Hello everyone. Before we get into the chapter I wanted to tell y'all I've decided to hold a little contest of sorts. The details of which can be found in the author's note at the end of the chapter. Without further ado, enjoy this chapter.

Reborn sighed as he wrote his monthly report to Vongola. Everything was going according to plan, including the acquisition of Tsuna's storm guardian Gokudera Hayato; so why did the hitman feel as though he was no longer in control of the situation? Was it because of the outdated and plainly false information he had started off with? Or was it the fact that Tsuna and his blue haired best friend were clearly hiding something? Who was Shiota Nagisa anyway? Even for Reborn, finding information on the boy was nearly impossible. He briefly wished he was still in touch with Viper. They charged out the nose for it, but they had access to information networks Reborn could only dream of. The people he was currently dealing with were clearly incompetent.

Oh well, the tiny hitman could only sent the Nono the information he currently had. And send Iemitsu a scathing letter about keeping a better eye on his son. Even as he sent the missives off Reborn heard the sounds of the Sawada household coming to life. He felt a hint of disappointment; he wouldn't be able to try some crazy new method to wake Tsuna this morning. The boy's reaction to the attempted electrocution had been very intriguing. He hadn't thought Tsuna's intuition would be that high.

Nana was the first to appear. After giving Reborn a warm greeting she quickly set to work on breakfast. The next to appear was Nagisa, who set out to help the woman with her cooking, only giving a small greeting as he passed. Nana gave the boy a fond smile, and an affectionate hip-bump. The bluenet gave a small smile in return as Tsuna entered the room.

"Good morning." The brunet greeted, still drowsy. He went about setting the table for breakfast.

"Good morning Tsu-kun How was your sleep?"

"It was alright. And yours?" He directed the questioned back at them. The two in the kitchen gave an affirmative.

"And Reborn-kun?" Nana asked, her full attention directed at the infant hitman.

"I slept fine, thank you Mamma." He answered. It was completely beyond Reborn as to how Iemitsu managed to keep such a wonderful woman as his wife. He was such a flighty character, not to mention, barely there for the woman and their son. Perhaps not being around was the reason?

The small family settled down for breakfast, Tsuna choosing to sit as far away from Reborn as possible. The baby smirked; like that would stop him. Breakfast was a quiet affair despite the food stealing, so soon they were off on their way to school. This too passed quietly, aside from the strange brunet girl's reappearance. This time she accused the two assassins of corrupting the infant hitman. The two looked to each other for assistance.

"Um... Miura-san was it? Are you sure you should be tossing around such accusations?" Nagisa asked.

"Hahi!? Of course! Children are precious, innocent treasures, who else could be to blame for this corruption but you two!" She exclaimed, pointing her finger at the two boys.

"His parents?"

"Television?"

"The news?" The two assassins traded off on suggestions. The girl did not look convinced.

"I will stop your reign of terror!" She claimed as she ran off in the direction of her school. All three assassins looked at each other in confusion before continuing on their way.

School was uneventful, until PE class at the end of the day.

"C'mon! We don't want Dame-Tsuna on our team, he sucks at sports!" Apparently some students still remembered his old nickname from before he transferred to Kunugigaoka.

"Well we don't want him so you take him!"

"No way" Tsuna just watched impassively as the two team captains argued over who would end up with the so called 'burden' of having 'Dame-Tsuna' on their team. In all honesty, it was these arguments that lead the team who ended up with the brunet to lose the game. He never felt particularly charitable to the team to which he was assigned.

"Maa maa, we'll take him no problem." The baseball ace and male school idol, Yamamoto Takeshi interrupted the pointless argument.

"But we'll lose for sure!" Yamamoto's teammate-Hidetada maybe? Not that Tsuna cares- complained.

"Hey hey, I'm on the team aren't I? We'll be fine." He reassured with confidence. His team grudgingly acquiesced. While Tsuna appreciated the gesture from the lone baseball player; he still refused to help his team win.

Despite Yamamoto's best efforts the team still lost.

"Aw man! Even with Yamamoto, we still lost." One nameless face in the crowd of Tsuna's peers complained.

"It's all Dame-Tsuna's fault!" Another said, despite the whole team aside from Yamamoto putting in little effort to win the game.

"As punishment he can sweep the field alone." The brunet was handed a broom and the rest of the class walked away, laughing. Tsuna sighed and got to work. Sweeping the field alone wouldn't take all that long anyway.

"Help has arrived!" Yamamoto called as he returned to the field from the supply closet. Tsuna gave the broom wielding boy a strange look before the two began sweeping.

"Hey... Where's Shiota? I thought at least he'd stay back and help out." Yamamoto wondered.

"He had a prior engagement so he couldn't stay." Tsuna excused. It was his fault anyway. If Nagisa lingered on campus even two minutes after the final bell rang, the demon prefect of namimori swooped down like an avenging angel demanding a continuation of their spar. It was all Tsuna's fauld anyway. He really didn't blame Nagisa for wanting to leave as quickly as possible. Despite his best friend's outward projection of normalcy, Tsuna could tell the repeated attacks were grating on the Bluenet's nerves.

Yamamoto hummed in acknowledgement. They continued sweeping in silence for a while longer before the taller of the two suddenly broke it.

"Hey Tsuna... could I ask you for some advice?" The Smaller nearly dropped his broom in surprise. What sort of advice did the baseball star need that he would ask the person still being called Dame-Tsuna?

"What do you need Yamamoto-kun?"

"Lately, my average in baseball has dropped and I can't figure out how to bring it back up. I've been working really hard at it but it just keeps getting worse." Yamamoto confessed. Tsuna gave the taller boy a long, considering look; His sharp eyes picking up on things that could be easily missed by normal people. The slight tremors from overtaxed muscles were particularly noticeable to the assassin's highly trained eyes. It couldn't hurt to give Yamamoto some proper advice.

"Well, what's your training regimen like?" The brunet asked. Yamamoto grinned.

"I practice whenever I'm not in class." He said, the ever present grin was still on his face. It was beginning to get on Tsuna's nerves. The brunet just gave the sportsman a peculiar look.

"Yamamoto... Do you know how training your body works?" He asked. The taller brunet must have figured out that whatever answer he gave would probably be incorrect in the other brunet's eyes so he stayed quiet.

"When you train, you are creating tiny tears in your muscle tissue. You need to give those small injuries time to heal so that they can become stronger. That's why normal training regimes have rest days scheduled, so that your body can heal. All you need to do is take a few days to rest up." Tsuna advised. Yamamoto looked a little surprised at the sudden lecture. His eyes narrowed a bit before he plastered a huge grin on his face.

"That doesn't sound right. Maa what was I thinking asking Dame-Tsuna about sports anyway?" That was a little mean, Tsuna thought. The baseball star thanked him for listening, but then said that working harder at it was probably the way to go.

The two finished sweeping the field before Yamamoto disappeared to go practice. Oh well, if the tall brunet didn't want to listen to his advice it wasn't Tsuna's problem. Judging by the amount of muscle fatigue Tsuna had noticed it wouldn't be long before he suffered an injury. Then Yamamoto would be forced to rest and he would be right as rain. Maybe then he would acknowledge that Tsuna had been right all along, or maybe he wouldn't. It didn't particularly matter to the brunet.

When Tsuna arrived home Nagisa was already in his room, a textbook cracked open on the small coffee table. The bluenet gave him an apologetic smile as he passed right by him and flopped onto his bed.

"I'm sorry I didn't stay behind to help. Did you manage alright?" Nagisa said, giving his friend a look of concern. Tsuna waved him off.

"It's fine. The Hibari situation is partly my fault anyway. Yamamoto stayed behind and helped."

"I see. That's better than nothing I suppose."

"He wanted something from me." Tsuna said. He rolled over so that he was facing Nagisa.

"Oh? What did he want?" The bluenet asked.

"He asked me about training. He wanted to know why his average was going down. So I told him. It was written all over his body that he just needed to rest. But that guy... he didn't really want to hear advice. He just wanted to hear a platitude like "Work harder" He shut down as soon as I told him to take a break."

"Work harder must be what everyone else had been telling him."

"Yeah. Ah well, he's just going to end up hurting himself. He just makes me think of Sugino you know? All that baseball talk." Tsuna said, rolling onto his stomach this time.

"Are you saying that you wouldn't try to help him if he didn't remind you of Sugino-kun?" Nagisa asked, laughing a little. Tsuna frowned(pouted) towards his best friend.

"I would have been alright feeding him that platitude he so badly wanted." He shot back.

"No you wouldn't have. You would have thought to yourself "he might get hurt because I didn't tell him to rest" at least this way you did what you could. It's like telling someone something is poisoned. If they eat it after you warned them it's not your fault they died."

"Plausible Deniability?"

"Something like that,"

Reborn came upon the two boys diligently studying inside Tsuna's room. The hitman would admit that he had been a bit disappointed to learn of Tsuna's incredible grades. He never got an opportunity to use his...methods... to force the brunet into studying. The boy was already a diligent student, no force necessary. Privately Reborn wondered why Nana had accepted his services as a tutor when her son obviously did not require his services.

It was at breakfast the next day that Reborn received a hint towards the answer.

"What else do you plan to do about Yamamoto Dame-Tsuna?" The brunet looked up from his breakfast.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"You gave him advice didn't you?" The infant pressed. Tsuna gave his tutor a suspicious look.

"He didn't take my advice. Why would I do anything else, we aren't friends." His eyes narrowed further.

"Why do you care Reborn?" The baby put on an innocent face.

"No reason." He said. Tsuna had already put the pieces together.

"I do hope you're not planning to drag poor Yamamoto-kun into this whole mafia business. Civilians should stay civilians." The brunet stated. Reborn was shocked at the relaxed way Tsuna mentioned the Mafia in front of his mother.

"Tsuna." Reborn warned, glancing pointedly at Nana. The brunet followed his gaze and suddenly his whole countenance changed.

"I do not know who you take me for Reborn-kun But I do not keep secrets from my mother." He stated coldly. His use of honorifics told quite a bit about the offense he felt at the very suggestion of keeping the mafia from Nana Sawada. Reborn could admit to himself that the look his student had levelled at him(The World's Greatest Hitman) had been the tiniest bit intimidating. Nana only smiled at him.

"My boys told me all about it on day one. I can't say that I'm happy with the job you're offering, but it's Tsu-kun's choice. My boy needs more confidence so I was hoping you could help him with that. Training to be a big bad mafia boss sounds like a great way to build that up. He's certainly strong enough for it. Actually I wouldn't mind being taught how to protect myself. " She said. Reborn didn't know what to think. Other than that Iemitsu was in for a rude awakening when he came to see his 'oblivious wife'.

Walking to school Tsuna felt a chill run up his back. He shivered, earning a concerned look from Nagisa.

"Just someone walking over my grave." He brushed it off, although the uncomfortable feeling remained. The brunet ignored it. Until lunch time.

"Yamamoto is gonna jump off the roof!" A boy from another class yelled into the classroom before running off, presumably to the roof. Tsuna dropped his chopsticks in surprise. Despite telling himself repeatedly that this had nothing to do with this and that he should just keep his head down Tsuna knew he was too much of a bleeding heart to leave his classmate to die. Nagisa knew it too, if the smile on his face was anything to go by.

"Here, Take this just in case. It can get dangerous up there." He said, handing over something that he took from his bag. Tsuna grabbed the object with a grateful smile and shot out of the classroom.

Once on the roof Tsuna had to push people out of the way in order to reach the suicidal nutcase.

"Yamamoto-kun, what are you doing?" He called out to the baseball star, joining him on the ledge.

"So even Dame-Tsuna is here to pity me huh?" The tall brunet said. As he turned more towards the smaller Tsuna noticed his arm was in a sling.

"What happened there?" He asked, gesturing to the injury. He could make a pretty well educated guess, but getting a suicidal person talking was always a good idea.

"After we swept the field, I stayed back to practice. I broke my arm. The baseball gods have abandoned me. I have nothing left." Yamamoto said. Tsuna mentally changed his designation from "Suicidal nutcase" to "Idiot" for the time being.

"So because of an injury you're going to kill yourself?"

"I can't play baseball anymore. What's the point in living?" Tsuna will later admit that he could have handled the situation a bit more delicately. But for now;

"Are you kidding me?" The dark tone coming from the small brunet was a new experience for his classmates. Yamamoto looked most shocked of all, having the tone directed at him.

"You're going to die over a broken arm? You're what, 14? An injury like that will heal in about two weeks and you're going to kill yourself over it?" Tsuna's voice was steadily getting louder as he lectured the boy about to kill himself. The both of them literally on the edge. Onlookers were appalled

"You are going to leave your friends and family behind to be torn apart by grief and loss. Now I am sure there must be some other underlying cause of this sudden and violent reaction and I will be happy to listen at a later date but don't you dare kill yourself over a FUCKING BROKEN ARM!" The last part was shouted loud enough that the entire school probably heard it. Yamamoto's face changed from total shock to a genuine smile, even as Tsuna became flustered over his sudden loss of composure. That was not the proper way to handle a suicidal person at all.

The smaller brunet was surprised when Yamamoto's hand landed on top of his head, ruffling his hair.

"You're right Tsuna, thanks." Tsuna gave the baseball star a wobbly smile.

"I'm glad you understand. Now get off of this ledge and back onto the roof."

"Yes sir." Yamamoto said with a grin before he began to climb back over the fence to get to solid ground. At that time the brittle, rusted metal of the fence gave out with a screeching groan. Yamamoto fell. Tsuna managed to grab the taller brunet's hand as he passed, but the other boy's greater weight pulled him off the edge. Not that Tsuna expected anything else. He could only thank Nagisa for his foresight as-

*Pfft*

*Thoom*

*Tang*

Their descent halted.

"...Grappling hook..." Tsuna managed with a sigh of relief. Another four feet and they would have been toast. As it was, Nagisa had pre-emptively placed the gym mats to soften the blow of the remaining drop. Gokudera stood beside him. The silveret must have helped.

The two brunets landed with a thump, Yamamoto laughing as they stood up.

"Hahaha that was fun." He said garnering incredulous (and murderous) looks from those present.

"You idiot! You almost got Juudaime killed! I would kill you right now but that would waste the effort Juudaime expended saving your sorry hide!" Gokudera shouted, pointing angrily in Yamamoto's face.

"It's alright Gokudera-kun, but I would like to say-" At this Tsuna levelled his sternest look on Yamamoto.

"If you had just listened to my advice and taken a break none of this would have happened." The baseball star looked taken aback, before a grin lit up his features.

"You're right Tsuna! From now on I will always listen to you." He said. There was a certain heaviness to his words that Tsuna did not at all like. Why did he get the feeling that Reborn was off somewhere smirking.

Rain Guardian Acquired

AN/

Alrighty. Contest details are as follows. Our dear class E students have flames. They haven't yet discovered them. There are a few skies hiding amongst the ranks. If you can properly guess who the skies are you will win a oneshot of your choice taking place within the AMB universe. Any characters whatever you want. To enter simply guess a Sky and write why you think they're a Sky. If you give a convincing argument even if you name someone who I haven't written in as a sky I will give you half points and the prize of an Omake at the end of a chapter.

Other than that there is one more thing. I would love to write some assassinations into this. But I just don't have the time to make up a bunch of random baddies to kill off. PM or Review with a character design and your baddy can be killed off by our favorite classroom.

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