A/N: Yes! I'm back with a new chapter! Finally got my exams—with I have a vague impression that I would fail—over and done with! So you guys might be able to expect shorter intervals between chapters! Woo-hoo!

Okay, so I've decided that I'll set an order in which I'll update my stories. I'll update them according to the order they were published so it will be WTUC, then YHaS and lastly AnM.

So without anymore delay, let me introduce you to Chapter four of Tsuna's horrid life! Enjoy! (Such sadism)

Disclaimer: I DONOT own D. Gray-Man or Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Mukuro just placed a finger on his smirking lips, his heterochromatic eyes seems to be smiling at an untold joke.

"That would be for me to keep a secret and for you—my dear Sawada Tsunayoshi—to make your own assumptions."

With that, Rokudo Mukuro was gone in a cloud of mist.

The next morning, Tsuna and his immediate family members were all seated at the breakfast table, causing the usual ruckus among themselves. Kyoko and Haru were walking around, insisting that they help to set the table.

Tsuna sank down low into his chair with his hands above his head as Yamamoto and Gokudera started some kind of mini cutlery-fight over him.

"Why isn't breakfast served yet?" he mumbled desperately, looking around the room for the tell-tale signs of the maids carrying silver platters. When he didn't spot any, he resorted to sinking even lower in his chair.

Good thing there wasn't school, or else he would have been very late. He wasn't particularly keen in finding out what Allen would do to him.

"What is taking the food so long!" Lambo whined from his seat. "The great Lambo-san is very very hungry!"

At Lambo's whine, the room was suddenly really quiet as people listened to their stomach grumble in unison. The first to break the silence was Hibari.

"Che, I'll bite the cooks to death." The ex-prefect stood up from his chair, tonfas already in his hands.

No one messes with Hibari's food—especially when he has to force himself to stay in a crowd.

He's hungry. Food is served. That's that.

"Ma-matte! H-Hibari-san!" Tsuna called, already nervous about the fact that he was addressing his Cloud Guardian. "I'm sure maybe if we wait for a little while more…" Tsuna trailed off when Hibari's glare was aimed in his way.

Wisely, Tsuna kept his mouth shut after that.

Hibari hadn't managed to step out of the dining hall before they heard the voice of someone whining.

"That hurts! Let go! I won't do that again! I promise! ITAI! Okay! Let me go!" Hibari stopped mid-step when he heard the voice, instantly recognizing it. That's good, he still has an unfinished match with the speaker.

He readied his tonfas.

The first to come into their view, however, was the blonde servant Tsuna saw yesterday.

But now that he saw the man properly, he noticed that the clothes he wore—though really butler-ish—were of top quality material and design, surely a mere servant would not own such expensive clothing. Even if they actually did, they wouldn't be wearing it around so casually.

The blonde swiftly dodged the tonfa that was aimed at his face with practiced ease.

Hibari was quite surprised that the person who rounded the corner was not Allen Walker but this blond man he had never seen before. Interest sparked in him again as the blonde dodged his attack. He quickly followed up with even more strikes, each dodged neatly by the blonde.

The blonde did not take on the offensive, probably because of the thing he held firmly in his left hand.

Which turned out to be the steadily reddening ear of a certain white-haired boy. He yelped in pain every time the blonde dodge an attack, a result of the harsh jerking on his ear each time the blonde moved.

"H-Hibari-san!" Tsuna panicked again, hopping off his seat and rushing towards the fighting pair. Not wanting to get caught in the brawl, Tsuna was torn between breaking up the fight and helping Allen free his ear. "Please stop!"

Behind him, Gokudera and Yamamoto both stood up from their seats, but were unsure if they should interfere. Mukuro just sat there calmly, one arm draped across Chrome's shoulders and watching the scene with slight amusement in his eyes. A small laugh escaping his lips.

Ryouhei, however, wasn't helping one bit by cheering them on, "EXTREME fight!"

The fight only broke apart when a smoking purple cake flew at the unidentified blonde. They heard a faint, choked, "Aneki…" from somewhere near the dining table and a muted thud as something dropped to the ground.

Everyone—including the battling duo—turned to see Bianchi—without goggles—standing at the hallway, an empty silver platter in hand. Another platter with bubbling purple noodles rested on her other hand.

"Who are you two?" she demanded, pointing the emptied silverware at the blonde.

Tsuna's jaw dropped.

Didn't anyone bothered to tell Bianchi about the new Tutor? This is bad. If Bianchi joins in the fight, who knows what kind of damage would her new Poison Cooking dish do to his dining hall?

Wait, he knew what damage it does, if the smoking cake burning a hole in the expensive dining table wasn't prove enough.

Allen struggled a little bit more in the firm grip of the blonde futilely and finally gave up. He lifted his head just a little so Bianchi could get a look at his face.

"Hello, Bianchi-san," Allen greeted as politely as a person tilting his head sideways could. Recognition lit in her green-grey eyes and she lowered her platter.

"Long time no see, Allen." She returned the greeting. "So you are the replacement Reborn found?" Allen nodded and winced as his ear was tugged again.

Now that he was sure that Allen would not be bitten and poisoned to death, Tsuna studied the unnamed man in front of him more closely.

The man looked to be in his twenties, with his straight and rigid posture, it was easy to guess that he had military training of some kind. His blonde hair was tied in a short braid and he had a straight-cut fringe. His eyebrows were uniquely forked like a snake's tongue, between them, were two dots in a vertical arrangement. He wore no expression and that alone was enough to make him intimidating.

"Who are you then?" Bianchi demanded again, her platter pointed at the blonde.

"Howard Link, In—" he was cut off by a smack on his arm. In answer, he gave the ear he held one forceful tug—prompting a yelp—and continued. "Assistant of Allen Walker." Link put extra emphasis on the word 'assistant' as if it was a particularly hard word to pronounce.

"Assistant?" came a weak voice from the back, Tsuna turned to see Gokudera being helped into his chair from the floor by Yamamoto. He clutched his stomach with a strained look on his face. "Why would Walker need an assistant?"

"There is no need for you to know." Link answered without hesitation, fingers not loosening one bit.

"Link…" Allen whined interrupting whatever vulgarities Gokudera was about to unleash on Link. "My ear is getting numb…can you please let go? I promise I won't do that again…"

Link didn't even look at the pleading white-haired teen.

"I won't until you apologize properly to the people involved."

Allen gulped and looked at Tsuna with wide, silver eyes. They almost seemed to be silently begging him. Tsuna was suddenly reminded of the Dame-Tsuna he was so long ago, useless, good for nothing and always the target of scorn.

"I…apologize for eating your breakfast." Many pairs of eyes widened. "I'm really really sorry for the trouble I caused! I swear I wasn't even half awake when I ate everything the cooks prepared!"

As expected, there was a chorus of outraged 'WHAT?' and the sound of the chairs scraping against the floor roughly.

"…Kamikorose."

"THAT LITTLE BRAT!"

"Haha! If it is an 'Attack the Tutor' game, then can I join too?"

"EXTREMELY unacceptable! You have an EXTREME appetite, Walker!"

"Kufufu, only hell awaits you, my dear."

"Ga…ma…n…WAHHHHHHHH! LAMBO-SAMA'S HUNGRY!"

"This is bad, Kyoko-chan! I'm sure Walker-san didn't do it on purpose!"

"What should we do, Haru-chan? Should we stop them?"

"M-minna! M-matte!"

Satisfied with the apology—and the resulting reaction, Link let go of Allen's ear and promptly exited the scene. Leaving poor little Allen to face a bunch of angry, hungry, elite Mafia on his own.

~ Reborn! ~

"Alright everyone," Allen said, his voice authoritative. It was like the breakfast fiasco had never happened. Like. The many black and blue patches on his pale skin told the true story.

They were now in the private Vongola training base, the spacious grounds with its walls lined with reinforced steel was just perfect for the special trainings the Vongola Guardians go through.

Allen Walker stood facing the gathered Guardians and various other personnel—goggled-Bianchi, Giannini and the such—with Link standing by him with his hands behind his back, rigid and at attention. Allen, instead of his usual black vest, red ribbon, dress shirt and pants get-up, donned on something more like a military uniform.

It consists of a button-up, long-sleeved shirt with gold trimmings, a pair of long black pants that has its ends tucked into his boots. On his left breast, was an emblem of a silver cross. The uniform hugged Allen's lean form more tightly, showing his thin waist which hints at his flexibility.

The guardians all seemed to be studying Allen's strange new combination with the subtleness only a trained assassin could manage. Especially the members that deal with the information base, their minds were already whirling to match the emblem with any kind of symbol they had seen before.

It's always the best to know more about your enemy after all.

"Usually this isn't how I would prefer to train my students, but you guys would require just a little more demanding training." Allen continued, his right hand tugging at the helm of his left glove in an unconscious action.

"Just a little demanding?" Gokudera interrupted rudely. "Who do you think you are training? We are not a bunch of snot-nosed brats, but the Guardians of Vongola! The most respected Mafia family in the underground! This training is going to get more than just 'a little demanding'! if you think you are not up to it then get lost!"

"Gokudera-kun!" Tsuna shushed the Italian teen while glancing worriedly at Allen, slightly afraid that the statement had seriously pissed off the Tutor.

He wasn't far from the mark. Allen's face had clearly darkened, even Link's eye twitched.

"Insulting Walker's skills is equivalent to you insulting the ability of our G—" Link was again cut off by Allen.

"Listen here, Aho-dera, if I'm not up to the job, do you think I would have accepted it from Reborn? Do you think that Reborn would have asked me?" Allen spoke the words through clenched teeth, emphasizing on the new nickname in a childish tantrum.

Link rose a forked eyebrow in a moment of rare amusement.

"You…!" Gokudera growled, but at one warning look from Tsuna, he bit his tongue. "I'll let it slip this time round…" Green orbs took one look at the other white head. "Moyashi."

At that last comment, Allen looked ready to erupt. His fingers gripped the helm of his left glove, almost ripping off the white cloth. But he stopped himself before he could completely take it off.

Tsuna caught sight of a little bit of black skin before the glove concealed Allen's left hand again.

Tattoos, Tsuna thought with a little dread. Other than Dino, he had always thought of tattooed men as scary people. Scratch that, if you are not on Dino's good side, he is scary too!

"Like I said before I was so rudely interrupted, this isn't how I usually do things. But I would like to know the extent of your skills in the fastest way possible. So here I'll split you into two teams, then you will fight each other in turn. This way, I'll be able to judge two at a time rather than just one of you."

At this, the originally uninterested Guardians like Hibari and Mukuro perked up instantly. A fight with their Family members? That sounds like fun…they had an odd number, does that mean that the Tutor would join in too?

As if reading their minds, Allen smiled and pulled Tsuna from his place beside Gokudera—"Jyuudaime!"—to his own side. Tsuna stumbled a little at the sudden movement, catching the nearest thing to steady himself. Which he hurriedly let go when the 'thing' turned out to be Link's arm.

"I would want to fight with your boss personally since he is Reborn's personal student after all. Besides, I'm curious as to how strong would the boss-to-be of such a powerful Mafia family be." Allen's silver eyes shone with a childish curiosity, his innocence could almost be on par with their child-like Sky.

It was hard to believe that someone like Allen would even be capable of combat. Let alone teaching a bunch of battle-experienced Mafiaso how to fight.

"Alright, I will separate you guys now." Allen clapped his hands together, the gloves slightly muffling the sound. "Team one would consist of Storm, Thunder, Cloud and Link."

Link nodded, he already knew that he would be included in the Team battle. "Team two would consist of Rain, Mist—both of you, yes—and Sun. Now that you know the groupings, let's not waste anymore time. Timcampy."

Allen took a step back and raised his right arm.

A golden object flew out of his sleeve. It had a pair of feathery gold wings, a long golden tail that ended in a golden cloud-like plate. It's body consisted of a small gold ball with tiny, pointy horns and short legs. It didn't have any facial features except for a thick cross.

When it turned to face him, Tsuna could just feel it looking at him with invisible eyes.

All eyes were now on the curious, flying gold creature the Tutor pulled out of his sleeve. It cracked open in the middle and grinned at the people staring at it, displaying its nice set of sharp little teeth.

Tsuna gulped.

"Let the first fight between Storm and Rain begin."

And so concludes a nice little cliffhanger! (Is this counted as one? I'm not sure…) Anyway, hoped you enjoyed it!

Translations:

Matte: wait

Aneki: older sister

Minna: everyone

Moyashi: beansprout (see the reference?)

Please review! (Or I'll let Timcampy bite your ear with those pointy teeth;)!)

Arigato!