Peripeteia

A fanfiction by Yuri Warren

Disclaimer:

1) Katekyou Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira and its related companies; I only borrow the characters in the manga/ anime.

2) Peripeteia belongs to The Cloud's Essence with permission for adoption.

Summary: Tsuna was a well-known thief. And after another work-filled day, the most influential mafia Famiglia requested his assistance. Story adopted from The Cloud's Essence.

Author's Note: Thank you for everyone who alerting, adding and giving this story lots of support! I was shock to see my email suddenly got many emails from FFN. It makes me happy too!

Chapter 02: Bambi

Alberto Albani was a rich man. He ran a successful underground market. That is to say, he worked in the Black Market.

He distributed entire weapon arsenals to the mob, weapon enthusiasts, assassins, and other dealers. His work ran throughout North Italy, Switzerland, and even parts of France.

And during an exchange with a business associate, he managed to get a expensive piece of technology. He had gotten his hands on a hand gun that the Bovino Famiglia had developed. His associate wasn't a Bovino, but such observations were best left unsaid in his business.

The gun in question was a regular-looking g-lock. But this handgun didn't use bullets as ammo, but the rare flame that few – even in the underground knew – of.

What he didn't expect though, was to see a silent silhouetted figure holding his new addition that night when getting a midnight snack. It should've been impossible for someone to break into his mansion without at least him and his guards being alerted to their presence. His security system was top-notch to avoid this very action.

Alberto didn't know what to do, it was the first time someone had made it past his security. So he panicked and charged at the shadow with a loud cry.

But the figure had appeared next to him in flash and kicked his legs out from behind him. The butt of the gun was rammed into his head as Alberto fell. But before unconsciousness overcame him, he saw a pair of brown eyes staring down at him.

Wide, innocent brown eyes.

Then everything turned black.

The news of the thief spread. Rumors spoke of Alberto Albani, the successful weapon dealer, who had been robbed of a hand gun. The other valuables were left untouched.

Many became concerned, because if a man that had one of the best security system that money in Switzerland, then so could they.

Alberto was questioned by several in the underground world on who the perpetrator was, because surely the man had left some evidence behind or was caught on camera. Sadly, no. The only answer Alberto Albani could give was that the thief had big warm brown eyes, like a deer's.

Of course, this was found to be amusing. Who ever heard of a burglar with deer-like eyes?

But those eyes are what the thief became known for after another incident a a couple of months later where the same eyes had been seen in the middle of another thievery.

Irritation, amusement, and most importantly respect were earned for the unknown thief. He managed to steal from two semi-influential figures who had invested greatly into their security.

Not only that but he was only glimpsed due to a sudden change in the victim's schedule on both occasions. And not from the security measures prior in place.

The thief was branded with the misleading title "Bambi".

What was unknown was the thief was eleven at the time he received his new name, and was overcome with the sheer embarrassment of the name that he had worn sunglasses for a month, before he got rid of them because they interfered with his sight at night.

Tsunayoshi is still mortified that he was named after a deer from a child's film. But he has gotten used enough to the name, so that his flaming blush doesn't appear at any mention of "Bambi". He still avoided the Disney film with his life since his nickname.

Tsuna shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts in his head. No matter how much I try I can't forget that embarrassing name….

He released a pent up sigh. I have a feeling I'm going to do a lot of that.

Brown eyes looked out the window of his taxi. Namimori, Japan.

It was… unexpectedly small. Well, for a city. He was used to bustling cities that never seemed to sleep. Here, it was pleasant. The people were friendly and the the air was fresh. Such an unlikely place for Tsuna to go.

If he had the choice of staying off the grid he'd usually pick crowded areas or a small unknown village that wasn't on any map.

Sometimes, he even stayed in the wilderness. Bad memories.

The villages he stayed at actually welcomed him in, despite being purposely isolated from the rest of the world. He has yet to meet anyone who could resist his kicked puppy look; even if they had no idea what he was saying… or who he was for that matter.

Back to the topic at hand.

Tsuna landed in Namimori Airport, and was currently on his way to a hotel in a taxi. He had been to Japan before, but only the bigger cities or rural estates for business, so it was weird being in a city that had normal standards.

However, his new job was definitely abnormal.

He thought back to the phone call he received in Italy...

Once the man had declared he was Vongola, Tsuna was stuck in a permanent loop of shock. His jaw unhinged then closed, then fell again only to close once more. This repeated for a minute or so until the Vongola stopped his repeat function, "The job I would like you to do isn't one that would be typically ask of someone outside the Vongola."

Tsuna sat down on the floor in case his legs decided to give out. Natsu came over and snuggled into his lap. "Please elaborate Signor… uh?"

"Timoteo." The voice-er Timoteo filled in.

Tsuna's jaw fell… again. Timoteo, as in the Vongola Nono?! Most would assume he was an imposter, but everyone, even those with mush for a brain, knew better than to impersonate the Vongola Nono. Hell, even pretending to be even a lowly subordinate could end badly with the Vongola.

"Ah, Signor Bambi, why do I have the feeling as if you are in a state of shock?" a chuckle, "I'm sure my feeling must be wrong."

Tsuna flushed. Was he that predictable that even a stranger read his emotions over the phone?

"Uh-um, I, uh- I mean, what would the job be, uh Signor Timoteo-Nono-Vongola-sir?" Tsuna face palmed. Nono-Vongola-sir? Where did that come from?! Take a deep breath Tsuna, and hope you don't embarrass yourself anymore than you already have.

He took a reassuring intake of air. I'm was only talking to the Godfather. No need to be worried. He's just able to have practically the entire world go after your head if you anger him. Stress and fear began to build up, ready to explode.

"Hahaha!" Soft laughter filled the line. And oddly, Tsuna felt himself calm instead of humiliated at the kind tone.

"No need to be nervous my dear boy!"

Boy…

WAIT!

Wait, did he just call me a boy?

Well, that confirms my suspicion on being watched. More laughter rang out. "What I want you to do is to steal the Vongola Sky Ring."

"Eh?!" He wants me to steal his own ring? No way, I must of misheard! Unless he's insane from old age… but still!

The Vongola Nono's voice became a little strained, "What I mean to say is that I want you to steal it back, Bambi." Tsuna felt himself frown. You'd have to be suicidal to steal from the Vongola, even he avoided any jobs concerning them.

The Vongola Boss Ring was invaluable. It was passed down to those of their bloodline since the creation of their Famiglia. It wasn't something you could sell, it was virtually priceless. And outside the blood, the ring was just another ring. Questions ran through his head.

How did they steal it? Why would they even do that? WHO would even do that?! When did this-?

"Please one question at a time Bambi." Nono interrupted.

Whoops, did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did Bambi," Vongola Nono replied. Tsuna slapped his hand over his mouth. He really needs to get over that habit.

Nono began talking again, "To answer your questions I would need your confirmation that you will get the ring back to me."

Did he even have a choice? Refusing the Vongola is the equivalent to a death sentence. Not necessarily by the Vongola but by their allies. They'd tear him apart if they knew he refused the Vongola out of respect.

Removing his hand, Tsuna spoke, "I will do it."

"I'm glad you agreed Bambi. Thank you. I can't tell you this information over the phone, but I have a man who will be able to give it to you when you meet him. His name is Reborn."

Tsuna nodded, knowing that the Vongola Nono couldn't see. Reborn was known as the world's greatest hit man, and the Ninth's most trusted assassin; it was only logical that he would be filled in with the details too. "I see, where am I to go meet up with this man?"

The brunet swore he heard the Vongola Nono smiling through the phone.

"Namimori, Japan."

And that was how he ended up on a one-way flight to Japan. It was here, in a taxi driving him to the closest hotel that Tsuna realized something important. Where in Namimori was he supposed to find Reborn? He felt dread fill his being at another realization.

Meeting up with Reborn for the information would mean personally getting it from him, as in face to face. It was likely that the Vongola and Reborn knew what he looked like, but this was Reborn.

He wasn't called the world's greatest hit man for nothing; the man earned the title.

It also didn't help that he had heard rather credible rumors that the man was trigger happy, and possibly extremely sadistic.

Why was Reborn even in Japan anyway? Other rumors about what happened to people that questioned Reborn filled his mind. A shiver ran down his spine. Never mind, I don't even want to know.

"We're here." The driver stated pulling to the side. Tsuna payed and thanked the driver. He got out and entered the hotel.

The woman at the front desk gave him the card to his room. Tsuna flung the door open and tossed his duffle bag into the room. He turned on the lights and shut the door behind him.

His eyes felt heavy and he collapsed on the bed with a light thud. Jet leg always hit him hard. I'll just look for Reborn tomorrow.

"Chaos, Bambi." A smooth voice rang next to him. Doe-like eyes opened. There, laying next to him was a man clad in suit and bearing a fedora. It was Reborn, and his sharp black eyes were evaluating the one before him.

Tsuna reacted in the worst way possible for the both of them. It was later agreed upon to never mention their first meeting again.

Reborn laid on the hotel bed. Namimori didn't have five-star hotels, but this would do for now. He placed his hand over his chest to confirm the contents were still hidden away. He was currently annoyed… and a bit curious.

He was annoyed because he had to work with this guy. The number one hit man worked solo, not in a group that would only weigh him and his high caliber skills down.

Bambi, that was the only name he could connect for sure to the male and it was only a nickname. Countless hours were spent scouring for information on the man, but nothing. The only names that he was able to find were on cards the man would use, but they were all fake or stolen identities. There was no face, no name, or place to narrow the search down.

Then his former idiot student happened to mention that he had requested Bambi's help with an email that was connected to the man. Turns out that Bambi changes his email address constantly, and Dino had been lucky enough to overhear the right person for the past one. It made him want to strangle someone from pent up irritation.

But he didn't, because the world's greatest hit man doesn't lose his temper.

He would get the information on Bambi for his records with this mission. Nono was far too trusting of the thief, but for all he knows, Bambi could've been the one who stole the ring.

There was no way he's going to willingly give the papers over until Bambi was rid of all suspicion of being the burglar they were looking for.

A smirk formed on his lips. He might as well have some fun with the thief either way.

The door clicked open. Reborn froze. He never even heard Bambi coming down the hall, only when he entered the room did he make any noise, but Bambi's steps and breath were near silent.

The man collapsed on the bed beside Reborn. Obviously tired from the flight, he concluded. Reborn took the rare opportunity to examine the man- no child in front of him.

As a reference, Nono had shown him a picture of Bambi, but it wasn't clear enough for him to tell what he looked like up close. Just a mane of brown hair and a black slacks and a dress shirt with a white tie. He's certain that Nono had a better picture, but most likely thought it more amusing to give him that one instead to mess with him.

Now he knew why. His boss wanted to catch him by surprise.

Bambi, one of the best thieves known, was just a child. The boy didn't look more than 15. Reborn almost felt like laughing.

He never even considered the possibility that the Bambi was a child. He assumed that Bambi was just a cunning man with big eyes.

The boy was wearing an inconspicuous dark green and white hoodie, plain jeans, and faded blue t-shirt that would allow him to blend easily in with a crowd.

Bambi opened his mouth. Reborn waited for him to speak.

But what happened next was something Reborn hadn't been expecting. It was pretty hard to catch him, the world's greatest hit man off guard.

Out of Bambi's mouth came out a shrill, but clear voice.

"HIEE!"

Reborn jumped from surprise. Jumped.

Reborn doesn't jump from surprise, but here he was doing just that.

In his defense, any would do that if Bambi, the famous silent and secretive thief just screamed like a girl.

Bambi's left hand shot up over his own mouth, while the other formed a fist and shot out at Reborn's face. If Bambi had caught him at any other time, Bambi's fist would've been swiftly caught, twisted, and broken in a matter of seconds.

The fist collided with enough force with Reborn's left cheek to cause him to fall off the bed.

Reborn's eyes were wide from shock, then twitched and narrowed dangerously.

Today really wasn't his day.

Tsuna stopped himself from cowering in front of Reborn to pick up what has left of his dignity as a man.

He had just shrieked like a girl in front of the hit man, and then punched him. It was on reflex, and the massive killing intent directed at him was the result.

He should have written his will when he had the chance.

Ahahaha! Poor Tsuna! The things are, I really forgot that when I first read this story, Reborn was in his adult form, not the cursed one. So when I was about to check and re-read again chapter two, I almost got confused! Well, usually I read the story once and rarely read it again, since I just scroll down the page and read the summaries. Totally my fault.

By the way, the first chapter's title isn't 'A Request' but the story's title! I accidentally deleted it while I was adjusting the chapter! I'm really careless, urgh!

I manage to adopt another story from Psycho-Pass fandom! Hoho, now really to get these two done! Also, I got some ideas for my own KHR stories. At least I'm not as sadistic as AK *AVOIDING FLYING KNIVES* but I'm not surprise if my stories had some of her elements. Sorry AK *JUMPING FROM FALLEN ROCKS*

Thank you for your support. Until next chapter! –Yuri Warren.