Chapter two

A/N: Here's the second chapter…. Also, I really want to know if you guys find it weird that I like physics and am good at it? I don't know, it's just… really easy. (good for me, I guess :D)

Holy shit what is wrong with google? E-I just went to search "Timoteo"….. it's an underwear brand. WHAAA? And then she searched "Nono" and got a Taiwanese wedding site. Again, WHAAAA?

Shout-out: Thanks to English-illiterate for Beta-ing and many thanks to In times of crisis we unite, Lotori, Smally, Tanaka Yue, Tomoe-Chii, Verlorener Engel, cross-over-lover232, khr1410, stealtagracia for favouriting or following.

Disclaimer: Just using the characters as my little puppets, fufuf- *stabbed with trident*

[btw there are no OCs]

Say goodbye
As we dance with the devil tonight...
-Dance With the Devil by Breaking Benjamin

Enter Chaos

Reborn tilted his fedora down. Dammit. They were right. Enrico, shot in a family feud. Massimo, drowned. Federico, starved and tortured to death, right there in Italy, just under their noses.

They knew the killers.

Obviously, since they were the killers themselves. For Vongola blood to be spilled this easily... The hitman's small fists clenched and, visibly fuming, he lifted his Leon-gun and proceeded to place a few holes into the ground, violently.
Tch.

His phone buzzed.

"Reborn, you have a job from Nono."

Ah. He should have been expecting this call.

"And a message: It's time. Be careful."

Reborn's eyes narrowed. No one had to tell him that. They killed the heirs, in order of their age. Clearly the next one was Tsuna. The weakest, unaware, and most vulnerable link. Should they get to him, or allow him to take over as Decimo and manipulate him from there... He tilted his head down, shadowing his eyes. The results would destroy them all.

He turned his attention once more to the phone. "I accept."

"Of course." The line went flat.

Reborn smirked, bloodlust licking away at his aura.

Bring it on.

[Reborn... be careful. There is death surrounding my heir... and he is not the one in danger.]

Tsuna shuffled into the kitchen, yawning, and took the instant pancakes out of the freezer and dumped them into the microwave. He set the time, hit start, and grabbed the canned coffee, rubbing blurrily at unfocused eyes.

Another figure stumbled into the kitchen, mumbling incoherently.

"Good morning Kyoya-kun." Tsuna threw the can over and the prefect caught it with elegant grace.

Kyoya- Hibari- gulped down the contents and flung the empty can into the bin. "Omnivore, whatever happened last night stays between us."

Tsuna shot him an exasperated look. "You totally creamed me last night. That's reason enough to stay mum about it."

"Hn."

The microwave beeped and Tsuna took out the steaming contents, passing one gingerly to Hibari who wolfed it down, heedless of the scorching heat.

"Kyoya-kun, did you know what just transpired between us sounded suspiciously sick?"

A tonfa to the head. "It was just Mario Kart."

"Hai, hai." Tsuna retaliated with a roll of his expressive brown eyes.

A minute later, he was hanging a tongue over the sink, dousing it with water.

"How the hell do you eat that freakin burning pancake?!"

"Hn. It is no different from flames."

"Yours are cold, baka."

"Perhaps you're just suffering from a dose of immediate karma."

"Shut up."

"Hn."

He edged around the corner, gun in hand. And no, it wasn't the hand sign.

A genuine Colt 99, black edition with a sniping scope.

He swung around, bringing his knee up to lash a kick at the much taller man's leg and hit the inside of his knee, sucessfully bringing him down.

He glared down at his fallen opponent and leapt atop his stomach and shoved the barrel of the pistol in his mouth. "Don't move, otou-san."

That was the last straw.

"SO CUTE!" Iemitsu screamed and enveloped his three-year old son in a hug. Tsuna giggled and tried to escape his father's revenge, squirming valiantly away from the tickles.

"Ugnh..." Tsuna groaned as he struggled to sit up. "Oh hey, Tsuna, you're awake! How are you feeling?"

Said teen growled. "Like something died in my mouth."

The other laughed and handed him a bottle of water. "You fainted."

"No shit," Tsuna snorted and emptied half the water down his throat. "Where was it this time?"

"Library."

"Geez. So much for the 'quiet' rule." He made as if to hand over the water but his classmate waved at him to keep it. "I gotta go now, see ya."

"Thanks, Takeshi!" Tsuna called at the closing infirmary door before leaning back with a sigh.

He hadn't had that dream in years. So why now? Foreshadowing? He snorted again and lay back down. Maybe he just needed some goddamn rest.

Because, honestly, he really hadn't wanted to see that dream again. He hated his father for leaving, he hated him for finding the dark, bloody world of mafia more important than them and he hated him for leaving them vulnerable.

It was that bastard's fault, he thought, hands curled into claws with rage, that his mother was dead.

If he had been there, Mama wouldn't have died.

If he had been there... he'd still be alright.

And if he had never existed... none of them would have felt this pain.

And he hated his mother too, for dying.

But most of all he loathed himself. Who else to blame but his own self, who had brought this upon himself?

The laugh he released then was a twisted one of hate and dark despair.

Tsuna stayed in the infirmary until Kyoya-kun came to chase him out as school had ended. Tsuna left without a word and locked himself at home in his room after dumping all the mail onto the dining table. He'd go through them later. Right now, all he wanted to do was to make the world disappear for a while so he popped the pills and swallowed the tasteless capsules before falling onto his bed for some goddamn rest.

When he next awoke, it was with surprise as he surveyed the still-dark horizon. Four in the morning. Well, it was not as if he could go back to sleep anyway. And besides, having not eaten dinner the previous day, he was now, as a result, ravenous.

Chewing on his second omelette, he sifted through the pile of mail and stacked them in groups of 'trash', 'bills'' and 'stuff'. He paused at the last flyer.

"The hell?" He mumbled through a mouthful of melted cheese and eggs. He dumped the plate into the sink, downing the rest of the contents in his mouth with a glass of milk and put the empty cup into the sink too. Clearing his throat theatrically, he read out: "Would you like your child to be smarter, stronger and more charismatic? No problem! I will train your child personally to become the next generation's leader!"

He snorted and cast it aside. "Well really, such a scam. Who would believe this shit? For god's sake, it could be a scam artist for all I know, or a stalker, or a serial killer, or, hell, maybe even that baby in a fedora pointing a gun at me and glaring like I just gave him cooties, or even a rapist." Tsuna heaved a sigh, rubbing his temples, muttering: "open mind... keep an open mind..."

He looked down at said baby. "Well, kid, what do you want? I can't find your mama and the police station is-"

The powerful kick nailed the unsuspecting Tsuna in the head and said teen flew backward at an alarming speed.

Stunned and disorientated by his throbbing head, Tsuna lay there, half-slumped against the wall before looking up at the culprit.

"Ow," he stated simply, "what was that for?"

The baby smirked. "Ciaossu. My name is Reborn and I'm here to tutor you." He cocked his gun, safety going off with a click.

Tsuna blinked and sweatdropped. "Well, since it looks like I have no say in this matter, I'm going to school. Good. Bye." With that, he stalked out, slamming the front door.

Hmm. Looks like his student had an attitude. Well, he could work with that. Reborn smirked down at Leon, who was still in a gun form. Perhaps some... persuasive methods? But first, he had to explain the mafia and Tsuna's involvement in all this AND get him to accept it. Hmm. This would be fun. Reborn walked out, hopping to the top of the wall, jogging slightly to catch up to his almost-student.

"Hey, Dame-Tsuna." The boy refused to turn, or even acknowledge his presence. How rude. Reborn took aim near his target's feet and fired. Tsuna instinctively whirled and flung himself backward, only resulting in hitting his head- for a second time that day- against the wall with a dull thunk. He staggered and slowly sat down, wincing and reaching up to grab at his head. "Ugh, I think I might throw up." He managed, before blacking out. Reborn rolled his eyes at his useless student and grabbed the collar of his school uniform to drag him back home.

Tsuna awoke with a groan, mentally complaining about that horrid taste in his mouth again. He grabbed a half-full glass and tipped it, draining the contents before turning expectantly to Reborn.

"What? Spill it. Are you here to assassinate me, which is rather unlikely seeing as I'm still alive, or to tell me something about the mafia and my worthless dad, or are you just here to piss me off? Because the last one seems the most likely."

Reborn's eyes narrowed. "What do you know about the mafia?" He cocked the gun threateningly.

Tsuna snorted, unfazed. "Please, I've been training since three on how to use a gun. Yours does not scare me. Nor does the fact that you're pointing it at me faze me the slightest. Chew on that for a while."

Reborn fired. Tsuna watched as the bullet buried itself in the wall and turned back to face the menacing (baby) hitman.

"When your dad is the head of CEDEF and is planning you to someday take over it, you learn the basics." Tsuna elaborated.

"I'm here to tutor you, but not to become the next head of CEDEF." Reborn put a transformed Leon onto his fedora. "You are the sole heir to the title of Vongola Decimo."

Hieeee...?

A/N: not as long as the previous one, but i hope you still enjoyed it. I had pancakes for breakfast too... heheh.

Ugh, I only just woke up, I like something died in my mouth- it's like my taste buds died off or something.