Hello! This is Miss Awkward again! I want to thank everyone that's read You are my Sunshine. Thank you everyone that have Followed, Favorited, or both. I mean, wow! I hadn't expected to reach 94 followers or 66 favorites by now, muchless expect to have You are my Sunshine added to three communities. That was really surprising and a lovely boost to the ego.

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Alex: I'm also glad you found this fic, just as much as I am glad you like it!

Cinthya: I'm glad you like it, even if it is weird. There's a reason Ietsuna acts like he does and knows what he knows, but I like the fact that not everyone seems to have caught on yet. I live to intrigue, and I will be continuing this story. After all, I want to know how this will end!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the time I put into writing this story. Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Amano Akira, the prompt that inspired this belongs to determinedrevolutionary on tumblr, and none of this is based on a real person. If there is any coincidental names, looks, and other details, please understand it was unintentional and otherwise accidental.

Warnings: Violence, Coarse Language, and Mild suggestive themes

Pairings: All27, R27

Beta Reader: HanakoAnimeaddict (Honestly, I think of Abyss as more of a co-author than anything. She's helped provide such excellent feedback, ideas, and makes a brilliant soundboard. Thanks, Abyss!)

Chapter Three

I.

The day after Tsuna defeated the kendo captain, the other students were eager to have the clumsy boy on their sport teams. It was terrifying; of course, Tsuna could just be overreacting. He had never had so many people clambering for him to help them, never mind playing sports with them.

"Hey, Sawada," called Morino Tadase as he rushed towards the brunette. "One of our regular members is absent today, and there's a volleyball tournament. Could you please help us today? We really want to win!"

Tsuna silently stared at Morino, screaming his protests rather loudly in his mind. He wanted to say no, that he couldn't play volleyball to save his own life. Yet, watching the black-haired teen bow low with his hands clasped pleadingly before him, Tsuna couldn't bring himself to deny him help.

"I guess. I'm not good at volleyball though," warned Tsuna, making sure the other was alright with that.

II.

"You're playing volleyball," Ietsuna said slowly. "You, the kid that has trouble hitting anything, are playing a sport where you need to hit something."

Tsuna gave his brother a jerky nod in confirmation. He knew that he sucked at the sport; hell, he was sure that the volleyball itself knew he couldn't play to save his life and that was an inanimate object!

"You are aware that if you fail, I'm tutoring you in volleyball and your other subjects for a week," Ietsuna said warningly. Tsuna nodded again before he continued, "And don't forget, you have the chibi as a tutor too. Hey, stop hiding in the ceiling, chibi!"

Tsuna backed up as the nearest ceiling panel moved like a door in a futuristic sci-fi movie. Reborn, sitting in a metallic throne with a cup of a dark coffee, descended with a whooshing noise; unimpressed, Ietsuna raised an eyebrow at the excessive dramatics.

"Enough with the science-fiction crap, chibi." Ietsuna said with a glower.

"My name is Reborn," the hitman replied readily. "As I told Maman, I will be taking over your brother's tort-tutoring, Stupid Brat."

"And I don't care," Ietsuna deadpanned. "My brother, my responsibility. You can tutor him with the mafia, but I'll tutor him when it comes to school."

"You have your own schoolwork, Brat."

"I've my work finished for the week."

"You're still a student."

"I've tutored him since we were little."

"My student."

"My brother."

"I don't care. I'm older than you."

"I'm taller than you, and better looking."

Tsuna watched the verbal spar with wide eyes. It was like the clash of the Titans; a venerable carnage between two awesome beings.

No, this was his brother being possessive, Tsuna thought truthfully. He hoped this wouldn't last forever. The tournament was going to start in a little bit.

III.

The tournament turned out decently with Tsuna playing. Morino and the others had accepted the fact that Tsuna wasn't some superhero-in-hiding during the match; his terrible aim made for several good shots for their team though.

(Tsuna's clumsy shot nearly allowed for the opposing team to score another point to his frustration. The ball was spiked back into their court; several of the players were giving them feral grins, almost assured of their victory.

Morino made a spectacular block that caused a 'roof,' earning them another point towards victory. Their opponents frown and proceeded to serve the next ball.)

Their team did win in the end.

(Tsuna watched as the ball was spiked in direction, a sense of horror filling his gut as it came closer. He dove towards the ball instinctively; his dig worked better than he expected as he saved the ball. One of his team makes took over and spiked it back over the net.

There was a deafening silence before the crowd roared its approval. Tsuna rolled onto his back and stared up at his team in wonder. They won.)

In Tsuna's opinion, the group hug was less of a hug and more of a vice grip. At one point in the festive moment, he could have even sworn someone grabbed his ass, but that must have been his imagination.

IV.

"Good job, Dame-Tsuna," Reborn said later that night in Tsuna's room. He watched curiously as Tsuna was tutored by his brother.

Ietsuna had the poor future Decimo pinned to his chair with leather belts with an intimidating stack of paper sitting before of a quietly whimpering Tsuna. In his left hand, he wielded a ruler ready to smack shaking hands for incorrect answers while the right easily held a thick tome aloft.

"What does 'x' equal in the equation 4(x) ^2=28?" Ietsuna asked, ignoring Reborn.

"Isn't it x equals plus-minus the square root of seven?" came Tsuna's hesitant answer after he tried to solve it on paper.

"I don't know, is it?" Ietsuna retorted, the ruler preparing to swat Tsuna's knuckles.

"It is."

"...Good work," the older brother said grudgingly, the ruler moving to swat Tsuna's head. "I told you that you had a brain in there."

"A Boss should always be firm in their answers," Reborn interrupted. "Stupid Brat, Dame-Tsuna will be taking a break. We need to talk."

"About what, the Bullets?" said Ietsuna bluntly. "That can wait until after he finished studying for Algebra; you should understand the importance of knowledge."

"Learning about the Bullets will give him more knowledge," retorted Reborn. "We'll have the discussion now."

"You'll have it later."

Reborn and Ietsuna stared at each other with masked annoyance and amusement respectively. Meanwhile, Tsuna attempted to ignore the growing chaos behind him in favor of the more interesting (and safer) Algebra problems. The verbal spar turned into silent looks that left him unaware of what the two raven-haired males were doing. He was regrettably left unprepared for a sharp rap across his knuckles and an unforgiving jolt of electricity that followed.

"HIIIIIEEEE!" shrieked Tsuna in surprise. His nerves felt painfully raw as the spasms struck random areas. "What was that for, Ie-nii?! I was studying! STUDYING LIKE YOU WANTED!"

Ietsuna raised an eyebrow at Tsuna's reaction as he replied, "You should pay attention to your surrounds; A Boss is always aware of what happens around them."

"Gah! I'm not a boss!"

"You are the Vongola heir, a future mafia Boss," Reborn told Tsuna. "You are being trained to be the best of the best."

Reborn received a resigned sigh from the teenager. He watched Tsuna turn towards his brother and back towards him. A thud followed the meeting of wood and forehead, Tsuna's finger quickly rising in a silent plea for a moment.

"What do you want to talk about?" came from Tsuna, the words slightly muffled by the table.

"You will not be able to depend on Dying Will Bullets for everything," Reborn stated bluntly, forgoing hints for the time being.

Tsuna raised his head enough to look at the toddler tutor, his reply tinged with curiosity. "Ie-nii said something like that. Why then? Is it because I'll die if I have no regrets or is it something else?"

Ietsuna looked at Tsuna with pride; his little brother remembered what he said and was even questioning it.

"That's one part, Dame-Tsuna," Reborn said as he began to clean his guns, the sniper rifle large in his hands. "It's also because a useless person like you needs to learn to be a Boss without being shot- not that I mind shooting you, I am the World's Greatest Hitman after all."

In another world, the large set of ranged weaponry would have made Tsuna want to cry. (Un)Luckily, this is not that world and Tsuna was despairingly used to such strange and uncomfortable occurrences.

"... Somehow, I should have expected that," the brunette stated before turning to face his brother. "I blame you for this."

"And how am I to blame?" This time was implied by Ietsuna's tone.

Tsuna stared at him silently. He screeched in pain when a mallet smacked him in the head; it made his oncoming headache worse as Tsuna's face bang into the table again.

"A Boss should respond to questions, Dame-Tsuna," Reborn said with a slight smirk. "Now answer."

"I don't want to be a boss! Ie-nii, why can't you be the mafia boss?!" Tsuna cried, reaching his momentary limit. He was still tired from the volleyball game, and the torturous study session wasn't doing him any favors.

"One, I don't want to do it. Two, I don't fit the requirements."

Reborn stared at the older brother, waiting to see what Ietsuna said. He still planned on smacking Tsuna again; a Boss shouldn't be so whiny, that'd just be too annoying for Reborn to deal with.

"What requirements? You're older than me!"

"Well, I don't have the right... regrets for the job," Ietsuna said before ruffling Tsuna's hair. "Besides, you know me. Would you turn me on the ignorant mafia world?"

Tsuna paused thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as he imagined what would happen. He paled, realizing that it would be cruel to force Ietsuna on them.

"…No," he said grudgingly after a while. "I would want to, but that's too mean. You'd drive them insane in an hour tops."

"You know me so well, little brother."