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"What? Reborn's missing?" I asked when Tsuna showed up at the doorstep,

"Yeah, he got hit by the Ten Year Bazooka and five minutes have passed, but I can't find him anywhere," Tsuna's eyes were frantic,

"Couldn't it be possible he was replaced elsewhere away from Namimori?" I cocked my head slightly,

"Yeah, well, it's already been almost two days now so and I never saw a future version of him…." Warning bells were going off. For someone like Reborn, it wouldn't matter if he was in Canada or the middle of the Sahara Desert, he would still get back to his student within twenty four hours. The same thing, more or less, happened when he was training Dino just five years ago incidentally, "I'm sure Reborn will show up, but I'll give this family a heads up, kay?"

"Thanks Karen,"

"Sure thing Tsuna," I grinned. This had me worried; Reborn not returning after the five minute limit of the Ten Year Bazooka. The Bazooka might have malfunctioned and Reborn is unable to return but that was too big an 'if'. Giannini, even with his questionable abilities at the moment, would be able to repair it enough that Reborn could come back. Funnily enough though, it's the lack of a future version of Reborn, like Lambo's future self. Absent mindedly I chewed on my lip while leaning against the front door. "Hey Karen? Are you okay?" Mrs. Ukitake was concerned again,

"Kinda, um, Tsuna's little brother is missing so do you think you can keep an eye out?" I lifted my shoulders,

"Of course, what does the boy look like?"

"Extremely short about 2 feet tall, spiky black hair, big black eyes, about two or three years old" I listed off things that popped into mind without saying the baby dresses and acts like a hit man, which he is but Mrs. Ukitake didn't need to know that.

Next thing I know, Tsuna and Gokudera have disappeared. Everyone is frantic about where the three of them went. Takeshi was his usually laid back self, saying they would show up in their own sweet time. I could almost hit him with his own bat! I'm willing to bet my life savings (I'm way over a million in Canadian dollars already, and not all of it was obtained risk free hence the high sum), that all three of them, Tsuna, Gokudera and Reborn were shot by the Ten Year Bazooka. The points of concern are 1) no Future Versions have not shown up and 2) IT'S BEEN OVER FIVE MINUTES SINCE THEY GOT SHOT! Guess I can just trust fate and luck, two things I don't trust, and hope, which I don't like to do when I need to do something, they can come home safely.

"Karen-chan!" Kyoko came running up to me in the hall. I had long overlooked her usage of '-chan' even though it irritates the hell out of me, "Do you know where everyone is?"

"Everyone?" I asked,

"Yeah. Oni-san has gone on a trip to look for Tsuna-kun and the rest,"

That's a little extreme but Ryohei embodies the word, "Don't worry, they're just fine. They probably got dragged off for training,"

"You mean the sumo wrestling?"

"Yes," I forced a smile, "it's all cool,"

"Why aren't you with them than?" Kyoko swallows whatever her brother throws her way, but she's perceptive. I wonder if she just swallows her brother's stories because she wants to believe them. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she has Hyper-Intuition.

"Uh, I didn't want to go," I answered lamely,

"Oh, okay," she smiled. Like Ryohei, I can get her to swallow anything.

I sighed. This was stressful. Since I've gotten away form the Varia, my stress level has had more ups and downs and swirls and loops than all of craziest roller coasters combined. One day I'm relaxed, than Mukuro shows up who gets kicked into Vendice. Than I start to relax only to have the Varia show up and have my anxiety level goes up a couple notches, than go down and back up. Just yesterday I was chilling to my new Hitomi Shimatani album and now I'm stressing about Tsuna being stuck in the future.

My intuition started wiggling: some one was watching me. Snapping out my thoughts, I controlled the primitive instincts to run while making use of the enhanced senses adrenaline produces. I scan the sky above me, no sign of anything living or dead aside from street lights and the color streaked sky. To the sides was nothing but buildings and streets. Of course, nothing can come from the ground since it is pure concrete for a foot or so, or so I thought. The concrete began to groan and crack. Jumping back revealed a stick of dynamite blowing. Than from above, came a familiar purple bazooka.

One second I saw the bazooka and the dark barrel, than there was more blackness and the sense of time racing ahead and finally, blackness. Lying on my back on a slab of metal, I was in a coffin like box. From the smell, it was stainless steel. But it also smelled like something dead had been in here. Since my eyes finally adapted to the shadows that encased my body, I noticed a slip of light directly above my head, and to the left and bottom. Slowing down my breathing, I felt around the sides of the wall with my hands and feet. The bottom of the drawer I was laying on had barely discernable cracks along the sides. Kicking the door of the box or cupboard with hands revealed hinges along the right side and the fact that the slab I was lying on moved forward and back. Bending my legs, I pushed against the wall, using my hands to apply force to the door. It took me a couple of tries but I finally pushed the door open. Wriggling out like the work I didn't want to be revealed a morgue. Now this is a nice thing to learn about the future: you're dead (heavy sarcasm usage).

"What the?" a voice rippled with shock

Whipping around revealed a really tall Fuuta, "Okay, this is not what I signed up for,"

"Karen-ne!" he grinned in delight

"Se-seriously," I averted my eyes from Fuuta to downward and got Giannini who was the one speaking "another one".

"What's going on?" I asked