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Posted another one shot! Warmth and Solace. If you haven't read it, it should tide you over whilst you wait for next chapter of Monochromatic Sun! Especially if you dig M rated fics. Thank you for your continued support! I love seeing all of the notifications and such. It makes me feel happy when I can entertain people properly! If you have questions or anything, feel free to Pm me, or leave a review :D

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Onwards!

Chapter: When in Rome

Reborn had claimed Tsuna's hand as they strode into the vast manor. He cared not for the glances of shock as they took in the sight of him, willingly touching another in an affectionate way. However, when he felt the heated glares directed at the one he was holding, he made sure to send a seething, intolerant look towards their general direction. When he turned away and heard items that had clattered to the floor, he huffed in approval before continuing down the long hall. Tsuna was feeling a tad bit skiddish, as well as embarassed by the possessive hold in which Reborn kept on his hand.

Both had felt the need to discuss the upcoming events with Timoteo; Tsuna about the battle, and Reborn about what steps would be followed by the end of the battle. Both males felt oddly at peace within the other's company, and they wanted to keep it that way in the mafia or not.

As the approached the main hall of the mansion; Reborn released Tsuna's hand, sending a knowing look in his direction and strode a few steps ahead. The raven haired man sighed, pulling his fedora off as he ran his hand through his hair. He scratched his scalp quickly before he tapped lightly on the large wooden door.

The waited what seemed like hours, when the doors finally began to open. Tsuna peered in between the space of Reborn's arm and his body, making out a large mahogony desk, and a small tuft of white hair. He leaned over, and Reborn shook his head. He extended his arm, and forced Tsuna ahead of him.

"After you, Boss."

Tsuna paled, Reborn had just called him, boss? He glanced back, his wide eyed expression endearing and Reborn fought a blush that rose to his cheeks. He turned his head away, and pulled his fedora down. The doors closed with a soft click, and the two males were encompassed in the large room, which Tsuna deducted was an office. Large stacks of paperwork were lined across the many filing cabinets in the room. He scanned the large piles, and then his gaze rested once more on the familiar white tuft of hair.

"Ciao, Tsunayoshi-kun. My name is Timoteo."

Tsuna nodded, bowing slightly. He cautiously made his way to the chair before the desk, as indicated by a lazy sweep of the mafia head's hand. When he was seated, his body was tense. He relaxed only slightly when Reborn settled himself against the arm of the chair, reclined back and slightly leaning on him. He unconciously merged into the raven's side, feeling the vibrations of his companion's words.

"Oi, Nono, we need to talk. The gattino and I-" Reborn was suddenly cut off by a soft tone.

"Ah ah, Reborn. Give me a moment. I need to be aquainted with the young man first, ne?" Timoteo tilted his head to the side, almost identical to the way in which Tsuna would. Reborn blinked, hiding a growl as he nodded curtly. Timoteo turned his head, his attention solely on the timid brunette in his office. He tuned Reborn out, and his gaurdians made to leave. He gestured to leave Reborn where he was at, he looked as though he were carefully choosing his words, as to not cause the petite male to run. He didn't remember seeing this fragile being before him, where was that determination, that power he had witnessed in the hall?

"Ne, Tsunayoshi-kun, I am the Vongola Nono, the current head of the Vongola Famiglia. Do you know why you're here?"

Tsuna fidgeted, he was looking at Reborn for help, but received not even a second glance. The shadow hiding his eyes not allowing even a sliver of emotion. The brunette took a shaky breath, and willed himself not to faint. He felt a sudden confidence lazily drifting through his veins.

"Its for the fight for the Vongola throne, is it not?" His voice had dropped to a lower, Reborn had smirked. He then turned his head, gazing down at the brunette. He saw the orange hue in those honey eyes. He lifted his hand and gripped Tsuna's shoulder.

"Indeed it is." Nono was stunned by the sudden personality change. He raised both eyebrows in surprise, taking in the orange hued eyes.

"Ah, are you the one who rescued Lambo after the bombs went off?" Timoteo leaned forward, his fingers entwining as he nestled his elbows on his desk, his head slightly tilted in curiousity, his eyes swimming with many questions.

"The one and only. Ne, when does the battle begin?" Tsuna pushed himself forward, Reborn's hand dropping from his shoulder as he smiled gently. He was not in the least bit attracted to the idea of battling, he knew that only Reborn had noticed the switch, and he wanted nothing to do with the harming of Tsuna's body. He wanted to protect him, and if that meant lending him his strength in order to land the throne of a prestigious mafia family, then so be it.

"It begins, the day after tomorrow actually. Do you think you're ready?"

"After the message I received only a few days prior to us actually meeting? I don't think I have much of a choice honestly." Tsuna tilted his head to the side, a soft smile gracing his lips as he made to stand. The confidence he had beginning to wear off now. His voice coming back to it's original state, but the honey eyes remained a tinted orange. Reborn blinked.

"I accept the terms, and I will give you a fight worth the fate of the Vongola. But this mafia will change, if I am placed within it's care. I trust that that is alright with you, Grandfather?"

Timoteo claped his hands together in approval, a beaming grin spread across his face. He looked to Reborn, who had an incredious look on his face. Obviously surprised at the turn of events. He and Tsuna had discussed trying to convince Nono to let him free, despite seeing his hidden power. A being entirely hidden away by the will to keep living in stressful, near death situations. Reborn grinned, shaking his head. This gave him more oppertunities to tap into that second self of Tsuna. He was snapped back into his thoughts as a rustle of clothes stood before him. Gesturing for them to leave. He nodded, pat the brunette on the back, and followed him.

Once the doors were shut, Nono had a large grin on his face.

"Yes.. he'll make a fine leader."

(BreakItDown)

Reborn had began to train Tsuna ridiculously hard. Despite knowing that Reborn had confessed first, Tsuna couldn't help but think that deep down, maybe his tutor hated him. The battle for the Vongola throne was the tomorrow at midnight, and he prayed that the injuries he sustained during these sessions would heal up. They were in the awkward stages of the blooming relationship. Afterall, they had both palyed tit for tat with the seduction lessons, as well as the teachings of how to kiss properly. Tsuna blushed thinking back to those events.

He was snapped back into reality when a leg nearly took his head clean off his shoulders. He jumped back, the tip of a leather shoe soaring directly passed his nose, catching wayward hairs that had failed to escape in the threw his arms up, taking the brute force of one raven haired man's agressive kicks. He spun out of the way, dropping to one knee, the other leg extended and attempted to jut his leg upward, but the appendage was greeted with an arm, whilst the other made clean contact with his chin. He winced, sailing backwards, before summoning his inner strength.

He was anticipating hard concrete, but when he opened his eyes, he was met with a wonderful surprise. His arms outstretched, palms flat and painted downwards, were emitting a soft orange coloured flame. He blinked, and decided to expirement. Reborn closing in, a steady run. He cranked his arms into a ninety degree and pushed, stunned by the bright reds that mixed in with the soft orange. He felt himself project backwards, and he spun, his legs barely missing the head of his tutor, who ducked, hand on his fedora.

He leapt backwards, watching as Tsuna tried to grasp the power in his hands. He had not, however, noticed the bright flame dancing on his forehead. Neither did he notice, that he hovered a good few feet above the ground. Reborn put his hand on his fedora and straightened. He turned his gaze to his student, and smirked,

"Chaos, Leone, when did you learn to fly?"

Tsuna tilted his head to the side, and Reborn wanted to reach out and push the soft hair back into place. That look had gotten him into quite alot of trouble. Tsuna's gaze dropped and he froze, sunset eyes widened as he pulled one hand up and extinguished the flames from his palm. He touched his face, not feeling any heat from them. He paused, staring at the gloves that had materialized from thin air. He shook his head, and made to retreat back to the ground, and instead found himself blocking another barrage of attacks from Reborn.

"Reborn! I want to rest!"

"Ora, ora, amore."

Tsuna blushed a violent red at the words. His embarassment causing him to become distracted. Thus allowing Reborn to make a fair, clean shot to his chest with his fist. Leon clicked as Tsuna landed on his back, a startled guttural sound as he made contact with the ground. Tsuna opened one eye, and stared hatefully up at his tutor.

"That's a rotten trick..." He was cut short when he heard the bullet load into the chamber.

"Leone, I don't care who you are to me; I don't cheat. I merely bend the rules, capiche?"

Tsuna nodded hesitantly, closing his eyes and wincing as he tried to gather enough air to sit up. He peered up at Reborn through his eyelashes and pouted. He noticed the slight blush on the others face, and tilted his head slightly. Reborn halstered his trusty gun, and extended a hand to his student, who graciously took it.

He stumbled slightly, finding himself supported fully by Reborn, who smiled gently, his usual smirk gone. Reborn wrapped one arm around the brunette's waist, shaking his head slightly as he threw one of his student's arms over his shoulder. He tilted his head away from Tsuna, his chin brushing some of that gravity defying hair back. He placed a gentle kiss to the male's forehead.

"You did well today, Dame-Tsuna."

Tsuna grumbled, turning away slightly as they walked, or rather, Reborn half carried them; out of the training facility. He peered up at the raven, his honey eyes searching. He was greeted by the ghost of a smirk as the other looked away, feighning innocence.

"You did a great job whooping my ass... if that's what you mean.."

"I haven't gotten there.. maybe one day."

Tsuna blushed, and fought, though albeit sadly; to gain an escape from the taller male's arms. Sputtering something about indecency. Reborn only smiled. Ah yes, such innocence in this male. His student. His little Leone.

(BreakItDown)

"Oooh! Such cute photographs~" A white haired man held thin pieces of paper in between his hands. Abandoning one in favor of a large puffy marshmallow. He chewed slowly, glancing through the photos in his possession. He peered over the top of one, a grin breaking out across his face. Violet eyes dancing in mischeif as he looked at his spy with fondness.

"Your payment is the usual I presume?"

The person nodded, a smile was all that was visible beneath a dark hood. The man did not speak for the entirety of this exchange. The white haired male smiled slightly larger, kicking his feet in his chair.

"Ne, Reborn-kun, I wonder what lengths you'll go to to protect this cute~ little bunny."

He picked up a slender cell phone, and pressed a number on speed dial. He spoke so softly, that not even his guest could hear what he had said. The shoulders slumped in slight disappointment.

"Byakuran-sama.."

A female appeared from nowhere, clad in a fashionable black outfit, pale pink hair gracing her shoulders as she bowed. Her face tilted upwards as the one called Byakuran placed a finger on her chin. A black mask covering her eyes, hiding any type of facial recognition.

"Ah, Cervello! Watch the fight for the Vongola throne carefully... I want to know, how this bunny does. If it get's intersting, let me know, ne~"

The woman stood, bowing once more before she vanished. The cloak clad guest smirked even more. Byakuran turned his attention once more to the man. He smiled, extending his hand to the chair before him. He was refused, though politely as the man made movements to leave.

"Ne, Mukuro~"

The man paused, turning back to the white haired male, his head tilting slightly.

"I'll be counting on you."

The other nodded, before exiting the room. His mission already moving in a steady pace towards completetion.

Pinkie's Part Take 2:

Sorry dears!

Life kind of kicked me in the ass these last couple of days. Here's something to make it up to you! Let me know what you think! Looking forward to it!

Until next time.

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