Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or any part of it what-so-ever!

Yea, I tried to get this chapter in before New years, but couldn't manage to do it in time. Sorry D: Anyways, this chapter is just them hanging out before it turns 12:00am. The next chapter has pairings:

LalxCollonello

Allx27

96x69

etc.

Also, I was listening to the piano cover of 'bleeding love' cover by jordus on youtube. (I think we all know its by Leona Lewis)XD Though its autoplay and goes by itself I can't stop listening to it, one of my fav. songs.

Chapter 8: Happy New year's! Part.1

"Mhmm...yes, why I would love another bannana, Gokudera-kun. Oh no thank you, I don't like pineapples...hmmm...evil...pineapple! HELP! OW-"

Tsuna woke up to Reborn slamming the 100lb Leon hammer down on him. "What a dream." He mummbled rubbing the bump forming on his head. He looked over at Reborn, who had been staring at him with his cute kitty-smile the whole time he had been talking to himself. "What? You're creeping me out."

"Do you know what today is?" Reborn asked, his tone serious.

"New Years eve?" Tsuna hoped he was right. Since he'd just woken up yesterday he never really got the chance to look at the calender, but then again his guardians had been talking about it before they had left yesterday.

"Correct." Reborn said jumping onto his shoulder. "It just so happens that Gokudera is throwing a party at his house for all the guardians. Though he was being held at gunpoint to annouce it, he seemed pretty excited about it. Now go downstairs. I'm hungry."

"Gunpoint? Reborn if you wanted to have a party, you coulda just threw one yourself!" The reincarnation of the devil himself. Tsuna thought, heading downstairs for breakfast. He noticed Lambo stuffing food in his face while ignoring Ipin's scolds. He looked up at Tsuna and burped.

"Stupid Tsuna is finally up! Stupidera invited Lambo-san to a party!" Lambo looked pretty damned proud of himself, but caught Reborn's gaze. "I bet you didn't get invited Reborn! Gyahaha..." He suddenly flung himself at Reborn, who just smacked him away effortlessly.

"Ha t-that didn't h-hurt Lambo-san one bit...G-Gotta..stay...ca- BWAHHH!" He started bawling on the kitchen floor.

"Gokudera-san said he really wants you to come too." Ipin told Tsuna as he took a seat at the table.

Reborn hopped off Tsuna's shoulder to the table just as Nana came in.

"Oh Tsu-kun, I was just about to go wake you up." She held out plates for Reborn and Tsuna who took them greatfully. "Oh dear." She walked over to the crying Lambo, and patted him until he hiccuped. "Lets go shopping before the party starts, we can go buy come candy." She smiled as she saw Lambo perk up at the sound of candy.

"Grape candy?" Lambo asked eagerly.

"Why yes." Nana grabbed her purse off the bar. "Anyone else care to accompany us?"

"Me!" I-pin jumped onto Nana's shoulders, making her giggle.

"I guess I'll come too, GYUA-ACK?" Tsuna's collar tightened as Reborn muttered something under his breath.

Nana looked over at Tsuna, who was waving his hands francially. She assumed he was waving 'goodbye, have a nice time.' "Love you too, Tsun-kun." she called as she walked out the door.

"SHIT, REBORN. I REALLY WANTED TO GO!" Tsuna coughed out. He pulled down the collar of his pj's, revealing his metalic choker that had just loosened. Damn this seal.

"If you went, you wouldn't be able to have a good time with your guardains." Right on cue, the doorbell rang.

Tsuna opened the door, waiting there was Gokudera snapping at Yamamoto for randomly changing the subject. When he saw Tsuna, his eyes lit up. "Hey Juudaime! I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out until the party. I came alone, but unfortunately this baseball-baka saw me and started following me." His eyes rested on Tsuna's shirt and realized he was still in his pj's. "Oh! Did we come at a bad time?" He asked quickly. "Because I can just go-"

"It's fine, Gokudera-kun." Tsuna affirmed. "Come in, I'll be ready in just a second."

"J-Juudiame invited me in..." Gokudera eyes started to well up. Sure, he'd been invited lots of times, but it had been by Reborn or Nana. Of course, the only logical reason Tsuna let him in was...

Come in, my one and only right-hand man. Dream Tsuna held the door open for Gokudera.

Thanks, Juudiame.

You deserve it for working so hard as his right-hand man. Dream Reborn assured.

Dream Tsuna slammed the door on Yamamoto's face. That baseball-baka doesn't deserve the comfort of my home. Lets go upstairs so I can show you the list of 1000 reasons why Gokudera-kun should my right-hand man.

"I would love to see the list!" Gokudera shouted aloud.

Tsuna sweatdropped. Maybe it's just something Bianchi fed him..

When Tsuna was done brushing his teeth, and tying his hair in a low ponytail he slipped on black sweatjacket (that had a randomly had a '27' on it) and a pair of gray jeans. The news had said it would be cold, but how cold could it possibly get? Jeez, my bangs are getting long too. He thought, sweeping them out of his face. In seconds, they were back again. He looked at the bathroom clock that read 10:36. Tsuna then climbed downstairs, Reborn was sitting on Yamamoto's shoulder, listening to Gokudera who was talking about how awesome the party would be.

"Sorry it took so long." Tsuna apologized.

"It's only been five minutes, haha." Yamamoto laughed rather loudly.

Once outside, Tsuna wished he had brought something warmer, it felt a little colder than 60 degrees. "So where are we going?" Tsuna asked, cutting in between Yamamoto's and Gokudera's agruing.

"Bowling!" Gokudera smiled proudly, holding up four bowling tickets.

"Where'd you get those?" Yamamoto asked, reaching out to get one, but Gokudera swiped them away just in time.

"Normally, I wouldn't infom incompetent boob like you, but..."

*Flashback*

"Happy birthday, Hayato!" Bianchi said as she handed him two presents. She wore her goggles so Gokudera wouldn't faint.

Gokudera scowled as he slowly opening it, hoping it wasn't anything girly which Bianchi tended to get him. It was worse; pancakes. Not just any pancakes, Bianchi's posion cooking. "The fuck-" He threw the contaminated food over his shoulder. "Are you trying to kill me? And who wraps pancakes!" He reached over to his smaller rectangular present.

It was four bowling tickets that never expired.

"YOU KNOW I HATE BOWLING, DAMN IT."

"It's not the present that counts, Hayato." Bianchi face shadowed.

"Huh?" Gokudera looked at his sister in confusion.

"It's the LOVE put into the present. In fact, the presents don't ever matter! ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE." Her eys twinkled as an imaginary Reborn appeared behind her. "LOVE IS THE ONLY THING THAT COUNTS. I hope this will be a life-lesson to you, Hayato." A single tear ran down her cheek.

"You just missed the whole point is that these presents suck ass!" Gokudera snapped.

*Present*

"Oh..." Tsuna sweat dropped.

"Touching..." Yamamoto sniffed, taking the Leon handkerchief from Reborn. Ew.

They arrived at the bowling alley, changing into bowling shoes and handing in the tickets. Reborn somehow managed to change into professional bowling clothes between the scene change. "Listen up fellow bolwers, this will be a bowling contest. The winner will get a special surprise."

"I'll try my best, Manager-sensei." Yamamoto clamped his hand into a fist.

"Reborn..when did you change into that?" Tsuna was already used to Yamamoto not being able to tell the difference.

"Don't worry, manager." Gokudera shadowed his eyes. "I'LL WIN FOR JUUDIAME! He'll be so proud of me..." Gokudera went off into another of his right-hand man fantisies.

"You too Gokudera-kun?" Ok, Yamamoto he could understand. But how could Gokudera not tell?

"I'll go first!" Gokudera annouced confidently.

"Maa, Maa." Yamamoto chuckled. "So competitive."

"Shut up! Here I go...!" Gokudera snatched a bowling ball and rolled it at a speed of 200mph. The ball veered off course, missing its target completely.

GUTTER BALL. The screen read.

"Hmm. Pathetic." Reborn said bluntly.

"What the-" Gokudera exclaimed in disbelief as a curtain of gloom covered him.

"Aw, it's ok 'Dera." Yamamoto encouraged, patting his shoulder.

"Screw you." Gokudera snarled. He grabbed another bowling ball, his belt glinted with resolve. "Buckle of the strorm version X." Gokudera taped on his dynamites, not caring the slightest bit about the suspious glances of random onlookers. "Rocket bomb, version X; homing missle." He then rolled the detonating ball towards the pins.

Tsuna and Yamamoto watched in disbelief as Gokudera rolled the explosive bowling ball. Reborn leened forward on Yamamoto's shoulder with interest.

BOOM.

STRIKE. The screen flashed.

Despite the explosion, the pinsetter swept away the bowling pins, and set another set out pins out.

"Your turn, Juudiame." Gokudera handed Tsuna a blue bowling ball, acting as if nothing happened.

"Thanks..." Tsuna sweatdropped. "I'm not really good at bowling either.." He mummbled, walking until he was a foot away from the foul line. He aimmed carefully and concentrated. He started to roll the ball; nothing could break his concentration now.

"Dame-Tsuna, your shoelace is untied."

Tsuna looked down, and Reborn took this chance to replace Tsuna's bowling ball with Leon.

"Huh...No its not." Tsuna noted.

He noticed the ball felt slightly lighter, but shrugged it off. He was about to roll it, but made the mistake of glancing over at its...eyes? Wait, bowling pins don't have eyes!

"HOLY SHIT!" Tsuna flung Leon (poor Leon) at the pins, suprisingly hitting a perfect strike.

"As expected of Juudiame, a strike on his first try!" Gokudera praised.

"Nice, Tsuna!" Yamamoto exclaimed.

Reborn frowned.

"Did you not see what happened?" Tsuna sweated, trying to recover from his heart attack. Leon crawled out of the way, dodging the pinsetter before it could sweep him away, he then crawled back to the comfort of his master's Fedora, his tiny body sore. Tsuna picked up another bowling ball and threw it hastily before Reborn could think of anything else like supergluing it to his hand or make him drop it on his foot. To his sursprise, it hit all the pins again and once again the screen flashed:

STRIKE.

"Amazing!" Gokudera and Yamamoto awed in unison.

I offically hate bowling.

"My turn!" Yamamoto said, picking up a red ball.

"You'll never be as good as Juudiame!" Gokudera snorted proudly.

"Ha, Ha probably not." Yamamoto responded, laughing it off.

The bowling manager came out of his office, grunting. He had got alot of reports from his employees about a group of obnoxious teens, and a baby. How much trouble could they be? Poor manager had no idea who he was messing with.

"You'll never be as good as Tenth!" A snide voice shouted.

The manager looked over to see a group of three teens and a baby.(that had a uniform that looked identical to his) The teen with the threating tone had silver hair and a slight accent. Another tall teen with spiky black hair threw his arm around a tired looking brunette with messy mop hair, tied up in the back. The tall teen let go of the brunettte, and a baby that was resting on his shoulder jumped to the smaller boy. Grabbing a ball the tall teen walked up to the bowling line.

Could these be the ones? The manager wondered.

The tall dark haired one started to roll the ball, but then froze, his concentrated eyes showed a strange twinkle. He then took a stance that reminded the manager of a pitcher's in baseball.

What a wierd way to play bowling.

"Ah Yama-" The brunette's eyes widened in realization.

The manager's eyes almost popped out of his skull as he saw the teen not roll, but throw- no, pitch the bowling ball at the pins, which cracked from the impact.

"YOU STUPID BASEBALL FREAK! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO ROLL, NOT THROW THE BALL!" The silver haired boy shrieked in exasperation.

The black haired teen scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Ahaha, oops. I get carried away in that position."

Reborn was resting on Tsuna's shoulder listening to the bickering of Yamamoto and Gokudera when he felt a figure approach them from behind. Instinctively he transformed Leon into a pistol and aimmed it behind him, not even bothering to look back.

CLICK.

Tsuna turned to face the manager, sensing his approach as well. "Can we help you sir?"

The manager was staring at Reborn's gun, as if trying to decide if it was real or not. He then looked over at Tsuna, and his face became twisted with anger. "Please take your leave. YOU DESTROYED MY PRECIOUS PINS!"

"Well about that-"

"GET. OUT."

They didn't have to be told twice, they changed thier shoes and hurried out of the building.

"Idiot, you got us kicked out." Gokudera snapped at Yamamoto.

"I don't think he meant it it." Tsuna sighed pulling the two apart.

"Now what should we do?" Yamamoto wondered aloud.

Gokudera glanced at his wristwatch. "Holy shit, how is it already 1:02?"

"I do feel really hungry." Yamamoto said, and as if on cue, his stomach growled.

"Tenth, I'll treat you to McDonalds." Gokudera said pulling Tsuna in the opposite direction.

(A/n:Yeah can you believe it? There are Mcdonalds in Japan.)

"You better be talking about me too." Reborn warned. Once again, during the scene change, his clothes had returned to normal.

"Of course, Reborn-san." Gokudera flashed a proud smile.

"Hey 'Dera!" Yamamoto called, running after them.

"This way!" Gokudera yanked Tsuna in the small fast food building.

"You forgot your-" The door slammed on Yamamoto's face, and Yamamoto's face smooshed as it slid slowly down the smooth glass. Ow.

"Move!" he pushed an old lady out of his way to get in the front of the line. He looked over at Tsuna and Reborn, waiting for them to order. "Perfect. Just me, Juudiame, and Reborn-san...soon the tenth will be mine and out of the that baseball freak's evil grasp. He won't stand a chance. Heh heh heh..." He didn't even realize he was saying these things aloud, a creepy aura seeping out of him.

"Not to burst your bubble, but I highly doubt that will happen. Also, the cashier is waiting to take your order." Reborn asserted.

"R-Right!" Gokudera snapped out of his thoughts. "I'll take a cheeseburger, fries, Cola-"

"I'll take the number 7 along with a cup of espresso." Reborn infringed.

"I guess I'll take a cheeseburger also." Tsuna was looking over at Yamamoto, who was still outside recovering from the painful run-in with the glass door.

"So...two cheeseburgers, a coke, number seven, and a espresso?" The cashier repeated.

"Yes." Gokudera nodded quickly, for Yamamoto stood up and started to walk in.

"That'll be a total of 1,800 yen."

Gokudera dug in his pockets, to grab for his wallet, but to his surprise they were empty. Must be in the back pockets. They weren't. Gokudera frantically searched himself, making the cashier's eyes widen at the sight of bombs. "I know I had it just a couple of minutes ago-"

Tsuna looked over at Gokudera. "Anything wrong?"

Gokudera laughed nervously. "O-Of course not! Haha..."

"Looks like he forgot his wallet." Reborn noted.

"Oh really?" Tsuna looked over at Gokudera. "Don't worry, I can pay-"

"NO!" Gokudera shouted a little too loudly, and laughed it off. "Ahaha..I mean, no I know I have it."

"'Dera, you forgot your wallet back there!" Yamamoto ran up to the rest of the group, breathing heavily which was usual because of his athlectic abilites.

whack. wham. pow. Gokudera was mentally slapped with embarrasment, guilt, and anger. He gritted his teeth, and everyone nearly fainted in shock as he seethed, "Why, t-tha-thank *eye twitch* you, baseb- Takeshi." A forced smile was plastered to Gokudera's face, but his eyes showed 'KILL'.

Tsuna backed away along with Yamamoto, absoulely terrified.

"N-No problem...ahaha *gulp* w-well Tsuna, k-kid, time to go find ourselves a table." Tsuna and Yamamoto scrambled off. Even Reborn, resting on Tsuna's sholder was surprised. (though he showed no hint of it.)

"Sir."

Gokudera's head did a complete 180, the rest of his body still facing the opposite direction. His creepy smile was still pastered to his face as he met the manager's eyes.

"Here's your ord- EYAHHHHHH!" The manager fainted on eye contact, and later he was found a vitcim of cardiac arrest.

The sun had begun to set and Gokudera looked at his watch. 6:30. They would have to start walking now if they wanted to get to Gokudera's house by seven, which was when the party started.

"So, what now?" Yamamoto asked lazily.

"Desu! Is that Tsuna-kun over there?" A voice called out.

"No, his hair is too long..wait, that's Reborn, Gokudera, and Yamamoto!"

Two girls ran up to the group of boys. One had short honey-coloured hair and a sweet face, while the other bouncy girl had her brown hair tied back in a high ponytail.

"Kyoko-chan! Haru!" Tsuna greeted.

"Tsuna-kun! I knew it was you!" Haru squeezed Tsuna in her death embrace, Reborn managed to evade it by jumping on Gokudera's shoulder. Tsuna wasn't sure which was worse, his collar, or her.

"How many times do I have to tell you, let go of the tenth, you stupid woman!" Gokudera pried the two apart.

"Tsuna-kun what happened to your hair! Wow, its so soft! Cute hairite...it looks expensive." Kyoko tugged at his hair, making sure it was real.

"Ow-" Tsuna wasn't used to people touching his hair. He gently pulled away, looking over at his guardians for help.

"I put super hair growth in his hair, if I told you any more I'd have to kill you." Reborn surprisingly saved Tsuna.

"Not to interrupt or anything, but weren't we walking to 'Dera's house?" Yamamoto reminded them.

"Oh yea! Sorry, Kyoko-chan, Haru." Tsuna apologized.

"That's ok, Tsuna-kun. Me and Haru were on our way to get Hana so we could watch the fireworks." Kyoko and Haru waved to them as they left.

"Let's go." Tsuna urged. His chest hurt slightly at seeing Kyoko's face right before she turned to leave. It was filled with sorrow and worry. Maybe staying away from her was for the best.

"..." was Tsuna's and Yamamoto's reaction when they saw Gokudera's house. Tsuna knew Gokudera was rich, but not this rich. His house was a mansion, the front yard had mini-ponds and angelic statues. Every detail of the house was fancy, all three stories of it. He wondered why he had never been invited over. He looked over at Gokudera with awed eyes. Gokudera however did not return the look. His face was slightly sheepish, mixed with guilt.

"Are we going to stand here gawking or are we going to go in?" Reborn asked impatiently.

"Wow, 'Dera! You're house is amazing." Yamamoto breathed in all of the scene as the four started walking.

Gokudera took in a sharp breath and blocked Tsuna's path. "I"M SORRY I NEVER TOLD YOU OR INVITED YOU OVER! BIANCHI SAID SHE WANTED TO KEEP HOW WE LIVE A SECERT! I'LL COMIMIT SEPPUKU FOR MY INSOLENCE-" He pulled a tanto (Sword used to commit seppuku) out of nowhere, but Tsuna snatched it away from him and sighed as Gokudera then started bowing.

"Please don't do anything reckless, Gokudera-kun." Tsuna helped him to his feet, his expression serious. "If you did something like that, I wouldn't forgive myself."

Gokudera's eyes sparked; but then dimmed as he heard a voice call out from behind him.

"I can't believe someone like you would go that far for love, Hayato." Bianchi appeared, luckily she was wearing her goggles.

"Egad." Gokudera flinched, shocked at her sudden appearance.

"Reborn!" Bianchi cooed at the hitman.

"AM I AT THE RIGHT PLACE? HEY, IT IS OCTOPUS HEAD."

Gokudera prayed it was just a random crazed street marketer passing by talking to his sushi, but he looked back, and of course It had to be- "Turf-head, say that again and I'll press charges for trespassing."

Ryohei completly ignored him. "Sawada! Master Pao Pao! Y-"

"Shut the hell up!" Gokudera barked, not wanting the introductions to last all night. He escorted everyone (reluctantly Ryohei and Yamamoto) inside his house.

The inside was more breathtaking than the outside. They were greeted by bulters as they walked inside (which Gokudera snapped at to stay away) aristocratic funiture filled the room, elegant potraits hung on the walls, but the thing that caugh Tsuna's eye the most was the piano in the middle of the room. It was a glossy black grand piano, the keys were bage, made with real ivory sparkled dimmly in the light. A single sheet of music rested on the frame of the piano.

"Wow, what a shiny paino!" Yamamoto commented.

"EXTREMELY SHINY." Ryohei added.

Gokudera looked over and flinched. The piano belonged to his mother, and he only played it when he felt something in his heart. Like a diary, on happy days, beautiful alluring music, sad days, heartachingly slow but meaningful music; angry days, the music would have it would be played sharply, though the notes were never misplaced. Not wanting to ruin the mood he nodded, hoping someone would change the subject.

"Why don't you play it for us?" Bianchi suggested.

Damn that witch...

"Maa, 'Dera that sounds nice." Yamamoto chimmed in.

Gokudera looked over at Tsuna, who was looking at him eagerly. Inwardly Gokudera sighed; he couldn't dissapoint his boss as the right-hand man. "Okay." He walked over to the piano, lifting off the keyboard guard. He absoluelty could not mess up in front of the tenth.

Ding dong.

"Ill get it Master Gokudera." One of the bulters replied.

Gokudera rolled his eyes. "Don't call me that."

He sat down on the wooden stood, posioning himself so his back was erect, and his fingers were posioned right for the first few notes. His mother had taught him how to play this piece when he was little. He hoped he still remebered how to play. I can do this, he assured himself.

As he played the first notes his hands flicked flawlessly over the keys rythmically. He tapped his feet quietly along, keeping his steady beat. The next small part was just a series of Minors. He pushed harder on the next set of keys, and they crescendoed along with him, gradually get louder. As it did, the beat picked up. Though the song had a playful tone to it, the piano's tone was sad and filled with grief. Gokudera's hand ran across the instrument exquisitely, never missing a beat. He always had a little trouble mixing the majors with the minors, but he managed to render the piece without any mistakes. Phew.

The last notes were played much slower, and the notes got longer and longer until they were synchronized together as the ending note. The whole song had been heartbreakingly beautiful, it ended just as strongly as he had started. Gokudera looked over at the stunned onlookers, who were all staring at him, speechless.

"Wow, that was superb." A soft voice broke the stunned silence, snapping them out of thier thoughts. They all turned to the raven haired girl with the pineapple haircut.

"Chrome? When did- how did-" Tsuna wondered how long Chrome had been with them.

"I ran the doorbell like five minutes ago..." Chrome explained. "Mukuro-sama was with me, but he forgot something and had to go get it."

"Oh yea, now I remeber the doorbell ringing just as Gokudera-kun started his song." He turned back to Gokudera, "That was amazing! I've never heard anyone play like that in my life."

"R-Really?" Gokudera could feel his lungs surging with pride.

"You sounded like a professional, 'Dera." Yamamoto exclaimed.

"A professional TO THE EXTREME." Ryohei added.

"Damnit, will you shut up turf-top! You sound like a retarted echo, only one whose obsessed with saying EXTREME in every damned sentence!" Gokudera groaned. He would've been perfectly fine with only the tenth's praise.

"Dame-Tsuna, check the front door, the doorbell rung again."

"I didn't hear anything." Tsuna protested. Leon was transformed into a baby-sized Katana that Reborn held to Tsuna's neck. "Okay, Okay I get it." He walked over to the entrance, opening the door reavealing Adult Lal, Colonello, Fon, Lambo, and (regular) Dino.

Phew...It took my WAY longer than I thought it would. I got caught up with launchin fireworks. :DD. I know this will be a fail, but I'll have the next chapter up by tommorow or Sunday. Technically it will still be new years. Tell me what you think in Reviews Xd...Also note: Once school starts I won't be able to give regular updates because my school starts at 10:30 and ends at 4:00 but I don't get home til around 6:00...Fml. Mukuro will also appear in the next chapter. RnR. please XD.