Hi hi~~

Holy frack. This may have possibly broke most reviews for first chapter! YAY great work guys~~

Honestly did NOT expect this to be that popular. Seriously.

Also just saying right now I'm really feeling the 1827 here soooooo yeah. Prepare for that. This may end up being an 1827 story. (I know alot of you were waiting for me to do one too so thats just a bonus. Though idea is still a maybe)

Also once again I must say- I am NOT good at writing Reborn. Terrible I know. Just like how I suck at canon!Tsuna (hence no canon Tsuna in like any of my works) so Reborn will be a little OOC. Soz.

Anyhoo

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"So. Reborn was it..?" Tsuna sighed, hands crossed behind his head in a devil may care fashion as he strolled to school. "Mafia boss huh?"

Reborn raised in eyebrow as he walked by the teen's side on a nearby wall. "You don't seem very surprised." The brunette shrugged in response.

"Nor do you seem to show any opinion to this."

"Oh no, actually I'm fucking ecstatic." Tsuna grumbled. Inside his head a certain invisible somebody was smirking.

'I hope that ice cream cone tastes terrible.'

I doubt it since its sprinkled with my victory. And rainbow sprinkles.

'God. damn. you.'

"Ah! Tsuna-kun!"

The brunette looked to see that the orange haired idol of their school and her bitchy but kinda cool friend come up to him. "Oh, yo Kyoko-san, Kurokawa-san!" He waved politely.

Kurokawa Hana raised an eyebrow, a look Tsuna was rather used to coming from her. Kyoko who had been the first to greet him was now blushing profusely. The young male looked at the flushed idol strangely.

'What's with her?'

You're half dressed in your pajamas idiot.

'Oh. So she's embarrassed at my lack of clothes?'

What would you feel if you saw, say, Hibari in only baggy sweat pants?

'Uh- as my dear Ryohei-nii might say- ExtrEMEly lucky.'

... God you are such- no, no actually that's pretty spot on.

"Soo what's new with you girls?" The brunette asked.

"Well for starters your half naked. Again."

'Ah Kurokawa Hana. Never fails to be as blunt as a rubber ball.'

Tsuna laughed at his own joke. Apparently this annoyed the dark haired female. Didn't make sense. She didn't even hear his joke. Jeez.

"Yeah I was a little busy running away from this baby over there." He looked pointedly at the hitman then back at the duo who stared.

"Ciaossu. I'm Reborn, Tsuna's new home tutor."

As Kyoko squealed and promptly began cooing over the infant on the wall Tsuna mentally sighed. The strawberry blonde idol was a very nice human being, he'll give her that but in terms of IQ well- it was easy sometimes to see how Ryohei and her were related. Hana at least had the decency to just... stare. Finally she shook her head with a sigh. "Tsuna.. You are really... On a whole different league to those monkeys."

Tsuna grinned maniacally. "Thanks."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"But I'm going to take it as one aren't I?" He teased.

The girl sighed again but the brunette's observant honey brown eyes caught the small smile on the edge of her lips and the soft chuckle she tried to suppress. Tsuna's smiled a little gentler at the sight. "I guess you are."

After that the two girls bade a temporary farewell, apparently they were meeting Mochida-san, a senpai Kyoko had just started dating. If the grimace on her friend's face was any indication, Hana obviously did not approve the idol's choice in boyfriends. Personally he didn't either. The guy was kinda too stuck up for his liking.

To be fair Mochida wasn't exactly his biggest fan either ever since he may or may not have called him well, a stuck up, big headed douche. Then had proceeded to beat him in a match with swords made of straw. Of straw for god's sakes! That bastard even tried to cheat too. Though after his inevitable win (Mochida was no Hibari after all) the guy had been cleaning up his act. Tsuna will give him the benefit of the doubt at least.

Still we should keep an eye out on him. Just in case.

The brunette just hummed in agreement as he watched the two leave.

"I see you have a crush on the dark haired girl."

Tsuna stared at Reborn. Reborn smirked, confident he had cracked a little of his new strange student's mask. However that confidence faltered as the brunette began to laugh.

"Hahaha- oh god- me *gasp* and Hana *giggle* that's rich!" After the raucous laughter finally died down to mere chuckles of amusement the hitman was far from such an emotion. In fact it was quite a blow to the cursed man's ego if he'd been honest. "And what.." Reborn gritted, his pet chameleon already in gun form and his hand just twitching to pull the trigger, ".. is so funny?"

Oh he looks pissed. You really shouldn't have laughed.

'I felt you laughing too!'

Yeah but he can't hear me.

'But seriously wasn't he supposed to have- I don't know information on me? You would think he would've known. Like get with the program author, geez.'

Hmm.. That's true. Especially considering the way you announced it.

'Yeah, that had been funny.'

I still can't believe you did that during the school assembly.

'I can't believe I survived after doing what I did to Kyouya-san when he tried to bite me to death.'

I can't believe he reciprocated.

'I know. He seemed pretty into it too.'

Until you-

*click*

That does not sound good.

'Really?' The brunette snarked. 'Because I thought it was the signal for fucking Halloween. Dumbass.'

"Don't make me repeat myself a third time." The suited gun-toting infant threatened lowly.

Tsuna couldn't help but both chuckle and shudder at the same time as he raised his hands in mock defeat. He had to admit that Reborn's character design was definitely original. And that his life was definitely going to get more interesting.

"If you must know - all mighty, all knowing Reborn- I'm not attracted to Kurokawa Hana, not that she's not my type but she's just a friend I assure you. Also my tastes are much more... flexible if you know what I mean." Just to add emphasis the brunette wiggled his eyebrows.

I think the puppy down the street knows what you meant.

'Good.'

Now Tsuna did not know the baby tutor assassin person at all but something instinctively told him that blank unreadable expression was a rare and priceless sight. One that should be burned into his memory for future references.

"You are..." The hitman started slowly, probably testing out the politically correct waters. "Bi-sexual?"

Tsuna nodded then a sly grin spread on his face. "You must not be a very good hitman if you don't even know that much about your target huh?" He teased.

Reborn was going to maim Iemitsu. It wasn't that he was against such preferences. No. That wasn't the reason. However that stupid file given to him was. How dare that blond idiot make him look like a fool in front of his student with such outdated data. There wasn't even a satisfactory amount of it either.

Before he could make a dismissive backhanded comment to protect his slightly damaged pride. The brunette changed the subject. "Wait- if I'm your target, then who's the client?" Tsuna's eyes for a second flashed orange and the sly smirk turned to a thoughtful pout. "It would have to be something to do with blood relations considering the way the plot has been set out..." He muttered under his breath yet loud enough to be audible to the hitman by his side.

Reborn raised his eyebrow ever so slightly but remained silent, a little eager to observe his student's deduction skills. Apparently Tsuna wasn't the stupid mess his file claimed to be. Thank god. Vongola would be without heir if the hitman found the brunette was anything like his father. 'Though,' Reborn frowned a little, 'what did he mean by plot?'

The teen was still busy in his musings. ".. Obviously my mother would not be part of the mafia. She's constantly at home and too.. homey. Though she is quite skilled with a knife. Still, quite unlikely. No one who could make chocolate orange slices that good could possibly be a hardened criminal. Orange chocolate is the taste of innocence. Unless it's dark chocolate. Thoug-" Ok maybe not musings. Ramblings seemed to be more appropriate. Ramblings getting increasingly more off topic the more the hitman listened in.

Five minutes of listen to these ramblings seemed to be the limit where incredulous bemusement made the turning point into considerable annoyance. Just as Reborn was about to politely interrupt with the help of his fist, the brunette, as if sensing the ending of patience turned around to face the suited infant with a triumphant smile. "-and that's why my father is the reason for my eligibility. Obviously he's not the previous mafia boss, no, that's way too cliché. He's somewhere pretty high though and damn loyal if he's willing to give up his son."

There were mixed feelings to the sudden and abrupt conclusion. A little bit impressed the teen figured it out, a little confused how he'd gotten such an accurate end from such inaccurate, rather moronic premises. And lastly Reborn was disturbed. Tsuna's statement on the matter was correct, it could be because of his hyper intuition or the fact he really held superior deductive skills. That was not the disturbing part. It was the casually way he had shrugged off the idea that his father was part of the mafia, his father who had -to the brunette's perspective and limited context - practically given up his son's life for nothing.

If it were him, he would feel angry, vindictive, maybe even a little crushed and definitely betrayed. But no, Tsuna actually sounded quite... impressed, awed. That reaction was abnormal. And coming from him that was worrying in itself.

"You don't sound-"

"Angry? Shocked? Pissed?" Tsuna giggled a little maniacally. "Yeah people say that the way I react to things can be a little strange."

A little strange? You once laughed when one of your classmate's cat died.

'Oi! That cat died choking on some high-class tuna whilst trying to mate with a teddy bear. How was that not funny?'

Yup. Worst main character ever. I weep for the readers.

'Fuck you.'

"So why aren't you? Angry I mean."

The brunette shrugged again, grin fading to something akin to more serious. Somehow the hitman found the expression unfitting to the teen. "Why should I be? The man has something he's willing to devote everything to. Do I wish that something was family or my mum? Yeah sure. However compared to my previous assessment of him being an useless drunk with no direction not to mention a complete waste of fucking time-"

Now Reborn could hear the disgust and rage, though it wasn't placed on the things he had originally thought it would be from a person of his circumstance. Tsuna was angry at Iemitsu. But not for this, no, for this the brunette was relieved, happy to find his father actually had a purpose. Tsuna seemed like he was only upset because he had thought the blonde had nothing, held nothing close, motivated by nothing. The teen's emotions were not moved by the fact he had been thrown into the world of the mafia unwilling and without consent, that he and his mother for over thirteen years had been lied to, yet it was provoked rather strongly by the idea someone of his family held no inclinations or passions. In fact the hitman suspected these feelings came more on the lines of worry than resentment.

His student was certainly a strange one.

Tsuna you have to calm down.

'But I hated it! Seeing that man look like he he had no care for anything! Just drinking and sleeping, it was infuriating! He had no passion, no interest, no-'

Calm. Down. Tsuna.

And just those firm, worried words were enough for the brunette's burning emotions to settle down and comply. The brunette couldn't count how many times it had helped in stabilizing his ever chaotic mind from completely going AWOL. One of the many perks having a voice in one's head could give.

I'm glad you're satisfied with the services I've provided you. It replied dryly, though it held a softer edge than usual.

Tsuna couldn't help but laugh out loud, say what you want about his other voice, it knew how to cheer him up.

'Oh come off it, my compliments are rare and beautiful gems that you should take with gratitude.'

He could hear the voice snort and try very poorly conceal his amusement. More like pebbles on the side of the road.

The teen's grin widened. Yup, he definitely felt better.

Looking at his new tutor though the sentiment was not shared. It was obvious he was being analyzed. Judged. Urgh he hated that.

Well he is an assassin tutor. It isn't wrong for him to figure out the best way to handle his student.

'Still...' The rest of the sentence was unspoken. It didn't need to be.

I know.

"Oi Reborn."

The hitman jolted ever so slightly, obsidian meeting caramel brown. He had been admittedly intrigued about his new student. Dino had been a hassle sure, there were times when teaching the kid had been hard or trying even for him but Tsuna was so much more complex. His outbursts and mannerisms were too crazy to be sane yet at the same time his insights and surprising albeit unconventional logic was too sane to be crazy. There was a fine line between madness and sanity, a very fine line. And Reborn could not tell yet what side the teen was on.

"Yes?"

"It's rude to stare you know." It was said noncommittally but there was a faint, accusatory edge that he picked up. The brunette must have known fully well he would've picked it up too. Reborn couldn't help but feel his lips twitch upward at that. Well the kid had balls, he'll give him that.

"I can do whatever I want Dame-Tsuna." He replied. There was no indication in his voice to betray his thoughts yet the teen raised an amused brow. Almost as if he knew.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was definitely going to be one of the most interesting jobs he's taken on for a long while.

'Voice, uh, what's the time?'

Well it's seven forty-two as the eagle flies however if we are talking about European time it would be- damn if I. fucking. know. Tsuna. I don't have an invisible clock to check on every moment you need to know the time.

'Wow no need to be snippy. Geez.'

Sometimes I feel that being a chicken's conscious would have been an easier job for me.

'Well tough muffins fishcake.'

...Where do you even learn these sayings?

'Hey, two molehills don't amount to a mere hill stack of beans.'

Okay now I know you're just screwing with me.

'Awww, you know me so well.'

An unfortunate fact but moving on- why do you want the time?

'Oh. right. What was it again?'

Are you asking me?

'No that would be counterproductive. Even I know that.'

"Omnivore." Tsuna snapped out of his internal conversation to face steel grey eyes of his favorite prefect. The brunette gave his biggest cheekiest smile.

"Kyouya-san! I didn't expect to meet you here!"

Hibari's eyebrow twitched, whether from annoyance or amusement we will never know.

"Omnivore you're.." The skylark hesitated slightly, as if unused to saying what he was going to say next "early."

Shocked, surprised and scandalised gasps came from the students milling around as they stopped what they were doing to stare. Tsuna felt a little offended at that. So he came to school early. Big deal. Was no one going to comment about his fantastic body?

How can you be so narcissistic?

'Uh- So you're saying our body isn't fantastic?'

...I did not say that.

The brunette sheepishly laughed, scratching the back of his neck as he did so. "Would you believe me if I said that I couldn't wait any longer to see you?"

Tsuna was going to take that silent glare as a no.

That was fine, he'd honestly be surprised otherwise. Speaking of surprise- the teen looked around to find the mafia baby tutor hiding in a nearby tree. Probably not for birdwatching. Tsuna mentally noted to ask how the kid got up there so fast with his tiny limbs and all. That will be a useful lesson for the future.

Like when you're running from the chihuahua down the street.

'Hey! That thing is the fucking devil. I swear to god I don't even understand why that fur ball from hell is still here.'

It isn't that bad.

'Say that one more time and we are over.'

It's kinda cute actually.

'That's it. Go to hell. Pack your bags and leave.'

I don't even know how to do any of the things you've said.

'Pity.' Tsuna inwardly deadpanned.

"So Kyouya-san. As you can so obviously not stop admiring my current wardrobe malfunction-" Tsuna gestured to his attire, or rather lack of it, with a devilish smirk. The smirk widened when he noticed the older teen seemed to flinch visibly and avert his eyes at the accusation, pale skin a tinge darker. The reaction was surprisingly unexpected. Unexpected but definitely not unwelcome. "-I need to get my spare clothes from in the school. Well, unless you actually want to fight me half-naked?" He purred darkly.

Deciding to see how far he could push the skylark, Tsuna as seductively as he could, moved his hands sensually across his torso, slowly going down till his fingers began playing teasingly with the hem of his pajama pants. The brunette swore he heard a few passing girls squeal and a few masculine strangling sounds during his little 'charade'. Hibari must have heard it too because the raven haired prefect was definitely struggling to choose whether to continue staring or to bite his fellow voyeurs to death.

'Nothing like a strip show in the middle of the day to make you feel damn good.'

Or like a felon. Its the middle of the day for god's sakes.

'Shhhh... Just.. Enjoy the moment.'

Oh I am. Though probably not as much as our prefect over there.

It was true. Tsuna could practically feel the usual intense sharp glare eating his exposed skin with hungry eyes. The teen shivered at the imagery, unconsciously wetting his lips with his tongue. Absentmindedly he wondered why he stopped going to school in his pajamas all those years ago. Of course back then he was eight and that attracted attention he was far too young to want. Not to mention the people's attention he gained were far from savory and welcome.

To be fair though, it was fun kicking those perverts groins and seeing full grown men crying on their knees.

'Damn. You're a real sadist you know that?'

And you're not?

'Touché'

Now move your fat ass into gear and get us inside. I'm freezing.

'Fuck you my ass is perfect.'

Yamamoto could not for the life of him pay attention to class.

Neither could anybody else for that matter.

To their defense it was hard to do so when one of their classmates was only wearing baggy orange pants and is currently tattooing himself with his pens. And doing a very damning good job at it too.

'Aaaaaand- done!'

Tsuna giggled to himself as he admired his left hand. He'd decorated it completely to look robotic and machine-like. Even when he flexed his fingers it really looked like there was joints moving and controlling the limb. The brunette hummed happily at that. At least when technology rises up to take over the world he can successfully disguise himself as a cyborg if needed.

On his right shoulder he'd drawn a sun outlined in a light orange (yellow didn't seem to show well on his skin sadly) and his whole torso was a canvas depicting a violent, powerful storm at sea. Green lightening, angry red storm clouds, pouring blue rain, faded indigo in the background which was meant to be mist and lone violent clouds that watched silently at the edge of the image.

You know you're going to have to wash that off tonight.

'Oh don't be such a twat voice.'

If I don't no one else will. By the way you should add another few wires between the joints. Would look better.

Tsuna scowled but wordlessly complied. Crap. It did look better.

"Hey Tsuna," The half naked teen looked up to see curious bemused Amber eyes looking at him. "Why are you.. dressed like that?" The taller male questioned quietly, one brow raised.

The scowl reverted back to a cheeky grin and Tsuna's eyes sparkled mischievously, "Kyouya-san let me~" he sang. Of course that was an absolute lie but it was so much funner this way. The truth of the matter was- he had already used his three spare uniforms earlier in the week when the brunette decided that it would be interesting to make a human sized magpie nest and see how many shiny things he could steal while in a black feathered cloak. Those uniforms were now completely ruined due to being stained by the black paint from the feathers not to mention a severe beating from the prefect when used as a weapon of self defense.

So yeah in conclusion, the lesson learnt from all of this was- Hibari Kyouya is unafraid to destroy uniforms, even Namimori ones. Which Tsuna thought was completely stupid considering all those times he got in trouble for ripping his own uniforms. Speaking of getting in trouble for dress codes...

"I do not recall saying any such thing Sawada Tsunayoshi."

Everyone stopped what they were doing to instead opt to staring in blatant horror as their feared disciplinary prefect stood by the door, tonfas glinting menacingly under the lighting. Everyone but the craziest student in their class. No. He just smiled and fucking waved.

I think he can see you.

'You don't know that.'

Hibari practically lunged toward the brunette, breaking the teen's desk with his weapon of choice in the process. Steel grey orbs glinted dangerously with bloodlust, anticipation and annoyance as they gazed directly into honeyed brown as he said those all too familiar five words- "I'll bite you to death."

Oh, I think I do.

'Shut up and help me figure out how to not die today!'

How could I help!? I'm still trying to figure out how for the life of me we are still living and breathing here today.

Students screamed and scrambled out of their seats towards the halls outside the classroom as Tsuna lifted himself out of his seat and performed a stunning handstand on the back of the chair just as the skylark attacked again. Whenever these two powerhouses of Namimori clashed, it was common knowledge that a safe distance away from them was usually not far enough.

Reborn smirked amusedly at the panic his student seemed to be causing in the classroom. He'd heard the boy was energetic but this was just chaotic. And Reborn liked it.

This was definitely not another Dino. No, the hitman was going to thoroughly enjoy taming this strange crazy teen into a fully fledged, respectable mafia boss. Their was raw potential brimming in Tsuna, he already showed signs of hyper intuition and his physical capabilities were definitely something Reborn could work with. Though te mood swings were a little disconcerting, as well as his apparent lack of dignity (the hitman ignored the fact that he had wanted to humiliate the brunette originally) it was nothing a little tortur-tutoring couldn't solve.

Their was one thing left for Reborn to determine.

*ka-chak*

The hitman readied his gun, a certain bullet loaded into the barrel, weapon aimed at the midst of chaos currently in the classroom. The two teens fighting viciously (well at least one of them was) were completely unaware of what was to come in the next few seconds.

"Now Dame-Tsuna, let's see your Dying Will."

*BANG*