A/N: This just slammed itself inoculated the side of my brain. The result? Could. Not. Stop. LAUGHING! Hope you guys enjoy.

Oh snap.

"What the f*** are you looking at?"

No.

"The world is nothing but vast disappointment left and right."

No no no.

"Slit his throat? No. Scramble his brains? No. Slice him from chin to toe scoop up his insides ground them up and put them back in? ...No."

Nononononono!

"Such negative thinking. I know, we should throw a party!"

Oh hail no.

"U-um m-maybe we should all c-calm d-d-down and um..."

It's official. Giannini is so screwed.

"Giannini..."

And death was already knocking at his door.

"Y-yes Reborn-san."

"What. Happened."

"W-well, Reborn-san, I was test driving a new device that is supposed to renew lost energy at a faster, but still healthy, rate. Unfortunately, once I'd gotten everybody to agree to try it, Lambo-san some how bumped into Hibari-san and his coffee went spilling all over the cords. The system went haywire while Hibari-san was chasing Lambo-san around the room. Everyone else was trying to stop them and some how they all ended up chasing each other into the machine. It started up suddenly and they all came out...like that." the mechanic stumbled through his words all while the hitman was sending a cold death glare at him. Reborn took a glance over at the cow that started all of this. He was running around in circles shaking everybody's hand like his name wasn't being cursed by a very angry home tutor.

Taking a look around the rest of the room, he would've let his jaw hit the floor if he wasn't a respected and feared hitman; he had a reputation to uphold. Mukuro was glaring at anything and everything that dared to speak to or look at him in the wrong way all while spewing profanities like a sailor in many, many different languages. The illusionist caught the tutor staring him and began to scowl.

"You look like you've got something to say, b******." he spat accusingly. Reborn scoffed shifting his gaze. His eyes landed on the baseball lover who had a faraway look in his eyes and a deep frown embedded in his face.

"I have nothing to live for. My being is just a waste of space. For what reason was I born?" Reborn looked incredulously at the boy before shaking his head at focusing in on the person behind him. Ryohei.

"Um...guys, I t-think we should e-extremely-." the teen began before a mahogany chair smashed besides his head effectively shuting him up. The tutor whipped his head in the direction the flying chair came from and saw his student with his arm outstretched with a poker face.

"Would you be quite, I'm trying to think." Reborn felt a bit proud that his unless student was trying to figure something out from the current situation completely dismissing the fact that the sun guardian could've ended up in the hospital. "Where was I? Lure him into a lion's den with a fake promise of candy? No. Slowly poor a large tub of acid on top of his body and him writhe in pain?...Promising, but no. Well...maybe."

Yep, proud moment gone.

Scanning around again, his eyes landed on Hibari. Oh lord, Hibari. Said skylark was smiling, smiling like absolutely nothing was wrong with the situation going on around them and practically breathing down necks telling everyone that things were going to be okay. Things were most certaintly not okay! Reborn had to fight the urge not to gape and face palm at this, instead he shut his eyes and dared himself to look at the last occupant in the room. Inching his head that direction, Reborn slowly but surely pried open one of his eyes to see the silverette...good god, no. The hitman wanted bang his head against the wall repeatedly because of what he witnessed. Hayato Gokudera was, believe it or not, pulling a Shamal and was flirting, you read right, flirting with a unaffected Chrome Dokuro who looked like a rigid tomato red board now finding the tile floor undoubtedly interesting.

Reborn's facial expression right now? (·`^ ·) That just about sums it up.

"Could you quite down? I can't hear myself being depressed." Yamamoto droned then went into amarillo position facing a wall.

"Your face!" Hibari screamed joyously clapping his hands together.

"Oi, you with the tonfas, shut up!" Mukuro screeched. Hibari abruptly stopped what he was doing and turned to the other male. Giannini and Reborn honestly thought that an all-out war was about to start until the skylark opened his mouth.

"Your face! No. Your HAIR!" Hibari shouted grinning like a fool while Mukuro looked like he wanted to kill. Hibari crossed his arms triumphantly, "That hairstyle trumps the very notion of fruit based hairdressing!"

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Hey, can't you see I'm trying to get a date here?" Gokudera complained loudly.

"My soul is a black hole sucking up everything in sight." Yamamoto sighed in a corner.

"R-Reborn-san,"Giannini began, "what should we do?" the hitman was silent for a moment.

"...Change them back...now." he said. Giannini nodded and turned to leave but was stopped by a hand grabbing his shoulder. Looking up, he saw it was Reborn still staring at the scene in front of him, this time thoughtfully.

"...But first, get me a video camera." Giannini sweat dropped but nodded again and ran out the sliding door.

Experimenting: ...You're doing it wrong.