\\ AN

I would like to mention that my actual knowledge of the Reborn universe is pretty sparse, since I could never get through the beginning. I've read some later arcs and I follow a lot of other authors, but if I make a mistake that can't be handwaved by "AU", please don't hesitate to say so. I'm also not editing these before I post them (Yeah, I'm one of those authors) but I am when I have the time between chapters.

\\ Chapter 4


It starts with Hibari's Discipline Committee.

They're a bunch of upstart delinquents, united by a boy who cares more about order and a good fight then about doing good deeds. The police can't touch him, and he tends to break bones for even the smallest infractions.

It starts small.

Tsuna follows behind Hibari, close enough to help, not to crowd, and watches the swath of destruction in his wake.

He righten's the upturned food stall that gets knocked over in the chaos, steadies an old woman shoved aside by panicked thugs, soothes a crying child.

When it is over, when the gang has been punished and the authorities notified, Tsuna stops for a second to crouch down and talk with Hibari's newest victims. They are guilty men, but he smiles at them and stay's with them until the ambulance arrives.

Then he isn't just waiting to help. He scouts ahead for Hibari, talks to the citizens on the street, asks after their problems and their worries. He makes traps, designed to control the chaos. He plots out the best areas of attack, how to minimize collateral when they take on the big targets.

Hibari takes down the city brick by brick and Tsuna builds it back up again, without the rot.

They route the Yakuza out and consume its livelihood. Their numbers bloat with those lost on the fringes, looking for something bigger than themselves. When they need to be reminded that they are something greater by themselves, it is Tsuna who comes to them.

The people fear Hibari and his wrath, respect his power and ability to actually do something against the petty crimes inflicted against them, but it is Tsuna they love.

And that is a powerful thing.


Namimori is supposed to be a mafia-free sanctuary. They come anyways.

Namimori takes those it can heal of their darkness, and then eats those who refuse to bend. It becomes a graveyard for men too big for their words.

Hibari is its gargoyle, but Tsuna is its gravedigger.


It's a quiet revolution. Tsuna sends out word to the businesses, to the late night gambling halls, to the hand-tied police. It spreads, and it spreads, and during all of this the Discipline Committee prepares. Shoichi makes his weapons and spins his web.

Those with ties with the Yakuza quietly pass the word on.

Namimori goes on as it always does, but underneath it something changes.

There are a lot of ex-mafioso in town, and they know the price of not acting when the mafia comes calling. And it wouldn't just be Tsuna who would get dragged down into the pits of that hungry beast.

It would be their sons, their daughters, their friends and co-workers. There's a web of people working to keep their city safe, and they have home ground.

The mafia never stood a chance.


Nana goes to the market on a Sunday and pretends obliviousness towards her pair of stalkers. Cecilia watches her enter the building and nods to her partner. He walks back to the house to continue bugging the rooms and setting up surveillance.

Cecilia watches the doors and waits for the woman to come out again, hand on her phone and ready to call Tsukabaki off.

She waits and waits. She slowly grows anxious as the minutes tick by.

She doesn't feel the blow to the back of the head.


Nana gossips with the ladies at the shopping center. They are polite enough not to mention the blood on the end of her sleeve.


Reborn gets the call a few hours later and feels a migraine coming on. The second pair of Mafioso sent into Namimori are missing, and once again no one in town knows how.

He stands in Perth Airport, Australia, gets the notification that Sawada has been sighted in also gets the notification that Sawada is sighted on a plane to the Maldives. And on a train through England. He very calmly destroys his phone.

He takes out his spare and calls the Ninth.

"I'm going back to Japan. We're being played with. Let the Varia run after ghosts, but I'm starting to think that Sawada Tsunayoshi never made it out of Japan to begin with."


Basquez and Vultuo walk into Vongola's Italian headquarters and hobble over to the briefing room. They have the copy of their reports, lingering injuries, and mist covered wireless bugs in their hair.

The tiny spiders are a recent innovation and they can transmit both audio, video and infrared.

As the men walk through the crowded halls they slowly fall out, clinging onto passing Mafioso and scuttling into dark corners.

On the other side of the camera lens Shoichi Irie smiles grimly.


There's a rumour on the wind that there's an anti-mafia group waking up. That if you have a grievance with the arrogance of the mafia, that if you have something to protect against the darkest underbelly of the world, they can take up your cause.

Mukuro Rokudo lifts his head up in interest.


Kyoko laughs as she walks home from school with Hana. Hana who has been so busy lately, even more so then Kyoko who has turned her popularity into a weapon that needs constant maintenance.

Even more then her brother who spends his spare time sparring with the members of the Discipline Committee.

"And so Tetsuya says they were ready for the next stage and that I could stop sending all those false Tsuna reports. Which was good, because it was seriously getting annoying having to find all those airports and getting in contact with people to leave things around for the hitman to find." Hana says, waving her hands.

Kyoko giggles.

"But instead?" She prods, because she knows her friend and Hana does have a rather twisted sense of humour.

"Well I figured just stopping them all completely might be mysterious and all, but not very poignant. And I had already queued up a bunch of other alerts, so why waste all that work?" Hana says grinning.

Kyoko dramatically gasps.

"You didn't!" She giggles.

Hana sighs.

"I wish I could see the dude's face. It would make all this work worth it. At least Tetsuya appreciates it, I swear Hibari wouldn't even know who I am if I wasn't –" She pauses at Kyoko's wiggling eyebrows.

"What?" She asks, a little defensively.

"Tetsuya, huh?" Kyoko grins. Hana just waves her hands.

"It's weird using an honorific with him. He's so subservient to Hibari he might as well be a shadow sometimes. Not to mention can you imagine calling him Kusakabe-san?" She responds.

The two girls think on it for a while before making a face.

"No it really doesn't fits." Kyoko agrees.

Hana scrunches up her face and shakes her head.

"Enough about those monkeys. I am so tired of idiot boys and this stupid mafia conspiracy or whatever. We should go to the arcade and destroy children at DDR." She flicks her hair in a dramatic fashion, a teasing glint in her eye.

Kyoko laughs again.


Cecilia wakes up tied to a tree in the middle of nowhere. She has no phone, no gun, and no idea what happened. There's a map nailed to the tree besides her. She snaps the rope restraining her and stands there in shock for a couple minutes.

She half expects this to be some kind of training simulation from her captain, but no, then she wouldn't even have the map.

Someone was able to get the drop on her, tie her up, transport her into the middle of the forest and leave before she woke up.

Someone went through all that trouble, when it would really be easier to kill her.

She feels a shiver run through her veins.