Geez, I am insane. An update for every fic, forget that I just finished writing one for this one. I was going to give full chapters, but I ran out of time. Late Merry Christmas to everyone.

Bl4ze777 - How often do you win at Slots? . I'm sorry, I couldn't help it! So what joke were you talking about? = Dude, I still don't know what joke you're talking about.

Chapter 3

Tsuna's training was slow and complex. It was a given as neither Ichigo or Grimmjow had actual proper training. Well, Ichigo had learned the basics in a dojo once, but all that had turned into instinct after his mother's death. He didn't really remember much. So they started with Tsuna's endurance.

One lap around the block. Five push ups. Five sit ups. Five crunches.

Simple things like that. You couldn't really push a five year old that much.

When the skylark had found out what they were up to, he decided to pitch in. Ichigo and Grimmjow allowed him to take over since the kid seemed to have a better idea than they did. They just made sure that Hibari didn't go overboard and occasionally gave advice when things got practical.

Then came a baby in a red Chinese tangzhuang with a pet monkey.

Ichigo tried to wrap his head around the idea that the baby, that was about one year old, was Hibari's uncle and could speak fluently in both Chinese and Japanese. He failed... miserably. Especially after learning the baby was a master of 107 martial arts styles.

Tsuna's mind had blown a fuse.

Grimmjow, in his humanoid form, shook himself out his stupor and challenged the credibility only to end up in a crumpled heap on the ground with no mobility in any of his limbs before he could even get into a fighting stance. That was a blow to his pride. A really, really big blow. He sulked in cat form for weeks while Tsuna trained under the toddler.

Ichigo was really disturbed by the toddler. He spoke, acted, and fought like an adult who had trained since birth. His spirit energy -according to Grimmjow- was pretty high as well. Most of all, he acted like Grimmjow's cat form was completely normal after he started talking.

Ichigo was sure nothing could sway Fon's - the very adult-like toddler - from his ridiculously calm demeanor and when he mentioned it to Grimmjow, the blue panther seemed to take it as a challenge to break the said unflappable adult-ish toddler...child...person... what exactly do you call someone like Fon?

'I wonder if he's an alien.' Ichigo thought before shaking the thought out of his mind. He was clearly spending too much time with the nonsensical portion of Japan. Shinigami were believable. Dimension travel was believable. Grimmjow as a cat was believable.

But aliens? Hell no, he needed some semi-balance of reality after all. What was next? Shape-shifting lizards?

A shiver ran down his spine. 'Why do I feel like I just jinxed myself?' he wondered.

Miles away, a lizard sitting on a fedora sneezed.

Three years after Tsuna started training under Fon, they had discovered a new side to the eight year old.

He was a prankster.

That had been unexpected. (Not really, in hindsight.)

If Tsuna respected someone, he would either a prank them to oblivion (or at least attempt to) or b) not prank them at all. If he didn't have any respect for someone, he would prank them to hell. (Yes, there is a difference.)

Grimmjow had learned Tsuna was a ruthless prankster when he woke up in his cat form wearing a princess dress - tiara included - and covered in glitter.

Needless to say, Ichigo enjoyed each and every prank Tsuna played. Especially since he was never got caught by any of the pranks.

"The little brat," Grimmjow growled. "I swear, I'll-"

"You'll what?" Ichigo asked with amusement. "You haven't ever actually harmed him much."

"Why do we stay here?" Grimmjow groaned.

"Entertainment." Ichigo replied. "And Nana's a pretty good cook. What I want to know is why you let the kid prank you so often and let him get away with it."

Grimmjow grumbled under his breath.

"Well, it helps with his stealth anyway." Ichigo laughed.

"You seem different."

"I have nothing to do, so much stress has been taken off my shoulders. I've forgotten what it's like to relax and just be a kid. "

Grimmjow had to agree, as much as he liked fighting the opportunity to just relax was nice.

...

"I'm bored." Grimmjow said. And with that, he attacked Ichigo, forgetting he was in his cat form.

Tsuna was walking in the park when he noticed Yamamoto Takeshi staring at people with a sad look in his eyes.

"Ah, Yamamoto-san, are you okay?" asked Tsuna.

Yamamoto smiled. "Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

Tsuna swore there were sparkles behind him but that smile... "That smile looks so fake." he deadpanned.

"...eh? What are you talking about?"

Tsuna sighed. "Well, if you need someone to listen to your troubles, I'll be waiting." He left Yamamoto standing in the park with a dumbfounded look on his face.

'Wow, Tsuna turned out pretty cold. This is our fault isn't it?' Ichigo thought with a sweatdrop. "Ah, Tsuna, does he even know your name?" he whispered.

Tsuna froze. "I didn't tell him! Shoot, what do I do?! It'd look lame if I go back just to tell him." he hissed back.

Grimmjow looked down at Tsuna from his seat on Ichigo's shoulders. "How'd you know his name?"

"We go to the same school." Tsuna said.

"Then why are you worried 'bout it?"

"Hehe, I forgot for a second."

"Baka Gaki."

"Who're you calling a stupid brat!"

I am tempted to make this a crack fic, but I won't since I'm not good at them.

This story is slowly progressing...