flew back, and Hibari landed back onto the deck. He looked ready to go at it again, but then looked up, frowning.

"Che, the omnivore. Taking away my prey again."

Flying Human tackled the monstrosity back into the sea. The turtle groaned pitifully, but Flying Human wasn't done yet, apparently, because, showing strength which couldn't possibly belong to a human, he carried the creature up, into the sky.

Cameras were clicked with great gusto and phones were taken out hastily.

Flying Human flew up, and continued doing so till he disappeared into the clouds.

"Oh my God," Arashi breathed, stunned, "I think I saw an alien."

The alien in question was busy cradling a shrunken Enzio in his palms, making unexpected cooing sounds when it snapped, tilted its head to its left and decided that it quite liked Tsuna. Shifting closer to the brunette, Enzio rubbed its head against his cheek affectionately.

"Aw, will you look at that!" Dinzo exclaimed, grinning, "Enzio likes you!"

Tsuna looked at Dino, recalled Bester and Alo, and then burst out laughing.

Dino left via a helicopter sometime in the evening, after having taken back the sun glasses and the scarf from Tsuna.

"It's my disguise," Dino had explained, "since I am still teaching in Namimori Middle, it wouldn't be good if the children find out who I am."

And then:

"And your fight was awesome, Tsuna! You are meant to be a boss!"

The above may have been spoken in Italian, but it still was the most horrifying thing Tsuna had ever heard, so he burst out crying.

The last two days, until they finally reached Italy, had been comparatively subdued. Giant turtles and the ship mystically repairing itself overnight still had most of the unfortunate souls (except for a few, which did not involve Tsuna) bewildered and mildly traumatized, but that was hardly of importance.

Everybody was sea sick, even Squalo, which was a big surprise, all things considered. Unfortunately, being sea sick, Tsuna, deciding to take up to being an anorexic, temporarily, refused to eat, lest he threw up and feel even more like shit. Best decision he had ever made.

Reborn was not sea sick because Reborn was Reborn, and Tsuna was pretty sure that he was an alien.

They'll be finally moving towards the mansion!

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