What can I say? The author's note of today will be pretty short: this chapter contains hints on the ending of this story. And that's it for today.

Beta-reader: GirlinBlue2364.

"Awww, he's blushing~ Isn't he adorable?"

"Not as much as your screams, Hayato..."

"W-Whatever! Tsunayoshi-kun, even if I haven't read your books (they are way too hard for my Japanese level...), I've seen on the internet that you were in the Namimori High School when your first book got published! That's amazing!"

"[Aha! That's the same name as my old school!] I mean... Interesting..."

"Er... I was in second grade when I wrote my first story..."

Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ Three Years Before. Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

[冬]: Winter.

The teenager quickly jumped back and avoided by almost nothing the fist that had tried to bust his noise. Letting a small and frightened squeak, he rolled on the floor and quickly ended behind his enemy, a boy with a knife. The latter furrowed his brows and grunted while he turned toward the brunet. Who immediately screeched in horror before he raised his arm in instinct and kicked the other teen by pure luck.

Tsuna swallowed hard when he noticed that the other teenager had his nose busted and bleeding all over his white shirt, and he decided to prudently step back while he raised his arms to surrender.

"Can't we talk it over?" he pleaded as he glanced at the open door of their classroom.

The adult leaning against the door railing merely shook his head softly with a smug smirk and put his hand over his hat so it shadowed his eyes.
"You were the one who said that you preferred to fight Mochida than write me an action story..." the man shrugged.

Tsuna groaned under his breath and quickly jumped away to avoid once again the dark haired teenager's knife.
"Okay!" he relented when Mochida took him by his shirt neck and almost strangulates him with it. "I'll write your story!"

Immediately, the demon's dark eyes glinted and Mochida's arm stilled before it lowered slowly while the teenager widened his eyes in shock.

"No-Good Tsuna?" he gasped while the brunet walked to his desk and took a blank sheet of paper out of his bag. "W-what am I doing here?"

"I think that you forgot something in your classroom, Mochida-sempai," Tsuna gently answered without even looking at the dark haired boy.

The raven teen blinked with a lost face and nervously scratched his neck, feeling as if someone was watching his back. He swiftly turned around and realized with surprise and slight fear that he was indeed alone with the worst dunce of their school. As he didn't want to catch Tsuna's stupidity (who knows if it was contagious), Mochida hurried out of the classroom and Tsuna sighed heavily once the door was closed.

"Please, remind me once again why you want an action story," he muttered as he scratched over a whole column of characters. He frowned and hissed through his parted teeth, his fountain pen tapping softly the sheet as he raked his brain for another way of phrasing the sentence.

"Because your poems bore me," the demon fearlessly declared from his spot on the brunet's desk.

"W-what?" the latter choked on his spit and looked with incredulity at the raven. "But you were the one who told me to write whatever came to my mind!"

Reborn sighed and slowly stretched his arm until his finger grazed the teenager's forehead.
"Your poems are totally acceptable," he admitted in a soft sigh. "But they are too light, they can't satiate my hunger. Thus, I want you to write me a story."

"B-b-but," Tsuna stuttered as he widened his eyes in horror. "I don't know how to do that!"

The adult sighed once again and flicked the teenager's forehead. The brunet squeaked in surprise and frowned before he rubbed his aching forehead.

"Reborn!" he protested. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you're saying dumb things," the demon answered him with a small sigh. "You don't know how to write stories? Don't make me laugh, No-Good Tsuna."

"B-but," the teenager repeated.

"A story is made by a really easy skeleton," the man suddenly said as he towered above the brunet until their noses almost touched. "To put it simple, that skeleton has three important parts: the beginning, the part where everything is presented and something unplanned happens, the middle, the part where a lot of things happen and the climax develops, and the end. Once you have the skeleton done, you just have to flesh it up. I don't really see how this could be so difficult, No-Good Tsuna."

"W-what?" the boy stuttered, totally thrown off by his words. "Beginning? End?"

Reborn pinched his the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes as if he was extremely aggravated by the teenager's slow mind (and that was probably the case). When he opened his eyes, the demon took the sheet marked by scratched over characters and inkblots and softly tapped the first lines with the fountain pen cap. Tsuna watched him with rapt eyes, his fingers covered in ink holding the pen.

"Here," the adult explained as he looked at the boy's confused face. "You have the initial stage. Then..."

He slowly pushed the cap on the sheet, sometimes smudging the ink that hadn't dried yet, and stopped on an almost erased kanji.

"The action. You wrote here that there was an explosion in front of the protagonist. That's the initiation of the action. After that, you just have to make its development and to finish it with a bang. And finally..."

Reborn stopped the cap on the last line on the sheet and slightly smirked.

"You get to the last stage. The apotheosis," he whispered with a small nod and an indescribable glint in his eyes.

Reborn's explanation can work for some kind of works. Don't assume that it can be used for everything. What else? I'm so sick that I don't even know if I'm writing in English.
PS: This chapter kinda breaks the fourth wall.

And now, for the habitual little question: How did Colonnello and Tsuna meet?