Reborn frowns. He had dropped the flyer for his tortu-tutoring and he still hadn't received a call. Perhaps she got it, he thinks, but she forgot to respond. That fits Iemitsu's description of a ditzy wife. Yes, that's probably what happened. I should go directly to the Sawada's and get this cleared up.

He's at their front step five minutes later, using secret routes and tunnels that only Reborn knows about. He rings the doorbell and waits patiently. The door opens to reveal a plain-looking housewife. This must be Nana. "Oh, dear. Are you lost?" Nana asks, wiping her hands on her apron.

"I'm the home tutor, Reborn."

She puts a hand to her face. "From that flyer? Well, I didn't know you would be coming here, I didn't sign up for your services, after all." She didn't want it in the first place? Reborn thinks. Unexpected, but I can work with that. I'm not the Greatest Hitman in the World for no reason, after all.

"Oh, but I was sent by your husband, Iemitsu. You see, he was worried about how his family was doing, and I volunteered to go and visit. He also mentioned that your son, Tsuna, struggled in academics so I kindly offered to help in that area as well," Reborn says with a charming smile.

"Well, if you put it that way…" Nana trails off. "Tsu-kun isn't home yet, but you can come inside and wait. He usually gets back around five."

He's seated in a plushy sofa along with a freshly brewed cup of tea. He prefers espresso, but he supposes that this will do. No need to be rude to a lady who has nothing to do with the criminal world. Reborn scans the room, looking for any clues as to what Sawada is doing this late. Curiously enough, there's signs of cracked furniture and - is that blood on the counter? It could be Sawada's apparent clumsiness…

"You see," Nana begins, sitting across from him, "as long as Tsu-kun is happy, I'm not too concerned about his grades. He used to be bullied a lot. He would come home every day with bruises and all that. He insisted that he just tripped, but I knew better than that."

"Used to?"

Nana brightens up, her smile radiating flowers and sparkles. "He made a friend! Maybe you know him, he's famous around here. Hibari Kyouya? Kyou-kun has been helping Tsu-kun defend himself from those mean bullies!" At this point, she mimes a punch. "Boom! It makes me so happy that my son finally got a friend!"

Hibari Kyouya, Reborn muses. Son of deceased police officers, known for keeping the peace in Namimori. How did someone with the nickname of 'Tuna-fish' get the attention of someone like that? He snaps his attention back to Nana when she says, "It seems like he's getting into a lot of trouble recently, though. The accusations are kind of funny, they're saying that my sweet Tsu-kun has been biting people! Can you imagine that?"

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Yes, Reborn can imagine that. It might have something to do with Sawada lunging at him with lightning speed, mouth wide open. He immediately leaps away, of course. He's not going to be bit by some pipsqueak of a brat. He kicks Sawada on the head, knocking the brat out.

He has to leap back again when a black blur rushes at him, tonfas extended. So. This is the infamous Hibari Kyouya, he thinks as he weaves between blows. Somehow, Nana hasn't come to check on the commotion at her front door.

"Quit it," he orders, bopping Hibari on the head.

The boy snarls and says, "He fainted."

"Don't be so melodramatic." Reborn rolls his eyes. Kids. Nevermind that he is currently in the body of an infant. "...You still here?" Hibari huffs and regards him silently. Reborn almost laughs at the pitiful attempt of emitting killing intent. He doesn't, but it takes a will of iron to resist.

Ten minutes later, Sawada is awake and looks at Reborn with a sense of respect. He preens inwardly. Damn brats these days didn't know how to give him proper respect. It's nice to be treated how you're supposed to be treated.

Eyes shining, Sawada goes, "That's a-amazing! I was knocked out just like that!"

"Why do you sound so happy?" Hibari asks, disgruntled.

"Because that means he's even stronger than you, Carnivore-senpai!" And wow, did Sawada actually go around calling the Hibari kid "Carnivore-senpai?" Hibari turns his head away. It's obvious that he's sulking but not trying to show it, but Reborn can read his body language well enough.

"I'm from the mafia. Sawada Tsunayoshi is to become the head of the Vongola, the most prosperous mafia family there is."

"That's great..?" Sawada says uncertainly.

"It is, you should be honored to be the heir," Reborn agrees.

Sawada pales rapidly. "This is a joke, right? Even if I'm a bit stronger now, I can't - I can't just be a criminal!"

"Mafia," Reborn corrects.

"You don't have to do whatever you don't want to do," Hibari puts in. "I can always beat them up for you."

"Thanks," Sawada replies, looking touched. Hibari gives a short nod and strides into the kitchen like he owns the damn place.

"Unfortunately for you and not for me, the only answer is yes," Reborn says. "Let me phrase my earlier response. You're the only heir. You really don't have a choice."

When Sawada lets out a screech of dismay, Reborn can kind of see why Iemitsu rants about his son's 'unmanliness.' At least he knew how to defend himself, even though the method is a little unhygienic.