A/N: …I will just apologize and won't say excuses. Oh, and thank the lovely reviews! :D It made my heart jump in glee! *bows*

This chapter is especially dedicated to all those who reviewed, added to alerts and favorites, and those new silent readers.

Warning: Bad grammar, OOC, and a large variety of colorful words (thanks to Squalo and Gokudera.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Oh... and my computer died... yet once again. In which the first chapter to one of my new stories died along with it... life is sad... isn't it?

Oh! I know some might be wondering by now if Tsuna already knows about him being a Mafia Boss. Well, not yet. I'm planning by chapter 14 for the Ninth to make his appearance and call Tsunayoshi into his office to 'break the news' about that subject. Reborn will also be there with them, but will be silent through all the conversation. And after that we'll restart the training of Tsukunikuns from zero! Now, won't that be enjoyable? :D

Okay! To the chapter!

Enjoy!

Chapter 12: The Arrival

Tsuna sneezed. He sniffled.

"It's cold…" he muttered under his breath. His teeth were clanking a bit from the cold breeze and he hugged his torso, trying to warm himself up.

"You idiots!" a certain Right-Hand man cursed, leaping out of his seat "Turn down the fucking A/C! Can't you see the Tenth is cold?" Did I mention he had the belt on?

"Ha-hi…!" Haru exclaimed, "Don't worry Tsuna-san! Haru will get you a blanket!" and she too leapt out of her seat; undoing her seatbelt first, of course. She ran in search for the object.

"Tsuna-nii is ranked 27th in the list of not catching colds very often." Fuuta informed with a small smile on his lips.

"That's EXTREME Sawada!" Ryohei roared with a wide grin in his face, throwing his hands up in the air. The actions made his little sister giggle as she slightly covered her mouth with her hand.

"Lambo-san hardly gets sick…" said boy whispered to himself, looking out of the window with a pout on his lips.

"Are there blankets here?" Haru muttered as she checked in a small closet.

Kyoko noticed her friend throwing everything out of the small cabinet, "Haru-chan," she sweetly called the young lady. But she was too busy doing a quest for his beloved Tsuna-san and invading the cabinet, "Why don't you ask the flight attendant for a blanket?" Kyoko questioned.

"That won't be good!"

"Why not Haru-chan?" the orange haired female asked confused, question marks appearing over her head.

"Because…" Haru stopped her actions and turned her body slowly towards Kyoko's direction. Her eyes were being shadowed by her bangs, which made Kyoko worry a bit. But her concern disappeared when Haru looked up with determination at her. "Haru will be the wife of a Mafia Boss! So! Haru has to look for a blanket for Tsuna-san by herself!" She exclaimed happily and ran to another direction, in search for the cursed piece of cloth. Kyoko blinked a couple of times before she giggled.

"Here you go." A nice flight attendant bowed a bit and gave a couple of Gyuuza-bun on a plate to the young girl who asked them.

"Xie-xie," I-Pin kindly took the plate filled with the treat from the hands of the other female. She looked up and smiled at the young lady, earning a polite smile in return from the young woman.

"How about here?" Haru muttered, checking under the seats.

"My~" Nana cooed, watching every single one of the friends of Tsuna and the small children under her care enjoying the company of the other. "What an unexpected vacation!" She said with glee as she cupped her cheek with her hand. Turning her face to where her husband was sitting next to her, she gave a wide, happy smile at him, "Isn't it great Iemitsu?"

"It certainly is Nana!" He smiled brightly at her wife. Not long after she turned around and had her attention on the kids, Iemitsu's smile slowly dropped as his brown eyes got clouded with uneasiness and worry. He turned towards the window, hoping the large clouds floating outside would lift his spirits up. But, what he didn't notice were the certain auburn eyes glancing at him from the rim of their eyes; watching him dejectedly and worried. Nana's smile disappeared and began wondering what her husband was so worried about.

Bianchi noticed the sudden change from the married couple. Maybe Mamma would talk with her about it. Bianchi turned her attention to her half-brother; who was still up and going, cursing and demanding the pilots to lower the A/C. "Hayato," Bianchi called, "Sit down and buckle up," she ordered, "If you don't, you'll—"

CRASH

"UGH!"

"…Never mind."

"Haha, that's gotta hurt!" Yamamoto laughed.

In a flash, the bomb expert was up on his feet with a pale hand touching the bump he received in his forehead from crashing into a cart filled with beverages and snacks. The small wound was red and looked like it was bleeding a bit, but he ignored the pain flowing from his forehead and turned around to glare at Yamamoto. He growled at the baseball lover before he began with his curses. But of course, he spluttered first.

"Y-Y-You…!" his free hand formed a fist and within second, the knuckles turned white from the seething force. "You shut the hell up baseball freak!" But Yamamoto waved off his threat with his trademark laugh.

Tsuna sniffled again and he sighed. I think my family doesn't know the word silence, he thought before he turned his head to glace at the large hallway behind of him; it was a bit dim and had a couple of doors that lead to god knows where.

He began wondering how Spanner and Irie were copping as he stared at the first door on the left. They apologized to him, saying they couldn't be with him since they had to work on some projects they left unfinished before the incident happened. It was something between mechanical robots and blueprints; not to mention coffee and lots and lots of lollipops. The pair bid farewell and declared they'll stop working just before they arrive at the mansion. Tsuna wished them luck and pleaded them not to overwork themselves.

And he sneezed again.

Tsuna clenched his eyes tightly as he sniffled one more time, turning his head away from the hallway whilst he did this. He brought his legs up and hugged them tightly with his cold arms. He placed his chin over his knees and tightened his hold. Ahh… so cold… The same girl who went last night to visit him was here too; just… away from everyone else… in another room. He greeted her when he saw her, but she flushed incredibly and muttered a shy 'Good day, Boss', clenching the trident she was holding. She turned on her heels and attempted to walk towards the airplane since she was raided by a cheerful Kyoko and a hyper Haru.

He tightened his embrace of his legs.

Now what really freaked him out and scared him enough to pee in his trousers was… Hibari Kyouya.

Tsuna shivered at thinking that name.

Yes, he knew who he was. After seeing him for the smallest second, he freaked out and nearly peed on the spot where he stood (as we mentioned before). Not only that, he magically slipped over nothing and fell into the ground, hitting his already wounded cranium. But soon as his head made contact with the floor, a small blast of a short but meaningful memory came rushing into his head, making him remember a little bit from the dangerous prefect.

What was that he remembered, you ask? Well…

Running away from him, screaming bloody murder as he heard Hibari say: I'll bite you to death herbivore, with tonfas on the hands of the latter and sprinting towards him.

A very meaningful memory.

Tsuna didn't notice everyone moving back and forth, trying to help him up and screeching questions of him being all right. But what he did notice were the eyes of the Head of the Disciplinary Committee along with another pair of eyes; which were the eyes of Hibaris' most trusted subordinate, Kusukabe.

Brown eyes made contact with the grayish-blue eyes. And after long moments Tsuna gave a small hesitant smile at Hibari, which made the prefect's lips twitch slightly before he turned around on his heels and strolled towards the aircraft. Tsuna blinked and stared at the back of the prefect. Well, he couldn't be that bad since he didn't took out his tonfas and sprinted towards him. A huge body came into his line of sight, making Tsuna blink a couple of times before he looked up to see who it was; just to be Kusakabe. Tsuna smiled at him also and the other male returned the smile without hesitation.

The Head of the Discipline Committee along with his most trusted subordinate disappeared into a completely different room.

His eye twitched.

Just how many rooms were there in this airplane?

Spanner and Irie were using one, Chrome another one, Hibari a different one and—Oh, he forgot about him…

Reborn

He was using the last one (he hoped it was the last one).

The man claimed he was 'tired' (He looked completely fine, maybe it was just an excuse?) and did not want anyone disrupting his 'resting' time (Yup, an excuse to get away from this chaos). Bianchi did not follow him since he made sure to let everyone know if he was disturbed, they'll face the consequences of doing so.

What he still didn't understand by their meeting was the man being a Tutor and a Hitman. If he may ask… a Tutor for who? Was he really the baby from the short memory he remembered? If so, why was he an adult? And the being a Hitman part? What is that?

Tsuna shook his head to the sides viciously. I got to stop thinking about that! Somewhat he scolded himself. He was already getting a headache again from the thought regarding the strange meeting. The former closed his eyes. He felt the incoming mucus yet for the fifth time already and he sniffled with force, in hopes of stopping his runny nose.

He sighed; he just hopes they'll arrive soon.

The door to one of the rooms opened slightly, and a dark figure exited the room with a blanket folded neatly on his arms. The mysterious figure closed the door behind him. He turned around and walked down the hallway, towards the noisy Family of the Tenth. He halted his steps when he was right behind the chair where Tsuna was seated. Carefully, he unfolded the blanket, and slowly, to not alarm the auburn haired male, he let it fall over the shoulders of the latter.

A soft, white blanket fell over his shoulders. Tsuna blinked a couple of times before he looked up to see the one responsible. A shiver ran down his spine and back up just from making contact with those black copper eyes; which were staring down at his cold form.

"We don't want the next Boss catching a cold," Reborn smirked, "Now, do we?"

Oddly, all the chattering, screaming and fighting stopped, leaving an uncomfortable silence instead. Everyone froze, waiting for the worst. Was it him, or was the room much colder than before?

But, the only one brave enough to cut short the silence was—

"My~ Reborn-kun—"

Yes, it was Nana, the mother of the Tenth Generation Boss.

"—have you rested up?" She asked with a bright smile.

The guts the woman has. The guts I tell you!

"Yes, Mamma—"he paused, "…Nana-san."

"My~ I told you Reborn-kun," Was she pouting? "It's okay to call me Mamma!" But luckily, the pout was replaced by a small frown.

"Oh no, I'm too old to be calling you Mamma Nana-san."

"…Alright," the frown disappeared and a smile formed on her lips, "But you must remove the '–san', it makes me feel old!" She scolded slightly before she giggled.

Reborn chuckled, "If you insist."

"So… Reborn-san!" the silver haired male called eagerly once Nana and Reborn finished their conversation, "Are we almost there?"

Reborn turned his attention to the Storm Guardian, before he smirked at him and confirmed his question, "We're already here Gokudera."

Xanxus' growl intensified when the airplane filled with bratty trashes could be seen in the distance. He clenched his forearms in anger and leaned further into the comfy chair he was sitting on under the nice shade of a large carp. His Guardians seemed to notice the increase of rumble in the back of his throat, since they turned their heads towards his way, just to see the appearing of the scars on his face. Detecting his glare directed at something in the far away sky, simultaneously they turned their heads at where the eyes of their Boss were looking intently at; immediately seeing, a private jet.

"Shishi, they're here." Belphegor announced the obvious as he took out of nowhere, a bunch of knives with a large Cheshire-like smile.

Fran stared at the airplane.

"VOOOI! Took them long enough! The fuckin' brats!"

"Finally~ My dear Ryo-kun~!"

Levi grumbled something under his breath.

"Yare, Yare… I don't quite understand why all of you are so excited."

The newest member heard the small snickers that left the mouth of the Storm Guardian. He glanced from the corner of his eyes, at his senpai; who was touching with his free hand the pointy ends of the knives he was holding. And the actions of the latter made Fran sigh.

"Oi, fallen Prince," Fran called Belphegor. He turned his head sideways to get a glimpse of the one he called, "What are you planning to do with those knives?"

"Shishi, are you curious little frog?"

"Of course," Fran turned his attention to the coming jet, "I don't want to receive more of those things you call weapons into my hat…" he absentmindedly brought a hand towards his hat and gave a couple of pats to it, "It harms what little cells are left inside of my brain from your abuse." Belphegor's eye twitched a bit as a wide, angry vein popped out on his head.

"Shishi, I see." He said angrily and threw the seven knives he was holding at the poor head of the newest member of the Varia. Unfortunately, one took another direction, and headed towards our poor Squalo. He was too busy cursing his luck by babysitting the Family of the Tenth that didn't notice the knife, until it was a few inches away from his face.

"V-VOOI!" He yelped and barely dodged the sharp knife, "You fuckin' brat!" He turned around and stomped his feet in anger. With his left arm up in the air, he began waving the fake hand with the sword on it. "Bel! One of these days, you'll lose that hand you shitty brat!"

"Shishi, look who's talking," he retorted and ignored any further words of the swordsman. Belphegor gave his signature laugh at the fallen body of Fran, which was bleeding from where the knives were lodged in the hat and seemed as he was unconscious. But he suddenly stopped when the body began to dissolve into nothing, slowly disappearing into mist.

"You missed fake Prince." Belphegor turned to where the voice came just to see Fran standing next to a floating Marmon. The Prince cursed the frog, but stopped when he heard Marmon huffing at him.

"Yare, Yare, it's incredible you couldn't see pass that illusion Bel," he turned his attention at the person next him and sighed. He took out a good amount of Euros bills, neatly wrapped up with an elastic band from his cape. "I guess you won this time Fran." And he gave the money to said person.

A small smile grew on the lips of Fran as he accepted the money and started counting it. "It's a pleasure doing business with you Marmon-senpai."

Marmon sighed.

"Ohh!" Lussuria squealed, which captured the attention of his allies that were under the large carp. "They're landing!" He chanted happily, twirling on his spot from happiness. The rest of the Varia turned their heads to the private airplane that was slowly lowering in the distance to touch the floor. Its' velocity reduced as he came nearer and nearer to where they were situated. And after a few minutes, it stopped directly in front of them, maintaining a short distance from the group.

Squalo folded his arms in front of his chest and frowned.

Marmons' floating figure approached Belphegor.

Fran followed Marmon and stood next to him.

Belphegor snickered as he took out more knives from his clothes.

Levi grunted and remained next to Xanxus.

Xanxus glared with all his might at the airplane that stopped not very far from them. And after a short period of time— which was infernal to the Varia members— the hatch slowly began to descend. That was the cue for Xanxus to stand up from where he was seated. He walked past all his Guardians and firmly stopped when he was ahead of the rest of the Varia.

Well, if I can't kill anyone—

The first to walk down the stairs was—

—I can still torture them and show them hell.

—the Tenth Boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi

Xanxus smirked at that thought.

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A/N: This chapter was enjoyable to type! :D I love writing about the Varia!

Next Chapter: The Chaos

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