I AM SO SORRY! My Mum dragged me on holiday... to Brisbane... as thrilling as that is, I would've rather just stayed at home. Truthfully, I should've posted this chapter yesterday, but I was tired and my laptop was being stupid, as usual.

La Mia Fidanzata È Un Diavolo! Target 10: Family Entrance Test

Tsuru yawned, "I'm sleepy." She continued onto Namimori Middle's gate, "Yo, Tsuna!" Yamamoto's tall figure appeared in the corner of Tsuru's eye.

"Good morning, Yamamoto." She greeted, Yamamoto slung an arm onto her shoulder, "You have bags under your eyes. Lack of sleep?" He inquired.

"Ah... Uh... Y-yeah, some stuff happened." She answered the baseball star truthfully, 'I want to be normal friends with Yamamoto. I can't tell him a hitman from another mafia came to my house to assassinate my homeroom tutor and he cried instead.'

"Well, as long as you're not sleep deprived due to studying, that's good." Yamamoto said, "I'll lose my failure buddy, right?" He laughed, elbowing Tsuru gently.

Unknown to the pair, Gokudera was watching them, a look of fury etched on his face. 'Damnit! That baseball bastard! Being all clingy on Juudaime!' He crushed his cigarette.

Turning his head slightly he said, "Reborn-San, are you really planning to let him in the family?" Reborn was standing silently, his eyes glued to the new friends. "I'm not planning to, he's already in. I've decided."

"What!?" Gokudera blurted out, "Ah! He elbowed Juudaime again!" He glared at Yamamoto's retreating figure.

Turning to Reborn, Gokudera exclaimed, "Please reconsider it, Reborn-san I object to let someone as rude as him to enter!"

Gokudera stopped, he was talking to himself. Reborn was long gone. "Gah!" He shouted, feeling stupid as he was talking to himself.

Gokudera and Yamamoto was glaring at each other, the former started circling the latter, who was laughing awkwardly, "H-hey, Gokudera... What's up with calling me out and doing a silent stare down?

A vein popped on Gokudera's forehead, 'What a nasty dude,' he thought, 'there's no way someone so weak looking can protect Juudaime!'

"You should drink milk," The baseball player held up a carton of milk, "Frustration is usually caused by a lack of calcium."

Gokudera snapped, he turned around to face the other direction and pulled out his grenades, 'That's my limit...'

"Hey!" A girlish voice was heard in the opposite direction, both males turned around to its source, Tsuru.

"Who's that? Your friend?" Yamamoto asked her, Tsuru replied in confusion, "What?"

"Chaos." Tsuru turned and faced the stranger, "Reborn!" She exclaimed, "Since when were you there?!"

Ignoring her question, Reborn answered Yamamoto's question, "I'm not he...his friend. I'm the World's Greatest Hitman, Reborn."

Tsuru looked distressed, watching her friend laugh and say, "I see, well, I apologise. It must be troublesome being a hitman at such an age, you're barely older than us!"

"Not really," Reborn replied with a straight face, "You're going to join the Vongola Famiglia too."

"Reborn!" Tsuru started, about to scold him, but Yamamoto intercepted, "Come on, he's just playing. We're all still kids here, we play games like this all the time! Just like when we were kids."

'Whoa! He thinks it's just a game!' Tsuru thought in amazement. "Tsur...na is the head of the famiglia."

"That's a good choice of a boss!" Yamamoto commented, "Ok then, let me join this Vongola Famiglia, too."

"What! Yamamoto!? What are you saying!?" Tsuru exclaimed, hearing Gokudera, who was silent for the whole exchange, click his tongue.

"What am I supposed to do?" Yamamoto inquired, receiving an immediate reply, "Firstly, the family entrance test, if you don't pass the test, you can't join."

Reborn smirked, "If you don't pass, it equals your death." Yamamoto laughed good heartedly, "Your seriously funny! I like you!"

"What! Reborn, I do-"

"The test is simple, dodge the attacks, first, knives." Reborn ignored her, sending a barrage of knives were thrown accurately at Yamamoto, who dodged them successfully.

"Wait!" Tsuru jumped in between them, "Reborn, are you trying to kill Yamamoto!?" Yamamoto stepped up to Tsuru and slung an arm around her shoulders, "Wait up, Tsuna. When we were kids we played with wooden swords, right? It just like that but a bit more exciting!"

"As boss, Tsu...na show him a demonstration." Reborn expertly threw the knives in Tsuru's direction, with ease she dodged them.

"Sound's good," Yamamoto cut in before Tsuru could say anything, "It's a race to see who passes the test." Tsuru looked at him alarmed, "Well, let's run!" Another round of knives made their way to the pair, who dodged and started running.

"NO WAY!" She shouted, her face was pale with shock. "But toys now looks so real! They really look like knives!" Yamamoto laughed, "You thought those were toys!?" Tsuru screamed at him, not being able to believe him.

"Next, a crossbow." Reborn was now in front of the duo holding a loaded, wooden crossbow. "He got there already!?" They skidded to a stop and was slowly edging away from him.

"GHAHAHAHAHA!" They all turned to the source, except for Reborn. "I'm Lambo from the Bovino Family!" The same afro haired boy from Italy was on one of the schools balconies, he was currently climbing over it with a proud expression on his face, "I'm Lambo who came to junior high school even when he's five years old!"

"Bovino?" Gokudera spoke up for the first time, mysteriously appearing behind Reborn, a cigarette lazily hanging from his mouth. "Never hear of them. What do you want to do, Reborn-san?"

Reborn shot the crossbow twice in the middle schooler's direction, "Continue." And so the race was back on, both teens running as fast as possible with Gokudera and Reborn trailing behind.

"Tolerate…" Lambo sniffed, tears threatening to fall out. He seemed to remember something and stopped, "Oh yeah! The boss from Italy sent Lambo, who's working hard, a weapon." He reached into the bag behind him and rummaged through it, searching for it.

"Ta-da!" He held a long metallic missile launcher, loaded fully. "Missile launcher! Die Reborn!" Lambo shot the firearm, aiming in Reborn's general direction.

Unfortunately for him, his aim was slightly off and it was directed at Yamamoto and Tsuru. "Darn! Lacked 10 more metres!" Lambo spoke, watching the missiles explode just before the pair.

"Looks like if I take it easy, I won't be able to pass the test," Yamamoto commented, a look of determination etched on his face.

"Reborn! Let's stop this test!" Tsuru shouted to her home-tutor, "You saw that right!? Lambo started to shoot missiles at us." Tsuru stopped for a spilt second, hoping he would stop it, sadly, Reborn disregarded her demand and pulled out another gun, a sleek MP7A1. "Next is a sub-machine gun."

"Hey!" Tsuru cried, as he started to shoot them, "First, the level of a trainee Hitman." Tsuru yelled as she ran, looking behind her she saw Lambo's missiles, "Not Again!"

She barely dodged them, the force of the explosion pushed them forward slightly, "Gokudera, you can go loose too." Reborn spoke, not once lifting the trigger of the gun. "But…" Gokudera's voice trailed off, Reborn knew why, the part unsaid, 'What if I hurt Juudaime?'

"Think about killing Yamamoto and do it." He suggested, Gokudera's shocked face was replaced with one of resolve. 'Oh… that's too bad then. Since Reborn-san did suggest it…' He held up a dynamite, then sucked in air.

"Juudaime!" Tsuru turned to look at him, 'Dodge it. Please.' He thought, doing some weird hand signals.

Meanwhile, Lambo was getting annoyed, "Damn it, Reborn!" He pulled out the purple bazooka and pointed it at himself. "Then I'll use the Ten Year Bazooka!" He fired.

A pink cloud of smoke surrounded Lambo and he disappeared, in his place was the fifteen year old version of himself holding the missile launcher from earlier. "Goodness, looks like Lambo from ten years later has got to do it."

"Next is a rocket missile," Reborn held another weapon, preparing to shoot.

"Die." Gokudera readied his dynamite, each wick lit.

"Thunder… SET!" Lambo shouted from the balcony, gathering lighting to power the bullets.

Simultaneously they shot their weapons in the two teen's direction, who looked at it in horror. But it was too late.

All the projectiles was aimed carefully at them and exploded. "Juudaime! Are you alright!?" Gokudera shouted in concern, "They're there." Reborn said nonchalantly.

"Woah! That was close!" Yamamoto's tall figure stepped out of the left over smoke, Tsuru's arm sung around his shoulders, supporting her. They both were dirty and looked tired, but neither had any long-lasting wounds.

"You passed the test. You're officially apart of the family." Reborn informed Yamamoto, who grinned in response. "Thanks."

Gokudera slowly walked over to him and grabbed his collar, pulling him close. "Good job." He smiled, his eyebrows still furrowed but a genuine smile was engraved on his face.

"You protected Juudaime, so I have no choice but to admit you into the family." Gokudera let go of Yamamoto's shirt, "But the right arm is me. You're the shoulder blade."

"Sh… Shoulder blade?" Yamamoto asked, "I thought so from before, but you're a funny guy!" He laughed and swung his arm around Gokudera's shoulders, "But…" Yamamoto's smile disappeared and a look of seriousness was there instead, "I don't want to withdraw from being Tsuna's right arm. So, you'll be the ear lobe."

"WHAT!?" Tsuru shouted watching them argue, 'In a sense, they're getting along well? More like, these two are already in subordinate mode.'

"Well, I'm going to club practice," Yamamoto grabbed his sports bag, "but, the toys looks so real these days~!"

'He still thinks it's a game?!' Tsuru thought to herself, a shocked expression was seen on her face.

I'm so slow at writing all these things, I looked through my work and realised... I need a Beta. I've started my search... around three minutes before I typed this sentence.

Putting that aside I am having trouble with future pairings. I decided, I should start a poll. I thought of crazy ideas, like 80F59, but I still don't approve of Yaoi or Yuri in my stories. I have nothing against it, but, reading just makes me feel slightly freaked out. Although, if the person is openly gay/lesbian, (Lussuria) I'll be happy to add it.