Aah, really late update, I apologize for the long wait! Did everybody already forget about the story line up until now? /at fault, shamed

Thank you for staying with me until now and giving me so many reviews and PMs! I miss talking to all of you, even though I always reply late and lose track of the conversation...

Things to note(?): It's really awkward since I had an authors block halfway while writing this... Also, Mochida!Bashing. (I don't think anyone would complain though...)

Long authors note... Aria! I'll be waiting for your PM, it's your loss if you don't read this! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Class Reunion

Chapter 8

By Shiki chama

Umeratsu Akeri held back a yawn as she typed away on her computer, scrolling through the data and tallying it with the piece of paper on her desk. Tapping her fingers against the wooden surface of the table, the young woman in her late-twenties blinked as a tanned hand blocked her view of the computer screen.

"E-eh?!" The brunette gave a startled yelp, before pulling away, carefully adjusting her brown-framed glasses. Looking up, she frowned in confusion at the unfamiliar face in front of her. Isn't this guy from the Human Resources department? What's he doing here?

Breaking into a boyish grin, the stranger withdrew his hand, waving at the confused accountant. "Yo!"

"H-hello? Is there anything wrong?" Akeri asked, taking a closer look at the Human Resources Manager, suppressing the urge to let out a shrill fangirl squeal like she would have done in her middle school years. He's so good looking! Wait- what did I just…?

"Hey, you're Umeratsu Akeri right?" The male asked, still grinning at the brunette in front of him. Slinging his arms over the cubicle's wall, he continued. "I'm Takari Shin from Human Resources."

Akeri blinked before nodding. "Yes, I know. Is anything wrong?"

Shin blinked, his smile faltering a little. "Eh?" He muttered, looking at the accountant.

The duo looked at each other, blinking. Shin pointed to himself. "You mean, you don't know me?"

Akeri frowned in annoyance. "You just introduced yourself as Takari Shin from HR. That's all I know about you. Know, just what on earth do you need? I'm on a deadline here, Takari san." Seriously, what's with this guy?

Scratching his head, Shin sighed. "Sorry. I meant, you don't remember me?" He pointed to himself again. Akeri huffed.

"No."

Shin spluttered in shock, nearly falling over before snapping his head to look at the accountant. "From Namimori Middle? Class 2-A?"

Akeri looked away, saving her work. This man's crazy. He's saying He's Shin. That pale, Shin? That Shin who was super friendly, that Shin that swore he would be a HR manager…

"What?!" Akeri nearly screamed, before blushing and looking down, away from all the annoyed stares from her fellow colleagues. "Sorry!" She whispered to them, before turning back to Shin, who had a full-blown grin on his face.

"Shin! My gosh you're Shin! Shi-" Akeri gushed out. Showing her a peace sign, Shin grinned. Before stepping back, flashing a white envelop.

Akeri blinked. "Ah, that's-"

"See ya tomorrow!" The HR manager sang, before making a run for it.

What the hell did he come for? Wait, I didn't even know he worked in this company and shit, the reunion's tomorrow!

XXX (Yes I am stuck. Now shush. You have no idea how many times I rewrote this chapter. I'm about to cry.)

Yamamoto was about to carry Tsuna when the boss jerked awake, grabbing on to his clothes.

"Stay away from me, stupid pineapple!" The brunette yelled out, breathing erratically and a small dying will flame flickering to life on his forehead. Yamamoto blanched, raising his hands in surrender. You never know what's going to happen when Tsuna wakes up after his Mukuro-induced nightmares.

"Tenth?" Gokudera took a cautious step forward, raising his hands in surrender as well.

"…Hayato? Takeshi?" Tsuna muttered after awhile, looking at them in confusion before releasing his hold on Takeshi's clothes.

"Haha, Tsuna, you alright?" Takeshi grinned helping Tsuna up. The brunette sighed, before loosening his tie.

"What was I..?" Tsuna asked, still disoriented.

"Ah…" Takeshi scratched the back of his head. "Well…"

Gokudera cleared his throat, moving to close the closet door. "We should get moving first, or else-" he started but what cut off when the loud, obnoxious voice echoed through the empty hallways again, bouncing off the walls.

"Woah, I can't believe the size of that ballroom! Now I'm really interested in meeting your employer, the Mysterious 'Young Master'!" The voice laughed, reminding them of their middle school days.

"Mochida… sempai?" Takeshi muttered to himself, grin faltering slightly, before shaking his head. "Nah, it can't be."

Gokudera snorted, shaking his head as well, digging into his pockets to pull out his cigarette pack. The Rain idiot is right, there's no way that kendo loser is here.

Tsuna stood frozen on the spot, biting his lips as he tried to shrink behind his two taller guardians. He couldn't help but snort at their reactions. Right, Mochida sempai is not here and Reborn is actually in a pink fairy outfit.

Then the brunette promptly shook his head, reminding himself of his middle-school-ten-years-into-the-future days, where Reborn did dress up in a pink fairy outfit (to get candy of all things) and that Mochida sempai was in the Mansion.

"Thank you for taking time and coming all the way down here to check on the venue, Mister Mochida." Another calm and collected voice was heard, causing Takeshi to stumble a little, hands moving up instinctively to grab his sword that was not there and Gokudera dropping his thankfully-not lit cigarette.

"What the hell is Feliciano doing, letting trash like him get into the mansion?" the Storm Guardian hissed to himself, bending over to pick up the fallen stick. Takeshi smiled nervously, hands grasping for his absent sword before clenching his hands.

"If you would please follow me, Mr Mochida." Claude's calm voice called out and once again Mochida was going to be led down the hallway, turning left and all the way down another hallway to reach the main entrance with Tsuna and co. standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Why me?" Tsuna muttered to no-one in particular, as though as he was reverting back to his 'no-good' days.

"Hey Claude, is the household expecting any more visitors?" Mochida asked suddenly, looking confused as he frowned, squinting his eyes.

Confused, Claude shook his head. "No, we are not expecting anyone in particular. Is there a problem?"

"Ah, I just thought I saw three men in suits standing up ahead. If you're not expecting anyone, maybe it's your 'Young Master'! I'll go up and say 'hi' real quick!" The ex-kendo captain grinned, oozing confidence as he sauntered up to the trio as fast as he could.

Tsuna paled, having heard his words. Oh no.

Blooding rushing to his head, he could barely register two hands on each side of his arm pulling him away as he cursed silently to himself.

"Wha- hey! What the hell?" Mochida growled as he tried to catch up to the fleeing Vongola members, stomping angrily, his foot landing square on one of the tiles.

"Ah, Mr Mochida, I forgot to warn you-" Claude called out, slightly concerned as he walked faster towards the man, wincing as he was too late. …that we have booby trapped the entire place.

Mochida fell backwards, as though as he had tripped on thin air as he slipped on the 'special' tile and landed painfully on his back.

"Are you alright?" Claude stepped up, helping the wincing man. "Ow, the hell, I just stepped on this and… slipped?" Mochida sat up, looking at the tiles suspiciously.

"Are you alright?" Another voice called out from behind the corner and Claude looked up, spotting a tuft of brown hair. The blonde couldn't help but smile. It's just like Young Master to put others before himself.

Mochida was looking at the same direction as Claude, glaring at the shadow behind the wall. "Damn it you bastard- wait, was that no-good Tsuna?" He asked himself, thoroughly confused.

There was soft yelp, before the figure was dragged away, another pale hand peeking out from the shadow, showing a rather rude hand gesture. There was more shuffling before another pair of tanned hands shot out, dragging the person away.

All Mochida heard was a person being kidnapped and he couldn't help but think that it was no-good Tsuna. Nah, him, the 'Young Master'? Impossible, don't make me laugh.

XXX

Opening the doors to his office, Tsuna sighed in relief, before walking around his table to sit in his plush chair.

"How are the preparations for tomorrow's class reunion?" Tsuna sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, all the servants have been informed to treat us as normal guests, the guests' absolute security has been ensured of and among the guardians we have chosen people to temporarily become the 'head of the Vongola mansion' so as to make everything less… suspicious." Gokudera reported, making a slight noise of disapproval at the last part.

"Yeah. Since we had such a hard time choosing and agreeing, sempai decided that we should draw sticks instead." Takeshi chuckled, grinning happily.

Tsuna narrowed his eyes, his head spinning a little at the 'impending doom' that seemed to scream from the words his guardian said.

Sighing as though as he was resigning to his fate, the Don of the Vongola asked a question he really did not want to ask.

"So, who is it?"

End

So basically it's a pile of junk I dumped here, forgive me! Reviews (especially concerning the plot) are greatly appreciated/needed!

Not much progressing of the story this time round, sorry! (My god this is like some horrible filler.)

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