They don't have a plan for Mukuro Rokudo. It never seemed like something they would have to plan for. For one, he was supposed to be locked up in prison after murdering a bunch of people, and for two, he's never a part of Namimori to start with.

Tsuna watches Hibari pace as he and Tetsuya flip though reports, a little worried about the expression on his face. The bloodlust is practically visible in the air.

"He knows we can't just go after them because he wants to try fighting him right?" Tsuna ask Tetsuya, nervously.

Tetsuya smiles at him and shrugs his shoulders.

"I mean, he might be useful even if all reports point to him being an absolute maniac. He hates the mafia, we hate mafia. Sounds like a match made in heaven right?" Tsuna continues.

"Your setting the bar pretty high there." Tetsuya laughs. Tsuna doesn't stop his anxious hand wringing.

"Also I'm not sure how you're supposed to fight against an illusionist. There's a tactic for that right?" He mumbles.

Tetsuya sighs.

"Stop that, it's weird seeing you worried about this. You're usually a lot more level headed then this." He says.

Tsuna stares at him for a second.

"No I'm not."

Tetsuya lifts an eyebrow and cocks his head towards Hibari, who's still pacing.

"You met Hibari because you got into a fight with a bunch of older boys over a sand castle, and you're still friends with him. Your response to mafia trying to interfere in your life was to organise the city into fighting back. You regularly put yourself in danger just by walking down the street. " He says.

Tsuna shrugs.

"That's Hibari." He says simply. "Also, it's the mafia against the whole town, plus Hibari."

Tetsuya groans.

"There's something really wrong with your priorities."


Reborn has to admit he never expected to be in the situation where he wouldn't have all the cards on the table. But then again, everything to do with the Sawada family has been one big headache so he should have really realised this to start with.

After all, this was all to train Iemitsu's son. And Iemitsu on his own is such a trouble to deal with that he should have expected the son to be doubly so.

Still, for someone to have pick pocketed him just as he lands in Namimori is more then just troublesome. It's lucky he keeps a multitude of spares.

It's also a good thing that his phones are protected against intrusion, and any sensitive data will be deleted before some enterprising hacker thinks of getting in.

How, the supposed thief did it, he doesn't really know.

As the greatest hitman in the world it should really be impossible for someone to do it without flames, and he would have noticed if they had used flames anyways.

He doesn't know if he wants to kill the person who did it or recruit them.

For the moment he sends a quick text to the Ninth and quickly exits the crowded airport. He want's to get to cover quickly, start investigating from the ground up. He has to rethink his whole plan of attack since it is obvious that Tsunayoshi isn't alone in his plan, whatever it is.

He tries to think who would have been able to get his claws in the boy and is plagued by the thought of rival families for a minute before sanity creeps back in. If a rival family had been able to recruit Vongola's heir, they would have either set him up as a plant and therefore not bother impeding the training process, or have bragged to the whole mafia world about it.

Which means it has to be an independent faction meddling.


It never occurs to him that Tsuna might be acting for himself.


Three hours after Reborn starts his investigation once again, a group of people slowly wander into an apartment building. In small groups they take the elevator down to the bottom floor, pass the only listed basement and deep underground.

The machine slows to a stop at an unlisted number, opens it's doors to a steel and concrete hallway, the end of which opens unto a large white meeting room. Projections and maps are cast across walls, screens are mounted in every corner, and in the middle is a large wooden table, filled with papers and dossiers.

One by one the people take their seats, chatting and saying hello to neighbours and friends.

Takeshi sets his sword down by the door and snags a seat next to the end of the table. He waves to a few acquaintances and lets his dad mingle. Tsuna, sitting to his left, lifts his head from his reports long enough to flash a mask covered smile his way before bending back over his work.

Takeshi doesn't let that bother him and just slumps back, fingers behind his head. To his right, a seat is dragged back with enough force to screech as it goes, and a white head plops itself in his vision.

"Hey Ryohei." Takeshi says. The other boy beams at him.

"Hello to the EXTREME! And you too Sawada." He says, nodding to Takeshi and Tsuna.

His sister takes a seat across from him, with Hana right besides her. More hellos are exchanged.

"I feel like I've fallen into a bad spy movie." Hana says wryly, lifting an eye at all the glowing screens and the maps connected by faint glowing red wire.

Takeshi laughs.

"Yeah, Shoichi-san sure outdid himself didn't he!" He says, nudging Tsuna, who lifts his head once again to smile at them.

"Ah yes, the illustrious Shoichi-san. Does he even exist? No one knows." Hana says dryly.

"Hana!" Kyoko laughs.

"Trust me, I exist." A voice says behind them. Most of them jump, exept for Tsuna who snorts quietly. Hana turns around.

A be-speckled red head smiles tiredly at them, a bundle of wires and gadgets spilling out of his arms. His face is pale and his freckles stand out all the more for it, but it is undisputedly Shoichi Irie in the flesh.

"Well I'll be! Next you'll be telling me Hibari is planning on retiring to become a monk." Hana says, hand to her heart in exaggerated shock. A couple chuckles ring around the room.

Shoichi rolls his eyes and takes a seat close to Tsuna. Around the younger boy there's a few spots still reserved. One of which is soon taken by a woman who sweeps in twirling skirts and distant eyes.

"Hello Sawada-san!" Ryohei says, echoed by others.

Sawada Nana smiles at them and brushes her hand across from her son's still black head before taking a seat next to him.

From the doorway there's a big bang, and Hibari and Tetsuya sweep in on the trail of the last stragglers. Business owners and street rats, ex-mafioso and yakuza, students and parents all stand at his arrival. Tsuna, at the head of the table, raises his hand and catches everyone's attention.

The two other boys step into place behind him and he flashes a tired smile their way before tugging down his medical mask.

He looks the mix match of people gathered in the room, making sure to address all of them with his eyes as he goes, counting heads and determination as he goes.

"Welcome all of you, to Namimori's Clean Up Committee."