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"Talking"

'Thought'

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Chapter 4

Tsuna shot up with a gasp, instinctively rubbing at his soon-to-be bruised chest where he was just kicked by a sadistic tutor, who was standing over his bed with an amused smirk.

"Chaos," Reborn greeted as if nothing was wrong.

"What did you do that for?" Tsuna snapped. "And how did you get in here? My door was locked." Sitting on his knees to look over Reborn's shoulders, Tsuna was shocked and appalled to find his door kicked in and hanging by one hinge.

Tsuna was angry about that, but paid it no heed as he quickly glanced at his laptop that was resting next to him. He had fallen asleep while working. Never before has he been this happy about a forced logout from his account on his laptop when he has not done anything on it for a certain amount of time. It would be horrible if Reborn saw what he was doing. That would blow his cover.

"Maybe we should set some ground rules, Dame-Tsuna," Reborn suggested, but Tsuna could clearly tell that it was an order and that he better listen or there would be pain.

"What kind of rules?" Tsuna asked, though he dreaded the answer.

"I'll get your door fixed, but you must never lock it again. I have to be able to get to you."

Tsuna raised an eyebrow. "Why? I thought you were just a home tutor." He said slightly mockingly.

He was reward for his tone with a kick to his chest that pushed him into the wall. Reborn kept his foot in his chest to keep him pinned to the wall. "Listen here, Dame-Tsuna, it's my job to train you to become a great boss so you will speak to me with respect. If word gets out that the Vongola's successor is here, assassins will come. You must be ready to face them. I will not fight for you, unless I absolutely have to. If I must protect you like that, I need to be able to get to you. I need to be able to find you. Understand?"

"I don't need a protector. I can take care of myself." Tsuna snapped.

Reborn elegantly raised a slim brow. As if to prove a point, he pushed his foot harder into Tsuna's chest, making it harder for the young boy to breath. "You can take care of yourself, huh? Then what do you call this? What would you do if I was an enemy that had you pinned like this and wanted to kill you?" In a flash, Reborn had pulled a gun out and had it trained to point at Tsuna's head. "You'd be dead before you could even make a move to fight me. You didn't even notice me when I kicked the door in. It took me kicking you for you to notice. Very bad instincts, Dame-Tsuna."

"That doesn't mean you had to kick my door in." Tsuna grumbled, not the least bit affected by a gun pointed at him since he knew Reborn couldn't kill him. "And stop kicking me! I am not made of steel. You're going to break my ribs at this rate."

"Rule number two: you will respect me." Reborn continued.

Tsuna snorted at that rule. There was a rule he was going to break a lot since he had a sharp tongue and was rather witty. "Respect is earned, not given." He said as if to prove the fact that he had a sharp tongue.

Once again, he was rewarded with another kick to his bruised ribs.

"I consider this abuse. I can have you arrested for this." Tsuna grumbled, rubbing his sore chest.

"Maman won't be happy by that." Reborn pointed out with a smirk.

Tsuna ran his hand down his face in exasperation. "Don't call my mama 'maman.' She's not your mama."

Reborn didn't reply as he just stared down at the boy sitting on the bed, still in his clothes from yesterday. If he had to guess he would say the boy was doing some type of work seeing as his laptop was still on the bed. He was concentrating so much on his work that he ended up falling asleep while working on it. According to his information on Tsunayoshi, the boy was no-good in everything, did not know how to fight, and was extremely lazy. What lazy boy stays up late into night working? And from what he saw yesterday, the boy clearly could fight.

"There is something that has been bothering me, and I want a truthful answer, Dame-Tsuna." Reborn said after a moment of silence.

Tsuna couldn't help but feel great dread at that. This wasn't good. Then again, it never was when Reborn was involved.

Reborn leaned over so he was eye to eye with Tsuna. "What happened to your stutter? You were so nervous yesterday when we first met, but ever since you started to fight Gokudera on the roof, that stutter of yours has vanished. I wonder why?"

'Damn it!' Tsuna cried in his head. How the hell could he forget his stutter? He spent years perfecting his No-good act, and continued with that stutter for years even though it was greatly annoying to him. When the Mafiosos showed up, he was worried about why they were here and what they wanted from him. It was just faster to talk to them without a stutter to get the information he needed. He didn't even process the fact that he was ruining his act. Curse the Mafia! It was all the Mafia's fault that this was happening! He could handle working with them behind a computer, but he could not stand them in person apparently!

"Just who are you?"

"Is that a trick question?" Tsuna asked with a frown, trying to keep from giving anything more away. "I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi. Who else would I be?"

"That's not what I am asking, Dame-Tsuna." Reborn said with a frown.

"Don't call me that. I hate that name." Tsuna snapped. He had gotten used to it while he was at school, but it was only his classmates that called him it. Whenever he wasn't in school, he could drop the act because no one outside school knew him so that name was gone from him. Hearing the name outside of school hurt a lot.

"And it doesn't seem to fit you." Reborn said.

Eyes widening in shock, Tsuna unconsciously tried to lean farther into the wall, hoping against hope that it would swallow him up. Just what did Reborn mean by that?

"Dame-Tsuna is a nonathletic, unintelligent, weak, and oblivious boy who has no friends and will not succeed in anything he does in life." Reborn said after a moment with his eyes moving from the used to be locked door, the laptop, and Tsuna. "So why are you a skilled fighter, strong, observant, and possible not as unintelligent as you make yourself seem?"

Not liking Reborn closing the distance between them, as he was a person that abhorred close contact with people he didn't like or trust, Tsuna dived to the side of the bed, rolling off it. The moment he hit the floor, he was climbing to his feet and moving to the opposite side of the table in the center of the room.

"The fact that you are nothing like the information I received says you are like is quite curious, don't you agree?" Reborn asked without turning around to face Tsuna, but he did stand up straight. "You are either a fake Tsuna or you are such a great actor that you even managed to fool Vongola spies."

Warning bells began to go off in Tsuna's head. This was not good. Reborn sounded completely calm and neutral, but it was obvious to Tsuna that something was going to happen. He needed to move now!

Diving down to the right, Tsuna heard a gunshot and knew he moved just in time. Using his momentum, he threw one hand on the ground and used it to flip himself over to land back on his feet.

"That's good intuition you have, Dame-Tsuna." Reborn commented as if nothing was wrong.

Tsuna stared at Reborn, who stared back at him. Neither of them moved as they waited to see if Nana would appear after hearing the gunshot. Obviously they were both testing the waters here before getting serious.

The young Tenth was desperately hoping his mom would appear. It was obvious that she knew nothing about the Mafia or Reborn's true reason for being here, so he could feel safe with her here because Reborn wouldn't be able to do anything with her around.

But he knew in his heart, his airhead mother would think they were playing a game when she heard all this noise. She would think nothing of it and not wanting to interrupt their game, not come up here for a while. He was so dead.

"I guess I am safe." Reborn told the young boy with a sadistic smirk. "Now why don't we sit down and talk?"

"I have to get ready for school." Tsuna tried.

"It's the weekend so we have all day to talk." Reborn replied, idly turning his gun in his hand.

Tsuna wanted to groan. These Vongola members just had to appear on a Friday. Who the hell starts at a new school the day before the weekend? Really.

Reborn pointed to the bed with his gun. "Sit down, Dame-Tsuna, and we can talk."

"I am quite comfortable standing." Tsuna replied. "And besides, I've got nothing to say to you."

"Dame-Tsu–"

"Besides," Tsuna dared to interrupt. "If I were to tell you, that would be the end of the mystery. Where is the fun in that?"

"This is not a game." Reborn told him with a dark frown.

Eyes narrowing, Tsuna crossed his arms and glowered at the man. "You think I don't know that? It's the Mafia, for God's sake." He retorted, rubbing a rough hand over his eyes. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to find a contactor to fix my damn door."

"Don't worry about the door. Vongola has connections so I can get them to fix the door with just one call." Reborn told him.

Shrugging, Tsuna went over to his dresser and started grabbing some clean clothes. "Whatever. If you must know, I took martial arts as a kid and continue to train constantly which is why I can hold my own."

"Training is good, but it is better to train with an opponent. Your fight yesterday showed that you know how to fight an opponent, so who is your training partner?" Reborn asked curiously.

Tsuna rolled his eyes. "It is none of your business."

The Tenth just barely dodged the kicked that Reborn had thrown at him again. "REBORN!" He screamed irritated. "There is not enough room in here for a spar."

Before Tsuna could even blink, Reborn had him pinned to the wall by his throat. All Tsuna could do was stare with wide eyes into the dark eyes of Reborn. And it was here that he realized there was no way he could beat this hitman in a fight so he was lucky that he was on his side for the moment.

"It seems you are still having trouble processing this, Tsuna." Reborn said, way too calmly in Tsuna's opinion. "From this moment on, every single thing you do is my business. Everything that goes on in your life is my business. I was tasked with molding you into becoming a great boss so if something happen in your life that will hinder that path, I must know about it."

"You make it sound like I don't have a choice of whether or not I want to be a boss." Tsuna snapped, or tried to. With Reborn's tight hold on his throat, his voice came out as a whisper. "Besides, I'm not related to the Ninth so I am not a legitimate candidate."

To his surprise, Reborn released him. "I was right. You are not as stupid or oblivious as you try to make people believe."

While Tsuna rubbed his neck, Reborn pulled out a piece of old looking paper and handed it to him. Confused, the boy took it to see a family tree starting with someone called Giotto. If his information on the Vongola was correct, Giotto was the creator of The Vongola, so he was the one to blame for all this.

"You are a descendant of the first Vongola boss, Giotto, so you are a rightful successor since you have Vongola blood." Reborn explained.

'Damn it. There goes my escape route.' Tsuna grumbled to himself, tossing the paper to the table. "What about the Ninth's sons?"

"They're dead."

'That is it! I really have to keep up with what is going on in the Mafia world, especially the Vongola.' Tsuna thought angrily, though on the outside he just looked shocked, but that was it. Since he didn't know these people, he couldn't feel sad for them.

"That doesn't mean you have to drag me into this." Tsuna argued.

"You're the only one who could be the successor now." Reborn retorted.

"And what if I don't want it? Aren't you afraid of what I may do to a Famiglia I do now wish to be in charge of? What if I decided to lead the Vongola to its ruins as my vengeance?" Tsuna asked, mostly out of curiosity.

Reborn spared him a glance from the corner of his eyes. "There is always a choice, Tsunayoshi. The Ninth is not an evil man. I am here to train you into being a great boss, but the Ninth will not force the position on you because it is obvious that being forced into something you don't want will cause you to fight back in a vicious way. Your way would be to destroy the Vongola, lead it to ruins as you say. In the end, the choice is all yours. Take the position as Tenth or not."

"So, when I am officially made the successor of the Ninth, I am allowed to decline wanting to be the successor, then what? What would happen to the Vongola then?" Tsuna asked.

"Why should you care if you dislike the Mafia so much?" Reborn retorted.

Shrugging, Tsuna gathered up the clean clothes he dropped when Reborn attacked him and moved to his bedroom entrance to go to the bathroom and get ready for the day. Before stepping out of the room, he spoke one more time without turning back to the hitman, who stubbornly didn't kept his back to the boy. "Truth is, I am still just a child. I learned martial arts and I practice. I practice with weapons as well, but it seems I am nowhere near your level. It's not a surprise since you have more experience than me. I will let you train me, but as for becoming the Tenth, the answer will most likely be no." With those words, Tsuna walked out of the room.

"Then I just got to get you to change your answer in the next few years." Reborn voice carried out to Tsuna, who only continued to walk down the hallway.

If only he realized the true horror behind those words, Tsuna would have made a run for an unknown country the moment he left his house after breakfast.

A/N: Well, this whole chapter is based on Tsuna and Reborn talking and nothing else…..that wasn't meant to happen, but it just seemed like a good place to stop. Truthfully, they weren't meant to talk this long.

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