AN: I'm thinking I should get a beta. Should I? or is the story readable and I don't need a beta?

Note: Yamamoto and Ryohei are a little OOC. I'm pretty damn sure Ryohei does not know the word 'vigilant'. Also, just to make it clear, Natsu knows Ryohei because both are sports-addict.

Chapter 8: Stretching Bonds

Tsuna woke to electricity. Not an alarm clock, but real, untamed, crackling electricity from a defibrillator. Needless to say, Tsuna was not a happy camper. Twitching slightly from excess static electricity, Tsuna groaned in pain as Natsu surged up besides him, having been shocked by electricity too, before collapsing on his back a second later.

Shuddering, Tsuna attempted to sit up, but failed horribly, the electricity having numbed some of his nerves causing him to not even be able to sit up. Mustering the strength to open his eyes, Tsuna blinked tiredly at the pale orange ceiling of his shared room. Next to him, Natsu released a pain filled groan.

Where had the electricity come from? wondered Tsuna duly, still half-asleep. The last thing he had remembered before the painfully flash of harnessed lightning was the flicker of the warmth of blankets, The fragments of a dream (fireworks was it? But so much smoke...), and the comforting presence of his twin, curled protectively next to him.

"Are you up now, Dame-Twins?" asked a squeaky voice right of him.

Sighing, Tsuna groggily turned onto his side to face the speaker. Reborn, prim and proper in his tailored suit, stared at him, unimpressed. "Reborn-kun..." grumbled Tsuna sleepily, peeking through his chocolate colored bangs at the alarm clock on the chair of his right. "It's 5 o'clock in the morning, it''s too early..."

"Better yet, What's with the defibrillator?" snapped Natsu, irritably, raising his head enough to be visible over Tsuna's shoulder, even as he yawned mid-sentenced. "Is it even legal?"

"I'm a hitman. I break laws daily" said Reborn with a tone that plainly said that Natsu had just asked a very, very stupid question. Tsuna was inclined to agree with him.

Tsuna muffled a snicker before noticing that the futon Natsu had pulled out of the closet for Reborn and Dino had been folded and tucked into a corner. Dino was missing.

"Where's Dino-ni, Reborn?" asked Tsuna, ignoring Natsu's sulking at the added honorific, the blonde still hadn't exactly gotten over not being the only older brother figure for Tsuna, nevermind Dino was supposed to be his older brother too.

"Don't know, that idiot was gone by the time I woke up. Left a note over there for you though" said Reborn pointing to the piece of paper on the bedstand, "Now get up. We got training to do, if you aren't downstairs in 10 minutes, I'm doubling it."

Sighing as Reborn left, Tsuna sat up and grabbed the folded piece of partment before quickly opening it up. Skimming over the text, Tsuna read it out loud:

Ohayo, Natsu and Tsuna

I'll be leaving for a couple days to check on my famiglia in Italy, but I'll be back in around 2 weeks. Until then, good luck on Reborn's training. Don't die. - Dino

Natsu blinked, "What does he mean by 'Don't die'? It's not that bad is it?"

Tsuna shrugged and forced himself to his feet. Natsu stared at him, "You aren't seriously listening to him and going downstairs, are you?"

Tsuna's locked his cocoa colored eyes onto Natsu's, raising a single eyebrow at his twin, "I for one, thinks this could benefit us. Maybe you can even land a hit on Mochida-sempai or even Hibari-san after this."

Snorting slightly as Natsu paled at the reminder of his upcoming duel with the kendo captain, Tsuna grabbed some exercising clothes and stalk into the bathroom, claiming it before Natsu could snap out of it.

Natsu was a bathroom hog if anything, and Tsuna really didn't want to deal with him now, especially with his inner body clock out of it's loop. OCD was a bitch sometimes.

Tsuna turned his back on his former opinion about Reborn's training exactly 12 minutes and 52 seconds later. Reborn's training was far worse than mixing Natsu with cooking. Which was very, very bad since Natsu's record currently consisted of 5 lawn fires, the destruction of 13 sets of pots and pans (Tsuna still didn't know how in the world Natsu managed to melt metal), accidental creation of radioactive or poisoned food, or in one case, the burning of their house and the burning of water of all things.

"I take it back! I take it back!" screeched Tsuna as he jumped over a fence and climb a fire escape like a monkey in a desperate attempt to clear the smoke of a massive grenade. Below him, a couple yards away, Natsu was ducking and dodging the hurtled bullets with some strain but managing, having practice from dodge ball.

Climbing onto the rails of the escape, Tsuna vaulted off it to the concrete sidewalk 5 meters below, just in time to avoid a grenade, which promptly blew a hole in the fire escape.

His breaths fast and shallow, Tsuna's cheeks were flushed a light red, unused to much exercise. His thighs burned and his arms ached. His hands were raw and red from grabbing rough materials and the muscles he didn't even know he had were strained.

His grey sweatpants were torn at the edges and covered in dirt. His white shirt with two parallel vertical black stripes was decent, having been protected by a green sweater with a fur hood , which was obviously battered. His tennis shoes were covered in dust but otherwise, he seemed fine.

Natsu was much better, observed Tsuna enviously. Being a sports-addict had payed off, and Natsu was keeping up with Reborn with some hard work, unlike Tsuna who was keeping up with Reborn on the skin of his teeth.

Natsu was clad in a sleeveless red shirt with the words 'Gangstaz' in a crimson slanted oval and a pair of black sweats that had some dirt on the edges. His shoes were sneakers and wristbands laid on his wrists.

Tsuna released another unholy shriek as Reborn shot another volley of bullets at him, distracting him from his observations, but managed to flip himself behind a dumpster. At the same time, Natsu grabbed a fallen branch from the ground and tried to hit an incoming grenade with it like a baseball bat.

Unfortunately for Natsu, the grenade exploded on contact with the tree branch, and sent Natsu flat on his back, earning more than one bruise. Hissing in pain, Natsu leaped to his feet, and ran when he spotted the bazooka, Reborn was loading.

"Fuck, How the hell does Dino deal with this!?" cursed Natsu under his breath as he dodged behind an alley, thinking of the missing blonde. Thought the note said he needed to check on his own Famiglia, both of the Sawada Twins were pretty sure it was because Dino wanted to avoid Reborn's wake-up call and training.

Not that they could blame him, they would have done it to in his shoes. But a warning would have been appreciated. Like a god.

Growling, Natsu shot out of the alley the moment the streets were clear of smoke, not wanting to risk being trapped in the alley. Tsuna, on the other hand, jumped onto the dumpster he had been hiding behind to avoid yet another grenade, and leaped onto the sidewalks.

Panting, Tsuna ran across the streets and darted behind a corner. God, thought Tsuna as another resounding blast of a grenade echoed in his ears, how in the world the neighbors still sleeping and not freaking out? Huffing, Tsuna braced himself to run, and promptly bumped into a rather familiar person.

"Tsuna?"

"Yamamoto!" cried Tsuna in surprise, and was about to greet him when the sound of gunshots reminded him of the situation he was currently in. With wide eyes, Tsuna grabbed Yamamoto's hand and ran.

"Wah-Tsuna!" yelled Yamamoto as the small brunette dragged him with surprising strength to safety.

"No time! Talk later" yelled Tsuna as he shoved Yamamoto behind a store. "Hide for now. Go home as soon as it's safe!"

With that, Tsuna ran off, leaving Yamamoto dumbfounded. "What in the world is going on?" muttered Yamamoto in confusion as he watched his dear friend's fading form and listened to the sharp explosions and gunshots.

Meanwhile, Streets away, Natsu was in a similar situation as his younger twin. The difference was that he had encountered the 'extreme' silver haired captain of the Namimori Boxing Club, Sasagawa Ryohei. Also known as the super duper overprotective older brother of one Sasagawa Kyoko.

"EXTREME! TO BE SO VIGILANT TO BE TRAINING AT THIS HOUR, YOU MUST JOIN MY BOXING CLUB!" roared the captain, as Natsu struggled to bring the silver haired boy to safety.

"Er, Look Sasagawa-sempai, I'm busy right now. I'll talk to you later, Stay here and hide for now" said Natsu nervously, darting glances behind him for his tyrant of a tutor. "I'll see you at school!"

Without waiting for a reply, the blonde haired boy shot off, alerted by the sound of gunshots.

"EXTREME! I NEED HIM IN MY BOXING CLUB!"

The classroom was silent. Like dead silent in which you can drop a pin and here it. The reason? Well...

"Tsuna? Natsu?" asked Yamamoto cautiously, looking at his rather beat up looking friends. He was rather worried, the class was worried, the teacher was worried, even Hibari Kyoya, the resident human icecube, was worried.

Natsu whimpered something, his face connected to his desk while Tsuna twitched from his position, his head in his arms. Yamamoto felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face as he stood over his exhausted friends.

The morning incident with Tsuna was strange enough, and the fact that the infamously energetic twins looked like they had been runned over by a bulldozer, spat out into acid, and then digested and spat out, wasn't really helping much for Yamamoto's confusion and concern.

Finally after a torturous silence, Natsu raised as he head, his face lined with exhaustion. "What?" asked Natsu tiredly, his mind scrambling for a coherent thought, which slip through his mental hold like water.

"Are you guys okay?" questioned Yamamoto eyeing a bruise on Natsu's cheek.

Natsu grimaced and was about to answer when a softer voice answered Yamamoto. "No" whispered Tsuna, not even bothering to move from his position, "We've just had bombs, grenades, bullets, heck a fence, thrown at us and been chased around town for 2 hours straight. Of course we're not okay!"

Yamamoto blinked, and came to an conclusion. "So you guys were playing a game?"

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