If there were things that Tsuna truly hated in this world, it was going to school and going home. Though, he could say the former was getting more and more bearable by the day. Takashi's fame had somehow spread due to the 'incident' on the roof and Tsuna was beginning to get infamous due to misinformation. According to Takashi's old 'friends' Tsuna was holding him as a friend due to some blackmailing or another. If anyone were to ask Takashi, he would feverishly deny it. At the same time, Hayato was putting up a fuss about how anyone would say such things about 'his Tsuna-sama'. Honestly, Tsuna was just glad that people were starting to stay away from him due to the loud duo.

Going home, however, posed some problems. The first being his mother. The cheerful woman was just sometimes too much for one to handle in one sitting, leaving the poor boy mentally exhausted from her constant cheerful chatter. Normally he wouldn't have been bothered, but lately all she had been talking about was his so-called 'father', a conversation he would rather avoid.

The second was Reborn. Although it wasn't often, Tsuna found that he could sometimes escape his 'training' by simply not going home. Of course, this meant later on he would get more harsh punishments and/or training sessions for the future but sometimes he just really needed a day off.

On top of all of that, he really didn't want to be home when Iemitsu came back. He didn't know when the man planned to come home, all he knew was that he didn't want to be there when it happened, lest he dig his eyes out in order to prevent himself from having to see him be all lovey-dovey with his mother. Tsuna had a suspicion that it would be soon though, with how much his mother had been talking about him lately.

So, usually Tsuna wouldn't be exactly 'skipping' on his way home. Oh, but today, skipping he was, as he was under the good information that Reborn was taking a day off and therefore allowing him one whole day of R&R. His mother was also not around, having gone to spend the day with a friend on the other side of town. In other words, it was the perfect day to relax.

To start off the day, he slept in. A treat really, especially considering his daily schedule of waking up at five A.M. Of course he didn't allow his body to sleep in too late, lest he ruin his sleep schedule. Still, it was nice not having to worry about an alarm all the same. Especially since his alarm was a hammer to the face. Stretching his arms over his head, Tsuna hopped out of bed to start a new day.

Reborn didn't like not knowing.

Information is a key tool to survival if one wanted to be a hitman. Accurate information, held with a dash of skepticism, and quick thinking, increased a hitman's survival rate by at least sixty-seven percent. These were all things that Reborn worked to gain and keep for every mission. But Reborn knew that he didn't have the correct information about this current mission, and it set off every alarm he had stored in his body. Of course, he didn't show it; especially not to his 'dame' student.

Tsunayoshi Sawada. A mystery all wrapped up in spiky brunet hair and the occasional rant of swearing. The file on him had originally said that he was a below average student, with practically hopeless results in everything he did. Of course, this was what Reborn had initially saw the first time he met the kid and had immediately changed his mind about after he saw him run.

It wasn't so much as running as more like flying. The kid practically glided over fences and past people without even thinking. How he did this without training left Reborn stumped, and skeptical. It was obvious to the professional eye that Tsuna had been previously trained. This could explain a lot of things, including the already awakened Hyper Intuition that the brunet was displaying. Whether or not Tsuna self-trained or was trained by another was a different matter, and a dangerous line of questioning as far as Reborn was concerned. There were several questioning things that happened around the boy that he kept quiet about.

Unbidden, a memory came up from one of his first nights staying in Tsuna's room.

~Flashback~

"Please . . .don't leave me . . . ." startled awake by the distressed whisper echoing in the room, Reborn tilted his head to look over at his new student. Tsuna was twisting around in his sleep, breathing heavily. If Reborn was a lesser man, he would have assumed that the boy was only having one of those 'teenager' dreams. Instead, he could see the distress in the child's pinched face and tightened shoulder blades.

Hopping out of his hammock (thinking he had to punish his student for not waking up from the noise he was purposely making), Reborn made his way to Tsuna's twitching form. ". . . .please!" The boy whimpered, tears forming at the edge of his eyes. Wondering who exactly he was dreaming of, Reborn decided to be impatient and kicked his student awake.

"ACK!" Yelled out Tsuna as he curled inward in pain. "What was that for?!" The boy wheezed, looking over at the hitman standing over his bed.

"Who were you dreaming of Dame-Tsuna?" Reborn wasn't really in the mood for his usually arguments with the kid, instead opting for a direct approach.

A long silence stretched itself across the next few minutes before the brunet turned away from Reborn and huffed. "No one. Seriously, just go back to sleep. It's not even five!" Not detecting a lie, Reborn went back to his hammock in deep thought. A few minutes later he heard the familiar cries of Tsuna's pleas.

~Flashback End~

The nightmares did not come often, or annually. It was only occasionally, usually after a particularly rough training session or a very stressful day at school, Reborn noticed. The hitman had resolved to leave it alone and let his student deal with whatever problem he didn't feel like sharing. He observed, however, and took mental notes on whatever Tsuna would say. He didn't know what prompted these dreams, but the only logical conclusion he had included Iemitsu and his idiocy.

Still . . .last night . . .last night Reborn had made an exception.

He could still remember it. Tsuna's half-asleep and dazed eyes looking at him after waking himself up from a particularly bad dream and whispering, 'What did I do wrong . . . ?' As the hitman didn't have an answer for his student, he could only pet his hair as he went back to sleep, offering a little comfort for the lost soul.

It was the next morning that he had called the idiot blonde for a little chat.

Tsuna had just finished getting dressed when a chill went down his spine. He paused in zipping up his sweatshirt, biting his lip as he tried to figure out what was the issue. As he couldn't come up with the problem, he simply finished zipping his jacket and made his way to go downstairs. It wasn't until he reached the bottom of the steps that the front door was rudely slammed open to reveal a muscular, Italian blonde with an idiotic smile.

Eye twitching, Tsuna wondered why the gods insisted on torturing him as he stared at the grinning form of Iemitsu.