"And now you miss being a part of a famiglia."

Hayato didn't say anything to deny or agree with Reborn's claim, but instead continued to stare at the brunet.

Tsuna, meanwhile, was watching the his friend's hand uneasily, where the still lit igniter was getting dangerously close to his clothes, under which who knows how many bombs and other assorted explosives were hidden.

Hayato followed his gaze, and when he saw what the brunet was staring at, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Those wide brown eyes of Tsuna's, like an open book, were as easy to read as ever, easily showing his apprehension, and Hayato wanted so badly to believe that it wasn't just an act.

In the end, the urge to cry won out over the urge to laugh and the tears started falling quicker down his face. As a result, Hayato's grip on the igniter he held in one hand and the dynamites he held in his other hand unconsciously loosened, and they all tumbled to the ground.

His eyes widening, Tsuna quickly jumped forward and pulled the igniter away, but not before the sticks of dynamite caught fire.

Without thinking, the boy slapped his hands onto them, ignoring the smarting of the flames against his skin before they died out.

"G-geez," said Tsuna in an exasperated voice as he sat back, looking down at his hands, which were already turning an angry red, "Why does my first meeting with you always have to end in my saving our lives?"

A horrified expression on his face, Hayato dropped to his knees, his eyes wide with horror and his mouth hanging open in shock as he stared at Tsuna's burnt hands.

Tsuna, worried that the boy would start bowing to him and apologizing like he used to at this age, started saying, "Hayato, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about-"

But the boy was cut off when Hayato's hand enclosed gently around his wrist, making sure not to agitate his burns, and the older boy pulled him gently to his feet.

Before Tsuna could even ask what he was doing, Hayato took out his cell phone to check what time it was before pulling him off in a seemingly random direction.

"H-Hayato! Where are we going?" shouted Tsuna as they ran, using the other boy's given name without thinking, but Hayato didn't seem to hear him. The older male had seemingly gone into overprotective right-hand mode.

After maybe two or three minutes of running, they finally came to a stop in a seemingly random part of town, right in the middle of the sidewalk.

Tsuna was about to ask why they were here, but when he turned to look at Hayato, he saw that his friend was staring into the distance, his arms crossed and his foot tapping impatiently, as if he was waiting for someone who was late for an appointment.

Tsuna tried to think who they might be waiting for, and immediately, an image of a certain EXTREMELY loud boxer popped into his brain.

Tsuna let out a startled squeak as he realized what his storm guardian was trying to do, and was about to reassure him that he really didn't need Ryohei to heal him, but was cut off before he even began when a dust cloud appeared in the distance.

Ryohei was taking his usual morning jog around Namimori when he saw them both standing in the middle of the sidewalk, as if they had been waiting for someone, and his heart skipped a beat. There were Tsuna and Hayato, looking exactly as he remembered them.

The octopus head was standing with his arms crossed, a scowl on his face, and tapping his foot impatiently.

When Ryohei saw his little brother figure standing beside the octopus head, watching him approach with an apologetic expression on his face, the boxer realized that the one they were waiting for was him!

By the time the boxer realized this, he was only a few feet away from the two, and came to an abrupt halt about a foot away from them.

The octopus head didn't look in the least bit ruffled by their close call, merely taking both of Tsuna's hands and holding them out so that Ryohei could see the shiny red blisters that had formed all over them.

"Heal them, turf top," he ordered curtly, leaving Ryohei speechless for once.

Did octopus head just say what he thought he just said?

Ryohei turned to look at Tsuna, who was trying to hide the pain he was in, and received an apologetic smile as the boy said, "Sorry for troubling you, onii-san…"

After one more moment of speechlessness, Ryohei suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "EXTREME!"

And with that, he took both of Tsuna's hands in his, a little apprehensive as he called on his sun flames.

When his hands began to glow a soft, familiar yellow, Ryohei felt relief bubble up inside him, and not even two minutes later, Tsuna's hands were completely healed.

Tsuna's smile relaxed a little and became more genuine now that he wasn't trying to hide his pain, and the moment he saw that his boss was okay, Hayato dropped to his knees, his forehead knocking against the ground multiple times as he performed a perfect dogeza in front of his boss.

"I apologize a million times over for the great disrespect of injuring you and doubting your sincerity, Juudaime!"

"Hayato! Please get off the floor!" exclaimed Tsuna, pulling his friend's arm as he tried to get him to get back on his feet. "It's not your fault you misunderstood my intentions! Anyways, now's not the time to revert to the way you were before! I prefer the calmer Hayato instead of the one that's always injuring himself to prove his loyalty!"

And in the blink of an eye, Hayato was standing on his feet again, his expression sheepish. "Sorry, Juudaime…"

Tsuna smiled at him and then, as if remembering that Ryohei was still here, he turned quickly around and bowed in apology, saying, "I'm sorry for interrupting your morning jog, onii-san!"

Ryohei, suddenly going into doting older brother mode, just ruffled his hair, saying, "It's fine, Tsuna. If you get hurt again, let me know right away."

Tsuna's expression became shocked for a moment before he smiled widely at him.

The next second, though, his expression morphed into one of pure horror and he let out a shriek, shouting, "We're going to be late for school!"

And as the three of them tore off towards the school, Ryohei let out a great, booming laugh; he was completely happy for the first time since his accident.

Tsuna threw looked at him, weirded out a bit, but Ryohei just ignored it, revelling in the complete chaos of the moment; it was one he hadn't thought he'd feel for a long time yet, if ever.

In the shadows, a certain infant watched the three teens run off to school, a small smile on his face, and an odd sense of nostalgia in his heart, the source of which he just couldn't seem to remember.

There was something tugging at his mind, something that felt like half-buried memories, trying to make their way out.

On the way to Nami-chuu, Tsuna started to get a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Hayato, who was running alongside his boss on the right, immediately noticed his discomfort and asked, "Is there something wrong, Juudaime?"

Tsuna, still thinking, said in an absent voice, "I think my hyper intuition is try to tell me something but…"

As he trailed off, Hayato exchanged a look with Ryohei, both of them immediately on their guard.

"Is it an enemy, Juudaime?"

Tsuna immediately shook his head, saying, "That's not it…but it feels like…something bad, something terrible, is going to happen…"

The two guardians were now confused, trying to think back to what might have happened on this day last time around.

As far as Hayato remembered, everything had actually been really quiet in those first few months until Mukuro had begun attacking students from their school.

Ryohei, on the other hand, suddenly remembered a rumour that had been going around the school; the rumour that had first sparked his interest in Tsuna.

"Tsuna!" he called, catching the brunet's attention before saying one word, "Takeshi!"

The blood immediately drained from the younger male's face, and he suddenly put on an extra burst of speed.

Hayato, also realizing what Ryohei had meant, followed after his boss, muttering things like, "Stupid baseball idiot," under his breath, and Ryohei brought up the rear of the group.

Even with their worry induced sprinting, the three arrived at school just as the bell rang and were stopped in their mad scramble for the roof by a certain bloodthirsty prefect.

"Arriving at school after the bell is a violation of school rules. Prepare to be bitten to death, herbivores," said Hibari emotionlessly, trying not to read too much into the fact that these three herbivores had arrived at school together.

Tsuna, though, instead of shrieking like a little girl, shouted in relief, "Kyoya! Thank God it's you! I'm going to the roof to stop Takeshi from jumping! You, nii-san, and Hayato stay here on the ground in case I'm too late!"

And with that, the boy ran off into the building, leaving a dumbfounded Hibari Kyoya in his wake.

Once he had entered the building and was no longer visible, Kyoya turned his glare on Hayato, who was easily able to see the confusion behind his usual default expression.

Hayato just replied in his usual, vague way, saying, "Come on, stupid skylark. You heard what Juudaime said!"

No one other than Tsuna's guardians would have been able to decipher the explanation that was hidden in those two short sentences, but Hibari heard it loud and clear.

"Hn," said the prefect, heading towards the school building.

Hayato and Ryohei followed slowly after him, not questioning him when he entered the school building.

Not even two minutes later, a window on the second floor was thrown open, and a mattress flew out, nearly flattening Hayato and Ryohei before the two could get out of its way.

Far away from all the turmoil in Namimori, in a mansion in Italy, a little cow boy was sitting in his bed, sulking.

He absolutely hated being in this place.

He may not have noticed it when he'd lived it the first time around, but now, it was glaringly obvious to him that no one in this household really wanted him around, not even his own father.

But then, it wasn't like he really wanted to be here either.

He wanted to be back in Japan, with his real family.

With his rival, Reborn.

With his big brothers, Tsuna, Hayato, Takeshi, Ryohei, Kyoya, and Mukuro.

With his older sisters, Bianchi and Chrome.

With his playmates, Fuuta and I-Pin.

And, of course, with his mother, Nana.

So when his father came around to his room to give him his "mission" to take out Reborn (probably hoping he would get himself killed in the process seeing as it was literally impossible for a normal five-year-old), who was currently in Japan, training his newest student, the boy's expression brightened, his wide smile rivaling the sun.

He'd thought that it had all been a dream; that his Tsuna-nii didn't even exist.

But Reborn being in Japan was proof that it hadn't all been just a dream.

Maybe he'd dreamed of the future.

Or maybe it had something to do with the ten-year-bazooka.

He really didn't care how it had happened at the moment.

Within an hour, the five-year-old had packed everything he would need, and without looking back once at his childhood home, he hopped into the awaiting limo and headed to Japan.

"Gyahaha!" he laughed to himself, "Lambo-sama can't wait to get to Japan and see mama and Tsuna-nii again!"

SkyGem: Hehe, hope you guys liked this chapter! I'm sorry for not updating this past week or so, but I've been kinda busy! Oh, but I did make this chapter longer than usual! Two thousand words! Hehe! I'm going to try and start making my chapters longer, just for you guys! Anyways, please do leave a review and tell me what you thought, ne? Ciao!