On today's totally unneeded author's note, Reborn wasn't Tsuna's first.

Beta-reader: GirlinBlue2364.

[秋] : Fall.

Lluvia Leno was about to have an ulcer. And it wasn't a metaphor nor was it the first time.
Why him? Why did he have to have the tiny writer with the growing fame and who couldn't stop having new and unbelievable rumors about him at the drop of a hat?

Leno gritted his teeth and threw the newspaper he had been reading until then on the café table. His cup of hot chocolate wavered and fell over, leaking the hot drink on the picture's melancholic smile over the front page.

"That idiot," Leno growled as he raked his hand through his blond hair. "I told you to avoid any weird thing in front of that reporter!"

He stood up and his chair squeaked. The man ignored the curious glances from the other customers in the small café and walked to the bar, almost flinching when he heard what the two young women sitting there were saying.

"Have you read Miura's last article?" the first woman asked with a little chuckle.

Leno glared daggers at the waitress who gave him his receipt with a shivering hand.

"Yes!" the second girl nodded with a wide smile. "She interviewed Sawada, right? It was really interesting! Mainly his presentation!"

"That's right!" the other chortled while Leno looked angrily at his wallet for the money needed. "The image of Saint-Exupéry's Petit Prince living amongst ghosts is amazing! I really wonder when he will appear in a talk-show. I'm sure that Takkun and Hayatan's talk-show would make a memorable interview!"

Leno's eyes slightly widened and he quickly smiled at the waitress before he took his notebook out of his bag. He swiftly wrote what the woman had just said and just as swiftly stormed out of the café, unknowing of neither the waitress' lovesick look nor the fact that he had given way too much money for his tip.

Once he got outside, in Tokyo's busy streets, the blond took his brand new cellphone out of his fleecy camouflage jacket, and promptly made his call.

"Join me with Yamamoto and Gokudera's agent," Leno declared once the other person answered his call. "And tell them that Sawada's going to visit them."

"Why don't you do it yourself?" his colleague's familiar voice muttered.

"Because," Leno hissed icily as he raised a hand to call a taxi. "You're our expert in communication with the Varia productions, kora!"

"Mu," the other groaned as he reluctantly accepted and the blond got in a taxi. "So what? You can also talk with that bunch of idiots yourself..."

"I'm going to Namimori. Some author seems to be late in his writing..." Leno revealed before he lowered his phone and barked the address to the taxi driver. "So do what I'm telling you, kora!"

"Mu," a groan followed the editor's order. "There's no need to be so annoying, Colonello! I'll deal with it. But you owe me..."

"Yeah, add it to the others," the blond muttered as he leaned his forehead against the cold window of the taxi. "It's just the millionth time, right?"

"As a matter of fact," his colleague precised with a perceptible (and quite dark) amusement. "It's just the eight hundred eighty-eighth time."

"Three eights?" Leno stated in surprise. "We have to celebrate this, kora! Once Sawada's new book gets published and gets a prize, I'm taking you to a nice restaurant. You get to choose, Mammon."

"You'll soon regret your words, Colonnello," Mammon sadistically chuckled before he ended the call.

It wasn't until he got in a train to Namimori that Leno realized his mistake. Suggesting to his colleague, who had gotten the avarice demon's nickname, to choose the restaurant was like saying goodbye to his bank account.

"Sawada better have something truly astounding planned," the blond muttered as he ran a hand in his hair.

If he kept at it like this, he'd end with white hair before the end of the year...

Shame on you, only one person got the name right when he was clearly named in the eighth chapter. But it was just a name in a parenthesis so I'd probably have not noticed it too...

Anon get their answers!

Great: What lemon? It never happened. Guess I'll read it then.

And now, to end the chapter on the familiar question: Do you think that Tsuna wrote something?