Shoichi found out about flames through the ex-mafioso living in town. Quite a few of them want nothing more then to never see another Mafioso every again, and so with very little prompting gladly divulged any secrets that would go towards that. There's certain ways to get around Omerta after all.

In some cases being friends with a future mafia boss is all you need.

The flames he has been able to adapt the best are mist flames; the ability to fool human senses was deemed much more useful to a clandestine organisation then pure force. It might be a watered down version of an actual mist user, but it does the job and has the advantage that it is hard for even the most experience user to notice.

The main inventions he has been able to build with them are the spyders, the invisibility rings and now, a mist "net" able to hide smell, colour and taste of even particles in the air.

It took weeks to outfit the whole house with the net, but now it's a simple thing to pump anaesthetic into the rooms and have it be almost completely unnoticeable. Hopefully unnoticeable enough that Reborn, creeping through the halls with a gun out and whose attention is on the presence of Hibari and Tsuna, won't realise.

That's the main issue Tetsuya has with the plan, they can't bait an empty house. Reborn is too good for that to work. Instead, the two boys are fitted with a discreet breather and are sitting together in one of the sitting rooms.

Worst comes to worst and there's a multitude of high voltage stun traps surrounding the room, but they all hope it doesn't come to that. They really don't want to have to use their escape plan. All of them are aware enough to know they are only doing as well as they are because their opponents are underestimating them.

He sits with Shoichi in the control room and shoves his shaking hands under his thighs. He has the Discipline Committee on call, and Kondo is waiting in the wings with as much mist protection that they can give her along with a breathing mask, but still it doesn't feel like enough.

The clock ticks over to 2am and a shadow passes through one of the cameras. If Tetsuya wasn't looking for it he might have missed it.

"He's here." Tetsuya says, into the mic and to Shoichi besides him. Hibari taps an affirmative into the small radio in his ear and subtly straightens into a ready position.

Tsuna, hair down for once and in it's natural hue, puts down his book and bites his lips. Tetsuya keeps one eye on them and one eye on the small form silently walking the halls.

A nod to the corner has Kondo slipping out of the control room and heading over. She'll stick to the shadows behind Reborn and when the timing is right make sure he's weird chameleon gun is out of play.

"Right, initiating lockdown in 3, 2, 1." Shoichi says, flipping the switch to seal the doors and windows.

"Pumping out Desuflurance at a 2:1 ratio, 30 second delay until release of Isoflurance. Dosage just slightly higher than for average child." He continues, monitoring the levels just off screen.

Tetsuya brings his hand up and bites his thumb.

"Do we even know how it will effect him, being who he is?" He asks nervously. Shoichi rubs his stomach and shrugs. In the dim light of the control room he looks washed out and ghostly.

"Because he's a flame using hitman or because he's an arcobaleno?" He asks, eyes glued to his screens.

Tetsuya smiles wryly.

"Both? I assume he would need a higher dosage then your average child either way." He says. On the screen the little form continues on, no indication of being dosed yet.

"That's why we're upping the ratio until he falls. Desuflurance is high onset, so we should see a reaction soon."


Reborn frowns as he walks the silent halls, Leon in gun form in his hand. The house is eerie in it's silence, and besides a few traps in perimeter and near the entrances, it feels a little too unguarded.

He has to keep telling himself that he is dealing with adolescence, not a rival mafia family. There's no trap waiting in the wing, no ambush around the corner. Part of the reason he is having trouble disassociating these facts is that he is working off of a lot less information then he normally would like.

He can tell through his beetles where the boys are, knows that both are in relatively good health, and can guess based off of the traps and the subterfuge that they are prepared for some level of violence, but that's about it.

He's done jobs on a lot less, but most of the time not for retrieval missions.

How ironic that it is the Vongola jobs that end up being the messiest. He'll be asking for a big bonus after all of this is done.

He slips into the last room before the one the two kids are in and pauses. Takes a deep breath. Frowns. He can just make out muffle noise, two voices in conversation in the next room.

He rubs his eyes and blinks down into his empty hands, gun suddenly gone. His mind blanks a little as he searches for where Leon might have gone, but stumbles as his vision wavers. He curses clumsily as his fingers go numb and reaches out with his flame, trying to burn what has to be a poison out of his body.

He doesn't know when he was dosed with it, tries to remember if any of the traps he disarmed could have been laced with something, and struggles against slumping down into unconsciousness.

"Fuck." He curses, feeling his heart slow. His knees slide out form under him and no matter how much sun flame he uses to burn away the poison it comes back with every breath.

A door opens and blurry form kneels by next to him. Sawada Tsunayoshi finishes clipping a breathing mask to his face and smiles at him through the plastic.

Must be air born, He thinks blearily, as he looses consciousness.


Tsuna adjusts his mask a little more and looks over the small black form of the hitman. Hard to imagine even know that he's looking at a killer for the mafia, and supposedly the one who was supposed to train him to be a mafia boss.

"Visuals confirmed." He says into the radio, voice muffled. He gets an affirmative and the shadows part to show Kondo holding a sleeping chameleon.

"Do we have containment for the little guy?" Rei asks, idly petting the small animal. If she's surprised at lizards turning into weapons she doesn't show it.

"We can get an enclosure set up, but better make sure it's far away from where we are going to be holding Reborn. We don't know what sort of powers it has." Tetsuya says into his ear. He nods.

Kondo taps an informative and slips back into the shadows. Behind him Hibari stretches up from his hovering and makes a small 'tch' sound in the back of his throat.

"Sorry Hibari, no fighting him today." Tsuna smiles. He gets a glare for his efforts as the other boy walks back into the sitting room.

Tsuna bends down a little more and picks up sleeping form of Reborn. He's surprisingly heavy for what looks like a year old baby, but easy enough to carry.

Makes it easier that they don't have much farther to go. He can hear the metallic hiss of a sealed door opening and hefts his burden up a little more as he turns to follow Hibari down to the basement.

Now comes the hard part.