A/N: *yawns* I apologize. *yawns even more* Sorry, but I'm currently back in school. If you want to know why I didn't update a couple of weeks ago, was because this chapter was a bit hard to type out. *yawn* I am sleepy, and falling asleep as I did a small proof read for the chapter.

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Chapter 16: The 'Heart-Warming' Reunion

The barrage of a bullet resonated within the private forest surrounding the main Headquarters of the Vongola Family. The projectile fired lodged itself in the log of an old oak-tree, not too far away from the man responsible of the shooting. The bullet left yet another round hole on the plank of the large tree along with a thin trail of smoke coming out of the small puncture.

Lowering his revolver, Reborn gritted his teeth in anger. The Hitman had believed firing bullets randomly would help his frustration to lesser, even for a tiny bit. But the idea wasn't working. He was failing, and greatly. From the start he didn't feel his anger reducing. Instead, it was growing with each bullet he fired. The reason of him getting angrier must be from wasting ammunition irrationally. Reborn approached the log of the large tree. His eyes roamed over the wood pierced by multiple bullet holes, trying to count the amount of ammunition he had wasted in the last hour.

…A lot.

Gritting his teeth for a different reason now, he turned around on his heels and walked away from the place.

Yup, it was from wasting ammunition unreasonably.

Putting the safety hold to his gun, Reborn opened his suit jacket and slipped the glock inside the gun strap under his arm. He walked towards a soil trail between the trees a few feet away from him. The small path directs him to the outside of the shadowy woods, not to mention also to the gardens of Headquarters. The Hitman didn't stop his fast paced walk for nothing; even when his black leather shoes got a bit spoiled from dirt and mud. However, after getting further away from his shooting range, he did slow his pace a bit as he began to neatly close his expensive jacket suit and check the hour with his golden wrist watch. The rest should be here by now. He thought as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

In the midst of his walking, Reborn's eyebrow suddenly twitched for the umpteenth time this day. He had unconsciously recalled the reason for him to waste such a big amount of ammunition on an unanimated object.

Tsuna, his No Good student, was to babysit a psychopath and murderer who went by the name of Rokudo Mukuro; former enemies with Tsuna and an ex-convict. And when he said babysit, he mean it. Tsuna must have his eyes on Mukuro, watching every single movement the other made. Worst of all, Tsuna will be held responsible for every action his Mist Guardian does, be it good or bad.

Outrageous.

Reborns' eyes narrowed to slits at thinking of the particular condition. Oh, it was particular alright. Particularly insane!

The Ninth had informed the amount of time given to Tsuna for him to think about it. …A week. The Vendicare gave Tsuna a week to carefully think about the condition? To think the pros and cons he would get from this? To think the 'what ifs'. What if Mukuro attacked him? What if he attacked another Mob Family not being the Vongola? What if Mukuro succeeded in taking over the body of Tsuna? But what if— And what if— Besides, what if—

Reborn sighed.

That explained why his No Good student seemed to be out of it— more than usual— over a month ago. Tsuna seemed… out of it in a particular week. It went as far for him stopping freaking out when Reborn stole his food from his plate, right under his nose. Tsuna only hummed to himself and asked for more when that happened. Sometimes, he even didn't ask for more. He simply stared at his empty plate, thanked for the food before he excused himself from the table to disappear to his room. When that happened, it worried Nana and the kids; even Bianchi and him.

Another good example was when they studied together for the upcoming test at that Friday or went through the daily homework of Tsuna. One day out of that week, they were doing homework, math homework and Tsuna had used the wrong formula to answer a math problem. It was weird for his student to be unfocused while doing homework, the Hitman had thought as soon as he noticed the mistake. Reborn didn't point it out to his student; hoping the latter would notice it by his own. Well he wasn't going to point every single mistake when Tsuna turned into a Boss. Sure he could help him, but he couldn't make the decision for him. When Tsuna didn't do anything and stared at the table slightly distracted with his eyes a bit clouded, Reborn took a grenade out of nowhere. It was very rare when this happened, even more so when it was math and before finals. So to punish Tsuna from doing this, Reborn removed the safety pin and shamelessly placed the grenade over the notebook in front of Tsuna; as if it was any other object and not a grenade. Getting up to his feet, Reborn swiftly left the room and closed the door behind him.

A large boom made the house shake slightly.

When Reborn didn't hear a shriek or a grunt of pain from inside the bedroom, it made him a little anxious. Thinking he killed his student and the next Boss for the Family without any other candidate, it worried him even (a bit) more. Bringing a hand to the door knob, Reborn slowly turned the knob. He expected a severely wounded Tsuna, crying in pain. But that wasn't what he saw. What he saw was a Tsuna covered in black ashes from the explosion, with the tips of his hair slightly burned and his clothes tattered by the explosion. Tsuna was still sitting where he left him and there still was that dazed looked on his face. It was almost as if he didn't felt the explosion in front of him. The only reaction he got afterwards was a small hum in return. And not too long after, a stupid apologize when he noticed the mistake after snapping out of his daze.

But not only at home was he like that.

Gokudera had mentioned to him his Boss seemed a bit distracted in school also. The bomb expert and the baseball lover went to ask him if he knew about Tsuna's sudden change. The both of them looked quite anxious about it. He asked them how so and they began to tell him how his student was acting at school. Yamamoto began with Tsuna just humming when the teachers called him, either by the attendance list or telling him to answer a question or problem. Gokudera informed of Tsuna ignoring the bullies ("They're bastards who are just jealous of the Tenth!" As Gokudera likes to address them whenever he has a chance)like usual and hummed in return. But what worried him was Tsuna not telling him to calm down and chuckle at his short temper when he threatened the bullies ("Jealous bastards!") with his lit dynamites; Tsuna didn't do anything and continued to look out of the window.

But what worried them the most was when Tsuna accidently bumped into the chest of Hibari in the hallway. Yamamoto and Gokudera were right behind him when that happened. They expected Tsuna to apologize and try to make a bit of conversation for the raven haired to make him forget the small bump but if that didn't worked out, he could just mention the name of Reborn and make him forget.

What did their friend shocked them greatly. He didn't apologize like they thought he would. Instead, he went around the Cloud Guardian and continued his path.

The action made Hibari give a small questioning glance at retreading figure of Tsuna, almost unnoticeable, before he attacked. He swiftly turned around on his heels and walked towards the distracted Tsuna. He took his tonfas out of nowhere and when he was close enough from his target— he tonfa'd him.

Tsuna didn't squeak in surprise when the tonfa made contact with his head and remained where he was on the ground without moving an inch. The action of the Head of the Disciplinary Committee made Gokudera explode. The silver haired took out a couple of bombs from his pockets with a hand while the other lit a new cigarette. He approached Hibari, screaming profanities to his life and name in the progress. Yamamoto skillfully avoided the two fighters by going around them and went to check his friend. As the Rain Guardian knelt next to Tsuna, he absentmindedly dodged a bomb followed by a tonfa. He called his friend who seemed a bit dazed and was staring at the ceiling as if Hibari didn't get him with his tonfa.

That sole action of Tsuna worried everyone even more. Probably Hibari too… but who knows?

As he began to remember that week with Tsuna acting strange, he already reached the end of the woods and the gardens of the Headquarters. Noticing the change of scenery, Reborn headed towards a pair of glass doors in the distance. Once he was in front of the twin doors, he took a hand out of his pocket and reached for the golden handle of the door. Opening it, he entered the room. But it wasn't a room; it was a small private library. Shelves covered the walls and were filled by different kinds of books perching on them; from encyclopedias to dictionaries of different languages. But it was mostly filled by books with history of previous Bosses, of the Vongola itself and others Families; even a couple of books which were about how the Mafia had started. A pair of round tables with a chair or two with them decorated the large room. The round tables were next to the large windows; to allow the person who sat on one of the chairs, to stare to the garden outside.

Ignoring the large library in front of him, Reborn headed to the white wooden door on the other side of the room. He opened the door which leaded him to the large room Tsuna and he faced upon entering the mansion (the exact same large room Tsuna ogled like an excited toddler). Once closing the white door behind him, he directed his steps to the double doors across from the stairs.

Reborn opened the doors, just to meet with the faces of the Family of Tsuna.

"Reborn-san!" the voice of an excited Gokudera called him.

Well, I was right. They already arrived.

Reborn turned his head to where the voice came from, just to see an unclean and somewhat injured Gokudera. His suit had several slashes, but most of them were small. The suit was stained with dirt along with blood… Was he missing a sleeve from his jacket suit? His black tie was missing and the first two buttons of his red dress shirt were undone. The platinum hair was almost gray from rolling on the dirtied ground and it was unarranged. His face was covered a bit by dirt and there was a small cut under his right eye.

But Gokudera wasn't the only one untidy.

In fact, the rest of the Guardians were as messy as him (except Chrome [Hibari was already inside the mansion, resting on the private room the Ninth gave him; after all, he arrived before Tsuna and him]). Yamamoto didn't have his jacket suit on; it was peacefully resting on top of his shoulder. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows and the blue dress shirt didn't even looked blue, it looked purple from the blood oozing out from a large gash on his chest and a smaller one from his back; it didn't look too serious though. He was standing behind Gokudera, laughing with Iemitsu (since he couldn't say they were talking) about something they both found funny.

Ryohei didn't even have his jacket or shirt on; it was almost like he was doing an exhibition of his own wounded body. He had a couple of hits here and there, but it wasn't too serious either. The boxer expert was shadow boxing next to Yamamoto and Iemitsu; screaming 'extreme' every now and then. The youngest Guardian of them all seemed as if he got electrocuted by thousands of eels. Weird enough, his clothes remained unharmed; yes, it was dirtied, but it didn't have gashes. His face was darkened with dark stains and the sizzling of lightning was coming out of his hair; it looked pretty much like the afro he had when he was younger. And there also were the dried trails from his previous crying. Lambo was standing idly next to the place Gokudera was standing before he appeared. The eyes of the Thunder Guardian were clouded and his mouth agape; he looked exhausted.

Oh, the Varia is here too. Reborn noticed. After observing the dirtied Guardians, he saw the Squad standing as far away as they could from the Guardians of his student; with murderous intents coming from Xanxus and Squalo. The ones who fought were in the exact same conditions as the messy Guardians; some of them were more wounded than the Guardians.

Lussuria seemed perfectly normal if you ignored the red, throbbing blow his cheek received and the missing of his black undershirt. He was looking at himself with a hand-mirror, touching the wounded cheek with his free hand as he pouted a bit. Levi's hair was straighter than normal and the sizzling of lightning appeared every now and then too. His umbrellas were ruined by the large holes on them along with his clothes burned here and there. Belphegor's tiara was sliced in two and the Prince seemed pretty upset about it; he had a large scowl on his face as he stared at the sliced tiara in his hands. Reborn guessed one of Belphegor's knives got thrown back at him with the wonderful help of Gokudera. His purple black stripped shirt had a good amount of crimson liquid on it and his boots had grey smudges instead of being all white. The self proclaimed Prince seemed less worried about his own pain and stained shirt and more worried about his Tiara and long bangs; of which were a bit burned on the ends. Squalo… Reborn grimaced a bit at the shark lover. The long haired male looked like the whole world went against him with torches and pointy tridents.

That's how bad he looked.

"Huh?" Gokudera had approached Reborn when the latter was too busy observing the fighting addicts. He looked behind Reborn, trying to see if his Boss was with him. Noticing he wasn't there to greet them, Gokudera looked up to see the face of the Hitman and asked. "Where is the Tenth?"

The voice of Gokudera brought Reborn out of the examination he was doing on the untidy members of the Varia. Turning his attention to Gokudera and the others, he parted his lips and said: "Let's get you lot cleaned up." Once he ignored his question, Reborn turned on his heels and walked pass the opened doors to the 19th century Mansion. Gokudera stared at the back of the Hitman surprised. Reborn just avoided his question! He had realized gapping. He followed the male to the inside of the house without a second thought. The silver haired did not realize the others who were at his heels nor did he care. Following him up the flight of stairs, Gokudera opened his mouth to ask once again, but Reborn beat him to it.

"He's in his private room at the moment." The Tutor informed as he continued walking up the stairs, "Before you can plead me to take you to him, let's get you and the others cleaned up. You'll all filthy." Gokudera grimaced along with the other Guardians. "After you get cleaned up… we'll have a meeting with him."

"Of course Reborn-san!" the silver haired eagerly said; you could almost see dog ears and a dog tail-waging popping out of nowhere. Not long after Gokudera answered eagerly, Reborn stopped his steps. The rest of the Guardians stopped too and stared at the back of the Hitman in question.

"Just…" The Hitman started, "Be prepared for anything." He warned after long seconds of silence and he resumed in leading the others to their own rooms after the warning.

"Ha-hi!" Haru squealed with astonishment, "This room is so big!" She pointed the obvious. Running to one of the beds inside the room, she threw herself over it. "Haru feels like a princess!" She muttered with her face against the mattress; giggling, like a little girl. She stood up on the bed and claimed the bed where she was standing on.

Kyoko giggled at her friend's behavior and walked further inside of the room. Glancing at the walls and expensive looking furniture, she walked towards to the bed closest to the window. She sat on the mattress, caressing the silky sheet under her. "Then this will be my bed." Kyoko declared with a soft smile on her thin lips.

"I'll get the last bed!" I-Pin stated as she ran towards the bed; placing a small backpack over the edge of the mattress before climbed on the bed.

Nana giggled at the scene; cupping her cheek and tilting her face to the side as she observed the three younger girls. Bianchi was standing next to her; crossing her arms in front of her chest as she gazed at the scene occurring inside of the room.

"Dinner will be at seven my ladies." A young man wearing black trousers, a white sleeved dress shirt and a grey waistcoat, informed. It was a young butler. He was the one who received them upon arriving at the mansion; shame it wasn't Tsuna/Reborn who received them, Haru and Bianchi thought respectively. The two doors had opened by themselves when Bianchi reached the golden handle to open them and Haru squeaked in surprise when they opened. The one responsible for the act was this young butler by the name of Isaac. He was the one to greet them and lead them to their rooms.

Haru squealed upon hearing the word 'my ladies' as I-Pin blushed a bit from being referred to but Kyoko blinked at the word.

"Someone will direct you to the Dinner Hall before the time stated." He bowed, "Please excuse me." With that said the male reached for the doors and closed them; leaving the only ladies of the Family of Tsuna inside the room.

Not long after the man disappeared into the hallway, Bianchi too excused herself and took Nana with her; proclaiming they will be having a conversation about love. Kyoko waved goodbye as Haru shouted to the four winds good luck to the two women from where she stood on the bed. I-Pin got down from the bed and began exploring the room and the bathroom. She exclaimed when the bathroom was huge only to receive a whoop of happiness in return from Haru.

Haru let herself, fall onto the bed and lightly bounced a few times when her body made contact with the mattress. She grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and hugged it tightly to her chest. Sighing loudly, she stared at Kyoko; who was still sitting on the edge of the bed and was observing the designs and paintings on the ceiling.

"Kyoko-chan," Haru called after long seconds of silence. Kyoko turned her attention to the brown haired girl. "Chrome seemed pretty anxious about something; don't you think?"

"It wasn't only me." Kyoko agreed as she began playing with the sheet over the bed. "I would think it had something to do with Tsuna-kun."

"Ha-hi!" the brown haired girl quickly sat on the bed, "Does Chrome-chan love Tsuna-san also?" Haru cried, hugging tighter the poor pillow under her grasp.

Kyoko blinked from the sudden outburst of her otaku friend, giggling a short moment after. "No, no. She doesn't love him." Kyoko quickly calmed the other. I think… But she wasn't so sure about it. Sure, Chrome blushed around him a bit and stuttered a couple of times, but she wasn't in love with Tsuna. What she did know of Chrome was about her being bashful around Tsuna. She guessed it had something to do about him being the only one accepting or believing her about her being his Mist Guardian. Kyoko pushed away her previous thoughts of Chrome liking Tsuna that way and smiled at her conclusion. Yup, it's definitely the reason.

"Oh!" Haru exclaimed, letting go of the air she didn't know she was absentmindedly holding in; "Haru didn't like the thought about Haru and Chrome being love rivals!" She sighed in relief as she placed a hand over her heart and closed her eyes. Her antics made Kyoko giggle a bit. "Then?" Haru opened her eyes after her heart calmed down, "Why does Kyoko-chan, said it had something to do with Tsuna-san?"

"Hmm… I don't really know…A feeling?" Kyoko prompted.

"Haru-san! Kyoko-san! Come look at the bathroom!" I-Pin called from inside the restroom.

Haru smiled in glee; "Okay!" she shouted in reply before jumping out of the bed and ran to the inside of the private room.

"Oh! It's huge!"

"Isn't it?"

Kyoko pushed her thoughts aside and decided to join her two roommates in ogling their bathroom.

Reborn walked down the hallway which leads to the room of the aloof Cloud Guardian, Hibari Kyouya.

The Hitman had already taken the Guardians to their own rooms without so much difficulty (except for Gokudera, he had been a handful; oh and let's not forget Lambo [he began crying for some reason and couldn't shut him up]). He didn't even bother to guide the Varia; he knew very well those brutes would just ignore him and decided to just disregard them from the small tour he gave to the worry-wart Guardians. Besides, he's sure the Varia will know how to move by themselves around the Headquarters; probably without much silence and tranquility, but with more brutality and disruptiveness no doubt.

The Guardians didn't took a lot of time at getting cleaned up— probably just Lambo since his hair was a mess. The boys were cleaned up, dressed in a nice expensive suit and a dress shirt of the color they were fond of. Sure, they were clean and all fancy; but they still had bandages and band-aids (Lambo and Ryohei) hidden under their clothes and a couple were in plain view (again, Lambo and Ryohei). The four of them were at the Assembly Hall in this very instant; probably fighting among themselves or sitting on one of the many chairs surrounding the large table like a civilized person (probably only Yamamoto).

The one responsible to take them there had been the Hitman himself. He waited for the others to finish bathing and bandaging themselves out in the hallway. It was fortunate the rooms provided to them were next to each other. Some of them weren't so pleased by the arrangement (Gokudera). But our dear Reborn ignored them by grabbing them by the back of their collar and throwing them to the bedroom; ordering them to get pretty for their Boss in the progress. But that efficiently worked.

Anyhow… that was about a couple of minutes ago. Reborn excused himself after leaving the unruly lot in the Assembly Hall to go and pick up Hibari and their Boss. Lowering his head, he continued his walking as he turned around the corner on his left. His lips grew thin with a small scowl on his face.

Leon noticed the sudden change of his owner. The green grown chameleon blinked its eyes at its owner; somehow asking him why the long face. When it didn't get an answer, it gave a small lick to the cheek of Reborn; but the Hitman didn't acknowledged. Curling his tail in annoyance from getting ignored, Leon turned its head to the side and ignored its owner as well as the dark aura surrounding Reborn.

Leon found the light tangerine wallpaper very interesting.

Reborn clicked his tongue. He still can't find a good reason from getting pushed aside and ignored from the decisions of his student. He found it wrong… Okay, so he himself kept a couple of things from Tsuna, but they were hidden for a very good reason! …Most of them were. The point is: his student hiding the fact of him freeing Mukuro from his imprisoning was wrong.

It was very wrong especially when he ignored how his Guardians would possibly react at the fact of Rokudo Mukuro, once their arch nemesis—well, except for Hibari and probably Gokudera. Hibari still considers Mukuro as his arch nemesis and Gokudera was just a plain man with many grudges. And let's not forget Chrome; she owed her life to Mukuro and doesn't consider Mukuro as her enemy. In the contrary, she absolutely loves and adores him— released by the Vendicare. And the condition for Mukuro to be released was for Tsuna to be with him almost every second of the day. Reborn just can't wait to see the faces of Gokudera and Hibari.

Reborn brought a hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the in coming of a headache from all of this chaos.

There was going to be an all out war.

Tsuna sneezed again for a second time.

"Oya?" Mukuro started.

The owner of the mismatched eyes straightened his stance, releasing the railing of the balcony from his hold to approach the opened glass doors of the balcony. Leaning against the door frame coolly, he folded his arms in front of his chest and stared at Tsuna from where he was standing. The Heir was sitting on the large settee in front of the burnt-out fireplace with his legs up in front of his chest and his chin over his kneecaps while he sniffled. A smirk rolled up on his lips and continued talking; well, mocking in his case. "Getting a cold Tsunayoshi? It's the second sneeze in the last few minutes."

Tsuna turned his head to where the man was and glared at him, hard.

Mukuro chuckled with his eyes closed, "I was just asking." He informed, with his smirk still intact. "But is that's not the case," He said after long seconds of silence, opening his eyes his process of talking, "Perhaps someone is bad mouthing you?"

Tsuna raised an eyebrow at his words. "Why would I get bad mouthed?" He asked, hugging his legs tightly. His eyes roamed to where the white wooden door was; the only exit of the room. Tsuna was still waiting for Reborn to come back, still wondering where he was. Mukuro claimed Reborn didn't tell him where he was headed. He told Tsuna the Arcoballeno had walked out of the room with them but as soon as they reached the end of the hallway, he headed to the opposite direction they took.

The humming of Mukuro interrupted the thoughts of Tsuna; making the latter to glance at Mukuro from the corner of his eyes. "Maybe about the fact of you releasing me from my imprisoning?" Mukuro asked amused. "The Arcoballeno seemed very surprised by your actions; he even looked irritated about it." He chuckled, "Perhaps he was mad about you not telling him about it?" His trademark chuckle echoed inside the silent room. But he stopped halfway through. "Oh, my mistake," he started, "The past you." He mocked again.

A vein popped out of his head in irritation. This man is really vexing… Tsuna thought grimly. The man somehow enjoyed mocking him and teasing him. Mukuro was similar to Reborn in that aspect. After all, the first meeting between him and Reborn— after him forgetting about his memories—, the Hitman seemed as if he was enjoying the state he was; panicked and uneasy about the closeness of the other. Well! He was invading my personal bubble, of course I would panic! The only difference between Mukuro and Reborn was the former not invading his personal bubble… for now at least.

"Well, I don't know why I didn't tell Reborn about it. I should've had a good reason for not telling him." Tsuna muttered in return, annoyance clear in his voice.

"Perhaps," A smirk grew in Mukuro's lips once again at the realization of Tsuna's patience growing thinner by each passing second. "We all know the Arcoballeno can be a bit over protective of you Tsunayoshi. And for you not telling him, it's a way of kicking him and saying don't care." He chuckled, "But he won't actually worry if you don't care. He will just make you care."

Tsuna raised an eyebrow at the words of Mukuro, wondering if Reborn was like Mukuro mentioned him to be. Sure he can be a little bossy, but to that extent?

Blinking in the realization of him forgetting what he had been planning to ask Mukuro, he turned his full attention to the teasing male leaning against the door frame. He really hasn't asked him about how many years he's been inside of that prison and he was really curious. "Hey, Mukuro-san…" Tsuna started slowly.

The other perked up at the suffix added at his name. But before he could reprimand the Heir from adding the suffix and tell him to remove the suffix (as if they were newly acquaintance! Well… to Mukuro they weren't; perhaps "former" enemies, but still not allies), Tsuna beat him to it. "How many years have you been… in that prison?" Tsuna asked carefully, almost a bit hesitantly, thinking if he was meddling into things he shouldn't.

But Mukuro's trademark laugh interrupted his thoughts; "What's this Tsunayoshi?" He started after his snickers ceased, "Hesitant?" His mocking stopped in search for an answer to Tsuna's question. The Tenth Boss gladly let the silence between them grow, while he stared intently into his mismatched eyes. "I would say… about five or six years…" Mukuro muttered as he stared at the ceiling in thought.

"Oh…" Tsuna whispered back. Looking forward, Tsuna focused on what he was staring before with interest; the unlit fireplace. But this time he didn't pay much attention to it since his thoughts got the better of him. He was wondering why Mukuro was sent to prison, but Tsuna didn't have the heart to ask such a personal matter without feeling like a stuck-up witch. He leaned against the divan to get more comfortable. Unconsciously, he began recalling Mukuro's previous words about Reborn; so his thoughts were suddenly centered on the Hitman— who was now his Tutor. Tsuna grimaced at the fact. Being his Tutor… he wondered what kind of… things Reborn will teach him. From what he learned about himself, he already finished his studies. So what else should Reborn tutor him in if he finished high school already? Not only that, the Ninth had told Reborn they should restart with his training again. Training for what exactly? For what would he—

The sound of the door's handle turning and the creak of the door slowly opening made the two males inside the room turn their heads in the direction of the door.

The half of his body entered the room and his eyes wandered inside of the chamber in search of his student. Luckily, he didn't have to look for long; Tsuna was sitting on the settee close to the door. His eyes roamed over the sitting figure if his student; Good, he's not wounded, he thought in relief as he released the air he was absentmindedly holding in.

"Reborn!" Tsuna exclaimed as he jumped out of his seat, almost falling in the progress, but didn't; it was merely a small slip of his foot. He calmly walked up to the Hitman and greeted him.

"I see your still in once piece No Good Tsuna," Reborn's eyes focused on the taller male leaning against the door frame to emphasize his sentence, glaring hard at him in the progress. But what he got in return was a large smirk dancing along the face of Mukuro and a weird, questioning spark in the mismatched eyes of the blue haired male. Reborn narrowed his eyes at the strange tinkle in the others' eyes, almost taking out his gun to question him, demand him to tell him about the scheme Mukuro was planning against his student, but he refrained himself. Tsuna was standing in the middle of the two and he would get in the middle of the cross fire. Not only that, if he shoot Mukuro, the bullet would also injure his student, as small as the blaze from his bullet is. And he would pretty much like the idea of avoiding that. Not that he worries about his student getting injured, but he did forget his memories. Getting wounded by the only person he feels (somewhat) comfortable in this very instant would not be good.

Talking about person…

Almost forgetting why he came in search for his student, he broke the glaring contest against Mukuro and turned his full attention to his amnesic student; who had just questioned his disappearance.

"I went to receive your Guardians at the entrance of the mansion, No Good Tsuna." Well, it was technically true. He considered very wise to hide the fact of him getting angry about being ignored with the actions of Tsuna in releasing Rokudo Mukuro without telling him and the only way for him to vent out all of his frustration, was by wasting bullets in an unanimated object. "And now they have been waiting for us in the Assembly Hall for a while now. Better not have them waiting any longer." Before they destroy the room, Reborn grimaced inwardly at the thought.

Blinking up at his tutor, Tsuna nodded after a short moment; indicating Reborn to take him where his 'Guardians' were. He still didn't know what a Guardian was. Maybe it had something to do with him being a Mafia Boss? He guessed so, since the cloaked strange figure also said something about Cloud Guardian, referring to Hibari-san. Maybe the rest were also his Guardians? Tsuna thought as he crossed his eyes a bit at his thoughts.

Turning on his heels, Reborn was about to walk out of the room. But he suddenly stopped; making Tsuna bump into him for the second time this day. Tsuna rubbed his red nose with his hand and glanced at the male in front of his in confusion. Reborn ignored the questioning look from his student, and looked over his shoulder to stare directly at the still leaning Mukuro against the door frame. Huffing, Reborn ordered.

"When I meant us, you were also included Mukuro."

Smirking like a mad man, Mukuro followed the two out of the room.

Gokudera was pacing restlessly inside of the Assembly Room, cursing all the gods out there for the unknown disappearance of his Tenth. The silver haired male was very much preoccupied for his Boss. They had arrived for almost forty minutes ago and been here for the past thirty minutes with still no sign of their friend and to be Boss. And honestly, it was not good for his heart.

Yamamoto was sitting on one of the black comfy chairs on the sides of the long table, minding his own business. The man was keeping himself busy by wiping his sword from the dried blood and dirt on it with the help of a piece of cloth; which it was very expensive looking if you asked me. A big wide smile was stretched on his lips as he carefully and lovingly wiped his sword from the stains of his previous fight. He thought ignoring the pacing Gokudera would prevent him and the others by getting into a fight they didn't want to; and that he was true in. Besides, everyone must be as tired as he is and would prefer a little quiet time.

Ryohei was standing also, but as far as way from Gokudera as possible. He did not want to get associated with the hot head, octopus haired man in this instant. If he did… well, let's just say they would all face the wrath of the kid, Reborn. The boxer was currently rewrapping his wrists and knuckles with new and clean bandages, since the last ones were dirty from blood and mud. Once he finished wrapping his knuckles, he gave a last stretch to the strap of the bandage to confirm its firmness before he made a small knot. When the knot was strongly made, he did a right jab and started his shadow boxing.

Lambo was sitting across from Yamamoto. The young boy was happily playing the video game Tsuna bought him a while back along with the newest transportable game console in the market. Tsuna claimed it was for his good grades in school, but Tsuna wasn't that stupid to not know he had average grades. He had pointed it out to the to-be-Boss and received a small chuckle along with a small pat for his head. Tsuna had a guilty smile on his face and said he had caught him. It wasn't for his grades; he just wanted to give it to him for trying his best at school. And besides, Lambo couldn't actually say no to the newest transportable console right? He had to brag about to those wanna-losers in school. Lambo grinned as he recalled the memory; the look on their faces was absolutely priceless. Being so into the video game, he ignored everything and everyone around him.

Chrome was sitting two chairs away from Lambo, fidgeting on her seat and playing with the edges of her white dress with her hands. A lock of her purple hair came into her vision, which she brought a hand up and placed the offending lock of hair behind her ear absentmindedly. Crossing her eyebrows together in anxiousness, she closed her single eye as she once again tried to contact Mukuro. Since last night, she couldn't talk to him anymore, as if some kind of interference was in the way of her calling Mukuro. Chrome took a deep breath and tried to calm herself; getting worried and restless won't get her anywhere. With that set in her mind, she tried to remember in the last couple of days she talked to him.

The last real (as in long) conversation she had with him was when Boss was announced found and somewhat healthy. Mukuro had only chuckled at her relief and told her: That's good. The next day, she and the other Guardians were given a ticket to a private airplane. She went along also, but hidden from everyone else with the help of her illusions and didn't talk to Mukuro to not raise alarm within the others. Once arrived the following day, Mukuro had called her to inform her to give his regards to the other, since he wouldn't be able to make an appearance of himself to greet Tsunayoshi. She did the favor for Mukuro. After doing so, she called him, to inform she had already made her visit to her Boss and to confirm their suspicions towards the memory loss of her Boss, Tsunayoshi.

But she only received silence in return.

The other half of the Guardian Mist was very worried about her savior. What if something happened to him? She would never forgive herself if that was the case; not only her, but Ken and Chikusa wouldn't also. Once again getting worried and forgetting the words Bianchi had once said: Getting worried wouldn't help in any way, she gripping the ends of her dress tightly in anxiousness. She could only pray now for the safety of Mukuro-sama.

Hibari was sitting in the edge of the window, staring thru the glass window to (somewhat) stare at the large gardens. It was a must to have a small nap under the shade of that particular large tree; it just begged to be used as a sleeping place. Huffing a bit, he ignored the scenery just outside the fortress and turned his full attention to the room he was inside of. The Aloof Cloud Guardian narrowed his eyes at the oddly silent herbivores. They were extraordinarily quiet. It was very unlikely for the silence of those un-ruling and crowding herbivores. The only sound coming from them were the beeping noise from that game console the cow-sheep bow had, the sound of a piece of cloth caressing a sword, the pacing steps of a rebellious herbivore, the swift sound of hands making contact with air, the stretching of cloth under the hands of the woman— Hibari closed his eyes in frustration. No talking was better than noises right?

Wrong.

It was worse the noises.

Wait.

Both were horrible; the voices of those dreadful, undisciplined herbivores and the noises of multiple items and actions at the same time were just simply dreadful.

His eyebrow twitched slightly. The baby better keep his promise to fight him if the given time was up with him still not here with the omnivore. Three minutes left, three minutes. The baby had promised him the fight if he kept silent without destroying anything or fighting anyone within the next twenty minutes. Seventeen minutes has passed since then and still no sign of the baby. If the baby didn't appear within the next three minutes, he won't stay still and quiet anymore.

Luckily, Hibari didn't have to wait for long.

The small sound of the golden door knob turning slowly, echoed inside the four walls. The little but potential noise caught the attention of everyone inside the Assembly Hall. Gokudera stopped his pacing and turned his body in the direction of the twin doors as Ryohei stopped his shadow boxing. The white haired male maintained the sideways position his body was giving to the door, not fully turning but lowering his bandaged fists to his sides and standing in a relaxed way instead in his boxing stance. Yamamoto blinked at the sound of the door knob, his smile faltering for a second before fully coming back. He folded the dirtied piece of cloth nicely to tuck it away in his trousers pockets safely to wash it later.

Lambo had no intention of stopping playing his video game. But once the sight of a black suit and black fedora could be seen in the corner of his eyes, it made him brusquely turn off his console game without even saving it. He grumbled at his idiocy. Now, he would have to pass that part of the game for the second time. He sighed. Or Fuuta could always pass it for him. He grinned a bit at that thought. Chrome focused her sole eye on the ex-Arcoballeno standing at the door; who, without a second thought, entered the room. Her previous worry was noticeable on her face without her knowing it; and she hoped, if she did somehow look worried, no one would notice. But her Boss, who entered the room right behind Reborn, seemed to have noticed.

As soon as his body was inside, she saw his attention going to her first before to the others who were greeting him. Her Boss shot a concerned look at her as soon as his eyes focused on her; somehow asking her if anything was wrong. She only shook her head to the sides, telling him nothing was wrong. That had worked since he nodded, a little hesitantly (as if not believing her since the worried look was still on her face) before he gave her a warm smile to tell her everything was going to be fine. She couldn't keep the small smile from rolling up on her lips at the action along with her cheeks getting pink. She stared with a caring eye at her Boss as he greeted back the others. Boss was very kindhearted towards her, even after he lost his memories. He still treated her like before, if not, more kindly. She blush a deeper pink as she stared at him. Boss was still Bo—

Chrome froze at the sight of blue hair with an odd hair style such as her hers when it entered the bright room. Unconsciously, she stood up from her seat quickly; making the chair wobble a bit, but not falling into the ground.

The action made everyone turn their attention towards her, even Hibari, but except Reborn. The Hitman only tilted his head downwards and lowered the rim of his fedora, making his eyes unable to be seen by the others.

Everyone was confused to see the calm and shy girl, nearly crying her eyes out and pale as if she's seen a ghost but with a wide, large smile on her. Slowly, they turned their eyes to the direction where she was staring at. Behind Reborn—who was avoiding their eyes— and behind Tsuna—who was somewhat staring in concern at Chrome but had a comforting smile in his face— Rokudo Mukuro was standing. He looked a bit frail, but strong enough to walk and stand by his own. He wore a white, long sleeved shirt along with black trousers and a pair of white fluffy slippers. His red eye was as creepy from the first time they saw it, and his blue hair had a low and long pony tail, just as Chrome's.

"Son of a… bitch…"

The flash of silver making contact with the sunlight made everyone snap out of their ogling, wondering what it was—The waving of a black jacket suit hanging on the shoulders of Hibari, made everyone panic. Hibari loathed Mukuro because of him getting beaten by the owner of mismatched eyes by the worst and most humiliating way possible. And everything he would see him, he would and always charge at him to pay old debts, either be past or future. Actually, they can care less about the fight of those two but since Tsuna was in the way of Hibari's path, their friend could get a hell of a beat—

"Tsuna!"

Eh… Too late.

Hibari's tonfa made contact with the left side of Tsuna, absentmindedly throwing him away from his prey as he rushed towards the pineapple freak standing at the door. The smile the pineapple had on his face faltered a bit when he saw the body of the omnivore crash into the wall. He heard the rushed steps of the other herbivores going towards their fallen Boss.

Weak.

Hibari lashed his right tonfa towards the body of the pineapple, only to get it gracefully dodged. He narrowed his eyes at the dodge before attacking again. He gritted his teeth at getting yet another attack evaded. Hibari could hear the panicked herbivores calling the omnivore. No. He amended when Sawada still hasn't gotten up from his attack. The omnivore was back to being an herbivore.

Boring.

The omnivore he knew wouldn't let himself get beat by such an obvious and straight forward attack. Hibari threw another tonfa to the pineapple but when it was dodged for the fifth time now, Hibari made a three-sixty spin and send a kick directed to the upper body of the pineapple head. Sadly, it was dodged, but barely. He could still hear the gasp and calls from the crowding herbivores. By just hearing, he could make out the fact of the once omnivore bleeding from his previous wounds, since they were reopened. He scoffed. The omnivore would stand up from getting such a serious hit, even bleeding and continue on, either by walking or fighting.

But this was not the omnivore he knew.

A foot slipped from under the pineapple, making him lost his footing. Taking this as a chance, Hibari made his attack with both of his tonfas. He smirked when the other still hasn't recovered from the slip and didn't seem able of dodging the two tonfas coming right towards his he—

A flash of orange blinded his vision. He couldn't see from the bright light, but he could feel a pair of hands grabbing into his tonfas, making him unable to move his weapons. Blinking consecutively, his eyes got used of the bright light. Once the fluttering of his eyelids stopped, Hibari found himself staring into a pair of deep, burning ginger eyes staring fiercely back at him, gripping with force at his tonfas. The bright orange fire on his forehead, waved back in forth, as if irritated by the events unleashing in the room. Hibari blinked once before a smirk slowly rolled up on his lips.

This is the omnivore he knew, Sawada Tsunayoshi.

A/N: *smiles goofily* I hope y'all enjoyed the chapter.

Next Chapter: The Turn of Events (perhaps that name ) Still not sure and too drowsy to think of one good enough sorry)

Let us see some R27 fluff and much much more! (had it already worked out on my head… but for some reason I forgot about it… maybe 'cause of drowsiness? Yea huh?)

(lol my sleepiness suddenly disappeared xD)

Oh, yes, I'll post two side stories from TLMoaPL in my stories one of these days soon.

One is about Lussuria taking Tsuna shopping with him and drags Mammon along (perhaps Fran also) while the other is about Mukuro making Tsuna wear a dress, claiming cross-dressing was a past hobby Tsuna had before he forgot his memories.

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OH YES! *snaps out of her sleepy daze* With the help of my beta reader, we're kinda re-doing a couple of chapters! For example, chapter 3 and 4. We just removed the OCs, and been working hard on the next chapters. If you'll like to read again those two and tell me how much you guys liked it )