Pinkie's Part:

Sorry about the shortness of the last chapter. I felt like that was a good place to trim it. You know, for the effect of cuteness? Alright, alright, I'll do better. :)

Here's some more cute and some plot as well, maybe, we'll see. Haha

Enough of my rambles.

Onward.

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Chapter: See It Like It Is

"On your mark, get set, go Dame-Tsuna."

Clicks of tennis shoes sliding against asphalt rose and fell with each steadfast pace of footfalls. Tsuna was trying to keep his breathing even. The foreign feeling of forced air into his lungs making him wheeze slighlty already. He tried to time his steps. He had just under three hours, three hours, five miles, three, five, three, five- the numbers becoming more of a goal as they were heard in his head as each foot made contact with the ground.

"You won't be getting anything like that, Tsu-na-yo-shi."

Tsuna had began to wheeze, his ribs protesting, his entire body begging him to stop. It wanted rest, it needed water. Tsuna pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he pushed harder. He had gotten a considerable distance, when he heard-

"Are you seriously panting?"

Tsuna listened, and Reborn was right. His mouth had fallen open. He snapped his jaw shut, taking a large breath before pushing even harder. His joints screaming for rest, and his shins pulling with each rise of his foot. He pushed harder and harder, and then his resolve fell slightly at-

"You've only been running for (insert denomination here) miles!"

Tsuna was utterly exhausted. He felt himself slowing, and the thought of losing what little bragging rights he would have had, scared him. He wanted so much to prove to his fedora wearing tutor, that he was capable of such tasks. He was thrown back into reality, when he realized that these jeers were coming from beside him the entire time. He looked over, and saw Reborn keeping up. He hadn't even broken a sweat, and that infuriated Tsuna... just how perfect was this man?! He flushed when he realized he's just called Reborn perfect, but it was short lived as the hitman released another round of insults.

These constant jeers were making Tsuna twitch, and as he finally had enough; he went to his last resort. He pushed his legs harder and harder trying to gain speed, each progressive forced burst of energy causing his legs to protest. Admist all of these statements, not once did the fedora clad hitman let him know how he was doing on time. In a fit of fury, Tsuna noticed he didn't feel tired anymore. Everything seemed slightly clearer, and he watched a partially startled look appear on Reborn's face before the usual mask fit back into place. He blew past the hitman, and had gained a considerable amount ahead of him. He watched as Reborn slowed to a jog, and then began walking slowly, his hand on his fedora. He turned his gaze back to where he was headed, and then he let out a cry of victory. He almost felt tears of utter joy well up in his tear ducts.

He had passed the five mile marker. He had then paused just after passing it and turned towards Reborn, one of his fingers waggling back and forth, as he danced from the tips of his toes and then to his heels. He spun and continued this, throwing his head back and then bringing it forward. His happiness taking physical properties in his open display of interpretive dance.

Reborn bit back a fit of laughter at Tsuna's shameless display of utter happiness in finishing this small portion of training. He watched in amusement at the excitement on the cute man's face. He didn't have the heart to tell him he was fifteen minutes passed the time agreed on.

He decided to let it pass, since Tsuna had managed to tap into his hidden power, and release the same soft orange flames he had seen only a couple times before hand. He had been surprised when the burst of flame had projected the small male forward, before he touched ground and continued with new found energy. Interesting.

As he approached the other, he chuckled to himself. This tiny male was beginning to make him a little soft, and though he had conflicting feelings about it; he decided it wasn't so bad.

"Buene, Leone. What did you want for your treat?"

Tsuna paused mid turn and deflated. He hadn't actually gotten that far in his planning. He had successfully completed the five miles in three hours part, initiate mental check mark, but after that he was drawing a rather large blank.

"Ah, I honestly don't know.." the words came out slowly, barely above a whisper. Tsuna turned towards his fedora clad tutor, his expression crestfallen. Would he cancel afterall? He slowly sank to his knees, drawing circles in the dirt.

Reborn cocked his head to the side, tilting his fedora in the same manner just on the opposite side of his head. He had caught that flicker of a thought, and he stared at the brunette for quite some time. He watched as Tsuna peaked his pointer fingers into a bridge and touched the tips of the fingers repeatedly, a light pink surfacing as he turned away quickly. Reborn snorted, centering his fedora he the bent and started to pick up the pouting brunette.

"Let's go Tsuna."

Reborn's voice was soft, and Tsuna relaxed into the hands that gently hoisted him up. He nodded, and blushed slightly as the hand that wrapped around his slender elbow slipped down his skin and came to rest on his wrist. He contemplated taking that hand in his own, but decided that that might not be the best of ideas. He fidgeted, and when the hand fell away, he instantly missed the protective warmth that rolled off the hitman.

(BreakingDownBarriers)

The two males had walked a considerable distance before they came to the shopping district in Italy. Reborn was scanning the stalls and vendors with his eyes, and he tensed when he felt something brush against him. He paused and looked down at the offensive closeness. He paused when he saw it was Tsuna. The smaller male was wide eyed and obviously frightened. Reborn scoffed, of course, the crowds were slightly larger here, as well a little bit more intimadating. He turned, to spare a glare at whomever was causing this reaction from his cute student, only to see nothing. He cocked an eyebrow up, vanishing from view from beneathe his fedora. He shrugged and began walking, when he noticed that Tsuna was not beside him, he reached back, hooked the other male around the neck and pulled him closer. Tsuna stumbled, but steadied himself after placing his arms around his baricade. One arm wrapped around Reborn's waist, and the other placed itself against his chest.

Reborn didn't even change his pace, not did his expression shift when he felt those slender arms on his person. In fact, he shifted slightly closer, and added more weight to his arm, as if on cue, Tsuna clung a little bit tighter. Reborn smirked, gaining a few sighs of jealous envy from the women spectators as they looked at the two males.

Tsuna made to move his arm from Reborn, but looking up at the other, and seeing the peaceful expression he currently wore, he decided that he was going to take advantage of the situation just a little bit longer. He unintentionally tightened his fingers that were spun into the fabric of Reborn's suit jacket. Reborn had answered with an encouraging squeeze to Tsuna's shoulder, who in turn pushed a little further into the hitman's side.

Reborn and Tsuna walked this way for a little longer, before he steered the two of them into a small gelato shop. He sniffed the air as soon as he entered, and nodded. He untangled himself from Tsuna and pushed him towards one of the open booths. The line was exceptionally long, and that was what Reborn used to deduct the fact that this shop was worth the wait. He would order a frozen cappachino for himself, and a rose gelato in a waffle cone for Tsuna, he figured he would appreciate at least the color.. it was, dare he say it, pretty.

As he waited for his order to be completed, he glanced over to Tsuna. He watched as the petite male did the most unconfident things. His head hung low, his gaze cast to the side from his perifial vision. His feet swinging one after the other as he sat in the tall chair.

He caught sniggers from onlookers who glanced at his student. Reborn felt anger bubble within him. He was his gattino; who the hell did these people think they were. He huffed and turned to take up the items that the saleswoman had handed him. He did not miss the blush that swam across her chubby cheeks as their fingers accidently brushed. He didn't even care to smirk at her like he usually would. Instead he turned to stride over to Tsuna. He wasn't expecting the next part to occur. That smile. Reborn mimicked the smile, unfortunately catching the attention of quite a few ladies, who rose and scampered over to try and talk to him. He cursed his luck, he imediately started looking for an exit, his visual of Tsuna disappearing behind many different heads of hair.

Tsuna had sat staring at his feet as he kicked them, one after the other, repeat. He was measuring the distance he could view them from one point of his vision before the other would interupt. He wanted so much to sketch the movement of his legs, to be able to execute the lighting and the shades. He smiled genuinely, just how long had it been since he had drawn? How long had it been since he deciphered colours, manuvered emotions through different shades and tones of the colours.

He had tilted his head taking in the angles, and then he stopped. Just out of the reach of his extended leg was another leg, dressed in denim. He slowly raised his eyes, trying his hardest to wipe the innocence from them, like Reborn had taught him. He closed his eyes, lashes fluttering open as he cast his best sideways glance. The look that shifted into his expression would have done Reborn proud. The look of uniterested, blank irritation.

"Ciao dolce, che cosa stai facendo tutto da solo?"

(Hey there sweets, what are you doing all alone?)

"Scusi, I'm not too familiar with your language." The tone Tsuna used was hesitant, and he cursed himself, trying to pull out every inch of his asian accent that Reborn had helped him so carefully to hide. He wanted to make this man uninterested, and fast. Curse his feminine face and figure.

"I speak your language too.. is this seat taken?" The man did not wait for a positive response, and instead slid into the booth opposite of Tsuna. He was also a brunette, though his hair was much darker. He had his bangs swept up and the rest of it was compossed of slighly spiky hair sticking up in a stylized fashion. He had pale blue eyes with a dangerous edge. He was dressed casually, a deep v neck tshirt that was white had accompanied the dark blue jeans Tsuna had already seen standing before him.

The blue eyed male stretched out in the booth, making sure to flex. Tsuna felt his anger rising, trying not to scoff at the small muscles this man was so proud of; oh how he wanted this person gone. He glanced around, and deflated slightly when he didn't see Reborn. He would have to stall until he appeared. He sighed, and placed his hands into his lap, he kept his face nuetral, wanting nothing more than to give off the uninterested vibe entirely.

The conversation that followed was entirely one sided. Tsuna responded with hn, hmm and oh's. He never maintained eye contact. He stared at his nails in his lap, his gaze flicking up, scanning the room for Reborn. Where was he?

The other male did not pick up on this. He began trying to sweet talk the petite brunette, and he got continuously ignored. Finally, having had enough, the male stood. Tsuna visibly relaxed thinking that the person would finally leave. But he was sorely mistaken. The man rounded the table, and grabbed Tsuna by the wrist, he pulled the smaller male into his chest, and snarled.

"Oi, little one, I'm talking to you... You're lucky I'm even talking to you, and yet you ignore me, ora, listen to me."

Tsuna fought the grasp, and the other male grabbed his face, scrunching it painfully. Tsuna yelped quietly. The small sound unheard as the rest of the shop went about their business, laughter and conversations carrying for miles. Tsuna felt his jaw pop as he looked around frantically. His assailant's face was getting closer and closer, Tsuna didn't like the glint in those eyes. The man's hand tilted his face upwards, clutching his upper arm now in favor of his wrist, making Tsuna stay still. Tsuna tried to pull his full pout back, trying to avoid what was going to happen, he prayed, prayed and prayed.

Tsuna was about to just give in, when everything happened so fast. The warmth of the energy in the room suddenly plumneted, and it all started with a loud bang.

The loud bang, wasa nothing more than a ringing gun shot. It sent fear and a darkened atmosphere throughout the cafe, people scurried away, screams bouncing off the wall. The sun shining in through the front doorway as well as through the windows cloaked a figure clad entirely in black, save for the strip of yellow clinging to the fedora. Dangerous glinting eyes peeked out from beneathe the brim. People took steps back as the man strode forward, his raised hand coming down slowly as he headed towards the wide eyed brunette and his attacker. The nuzzle of the gun brushed the edge of the fedora, allowing it to adjust it forward. Dark lashed, dangerous obsidian eyes rose, a no bullshit aura leaking out from the man in waves. He jut his jaw out, and moved his head in a "get over here" fashion.

The assailant's grip loosened on Tsuna, who in turn scampered immediately over to Reborn. He stood to his side, unconciously rubbing his arm with one hand, the other clamped over his bruised wrist. He squeaked when he felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull him fully into the strong jacketless chest. His hands splayed across the dress shirt as he stopped himself from toppling over.

The blue eyed male who had just lost his reluctant catch, straightened himself out. He pulled confidently down at his shirt, before he dared take a step towards the livid Italian hitman.

"Ciao, amico. Vedo che hai la mia data?"

(Hello friend, I see you have my date.)

The man spoke with such an air, that blatantly held no disregard for the fact he had just manhandled a fellow person. He held no care for the situation, and he dared to look bored in front of Reborn. Tsuna shivered, he could feel Reborn's killing intent slamming against the cage of his body. The arm on his waist lifted, nestling on his shoulders.

"La Vostra data..I highly doubt that.." Reborn's voice had an icy edge, a perfected Italian accent covering his irritance as his tolerance slipping through each and every crack.

"What evidence do you have, friend?" The man made no effore to mask his idiot annoyance. His stance had shifted from casual to demanding. Tsuna shivered as Reborn smirked at the change. Reborn had then shifted his arm around the brunette as if that were evidence enough. The man raised an eyebrow, gesturing with his hand for Tsuna to return. In response, the petite male merged deeper into Reborn's side.

"I believe the gattino has spoken." Reborn made movements to push Tsuna behind him, and at that point, the man jutted his arm out, and grasped the brunette and pulled harshly towards him. Almost instantaneously, Reborn moved forward, butting his head straight into the other male's nose, pocketing his gun. He had somehow managed to drop his fedora on Tsuna's head as he gently pushed him backwards, he then slid his leg and brought the blue eyed male's legs out from underneath him. The man dropped with a crash, a gutteral sound escaping his lips as Reborn dropped his foot into the offender's stomach.

Tsuna gripped a chair, peeking out from underneath the brim of Reborn's fedora. He squeaked as he watched Reborn straighten. His black hair sticking up every which way, the hitman slid a hand through the mess of inky locks. He paused, and glared down at the twitching form.

"The little lion is mine. He's my date, you asswipe. He gave you all the signs he was not interested. Yet your persisted, why shouldn't I kill you?" Reborn's voice dipped into that tone. Tsuna knew this time for sure, it promised pain. He disregarded the face that Reborn actually called him his date, his; though his blush didn't allow him to ignore it completely.

The man laughed, as he slowly sat up, his hand on his knee as he winced. "If he matters so much, why'd you leave him alone?"

Reborn laughed. Tsuna froze, as did the other man. He gestured to the tense waitress, who in turn brought a tray out. On it was a melted gelato waffle cone, and a flat frozen cappichino. Tsuna's eyes widened, he was getting them something to eat. He blushed, seeing the pale pink mess on the tray; he had an odd feeling that pretty coloured thing was supposed to be his.

The man gaped, but was soon silenced when Reborn delivered a clean kick to his chin, sending him sailing backwards into another table. After a five second count, it was easy to see that he wasn't standing again anytime soon. Reborn dropped a couple of bills onto the waitress's tray, grabbed Tsuna by the hand and stalked through the stunned crowd. Tsuna blinked, his other hand holding down tightly to the fedora that was too big for his own head.

After Reborn dragged Tsuna away, for a good amount of time, he finally started slowing down. His tight grib on Tsuna's wrist weakened, and he sighed before slipping his figners through the others. Tsuna blinked, something he was doing an awful lot of today, but did not protest. The gentle touch left him feeling warm and weightless. He clasped the hand back, and looked curiously at the side of the hitman's face, the soft colors of the sunset contrasting beautifully with the slightly tanned skin of the Italian man.

The thought of another person touching the small male, made Reborn bristle. He could not stand the thought, and before he could stop himself, he felt his body moving on it's own accord. He trusted it's actions, for it had never done him wrong before. He felt warmth, and he accepted it completely.

Tsuna then found himself encased in those strong arms, his chin tilted upwards as lips brushed his own. He closed his eyes at the sweet sensation, but something about this, felt so much more differently than the other times he and the other male had shared a kiss. This one seemed, genuine?

When Reborn pulled his lips away from the fleshy pout, he pulled Tsuna into him. His arms tightening as he spoke. The gentle murmurs vibrating through the petite male, and a rosy red drifting across his face lazily, looking like a reflection of the sunset, as his eyes shone with an acceptance of orange in the pools of honey. As if something, or someone else approved of this.

"Ora, Leone...Siete miei. Penso che vi amo"

Tsuna smiled, his heart leaping as he looked up at those adverted onyx eyes, his smile shining as he gripped the other back just as tightly.

"Mi unisco volentieri la vostra, io vi amo, certo"

The whispered words falling onto another pair of ears, who smiled mischeviously as he snapped photos of the newly procalimed couple. He picked up the phone that vibrated silently, the words, "Mission accomplished." ringing out.

Pinkie's Part Take 2:

Two updates, because I adore you guys. Here are your sweet translations, who do you think was spying? :0

tune in for the next chapter to find out! Plot bunnies all up in here.

*"Now, Lion, you're mine, I think I love you."

"I'm yours gladly, I love you, for sure."