The setting sun cast it's brilliant orange rays into the small cafe, illuminating the place nicely.

It was 4:00 exactly, when Reborn stepped in. The coffee house was small, but not crowded, as it was long past time for coffee.

The hitman calmly sat down at a table in the corner. Luckily they served espresso, and he ordered a cup.

The raven gave his regards to the dark haired Japanese waitress when he got his drink. Her enthusiasm was refreshing, although the redundant 'Hahi' could have been left out. Cielo had a pleasant rhythm, with many smiles and unburdened with greed.

They were honestly happy to be there, the comforting mood accompanied by the sun's glow. Though not hitting him dead-on, Reborn could see the entire scene. The easy vibe relaxed him, as he sipped the hot drink, but he was so at peace, he didn't think of questioning himself.

How the worlds best hitman was so openly letting his guard down in a completely unfamiliar place.

30 minutes flew by without him noticing (something very rare and dangerous) and his cup was drained.

For the final minute, he reluctantly focused on the conveniently placed clock. Counting the seconds, 5, 4, 3, 2,-

"Tokugawa! You're off!"

Reborn was shaken by the sudden shout. How strange it was that- no. There are no coincidences.

Just as the thought went through his mind, an average sized brunette plopped down in front of him, wearing a white button up shirt and a tan trench coat. Heaving a sigh, he looked at the adult Arcobaleno.

"We finally meet, World's Greatest Hitman," he said with a welcoming smile paired with keen eyes.

Reborn was surprised by how earnest 27 was at the moment. The raven was able to read faces and body language to the point of being accused of mind-reading. He was sure their was no folly in that smile.

"Yes, 27. Or Tokugawa," he answered bluntly, tilting his fedora to overshadow his eyes.

He smiled again, though sadly, as if he was upset with the name, or perhaps the one saying it. "I saw that you enjoy our little cafe; you had this content, blissful smile on your face for the last 30 minutes," Tokugawa exclaimed fondly.

Huffing, Reborn decided to humor the brunette, "Your espresso was praise-worthy, to say the least."

Giving another smile, he said, "My name is Tokugawa Tsunayoshi. You may call me Tsuna."

The raven frowned, narrowing his eyes. He said that all too easily to someone as deadly as Reborn. Though 27 may be very deadly as well, judging from his record of happy clients. Never judge an opponent on appearances. Not that he ever did. Being a baby just rubbed that in his face.

"Reborn, as you know, the World's Greatest Hitman," he proclaimed briskly.

A calm smile was placed on the brunette's face, but his eyes had a somewhat sorrowful look again.

What was really off-putting though, was that Reborn couldn't easily read his thoughts like with Baka-Yasu and so many others. 27 was a mystery; the raven couldn't even see his true strength.

Seeing the younger hitman (Reborn was 26) deep in thought, Tsuna happily waited for him. No point in rushing things any more than they should to be.

Reborn, being who he is, quickly composed himself. "Seeing how skillfully you assassinated the real mastermind, and escaping even myself, Nono would like you to assist me."

Tsuna doubted Reborn was aware that he had missed him in the rafter. Most likely, the raven was admitting Tsuna had escaped before he searched for him.

Tsuna didn't want to burst his bubble just yet, merely gesturing for him to elaborate.

"To train Sawada Ieyasu."

"Okay," he replied nonchalantly, spoken with unnerving casualness.

Reborn was pretty shocked that 27 so simply agreed, but the brunette was probably expecting this and had time to consider.

Nodding with a stoic face more rigid than usually, oddly finding it difficult to completely mask his emotions around the brunette, he led the fellow hitman to his car.