Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira, I do not profit from this in anyway.

Tsuna fiddled with the two wheeled skates in his hands. They were light, sure. They were tempting, sure. But what are his chances of surviving them? Not a lot, especially not on this hill he passed by every morning.

"Put them on," Reborn ordered, standing next to Tsuna, arms crossed.

Tsuna looked up at Reborn exasperatedly.

"I don't know how."

The man dug into his back pocket, bringing out a small booklet. He threw it at Tsuna, which Tsuna caught clumsily.

Air Treks: Manual

It couldn't be that hard just putting it on right?

Tsuna glanced at Reborn's air treks, black with yellow and orange designs. It was intricately held together by a ridiculous amount of strings, straps and buckles.

Maybe it will be that hard.

Tsuna placed his left air trek on first, all the while glancing at the manual as to how to secure it on his foot.

"Tie these together… buckles this here… That strap goes there…" he muttered under his breath.

And viola! He was done with one, on to the next air trek.

A few minutes of struggling later, he finally managed to tie both his air treks separately and perfectly.

Convinced they would not fall off in the middle of his training, he stood up shakily.

"Finally," Reborn muttered, impatient from all the waiting.

"Take one step," Reborn commanded.

Tsuna took one step, one shaky step. And whoosh! He was flying of the edge - literally. The wind rushed against his face, messing up his hair. His arms flailed wildly as he tried to regain his balance, hands accidentally letting go on the manual.

"HHHIIIEEEEEE," Tsuna shrieked, fairly certain this was going to be the death of him.

Still in the air, Tsuna made a very grave mistake- looking down.

Tsuna could feel something bubbling in his mouth – froth probably. His vision swirled, mind going blank. He was losing consciousness, but not fast. It was slow, and downright agonising.

"Dame-Tsuna."

A voice beside him brought Tsuna back from his panic attack.

His eyes, still blurry focused on the man flying beside him.

"R-reborn?" he stuttered.

"Bends your knees like when you are going to do a standing broad jump." Reborn said over the wind, "Don't flail your arms so much; keep them at your side. Feet together, eyes ahead."

Tsuna followed his orders, albeit with much difficulty.

Once he had found a comfortable position however, the view was amazing.

He could see all of Namimori, from roof top to roof top. The sky seemed endless beyond and above him, the wind bringing him higher and higher.

He could see his school and the shopping district where he was bullied more than just a few times before.

All in all, it was a view he never thought he could ever see outside of an airplane or a helicopter. Colours blended together, the sky scattered with a few clouds.

"Wow…" Tsuna breathed out, eyes frozen upon the view laid out before him.

His previously forgotten panic attack came back right that moment, when he saw the roofs getting closer… and closer… and closer.

"HOW DO I LAND?" he screeched out, realising that he could only stay in the air for so long.

Reborn, still flying above him, chuckled evilly as he told Tsuna, "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

…

Tsuna's legs were sore. More than just sore, they hurt. Being pushed off a cliff fifty times and being told to 'run' around the whole of Namimori in under 20 minutes was not exactly what Tsuna would call training. It was more like torture from hell. Or punishment from heaven. Whichever that was worse.

He stepped into his room, one hand using a towel to dry his wet hair.

His eyes rested upon a shiny object on his desk – the emblem of the midnight bandits.

Walking over to the emblem, he held it up in the light, looking at it more carefully.

It was shiny of course, having been made from silver. The designs were intricate, each star on the bandana of the skull made carefully.

Tsuna's mind wandered to Kyoko's warning of not mentioning to any others the existence of Midnight bandits. Why not? Tsuna pondered over it a while, only to come to the conclusion that the school would probably not like having one of their model students in a 'gang' of some sorts.

He glanced at the emblem in his hand again, mumbling under his breath, "I wonder what this is for…"

Cue Reborn-sensei!

"It's a storm riders' symbol."

"Oh…"

Tsuna digested the new information.

And then his brain picked up on something else.

"How did you get into my room?" He screamed at Reborn, who was sitting peacefully at his desk, sipping a cup of tea.

Reborn looked up at Tsuna from below his fedora, his beady black eyes going 'duh'.

"My room's next to yours."

"You're living in my house?" Tsuna asked incredulously.

"Look out your window."

And Tsuna did.

What was once a view of the street was now covered by another building.

A house, with a room directly beside Tsuna's had a balcony… leading to Tsuna's window.

Tsuna's eyes bulged.

Reborn, he knew, was ridiculous.

Reborn, he knew, was evil.

Reborn, he knew, was not human.

But this… When did he manage to get this done?

This was going too far!

Tsuna turned around with an attempt to glare at Reborn, only to be giving him a totally innocent look when Reborn's cold emotionless eyes peered out from the shadow of his fedora.

"Back to the emblem, it is the pride of a team. It pretty much is the team. When you bet on your emblem, you bet on your team. Which means if you lose this fight with the air kendoka… The midnight bandits will disband and it will be all. Your. Fault."

Tsuna paled.

"What did I get myself into?"

…

Something was tickling his ear. It moved down slowly to his nose, before disappearing completely.

Then it happened.

The tickling sensation appeared again, this time… at his most ticklish part of his body.

His foot.

"HIIEE?"

Tsuna woke up with a scream, fits of laughter threatening to erupt from within him.

His scream was muffled by a pillow to his face as the tickling sensation continued.

Tsuna lashed out a kick on instinct, only for his foot to be caught by a hand.

"The future leader of the greatest air trek team alive should be aware at all times for any kind of assaults anywhere."

Reborn. Again.

"He's bent on making my once peaceful life hell isn't he?"

"I'm not."

"And you've just read my mind again."

"Did not."

Tsuna peeked out from beneath the pillow, meeting Reborn's increasingly darkening glare.

"Get up," he ordered.

Tsuna got up.

"Get dressed for school."

Tsuna got dressed for school.

"Eat breakfast."

Tsuna ate breakfast.

"You're being awfully obedient today."

"Thank yo- Wait, what?"

Reborn shook his head, smirk on his lips.

Tsuna shrugged and continued nibbling on his toast, mind still jumbled up from yesterday's events.

Reborn sat on the other end of the table, one leg resting on the other. His eyes were still covered by his fedora; arms were crossed in front of him.

"Tsuna, you're going to be late again," Nana scolded, frying pan on one hand.

Tsuna mumbled incoherently into his toast before gulping it down and sighing as he picked up his bag.

"I'm going," he groaned out.

Reborn stood up and followed suit, shadowing Tsuna the whole while.

"How does this whole battle thing go?" Tsuna asked.

Reborn stayed silent for a while, wondering how to break it to him that he may die since… well, let's just say police are not really enthusiastic about these air trek teams because of the injuries and deaths.

In fact, there's a whole police unit dedicated to hunting them down so as to prevent innocent civilians from hurt.

"He doesn't have to know about the illegal side… yet."

"The challenger gets to pick out a spot. The challenged gets to pick out the type of battle."

Tsuna glanced back when Reborn spoke up.

Reborn held his gaze for a moment before continuing, "There are six types of battles, ranging from A to F. For now you probably only have to know F-Class, which is pretty much just a race around the track with the emblem as the goal. From what I've seen of the Air Kendoka's territories, it will probably just be a run around where we've been yesterday."

Tsuna nodded slowly before hesitantly asking, "It is… safe right?"

"Dame-Tsuna, nothing in a storm rider's world is safe."

But Tsuna had no answer for Reborn, for he was gazing out over the cliff he had been at yesterday, the cliff he watched every day.

Reborn paused behind Tsuna still, waiting for what he knew was to come.

The girls once again flew over head routinely; this time however, they turned around and with a smile, waved towards Tsuna and Reborn.

Reborn's emotionless mask stayed in place, whereas Tsuna's face had a grin of his own. He raised one hand and waved vigorously back at the girls, thinking air trek may not be all that bad.

"Good Luck for later!" Kyoko and Haru called out from the skies before disappearing within the town again.

Tsuna's grin grew even more as he dashed off towards school, for the first time excited to actually step into Namimori middle school.

Reborn on the other hand, merely smirked as he continued walking at a leisurely pace, not at all worried, with only one dark sentence lingering in his mind.

"Still… Be careful dame-Tsuna. I'm not sure if you're ready for the air trek world just yet."

...

"It's not him who should be ready. It's the world that has to be ready."

…

The night breeze blew gently, tugging lightly at Tsuna's brown locks.

His hands were shoved in his pocket, hood brought up.

It was cold, it was dark, it was night and he definitely did not want to be here.

His hand fingered the cold metal emblem in his hand, Reborn's words from the previous night still in his mind.

It was no wonder Kyoko was protesting when Haru said to lend him heir team emblem.

Now that he thought of it… since when were Haru and Kyoko in a storm rider team?

"That's not the time to think of it Dame-Tsuna," Spoke Reborn.

Tsuna looked up at his home tutor.

Reborn was still wearing that suit of his.

Nevertheless, Tsuna nodded as he focused on Mochida, standing at the roof of the abandoned warehouse in the distance.

Mochida smirked as he jumped down, landing neatly in front on Tsuna, shinai* in hand.

"Let's get started."

…

*Shinai = A weapon used for practice and competition in kendo representing a Japanese sword, usually made out of bamboo.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! This was more of a filler chapter just to inform you all more of the air gear universe.

By the way, if after this you are interested in reading Air Gear, I will warn you first... Air Gear has a lot of fan service. For boys. Which means ecchi. So if you're not a fan of ecchi, don't read it and don't blame me for not warning you.

-ZiaLiaLis out!

P.S This will probably be my last update of any sort for the rest of the year. I'm going to Hong Kong and China until the 30th. You can probably still contact me and I might be able to review but no updating, sorry.